Date: Tue, 2 Feb 2010 23:37:18 +0000 From: Mark Price Subject: Working close to home Part 4 The dog had been sniffing around Greg for some time and smelt the cum, piss and shit around Greg's arse. Suddenly the dog reared up again and aimed its cock into Greg's arse. Greg was unable to move as Jon and one of his mates kept him still and the dog fucked him. Once the dog had finished fucking him it did not remove its cock but turned its body round so that its cock was firmly locked in place for well over 20 minutes. The dog just panted while Jon and his mate started licking Greg's 30 hole boots, sucking his cock and wanking off over him. Greg kept moaning every 30 seconds as the large cock inside him pulsated and after 15 minutes voices could be heard and Jon went to see who it was. A few minutes later laughter could be heard and in Jon walked with three farm workers. All big chaps one on waders and two in wellies. They stood and looked at Jon's cousin who was now drooling and desperate for his cock to be relived of its cum. But none of them obliged and they just watched and stroked the dog one of them seeing if he could separate man and beast. But it was obvious this was not going to happen until the dog was ready. So the chap in the muddy waders stretched out his legs around Greg and sat on Greg's back wrapping his legs around Greg's body. The rubber waders felt very horny around Greg and he moaned with pleasure. Jon got his cock and fed it into Greg's mouth as Greg gently sucked it deep. Jon pushed his cock as deep into his cousin's throat as possible. The other two farm labourers just waited for the dog to loosen its grip on Greg's arse them both longing to get their cocks up inside him. Eventually the dog loosened its grip on Greg and its cock popped out of Greg's cunt with a loud plopping noise and straightaway the two farmers got their cocks inside, before any cum dripped out. Now that Greg had two cocks inside him he moaned with pleasure. Greg had a lot of weight sat on him, but his body was throbbing with erotic and perverted pleasure. The other lad who had remained outside from earlier could hear the moaning and heavy breathing taking place and he came back into the stable. As the only free part of Greg's body was his erect cock underneath that is where he headed for. The chap in the waders was wanking his own cock hard and furious, sometimes stopping to piss a little on Greg, but then wanking his own cock again. Underneath it was not the cock so much that the skinhead was interested in, but Greg's balls. He got a parachute and strapped them tight round the balls and stretched the chain to a piece of rope tied to the wall and pulled it tight, then he began caressing Greg's balls greasing them up and rubbing them round and round with the rubber gloves he had put on. The skinhead pissed into Greg's boots and pulled Greg's football socks up and folded them over the top of his 30 holers. He then started to get rougher with Greg's balls. He kept hitting them and squeezing them, Greg moaned in ecstasy as his arse was being fucked by two farm labourers, his balls being tortured by a skinhead, his back being ridden by a horny cunt wearing waders and his cousins cock feeding his hungry throat. Greg took it for as long as he could, but suddenly as his balls were being squeezed real tight he suddenly thrust with and shot a thick load of cum over the skinhead underneath him. The two cocks in his arse suddenly shot their loads, and his cousin shot his load down Greg's throat. It was just left to the farmer in waders to slide down Greg's back and enter his cock deep into Greg's arse and shoot his load deep inside. Once he had filled Greg he then got a butt plug shoved it in and strapped it up. Greg was then stood up and the rope pulled tight again to the parachute, and Greg was almost lifted off his feet. They then put a hood over Greg's head so that he could not see and they left him to go and get some more beers...