Date: Wed, 1 Sep 1999 10:06:56 EDT
From: LIRAVENSMC@aol.com
Subject: Delivering Andy Part 4

Disclaimer:  The following story is a work of fiction.  If you are
offended by descriptions of homosexual acts or man/man
relations or power and surrender scenes, please exit this page.  If you
are under age please exit this story now.

Delivering Andy

Copyright 1999 by M Conley.  All rights reserved.

    CHAPTER 4.

Everyone has moments in their lives that are indelibly etch into their
memory. That surprise birthday party you really didn't know about, the day
you get your license, your first date or your first kiss. They become
benchmarks for every event to follow and a bar to be surpassed. Paul had
raised the bar so far in catching me and making me his consentual slave. Each
moment he seemed to raise that mark even higher and dragged me over without
pause. My body was his to press to the goal he alone knew.

    I can't tell how long it been at this point as my mind is a fog with
erotic adrenaline haze. He's pushed me past any limits I'd imposed in my
mind, most likely as a mental safety net that made me feel as though I wasn't
a complete pig. He's worked more of me then anyone ever has. My face, chest
and ass are ablaze from the smacking and ruler spanking. My body is covered
in cool sweat and prickly remains of my hair. My breathing is rough and hot.
There is a dull ache in my balls from his impromptu ping pong game with them.
Through it all my cock is ridged and painfully gorged with my blood and a
color of crimson I've never seen it get. I can feel it as it rubs the rough
weave of the chair padding and can feel the tip slide across the precum
slicked spot near my cockhead. I `m nervous that I won't hold out much longer
and Paul has just up the bar to what my be it's final mark.

    The sound of his zipper being drawn down rings in my ears and I have gone
stiff. He breaks me out of it with a sharp smack across my ass. Paul give
equal time to my other cheek but leaves his hand. He trails it along the
sensitive surface with his fingernails which feel like knives. He circles
around the open hole of my anus making it twitch.

    "Oh, that ass is ready, isn't it puppy?" he asks.

    "Yes Sir, Puppy's ass is ready Sir." I hoarsely respond.

    Then his hands are gone and I see him in motion out of the corner of my
eye. He's circling me for I hope the last time before going in for the kill.
I hold my breathe as I know I'm about to get a look at the monster that he
kept hidden in his jeans since I've known him. I strain my eyes to see it and
try not to drool at the thought.  I'm not disappointed. He saunters around
shamelessly in to view. He's working his cock up and displaying his fuckstick
for me. Its head is huge and helmet shaped with a big slit at it's tip. It is
a delicate shade of pink, which stands out sharply for the darker skin of the
uncut shaft. He gives it a good squeeze and a shake as he brings it right up
to my face where I can smell it. It's a heady masculine scent that fills my
nostrils to overflowing. My mouth waters at the thought of what it must taste
and fell like. Its not overly thick but it will easily fill my mouth and give
my jaw a workout.
I take a wider view at the entire masterpiece before me.

    The stand Paul before me like some swarthy god out of my deepest
fantasies. His cock is framed and contrasted by the cool blue denim his thick
thighs are held behind a bit of dark thick hair blooms out at the base from
behind his fly. His stance is solid and steady and I can't really tell if
he's anchored to the floor by his black combat boots or is he's holding it
down though force of will. I ascend higher and see his solid chest as it
undulates in gentle waves under his thin cotton t-shirt. His arms look
powerful posed by his sides, taking alternating turns fondling his cock,
making it jump before my eyes. There is just the barest spots of sweat
darkening under his pits. His shoulders are broad and as solid as his thighs.
He looks down at me over his broad chest. He has a shit-eating grin over his
handsome face. His bushy but neat mustache is cocked higher up on one side.
His chestnut eyes glisten from under an almost unibrow. His brow has a sheen
from the fine layer of sweat and natural oils that creates almost a halo from
my perspective. I am devastated by his aura and rugged manliness. My soul
cries out that it couldn't bare to be ever out of the sight of this visage. I
know I'm his.

    I stare slack-jawed as he reaches under his slowly filling cock into his
jeans. He works his hand around and under his balls. I'm drooling and he
takes no mind of it. He withdraws his hand and with it comes his loose and
hanging balls. They're distinct and make almost perfect spheres hanging
withing the flesh sack of his bag. In a flash before I know they're there,
he's jammed his fingers into my nostrils and rubbing the rest into my
mustache. When he finally pulls them out and away, I get the first rush of
his scent. Like a hit of poppers it goes directly to my head and cock making
both swoon. Its funk is a mix of so many other combined scents; sweat, piss,
ass and musk. I breathe deeply trying to take as much as I can in. I can't
get enough and moan on the exhale. The smell lingers and continues to make me
hotter. My mouth hangs loose waiting to get the chance to taste the object
that could create such a perfume.

    Then as if reading my mind he takes that one final step. "You know where
this is headed. You're choice on how easy it get there," he says. There is a
pearl peeking out of the piss slit, waiting for the chance to slip out and
fall. I don't give it the opportunity.

    I open my mouth and stretch forward to meet his almost fully hard cock.
My tongue guides it past my eager lips. A spark goes through me at the
ecstasy of the moment finally hits. He slowly starts to work it into my mouth
further each slow controlled motion. The taste of his meat fills my mouth and
threatens to intoxicate me. His cock has a musky quality. It's tinged by the
salty fresh taste of his precum which has worked it way up his tube with my
help and urging. The feel of it is incredible, hard and slick at the head,
softer and fleshy as the drawn back foreskin contracts and stretches as he
starts to piston in and out. I work my lips and tongue feverishly. I want to
work my way down every inch of his gift to me. Each plunge gets a bit further
in and past the back of my throat to that spot which doesn't want to allow it
to pass. I'm determined to have it all. Steeling my will while finally
gaining control over those seldom used muscles, I open up completely and I'm
suddenly nose to crotch. His zipper presses against my cheeks and I get a
full pulse from his shaft. I want to breathe but don't want to let his cock
back out.  I stay down as long as I can rolling my tongue around this
obstacle that fills my mouth. He decides for me and forces my head back by
grasping it by the sides and pushing me slowly away.

    "Very good puppy. You really want your masters bone don't you?" he chides.

    "Yes Sir. I do Sir. I want it more than anything Sir. Please!" I respond
breathlessly.

    He teases me cruelly by bringing my face only close enough for my tongue
to flit around the head of his now ridged phallus. It's shinny with my spit
and I struggle to get it back in my mouth. I want more of his taste and scent
in and on me.

    "Good boy. You're ready for it aren't ya pup?" he says as he forcibly
turns my head up to look at him.

    "Yes. Please Sir. I need your cock in me. Fuck me Sir. Your Puppy's ass
need you to take it Sir." I shamelessly beg Paul. "PLEASE. FUCK YOUR PUPPY
SIR!"

    He pushes my face away roughly and grabs his dick and wags it at me. He
slowly reaches into his pocket and draws out a rubber. He tears it open with
his teeth and free hand all the while piercing me with his gaze. He withdraws
the black latex ring and brings it down to his cock head and slowly rolls it
down. I'm transfixed on the event as if it were a new device being displayed
for the first time. He rolls it down to the base and then grabs hold and
again teases me with his now sheathed cock. It looks even more menacing then
before now clad in black, like a iron spike that's been polished to inhuman
standards. I think of the dildoes they sell in as many different colors as
there are designs and know that I'd never find one to match the feeling that
his would give me.

    He starts his trek around me and I struggle to contain my excitement. I
know that this time he would fill me with more that a few short fingers. This
time he would push past any point thus far reached tonight. He slaps my ass
as he comes round it and out of my site. I jump and again rub my weeping cock
against the back of the chair. He rubs around the ring and makes sure that it
is still loose and ready to receive him. He slaps my as again on the other
side and repeats the process of reading my hole. I can fell the coolness of
his spit around my hole and the renewed heat from his smacks. Suddenly there
is a much cooler wetness I feel that feels both burning cold but comforting
as it is applied and rubbed over and into my spasming hole. I realize from
it's slickness it must be lube of some sort he brought with him that I had
not been meant to see. I was nervous after he put the rubber over his spit
slicked cock and that he'd be going in almost dry but know now that he was
going to show me some degree of mercy.

    "Yeah. Look at that puppy-hole. Its begging for this cock. It wants to be
shown who its master is, doesn't it?" he asks.

    "Yes Sir. My hole needs to be broken in by you Sir. Please fuck my hole
Sir. I need it so bad" I snap back quickly. My dick is heading for another
blast from his teasing my hole. I'm trying hard to prevent it but know he's
got to fuck me soon or I'll never last.

    Then I get a double smack, hard and loud on my cheeks and yelp. He leaves
his hands where they are and I feel him line his cockhead at my hole
entrance. It feels like it will never fit from the image in my mind. He just
leaves it pressing my slick hole and begins to slightly rock back and forth
still keeping it against the ring of my anus.

    "Yeah. Puppy's gonna get it. I'm gonna sink it in your pup-ass until my
balls are pressed against your backside. Your gonna feel your ass as it opens
up around it and sucks it in." Paul gruffly tells me. "Your hole is already
opening up trying to swallow this bone. Yeah. You think your ready but I'm
the one you says when."

    "Please Sir. Fuck your puppy's ass. Puppy want to make you feel good.
Stick your cock in my please Sir." I beg earnestly.

    I can fell my ass-ring swell around his bulb. With a sudden jab he's
pushed it past the opening and stops. My ass clamps immediately around Paul's
cock, savoring the intrusion. It feels mammoth. Its sends a chill through me
and goose-flesh breaks out on my sweating body. A moan that started deep in
my core escapes my lips and I arch back. Paul grabs the remains of my hair
suddenly keeping my head pitched back.

    "Nice" he hisses. "Puppy's got a tight hot ass for his master. Your
master likes that in his dogs. All my pups keep them tight for me."

    "Thanks you Sir. I want you to be happy with your puppy Sir." I answer
back the the bliss that is about to overwhelm me.

    "The rest of your new pack will love having a new hole to play with too.
NIce and fresh. Yeah. Fucking tight puppy hole" Paul says.

    A rush goes through me at the though of other men, Paul's men, having a
go at my ass and having no say in the matter. It gets me even more crazed.

    Paul then resumes his steady decent into my bowels. I just keep gasping
for air as each inch of his cock goes further into me. I feel it as it drags
over and beyond my prostate nut. I know my cock is drooling like a faucet by
this point and it will only stand out a bit longer. More and more of Paul's
spike push into me and fill me. I'm hyper away as he pushes into the seldom
used reaches of my ass. Then I feel  a tickling on my ass cheeks. It's Paul's
public hair beginning to come in contact. It thrills me to know I have his
cock deep inside me. I breathlessly moan and then breathe deeply taking in
his waning scent that he left for me. I'm dizzy and reeling in the total
euphoria of the moment.

    "Yeah, nice pup-ass around my cock huh. Like that don't you pup?" he
queries me.

    "Y-Yes Sir. Thank you Sir. Your cock belongs there. Thank you Sir." I
reply back dreamily.

    "You're the new pup now. You'll get to know the rest of the pack soon
enough. Yeah this ass needs to be used by the rest of my boys." Paul says. He
starts his first withdrawal from my ass and I feel it as he slides steadily
out. He stops as the head get just to the point of coming completely out. I
feel strangely empty and only want to have him back deep in me.

    He pushes back in steadily and only slightly faster this time. Again his
cock passes playfully over my nub and another jolt of electricity goes
through me.

    "Yeah pup. You'll learn every one of them by name, scent and tricks. You
have so much you need to learn before you get your name." he whispers at me.

    He's reached bottom and I feel the denim of his pants press almost
coarsely against me. He pulls out again at the same pace as he enters. He
continues this exercise in self control for both of us. He gains a little
speed each rep. He's picking up the pace and begins pulling me hard against
him as the base of his shaft reaches bottom. He's gets a strong steady rhythm
going and my ass is greedily sucking him in each stroke.

    "You'll obey them as you do me. They are you betters and you will serve
them and attend to them. UNDERSTOOD?" Paul snaps. To drive home the point he
harshly smacks my ass. The snap rings through the office.

    "Yes Sir. Yes. I understand Sir." I cry out not expecting the jolt.

    He's pistoning in and out of me at a furious pace. Now as he reaches the
bottom of his stroke, he thrust in the last inch of his bloated rod and
double smacks my ass.

    "When they want you, you'll know who they are only then and you'll
immediately obey their instruction-Yeah your ass is so fucking hot around my
cock-they report back to me so I better not hear back anything-pups ass is so
good to his master huh?" Paul says. He's got my ass on fire inside and out. I
can't take much more.

    "Yes S-sir. I... Uh-understand S-S-sir." I respond. I'm heading over the
cliff into the sea of my pending orgasm.

    Paul then rips abruptly out of me which confuses me and makes me yowl. He
reaches around and grabs hold of my painfully hard and drooling dick . The
fire in my ass reaches flashpoint as Paul begins working my cock. and
spanking my ass with every stroke.

    "Now pup! Shoot! Let it go! NOW!" Paul yells at me and I completely let
go. I spasm as my cum sprays over the chairback. He continues to milk it and
spank my tender ass, cruelly shoving his finger in the gaping maw of my used
ass and swirling it around the hole. I cry out and buck against him. He's
pressed himself against my back and is holding me down. He continues to jerk
me off and I'm racked from head to toe by the waves emanating from my
battered dick.

    "YEAH! Good Puppy. Yes. You like what your master can do for you, huh?
Your hot sweet ass belongs to me now. Good pup." Paul says in an almost
soothing tone.

    "Y-yes Sir..... Th-Thank you Sir... Oh shit... Thank you Sir!" I barely
manage to say. I can't seem to catch my breath. I start to tremble and feel
the sweat start to cool. My knees are jello. I'd collapse onto the floor if
not for Paul's supporting me. Paul lifts me up to an almost standing position
and spins the chair around. He turns me in his arms and lowers me into the
seat. I slump into it like a sack. He stands and takes a step back.

    "Good pup. You earned that. You'll have to work for it, you know that
don't you?" he says.

    "Yes Sir.... Thank you Sir. I'll try to do my best." I answer as my
breath begins to come back to normal.

    Paul reaches down and pulls off the condom with a slap. What remains of
his load clings to his softening cock. The rest of what he deposited in the
rubber he squeezes out like a toothpaste tube onto the floor before me. I'm
shocked at the waste and want to catch it before it hit the floor but I still
can't get up from my position. I splatters onto the ground and muds up into
my clipped hair. Paul mixes it around with his foot leaving obscene trails on
the tile.

    "You earned the fuck, You've yet to earn this prize. Understand pup?" he
asks me.

    I'm confused but answer "Yes Sir. I need to learn enough to earn your
load." I want it so bad but know there will be a better pay off if I follow
his dictates.

    "Very good, pup. You've done well." Paul comments and my heart soars for
a moment. "Remember everything I said. I'll be back tomorrow."

    He picks up my shirt and wipes his hands and cock off on it. He tosses
the shirt on my chest and begins to stuff himself back into his pants. "Clean
yourself and this place up before you go. No one should have any idea what
went on." Paul instructs. He turns and heads out the hall. I hear his exit
and close the door behind him. My heart instantly starts to ache at his
departure. I hear him bring his motorcycle to life and soon he's fading off
into the distance.

    I look around and down at myself. I'm a mess and can hardly move. I lift
my soiled shirt up before me an look at it. I can see the wet spots that he
left in it. I Bring it to my face and inhale deeply. It smells of him. My new
master. My new trainer. I drape it over my face and sink back into the chair
savoring ever moment that just passed knowing I'd have more to come in the
future.

Continued. Next: Andy meets the first of Paul's Pack.

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