Earth's New Masters Chapter 61 Moonshine
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A new chapter from Ansulm's POV The Sheps and the Kentucky ferals have a Hoedown, debauchery ensues.
Earth's New Masters Chapter 61 Moonshine
It was a completely new experience for me. Here I was tied to my new feral pet. We were spooning on our sides, my knot locked firmly behind his sphincter as I rode out my orgasm. Humans were much more sensitive to effects than Sheps were. If I were to cum in a Shep, even a relatively low ranking one he would more than likely just feel a little tipsy. I'm a high ranking Shep, the only ones that have more intense effects than I do are The Alpha and The Beta.
I managed to be the head of this expedition because of a dominance wrestling match that James and I had at Rose River Farm during our practical application class in our Fishing With The Ferals class. I managed to win that and secure my status as the most dominant after Woden and Loki.
Loki had chosen the twenty highest ranking Sheps that didn't yet have a feral of their own to go on the expedition. It would reward all of us with the opportunity to woo a feral of our own, but instead of capturing them they had to come willingly.
Which was easier to do with the Kentucky ferals that we'd found. The Firehole ferals had severe religious restrictions on any sex other than for reproduction, let alone same gender sex. These ones were extremely libertine in their sexual proclivities. Most of the young men had sex with each other and even their animals, so having sex with us wasn't a reach for them. Especially since they were drawn to our dominance pheromones.
Like my new feral Jethro. After the initial shock of meeting a werewolf, that's what he thought I was at first, he warmed to me almost instantly. It probably helped that his favorite sex partner before me was his bloodhound Boomer.
And here we were consummating our union. He was hovering in the twilight between life and dreams, but not completely knocked out. He was aware of what was going on but not capable of expressing his pleasure. Well other than the rhythmic clenching of his sphincter around the base of my knot as I continued to fill him with my effects infused semen.
I held him close to my chest and licked his ear as I continued to breed him. He'd willingly become my pet with no coercion on my part. He knew that deep down inside that this was what he wanted. I don't plan on giving him any reason to regret it.
I'd not even imagined how great it would be to have my own feral. It's like we were born to have a relationship with them. As he lay here locked to me all I could think of was how much I loved him and would lay down my life to protect him if necessary. I was shocked at how quick and intense the bonding process was. As we lay there I kept whispering in his ear how much I loved him and other sweet nothings. But they weren't sweet nothings, I meant every one of them with everything in my being.
I could feel his trust in me with how he gave himself to me unconditionally. My dominance and his submission were the yin and yang of our relationship and they resonated with each other synergistically.
After a half an hour my knot came down and I rolled over with him on top of me, his head over my chest. I'd heard from the others that got a feral on the last hunt that the ferals loved to listen to their Master's heart beating and it helped to accelerate the bonding process. Not that much was necessary as I don't think either of us could contemplate life without the other at this point. And at that point I fell into the most contented sleep of my life.
I awoke that morning before the sun rose. I was having the most amazing dream of a young feral peeling my erect cock out of my sheath. Of course it wasn't a dream, Jethro was busy working on my morning wood now that he was no longer in an effects induced haze. I decided to let him finish me. It was early enough that the orally ingested effects would be worn off by the time it was time to get up.
I just ran my paw through his brown hair as he bobbed up and down on my member. He gazed up at me, winked and got back to work liberating my load. He had a lot more experience than any of the ferals from the Firehole tribe had when we captured them. In my reconnaissance of him with the microdrone I knew that he'd fooled around with some of the slightly older men and what he got up to with Boomer was extensive.
I didn't feel any jealousy of them, not even Boomer. None of them would ever be a threat to my position as Master. There were lots of times that the ferals made out with each other in front of their masters. Woden especially loved to watch the twinks make out with each other to get his motor revving.
It didn't take long for him to get me close to the edge. One of the benefits it seemed that came from him and Boomer fooling around was he knew his way around a knot. He knew just what to do to get it going once it started forming. To my surprise he took me down his throat and then got my knot in a strangle hold causing me to blow a huge load of effects laced cum directly down his throat. To my surprise he made some kind of noise around my cock. I was puzzled for a moment but realized that he'd just cum without touching himself. I could tell because I could feel it shooting against my thigh.
I was still cumming when the effects caused him to drift into an effects daze. His grip slowly slipped off of my knot and he rolled onto his back. I licked up all of the cum he'd shot onto my thigh. I had the usual response to it. I rolled it around in my mouth savoring the taste of it and the pheromones that it contained. It didn't really have a taste or smell that was noticeable, but it was intensely pleasurable. I swallowed it and then went down on his cock to clean that up.
It was a great opportunity to give him a good look over. He was of better than average endowment. My guess was that he was sporting seven inches and had a decent amount of girth although it tapered off toward the tip. In fact the head of his cock wasn't as big around as the middle of his shaft. It was kind of pointed and he had a longer than average foreskin. I was glad he had a foreskin. I was exposed daily to all of the CBHs who were all circumcised. I couldn't imagine the barbarity of doing something so dehumanizing to a boy.
I took his cock into my muzzle and used my tongue to clean out every milliliter of cum out of his foreskin. Human cum was much too precious to waste even a drop of it. Of course I zoned out again. I could get used to sampling human spooge on a regular basis.
After I'd cleaned us both up I snuggled back up next to him and we fell asleep again until it was actually time to get up.
I heard the breakfast crew start to get breakfast going. They were assigned to get breakfast started half an hour before the rest of us got up. I used the time to cuddle with Jethro. Holding his bare skin against my body was such an erotic thing. I don't know why but it's almost universal that us Sheps crave a human touch. But until you've actually experienced it with your own human you don't really realize how important it is.
I finally decided that we needed to get up and get ready for breakfast ourselves. Jethro got up and walked over to where I'd tossed his loin cloth last night.
"Just leave that there. I brought new clothes for you to wear. That thing's seen better days." I said.
"It's the only one I have." He said with embarrassment.
"Put these on." I said tossing him a pair of underwear, board shorts and a tee-shirt.
He looked at them like they were an incomprehensible puzzle. "Here let me show you how to put them on." I showed him how to put on the underwear, then the shorts and taught him how to pull the shirt on over his head. I'd brought socks and shoes for him, but it seemed like he was used to going barefoot.
And with that we walked over to the dining tent.
My seat was at the head of the table and James sat to my right while Jethro sat on my left. "Damn why'd you have to go and get him dressed before breakfast?" James asked in disappointment.
"Because he's mine and he doesn't need perverts like you ogling him while he eats. Go find your own pet." I said and stuck my tongue out at him. "Save it for the other young men."
He let out a large sigh of anticipation. "We're all gonna be like pups in a candy store for the next couple of days..." He said, a leer stretching across his muzzle.
We were soon served. The Sheps on cooking detail brought out platter upon platter of food. There were scrambled eggs, sausages, bacon and waffles. Of course there was also toast, tons of whipped butter and all kinds of syrups for the waffles. We even had cans of whipped cream to top them. That was probably something Jethro had never experienced.
"What are those?" He asked pointing to the waffles.
"They're waffles. Wanna try them?" I asked.
He nodded his assent and I put a couple on his plate and loaded them up with butter, strawberries in syrup and then topped it with whipped cream. I poured him a big glass of milk to wash it down. I cut them up and showed him how to use a fork to eat them. He put a forkful into his mouth and started to chew.
He swallowed and I asked, "Well what do you think?"
He responded by taking another forkful of them and shoving them into his mouth. He didn't take a break until he'd finished half a waffle. "These are really good Master. We don't get sweet stuff too often..."
"Well there's plenty of them so eat your fill."
We finished and while the mess crew cleaned up the rest of us made our way to the feral's village. We had a couple of gators with trailers to carry the equipment to make the electric turbines. We also had a small backhoe to make the stream diversion easier. I drove the lead gator and Jethro rode beside me. He'd never ridden on anything before so this was a treat for him. His excitement was at a fever pitch when we pulled up to the village. The chief was waiting eagerly for us to arrive.
"Good morning Ansulm." The chief said smiling as he stuck out his hand to shake my paw.
Good morning Chief. Where is the beaver dam that we discussed yesterday?" I asked. He pointed southwest. "Wanna ride with Jethro and I? There is plenty of room for three on the front seat. He hopped in and we took off. - We started talking about the plans for the electric generation for the village and I could see he had a hard time keeping his eyes off of my package. It was different than anything he'd ever seen. It wasn't surprising he was a horny old goat. Most leaders were leaders because they were high testosterone guys, and he was no different. Despite his age I could tell he liked to fool around. My guess was that he'd fooled around with most of the young guys. We'd caught him a couple of times with the microdrones when he was having his way with some of the young guys.
His attention to my maleness had it starting to plump and Jethro reached over with his left hand to sensuously stroke it. He winked at the chief. To my surprise the chief reached his left hand over Jethro and replaced his hand on my sheath.
"That's impressive Ansulm." He said as he stroked my eight and a half inches. "Maybe we can get better acquainted at lunch time." He said with a grin.
"You can count on it." I replied. He was in his fifties but he was handsome and in good shape.
We finally pulled up to the beaver dam. I could see the best place to divert a portion of the stream around the dam to give us a very specific and constant flow for the turbine. In addition to our crew all of the men of the village had come to help and mostly watch since there wasn't enough work for all of us to do.
One of the younger members of the crew ran the backhoe for the trench and then the rest of the crew built forms to pour the concrete into. The men of the tribe watched and the Sheps explained it to them as they performed the work. Periodically one of the crew and one of the men from the village would disappear into the woods to return with smiles on their visages. The men always looked a bit tipsy as they returned. Everything was going as planned.
When the forms were prepared we stopped for lunch. One of the mess crew had brought out several coolers with subs and potato and macaroni salad along with several watermelons to slice up for lunch. There was an abundance of food. Each of the Sheps had already gravitated toward a young man of their choosing. They ate lunch together and most of them slipped of into the woods with them. We'd left two hours for lunch just for this purpose.
Jethro and the Chief had lunch with me. Of course Jethro hadn't left my side all day. It only took us fifteen minutes to eat our lunch. I grabbed a blanket and we headed off to find some place private.
"You're our kind of guys." The Chief proffered. "I know many of the humans are a bit prudish about sex, but our group has always been of the "if it feels good do it" mentality. As long as everyone is willing. We don't believe in rape. Plus there is sex between a husband and wife for reproduction and sex for recreation between men..."
We spread the blanket out and then the Chief got on his knees in front of me. He ran his finger up my taint, then my balls and under my cock until it brought the head of my cock right up to his mouth. "This looks really tasty..." He said with a grin.
"Trust me it tastes even better than it looks." Jethro added as he knelt right beside the Chief. He pulled my sheath down exposing a few inches of my semi-erect cock and guided it to the Chief's mouth. It was obvious that he was really experienced. Not a tooth touched the sensitive flesh of my cock and he easily took me all the way down his throat without gagging at all.
In the meantime Jethro had dipped his head under me and was taking my balls into his mouth one at a time. They were too big to take both of them into a human mouth at one time. Us Sheps tend to have much larger balls than humans do. But it felt wonderful when his tongue massaged whichever ball was in his mouth.
It was really erotic to see the contrasts of the ferals worshiping my cock. One was a brown haired twink on the cusp of adulthood and the other a silver haired elder.
The Chief's eyes went wide when the first spurt of precum shot into his gullet. He gasped around my cock that was deep in his throat. I held the back of his head with my paw. "Just relax Chief. That's just one of the added benefits of fooling around with a Shep." I said as I looked down into his dazed eyes with a leer. "You like that don't you?" I asked.
He tried to nod but it was a bit difficult with my cock down his throat. I just held the back of his head and undulated my hips gently, his throat gently massaging the head of my cock. I continued this until I'd deposited just enough pre to completely subdue him. Not that it was necessary. It seemed like he was more than willing to do whatever I asked from the start. But he was now putty in my paws.
I use the grip I had on the back of his head to pull his head away from my groin. Not surprisingly he resisted. Like most humans, once he'd sampled Shep effects he wanted more.
"Don't worry you'll get more, just not enough to get you addicted..." I said as I started undressing Jethro. He was rock hard and already dripping in anticipation. The Chief was still a bit unsteady and was still kneeling there with his loin cloth on. The now naked Jethro knelt beside him and I got to my knees facing them, I untied the knot to his loincloth and tossed it to the edge of the blanket on the other side as far away from Jethro's clothes as possible. I didn't want that filthy thing next to Jethro's clothes. I'd have to bring tons of new clothes on the next trip out here. Maybe even some washing machines and dryers. It was terrible how these ferals had to live.
Despite his age his cock was highly functional. His erection was between seven and eight inches long and very firm for a man over fifty years old. He had a nice foreskin that didn't retract much when he got an erection. It was quite a change of pace to see humans in their natural state. All of the CBHs had been circumcised by The Collective, their poor little mutilated cocks unable to get erections. I saw them every day and it made my soul cry out for vengeance on the Illuminati that had perpetrated this shameful mutilation and genetic desecration of them.
I put my right arm around Jethro's shoulder and my left paw around all of our cocks. Soon we were all hugging each other and thrusting our cocks against each other. I was glad both of them seemed to have more than adequate precum. Since my cock was the longest my precum was running down my cock and onto their dickheads, getting underneath their foreskins and penetrating the permeable membranes there. It wasn't anything that they even noticed much, just the releasing of any inhibitions that they may have still entertained and an increase in their submissiveness.
When we were worked up good enough I pushed the Chief onto his back and crawled between his spread legs. I covered him and started thrusting against his cock for a few minutes before working his knees up over my shoulders. This brought his pucker right up so it was right in line with my cock.
"Go ahead and guide me in Jethro." I said.
As Jethro grabbed my cock to guide me in the Chief said, "Be gentle. I'm not a virgin but it's been a long time since I was on the receiving end and never on the receiving end of something that huge..."
"Don't worry us Sheps have some tricks up our sleeves." I said winking at him. He still had no clue about effects.
Jethro lined me up and I pressed just enough to start his star dilating. Once the pointed tip of my cock was inside the opening I started to spurt precum, which of course had plenty of effects in it. His hole started dilating on it's own and the psychotropic chemicals in my semen masked any pain. I pumped enough precum into him to lubricate his colon then I easily slid my eight and a half inch cock balls deep into him.
"Aaahhhhh!!!!" He cried out in pleasure as the head of my cock slid over his prostate on the way in.
"It feels great doesn't it Sir?" Jethro asked eagerly.
"Yeah..." Was all the Chief could manage as I started to lay the wood to him. I was hammering deeply into his tight hole which took his mind off of everything else. Like the fact that I took some of his neck skin in and gave him a hickey and then several more. I was going to mark him so everyone knew when we got back. But I didn't think he's mind.
He was older so he didn't have the hair trigger of youth. I was able to back off every time he got close until I was ready. I didn't want to tie with him, that might be too much effects for him. I didn't want him to get addicted. But we had brought plenty of patches so if anyone got addicted that wasn't coming back with us would be able to wean themselves from us. It was a secondary use for the patches.
But I was ready to cum so I started to pound away at him, concentrating on his prostate as I picked up the intensity. "Jethro grab the base of my knot, I don't want to tie with him."
Jethro quickly complied and that was just the ticket to get me to cum in gushers into the older feral. The effects quickly brought him over the edge and he came violently. Jethro instinctively knew to milk the back of my knot. But when the main part of my orgasm was over I pulled out and rolled over onto my back.
The Chief was in a daze of pleasure laying on his back, his cum coating his belly and chest. He'd shot quite a load for an older man. But before I could lean over and lick it up Jethro straddled my groin, guided me in and sat down on my still spurting cock.
"We don't want to waste any of that Master!" He said with an eager grin. And with that he started to ride me like I was a bucking bronco. With him riding me he was able to direct my cock to exactly where it needed to be for the most pleasure. I was still cumming so he was quickly succumbing to effects. He started to cum, jets of man cum shooting toward my muzzle. I did my best to catch it out of the air as it shot toward me. But I was lucky if I caught a quarter of it on the fly. Of course after the first mouthful I was not quite as coordinated as I normally was.
Jethro's eyes were rolling up into his head from the steady stream of effects that were shooting into him. I licked up all of his spooge that I missed which took a few minutes because I paused to savor every mouthful. And when I finished Jethro's I turned my body to lick up all of the Chief's spooge. It was then that it hit me that I'd be able to taste human spooge every day. As soon as I finished licking up all the spooge Jethro fell forward onto my chest, the barrel of my cock still lodged in his ass.
The three of us lay there until the alarm on my watch said it was time to get back to the crew. Both the ferals were still tipsy from the effects but managed to make their way back to the work site with no problems.
When we got there I supervised the pouring of the concrete which only took a couple of hours to pour. It would take a couple of days to cure as much as we wanted it to before we let the water flow through it to run the turbines and for them to power the generator. But for now we were done out here.
We went back to the village as a group. All of the humans were eager to show their Shep around their homes. They had a common area where they prepared and ate their meals as a group. The married men had taken it upon themselves to kill our dinner while the younger unmarried men had worked with and courted their Sheps. They had managed to kill a yearling doe and a half grown wild sow, so there was plenty of meat. They had some hidden places where they could grow potatoes and vegetables. Since it was late summer there was plenty to eat.
After dinner while we were all lounging around with the human of our choice on our laps while our dinners digested. The women and children had gone back to the village to "let the men folk deal with business" as the Chief's wife stated as she led the contingent back.
The men grabbed some wood that they'd cut and dried and brought it into the middle of the clearing in a fire circle. They put together a rather large council fire. I'd not paid attention to it earlier but there were plenty of logs cut down and laying on their sides that were arranged for seating. To our surprise several of the men broke out banjos, fiddles, guitars, mandolins and an upright bass. They played a music I'd never heard before. They called it bluegrass. It was different from anything I'd ever heard but it was really good.
It was about that time that they broke out a kind of alcohol that they called moonshine. I'd heard references to it before but I'd never had it. It wasn't something that the Illuminati distilleries produced. Pretty soon the jugs were being passed around. Everyone was just drinking straight from the jugs. After tasting it I realized that there was no need to worry about spreading germs, the alcohol content of this beverage would kill any microbe in existence.
Most of us never drank any alcohol except for beer. We like to drink while we socialized and we could drink beer for a long time without getting too drunk. We could handle our alcohol much better than the humans. But even I must have misjudged the power of this clear liqueur. It wasn't long before what few inhibitions these humans had were completely gone.
Soon many of the men were dancing around the fire semi in rhythm to the music. To my surprise many of these were soon sans loincloth, their dangly bits bouncing around as they danced. It just went to show how much I'd underestimated the potency of the moonshine because I just stood there mesmerized by the now hardening dancing genitalia. Well one part of me wasn't in a daze, it rose to stand at attention.
Jethro got out of the new clothes I'd given him, grabbed me and pulled me into the space around the fire. Dancing wasn't something in most Sheps repertoire. We're known for having little to no musical ability and two left feet as the old saying goes. But I guess the moonshine had reduced my inhibitions and soon I was gyrating around the fire with him. It was hard to see who was dancing but I wasn't the only Shep out there making a fool of myself. It wasn't slow dancing, even us Sheps can sometimes manage that, but a lot of gyrating in time with the music which had a very quick beat.
The music was becoming less and less tight. I guess it was from the jug being passed around between each song. They weren't playing as precisely as they had been playing earlier...
The jugs were still being passed around while we danced and with each round we became less and less coordinated. Which for Sheps is really saying something. We continued to gyrate around the fire. Between the uneven bouncing light caused by the fire and the slowing of our reflexes because of the alcohol I was less aware of my surroundings than I usually was. I became aware of this when I tripped over something on the ground.
I looked down to see that Dagmar was on the ground with one of the young men, writhing in the throes of passion. As I looked down another young man insinuated his way in to make it a threesome. But I couldn't stand and watch because we continued to be pushed around the fire by the remaining dancers. I noticed that there were less and less dancers as we continued. I realized that more and more of the dancers were making their way to the ground.
The next thing I knew the musicians had set down their instruments and melted into the crowd. Jethro grabbed me by the paw and pulled me to the ground with him. Another of the young men followed us to the ground and then a third. I rolled onto my back and Jethro and the first young man made their way down to my erection. Jethro had peeled the sheath back and they were passing it back and forth, taking turns getting a small dose of effects.
I pulled the third feral down beside my head so I could get to his cock. He wasn't as well endowed as Jethro, at best he was five and a half inches and had a short little foreskin that retracted completely when he got hard. But what he lacked in length and breadth he made up for in his production of precum. He was like a fucking artesian well. I was getting a steady flow. It wasn't as strong as semen but it was still very pleasant. My guess was that he would have plenty of volume when he came.
Between the moonshine, whose alcohol content was probably higher than I'd originally thought it was, and the abundant precum that this young man was feeding me, I was quickly becoming inebriated. Another young man dropped down beside us carrying a jug with him which he passed around to all of us. I probably shouldn't have had more but I wasn't thinking clearly at that point. I took a big swig from the jug before passing it on.
I could feel other bodies strewn about us, this close to the ground the fire wasn't doing a great job of illuminating us. It was then that I felt someone straddle my waist. Through bleary eyes I saw that it was Jethro. One of the other young men was guiding me into him. He slowly lowered himself down over my boner. It felt good but the world was starting to spin a little. I just closed my eyes and let him do all the work. I could feel someone licking my balls while my feral rode me and the others were engaged in all sorts of debauchery that I couldn't quite make out between the darkness and my befuddled state. That was the last thing I remembered with any clarity...
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