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Earth's New Masters Part 7 Downward Spiral
I knew deep in my heart that it was my fault that my master was jealous. David adored his master; he gave himself eagerly and held nothing back. Every time my Master had wanted me I had always flinched or held back at first. Part of my problem was my religious upbringing, but David had been raised the same way I had and he was not only able to submit completely to his master's advances, he was able to be the aggressor in their love making.
Why couldn't I just give myself completely to my Master? Deep inside I knew that was what I wanted. But I was a man and real men didn't take it up the ass from anybody. Why did I let my fucking pride keep me from being able to submit to my Master? His love was the most wonderful thing I had ever experienced. Not the sex, although that was pretty damn good, but how much he loved me, how he gave me his love totally and without reservation. How he would let his guard down completely when we were alone and let me see the Loki that he kept hidden from the world, the wonderful, soft, caring and loving being that was known only to me. How he let himself be vulnerable, how he trusted me. And I was so fucking unworthy and undeserving of a master like this.
We got on a big jet and flew back to Washington DC to my Master's home. I had never been on a flying machine of any sort before, so it should have been exciting, but the tension between my Master and I was palpable. I sat beside him and neither of us spoke the whole trip. Why couldn't I swallow my pride and apologize. I should have been on my knees, begging my Master to forgive his unworthy, ungrateful feral. It would have solved everything, I knew he still loved me and wanted us to get back to the way things were. But every time I looked at him, all I could see in my mind was his jealousy over Woden having David, and my stupid fucking pride would stop me. All of the hunting party and their pets were in this main section of the jet except David and Woden. It seems they had a private room.
When we got to the airport, we all walked down the steps to the tarmac. Well all of us did except David, the fucking little slut was so high on his master's semen that he couldn't even walk. Woden had to carry him to their limo. He beamed down lovingly at him the whole time. On the other hand my Master had a firm grip on my leash as he led me toward one of the waiting cars. Woden put David in the back seat of the limo and asked my Master, "Number 2, we've got plenty of room, do you want a ride home with us?
"No thanks, I don't think my feral is ready to socialize yet." he replied icily. Even though I deserved it, his rebuke was stinging.
He's your pet, so you can do what you want, but if I were you I would lighten up on him a bit Loki."
Even though his face was covered with fur, you could see my Master redden, "I appreciate your concern, but like you said he is my feral and I will train him as I see fit." It was the first time I saw my Master treat the Alpha with anything less than total respect. He gave a little tug on my leash to remind me who the master was, and directed me into the back seat of a smaller car waiting beside the plane. He gave the driver directions on where to go and we were on our way.
"I have a wife and four 5 and a half month old boys, Fenrir, Adelwolf, Baldwin and Odo at home, can I at least count on you to be civil to them?" My Master asked with contempt.
Instead of being contrite and diffusing the situation I met his contempt with anger. "I don't know if you can count on anything, I mean I'm just a fucking untamed feral." It was a stupid move on my part, but I let my anger get the better of me.
We turned in at a sign that said United States Naval Observatory. We pulled up in front of a nice white brick house and my Master led me out of the car with my leash tight. He literally had me on a short leash.
Four miniature Sheps came charging out of the house, adorable little boy pups. "Daddy!" They screamed as they cane running up.
"Stay back pups, this is the new feral and he isn't tame yet." My Master called out. Ouch, that hurt and I had no one to blame but myself. I wanted to hug and play with my Master's pups, but my Master didn't trust me. Even worse I could see a hint of fear, uncertainty and distrust in their eyes. "When I get him settled in his room I will be back to greet you properly."
We went into the house and I got my first glimpse of a female Shep. My Master's wife was beautiful.
"Welcome home Loki, I take it this is Beau, the feral that you've been bragging to me about on the phone." She said as she came over to hug us.
"Stay back hon, I'm not sure I can trust him around the family yet."
"But you kept bragging about how wonderful and tame he was on the phone."
"That's what I thought until this morning, now I'm not sure what I have. I thought he was starting to love me as much as I did him, but I guess I was wrong." He looked at me with an almost pleading look on his handsome face, or was that just wishful thinking on my part? Part of me wanted to scream out 'I do love you Master', but the prideful part won out and held me in check. "I'm going to get him settled in his room, then I will greet you and the kids properly."
He led me to a beautiful room; it had a sign on the door that said "Welcome Home Beau". Inside was all kinds of stuff I didn't recognize. "Well Beau, this is your room. I didn't think you would be spending much time in it, but until you are tame and accept the fact thatI am your master, you are going to have to stay here any time I can't be with you." He removed my leash and I saw him hang it on a peg outside my door on the way out.
So here I was alone in my room instead of being with my Master and his family. The pups looked adorable and his wife was beautiful, and my fucking pride was keeping me from being able to be with them. I looked around my room, but I didn't know what anything was or how to use it. I just sat in a chair in the corner; I was worried I would break something. It seemed like forever (but it was probably only a couple of hours) before my Master came back. Being away from him, even with this gulf between us was hard.
He showed me what the bed was (we slept on skins over piled up leaves), and what he called the dresser thathad all my clothes in it. He picked up a small box with buttons on it and a flat object on the wall literally came to life. There were Sheps in it and they were talking and moving around. It looked like a window, but when I went over to it there was nothing behind it.
My Master chuckled, "I keep forgetting how primitive you ferals are. It's television. It's just images of things."
There was nothing malicious about how he said it, but I bristled at the thought of how unsophisticated it made me look. "Yeah, we ferals are pretty stupid."
"Beau, quit with the attitude. I said you are primitive not stupid, and I understand why. I know you are anything but stupid. Headstrong and ungrateful, yes. Stupid, not so much." He said with an exasperated smile. "Come here and let me show you how to work the remote control." He put an arm around my shoulder, caressing it and proceeded to patiently explain the "remote control". Damn I missed his arms around me, but I was still bristling about the primitive comment, so I held myself rigid and aloof, instead of melting into his arms like I wanted to deep inside. I was so distracted, I desperately longed for his touch, and stupidly I did everything I could to pretend I didn't. Yeah I was plenty stupid, my Master was trying to reconcile, and I was thumbing my nose at him. He finally ran out of things to show me on the remote, and with a disappointed and hurt look on his face, he pulled his arm from my shoulder with a sad little sigh.
I realized that I had to take a piss and now that I thought of it a dump too, I hadn't gone since we left camp this morning. I had been too nervous to eat or drink and also too nervous to realize I needed to go. But now I needed to go bad. "Master, can I please go outside." I asked, a little desperation in my voice.
"What's wrong Beau, why do you need to go outside?"
"I have to pee and take a dump, Master."
My Master smiled. "I'm sorry Beau but I keep forgetting you've never been exposed to this stuff before. We don't go outside to relieve ourselves." He opened a door at the side of the room and led me in. He pointed to a stone chair on the floor. "That's where we relieve ourselves." He lifted the lid on the "toilet", I could see it was hollow and had water in it. He untied my loincloth and removed it crinkling his nose. "You won't be needing this anymore." Then he sat me on the chair and told me what I had to do. He went to wait outside and said, "Call me when you are done."
I did my business, but I was unsure of how to clean up. I mean there were no leaves in here. "I'm done, Master."
"OK, use some of that to clean up with." He pointed to a roll of white stuff with a thin layer of it hanging down. He showed me how to pull off some off and fold it up. "OK, now wipe your ass with it." I did as he instructed and dropped it in the bowl. I stood up and my Master pointed to a handle on the back of the toilet. "Push that down."
I pushed the handle down and jumped back startled. Water rushed into the bowl, and it started to fill up. I was worried that it was going to overflow, so I took a step back. All of a sudden the level started to go down and the water turned into a vortex and then all the water wooshed out the bottom, carrying out all my mess. Then the bowl filled back up. My Master tried unsuccessfully to suppress a chuckle, and I turned red again. "I'm glad you find me so amusing." For the first time ever, I omitted adding Master to the end of my sentence, and I did it intentionally, glaring at him to drive home the point.
"Beau, whether you like me or not, you will treat me with respect. You will address me as Master or Sir." My Master said, his voice quavering with hurt and anger. "And yes I do find it amusing. I meant nothing condescending by it. There is no way that you could possibly know about this stuff, it is all new. I was hoping we could have fun while you learned to fit into the modern world. But you seem hellbent on taking offense when none is meant."
I thought about it and realized that he was right, if things were still good between us, I probably would have laughed just as hard as he had. But I was just on edge and right now just about anything was making me snap. I owed my Master an apology. "I'm sorry Master; I had no right to be angry or disrespectful. Please accept my apology, Master."
He raised his hand, I cringed and hid my face in my hands, waiting for the blow to fall. When nothing happened in about 5 seconds I slowly looked up. My Master was sadly shaking his head. He put his arms around me and hugged me. "Beau, what have I ever done to make you think I would beat you?" I didn't respond, I didn't know what to say. He just held me for a moment and then said, "Let's get you showered up and get some dinner."
He removed my collar and hung it on a peg on the back of the door. He walked me over to a stall at the far end of the room with my head still buried in his chest. Something in his musky odor was soothing, and then arousing. I realized that I had not been "with" him since last night, and I was longing to have him in me again. I tried to fight my arousal, real men didn't take it up the ass, but it was no use I was soon hard as a rock with nothing to hide it with. It wasn't that I wanted sex with my Master, I needed it. BAD!
"Well it looks like you are already addicted, you're still not responding to me emotionally, but your body is craving more effects." He reached in and turned a knob in the stall and water came out of a nozzle about 7 feet from the floor. My Master reached in and checked the water. "Still not hot enough." He said as he adjusted the knob with his other hand still checking the water. "That should be just about right. I'm going to assume you've never had a shower before, and probably never used soap or shampoo."
He led me under the water, I was nervous at first but it felt so good. He grabbed the nozzle and removed it from the wall. It was attached to the wall by a flexible reed. Using the nozzle he rinsed me down with the hot water. As I did he grabbed a container and squeezed some gel out of it. "Relax, lean your head back and close your eyes." He said and started working the gel into my hair. He massaged my hair and scalp for a while. It felt so good, relaxing yet arousing at the same time. He finally stopped and asked me to keep my eyes closed while he rinsed my hair. He added some more gel that he called "shampoo", and massaged it in again. The hot water was making whatever was in his odor even more intense and I was even harder than before if that was possible. My Master rinsed my hair and then took a "washcloth" a rubbed some "soap on it and lathered me up all over my body. He paid special attention to my member and butt. He retracted my foreskin and gently ran the washcloth over it. He rinsed me off and while he was rinsing off my member, he retracted it several times in a row while rinsing it off and I shot off almost instantly. I couldn't see his face but I heard my Master chuckle behind But I still wasn't satisfied, I needed my Master's semen.
"OK Beau, why don't you shampoo me?"
"OK Master." My Master was about 6'6" tall so he towered over me. He had about 250 lbs nicely distributed on that chiseled muscular frame. I got some of the shampoo and got behind him to start on his head.
"Wait a second Beau," he dropped to his knees, "that should make it easier for you."
I leaned forward, which nestled my manhood between his furry shoulder blades. I started working the shampoo into his head fur. With his eyes closed I was able to look at his face without being intimidated. My Master's face was ruggedly handsome. He was here on his knees, eyes closed, trustfully letting a resentful untamed feral wash him in this vulnerable position. But also from this position, the steam was intensifying whatever was in his odor that had me swooning. I don't know what was coming over me but I was getting desperate for my Master to take me. I rinsed the shampoo from my Master's face and shoulders. He stood up and I shampooed his back. When I got to his tail he instinctively clamped it down. He looked at me sheepishly and then he relaxed and let me wash his tailhole. After I rinsed off his back, he turned around and faced me. His ten inches was bulging out of its sheath and he was leaking precum like a faucet. I shampooed his chest, and then worked my way down. When I got to his waist I dropped to my knees and did his legs, saving the best for last. Finally I put more shampoo on my hands and lathered up his groin area.
After I rinsed it off, I looked up at my Master and begged ina pleading whisper, "Please Master, I need it." My need to have my Master was becoming painful, I would worry about being a real man later.
He looked down with a sad little smile and said, "I know you do, you are already becoming addicted."
I didn't know what he meant, but I didn't care. My need was becoming all encompassing. I retracted my Masters sheath, exposing that beautiful piece of Shep maleness. I brought my mouth up and caressed the head with my tongue. He released a volley of precum and it almost took me over the edge. But both of us were at hair trigger status, I could feel my Masters knot starting to form as I fondled his big full scrotum. I needed it NOW so I gripped the base of his knot and he exploded into my mouth. He put his paws on the back of my head and pulled my head forward until my nose was right up against this washboard abs, and shot his load directly down my throat. After about 6 to 8 big spurts, he pulled out of my mouth. "Let go of the knot Beau. That should be enough to take the edge off for dinner; I didn't release much effects into you." I had no idea of what he was talking about.
My Master helped me up and guided me out of the shower. We dried off with "towels". My Master grabbed my collar off of the peg, and then walked us over to the dresser. He pulled some white "briefs" out of the top drawer and showed me how to put them on. They were soft against my skin, much softer than my loincloth had been. I was then given a pair of "shorts", "polo shirt", "socks" and "athletic shoes" and shown how to put them on properly. After everything else was on, my Master put my beautiful collar on me. The collar that I had been so proud of, until I found out that David didn't have to wear one.
He showed me my reflection in the big "mirror" on the dresser. I had seen my reflection in water before, but never this clear. My long red hair and beard had never been this clean and shiny before. My Master got behind me and combed out my hair. The fine toothed comb caught on something on my scalp. My Master reached up and removed a blood engorged tick from my scalp. "Beau, I am going to have to take you to the groomer tomorrow. We need to cut your hair short and shave off your beard, at least until we are sure you don't have any more parasites."
I didn't want my hair short and I had waited for years for my beard to come in so I could look like a man. I finally looked like a real man and he was going to emasculate me. He was going to make me look like a fucking domesticated human. I resented my Master making this decision for me, but I bit my tongue. I was doing a slow burn when my Master put my leash on and led me down to the dining room for dinner. He sat me down on his left side at the head of the table and his wife was on the other end of the table. Two of the boys were on each side of the table, and they were staring at me warily. The servants had already brought the food out to the table. There were all kinds of food I had never seen before and lots of things on the table that were completely foreign to me.
"Here Beau," my Master said grabbing my plate, "let me fix you a plate. I doubt you've ever had any of this stuff before." He told me what the food was as he was putting it on my plate. "This is Prime Rib, some mashed potatoes and gravy, corn on the cob and some dinner rolls." he then fixed his own plate as everyone else was passing the food around and filling their plates. I was pretty hungry but I wasn't going to be the first one to start eating. Some of this stuff looked really messy to eat, I didn't even know how to begin. After the plates were filled, my Master said the blessing over the food and everyone started eating. But they weren't eating with their hands, they were using metal eating tools. I stared at them trying to figure out which ones to use and how to use them.
"Go ahead and dig in." My Master told me.
I turned bright red and whispered, "I don't know how to use the eating tools."
"Great, not only are we stuck with a feral, he's a retarded feral." Fenrir, the largest of my Master's sons spat with contempt.
"That will be enough of that, Fenrir. Beau is not retarded, they just didn't have silverware in the wild where he lived."
"Well why did you have to go ruin things by bringing home a useless feral."
"I told you that is enough! Since you can't be civil at the table go to your room. I'll have Butler bring you some dinner in there."
Fenrir got up in a huff and stormed out to his room. This was great, I got uprooted from my home to be ridiculed and hated. It took everything I had to keep from crying, but I was not going to let my Master see how weak I was. Real men don't cry.
"It's OK Beau, it's not your fault. Let me show you how to use them." We had knives but the forks and spoons were new to me. By the end of the meal I at least knew how to use them. The food was delicious, I should have commented on how good it was and thanked my Master for providing me with a wonderful dinner, but I was still so overwhelmed that I didn't think to do it. I should have shown my appreciation, it really did make me appear to be an ungrateful feral.
"Let's go into the living room and watch some TV, I will have Butler bring our desert in there later."
We went in the room and my Master lay down on the "couch" and pulled me on top of him. His odor was starting to get to me again, I was getting aroused, even through my shorts my Master could feel me harden on top of him. "Good, I guess I didn't overdo it on the effects." he said as he felt my erection press against his body. "I think you will be more than ready for me when we go to bed." We were laying with my head on my Masters chest, our dicks together, his massive member dwarfing mine even in it's flaccid state. He ran his paws sensuously up and down my back. It felt so good, I couldn't suppress a moan. I couldn't give a damn about this "desert" that the butler was bringing, I needed my Master in me, NOW.
"Please Master!" I begged as I started to shiver uncontrollably, even though it was warm in the house. My muscles were starting to ache and I was getting nauseous.
"Easy Beau. I understand. You have all the symptoms of addiction, agitation, anxiety, tremors. Are your muscles aching and are you nauseous?"
"Yes Master, Please Master I NEED you." It was rapidly getting worse, and whatever was in his odor was exacerbating it.
"Hon, Beau and I are going to turn in." My Master said to his wife.
"But Daddy!" interrupted one of the pups, "You just got back from the hunt and we've hardly got to see you."
"I'm sorry Odo, but Beau needs me right now."
"Why did we have to get a stupid feral anyway. I hate him."
"Odo, that's enough! You need to give him a chance."
Odo pouted as my Master carried me out of the living room and up to his room. He sat me on the bed, but I couldn't take it anymore. I fell to my knees in front of him. My urgency was so great that I didn't even ask permission, I just took the tip in my mouth and ran my tongue into his sheath and ran it around his head. My Master started to harden and the head poked it's way out of his sheath. I took him into my mouth and started to bob up and down on that big piece of Shep meat. My Master ran his paw through my hair while I worked him over, I was desperate to at least milk some pre out of him.
"Oh yes that's a good boy, Beau." he moaned and the first squirt came out. I needed it so bad. It took took the edge off me but I needed so much more.
"Master, I NEED you. PLEASE!
"I know Beau, I'm sorry." My Master stood me up and undressed me. Then he picked me up and lay me on my back on the bed. I pulled me knees up to my chest and my Master went to work prepping me with that big Shep tongue. He started to lick all around my hole, but I couldn't wait for a love making session. I needed his semen in me and I needed it now.
"Master, PLEASE put it in me, I can't take it any more." I cried out. And with that he positioned himself, put my knees over his shoulders and guided that huge Shep cock to my pucker. He slowly put pressure on it and I opened up for my Master. Soon he was sliding in until he bottomed out.
"Oh Beau, you're so tight." He said as he waited for me to get used to his size.
"Please Master, fuck me hard I can't take it any longer. I NEED you."
"I'm sorry Beau." Was all he said before he pulled nearly all the way out and then slowly pushed in until he bottomed out. After about 4 or 5 thrusts he released a large volley of precum and that was enough to make me cum for the first time. He slowly picked up the pace until his hips were a blur and his balls were slapping against me. But I needed more than precum at this point, I needed whatever was in my Masters semen that would stop the unbearable cravings that I couldn't control. "Yes Beau, it's time!" He said as he hammered away with the short DEEP strokes that would lock my Master's knot deep in me. I felt him growing and stretching me as he became immobilized. He looked me straight in the eyes and cried out, "YESSSS!!!! Your MINE now!!!
I felt his balls jump up and he began to unload those massive balls deep in me. It was only a matter of seconds before the terrible craving inside of me was being quenched by the massive quantities of my Master's semen. He gripped me in a bear hug as he ground his massive member as deep in me as he could and marked me with his potent seed. His urgency and desire reminded me and reinforced how wonderful things could be if I would just submit to my Master. If I would just let him take charge of my life.
I was rapidly succumbing to my Master's semen, it such bliss, a reward for being a good pet and giving myself to my Master. My Masters urgency was soon sated and he rolled on his back bringing me to rest on top of him, as he continued to spurt intermittently into me. Soon I was in that semen induced stupor, I could feel that massive heart beating in my Master's chest and I could hear the sweet nothings he was whispering into my ear. I soon fell into a contented sleep.