Reverse Cowboy

Reverse Cowboy

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Rinn heads out to the WILD West where he is the yiffy good time that is had by all.

The sound of the engine chugging and the steel wheels clicking as they went over the joints in the track was almost hypnotic. I was watching out the window as civilization was being left behind. Each minute the terrain was getting wilder and wilder. I was leaving my life behind, everything I loved and knew to start a new life in the wilderness. I can't believe how I got into this situation. I guess I should start at the beginning...

I had just got out of the Army and I didn't know what to do with my life. I hadn't really wanted to leave the Army, but there really wasn't any place in the Army for a gay German Shepherd. Not that anyone knew I was gay, I wasn't that stupid, but I didn't think I could keep it secret much longer. It was just torture being in the same barracks every day with all kinds of hot sexy dogs. It was everything I could do not to bone up in the showers with other Sheps, Dobies, Rotties and especially those big Great Danes, man could they fill out a sheath. There were times that despite my best attempts I still popped a woody, fortunately it was usually during times when one of the guys would be bragging in the shower about some bitch they had fucked the previous night. It was pretty common for the guys to jerk off imagining it was them fucking the hot bitch. I on the other hand jerked off imagining that the hot stud was fucking me or vice versa. Well obviously a career where I was going to be tempted to do something that could not only get me kicked out but imprisoned if I was found out was not a long term option.

But what could I do instead. I had no interest in bitches and in the cities a gay dog was an easy target for abuse, blackmail and even jail if the authorities found out. There were rumors that a lot of dogs in my situation went out west to be trappers, prospectors and cowboys. It made sense since there were very few bitches and lots of dogs, why would a straight dog want to come out west. Since these were still territories not states, the laws against nearly everything were much more lax, including the prohibition on homosexuality. I had heard of a cowboy outfit out west that was hiring greenhorns, you just had to be big, strong and willing was what their ad claimed. So I signed on and was on my way to the great wide open frontier.

It was a 3 day journey by rail to Carson City, then a 3 hour trip by stage coach to the ranch. I finally got there at 10 AM. When I stepped out of the coach a massive, devilishly handsome Great Dane, his tall cropped ears poking up through the slits in his Stetson hat, was there to meet me. He came up to meet me and introduced himself. He extended a huge paw which engulfed mine. He squeezed mine tight, and as I winced he declared, "I'm Dylan, welcome to the Ben Dover Ranch." He gave a little smirk when he said the name.

"Nice to meet you Sir." I said as he released the death grip on my paw.

"Well that's one less thing I'm gonna have to teach you, it seems like you already know to address me as Sir. You're the one that just got out of the Army, right?"

"Yes Sir."

"What would make you leave a career in the military to come out to this god forsaken place?"

"I just didn't seem to fit in with the military, Sir."

He gave me a knowing look, like he was able to read between the lines, then he stepped back to take a look at me, which also gave me an opportunity to take this monument of doghood in. He was every bit of 7 feet tall. He was fawn with a black mask on his handsome square muzzle. He had broad shoulders with a powerful deep chest that tapered to a narrow waist with six pack abs that looked like they were chiseled out of granite. Then I saw it, even though it was completely limp, his huge cock was bigger than mine completely erect. I'm not small, I've always been more than satisfied with my seven inches but it was just dwarfed by Dylan's massive member. But as amazing as it was it was nothing compared to the set of balls dangling beneath it. They looked like something you would find on the bulls we would be herding. I couldn't take my eyes off of them, what I wouldn't give to...

"Uhmmm..." Dylan said. It was then I realized how long I had been staring at his package. "You like what you see?" Damn I was so busted.

I just stammered, then I realized that while I was staring this sex god, I had started to bone up. I'm sure I was beet red under my fur, and I knew I had just gotten off on the wrong foot with the foreman. Or at least I thought I had, but he just chuckled and said. "Just relax, nobody worries about stuff like that out here on the frontier. We are more interested in how much we can trust you to pull your weight and cover our backs when necessary. Besides I think you'll make a fine cowBOY." It seemed like he put extra emphasis on the last half of the word cowboy, or maybe it was just my imagination. "You're just the right size for most of our horses, you look fairly strong, plus you seem to be interested in the right things. Come on, let's go meet your horse." We walked along a pasture fence that was just loaded with feral horses. I asked Dylan, "Which one will I be riding?"

"None of those. The Ben Dover raises and sells those as riding horses. Us cowpokes ride anthro horses."

I had seen pictures of anthro horses. They were the natives here in the west before us canines took over the frontier. I had never seen one in real life before, most of us considered them savages, not much more than feral animals. That made me kind of uneasy, as we continued walking toward the barn. "Why do you use Anthros?"

"There are several reasons. For one, even though they are savages, they are sentient beings. It is much easier to be a team with them when we are herding cattle, since they know what we are trying to do. Secondly they are all stallions for a reason. When they signed on they all knew that if they are disobedient they will be gelded. NO Anthro stallion wants to be gelded, they pride themselves on their sexual endowment. They would rather be killed than castrated. And finally when you are out riding the range alone for days on end, they can keep you company, much better than a feral horse." He finished off as we came up to the barn.

I expected to see them in stalls, but they were all standing around in the barn, some of them sipping coffee as they socialized. Their sharp ears heard us coming into the barn and they all turned to look. Suddenly the largest one charged straight at us. It looked like he was going to flatten us, but he skidded to a halt right in front of Dylan, then dropped to his knees bowing his massive head. Dylan reached a paw out and scratched this huge stallion behind the ear.

"Arion, that's my boy." The stallion seemed to brighten even more from the praise of his master. "Arion here is my mount, he is the only one here that is half Clydesdale and half Thoroughbred. Because of my size, the standard quarter horses you all ride can't carry me. As you can see from Arion here, when you finally convince them you are their master they form quite a bond with you. In fact I'm sure that my boy Arion here would die to protect me, wouldn't you Arion?"

"Yes Master!" He said eagerly in a deep resonant voice. You could see the adoration for his master in his eyes.

"Plus he will do ANYTHING he can to ease the loneliness when we are out on the trail." He said with a smirk, then added, "Won't you Arion?"

"Of course Master!" He replied with a chuckle. There was a motion in his groin area and I looked down at it. He was starting to chub and even compared to Dylan he was huge.

"Arion loves when I ride him, don't you Arion." If I didn't know better I would have been sure there was a double entendre there.

"Yes Master!" he said in that deep baritone voice, then whinnied in excitement. He seemed to be all the way erect now.

"Unfortunately I can't "ride" you right at this moment Arion." The stallion looked disappointed. "Stand up and meet the new greenhorn I'll be training this week, his name is Rinn."

And with that he rose to his full height. He had to stand between 11 and 12 feet tall. He was a muscular giant, with a glossy deep chestnut coat, a white face and white feathering around his wrists and ankles. He had to be packing 16 inches and was unembarrassedly displaying it. He reached out with his right hand, shook mine firmly and said, "Pleased to meet you Mr. Rinn, Sir."

"The feeling is mutual Arion."

"That new pinto that signed on a couple of days ago is going to be his mount. You will be "breaking" him in, while I "break" Rinn in." Dylan told Arion who smiled devilishly. Then he turned toward the other end of the barn, and headed off towards a group of stallions that were hanging out by the other door. When we got there he called out to one of the young stallions, "Hey Spotty! Get over here."

A young pinto stallion ran over, but not with the same exuberance as Arion did. He knelt down and said, "Reporting for duty Sir."

"Stand up and let me look you over."

The pinto stood up. He was a handsome stallion although much smaller than Arion, probably about eight and a half feet tall. He was a black and white tobiano pattern pinto. He was also slighter, but he looked plenty capable of carrying me. Dylan walked around him, then walked up to him and started running his hands over the pinto. The pinto stood stoically for the exam until Dylan reached down and felt his scrotum. He flinched a little, but then held his ground.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to being handled. In fact I would venture to guess that you will learn to enjoy being handled. I just had to check that you were intact and not a gelding already." The pinto looked a little indignant at that, but got over it quickly. "This is Rinn, he is going to be your new master."

"Nice to meet you Mr. Rinn, Sir" He said as he reached out with his right hand to shake mine but was interrupted by Dylan.

No it's not Mr. Rinn, Sir. He is to be addressed always as Master."

"Pleased to meet you, Master." the pinto continued.

"Pleased to meet you too. Spotty?" I replied.

"No his name isn't Spotty, he has no name. After a day or two on the trail, after you get to know him you will come up with a suitable name. Arion here is named after a famous horse from Mythology. He was divinely bred, the son of Poseidon and Demeter. Arion was believed to be extremely fast and was also able to speak. He's the best horse I've ever had and I figured he should be named accordingly. Now come on over and get acquainted with each other." He stepped back and put his arm around the kneeling Arion, who obviously relished being touched by his master. I reached out and tentatively ran my hand over his muzzle. He looked straight at me, but his eyes were letting me know he was OK with me touching him. From there I ran my hands over his chest, his pecs were hard and well developed, just like the rest of his body as I would soon discover. Finally my paws got down to his male parts. I cupped his scrotum and felt his balls just like Dylan did. Yeah they were both DEFINITELY there, and each one was about the size of an orange. From there I daringly ran my paw up his sheath, which caused him to grin slightly. It was the first time I had ever touched another male's tool, and I immediately began to harden. All I could think about was taking that huge stallion cock into my mouth and sucking him until... Damn I gotta concentrate, I had my hand on his dick way to long. I glanced over to Dylan and he was smirking at me. I stepped back signaling that my inspection was complete.

"OK Rinn, now you need to learn how to ride these savages." We walked over to a room in the barn that had all the tack necessary for riding. Pretty much all that was used in riding these anthros was a saddle, but it was a special saddle. It was designed to have the seat perpendicular to the stallion's back not parallel to it. It was attached almost to the shoulder so your head could be just slightly above that of your mount, since they were bipedal instead of running on all fours like a feral horse. First Dylan demonstrated on Arion then gave me my saddle and I copied what he did. Soon I had the saddle on properly and the four of us walked out the front door of the barn so we could ride.

When we got out the door Dylan demonstrated how to mount this unusual saddle. The horse got down on all fours and you got in the saddle lying on the horses back. Then when the horse stood up you slid down into the saddle. I tried it and it was surprising comfortable. Your feet went in the stirrups for support and also so you could use your bent knees to steer the horse. And with that we went riding off into the high desert. You could tell Dylan and Arion were a team. Arion almost knew what Dylan was thinking before he did. My mount and I were another story. We were feeling each other out as we tried to ride beside Dylan and Arion. We were getting better, but we had a long way to go. By the time we were heading back to the Ben Dover we were finally starting to find ourselves.

I was finally able to stop concentrating on the steering and was just able to relax and enjoy the ride. It was then that I started thinking about this handsome stallion between my legs. My sheath was pressed up against his back and the motion of him galloping made me hard. I knew he could feel it too, and sure enough he turned his head for a moment and grinned at me before concentrating again on where he was going. We soon reached the Ben Dover and unsaddled our mounts. Dinner was already over but the cook had known to save some for Dylan and me. We each got a heaping plate of food and sat down at a table.

"After we eat, we are going to saddle up our mounts and head out. You are going to be with me for a week, then you should be trained well enough to be on your own. This will be your territory after I get you trained." Dylan instructed. I nodded, my mouth full of food, this ranch work sure built an appetite. "We run things a little differently on the Ben Dover. We each ride our territory for 5 days then we all spend two relaxing at the ranch together. We have some fun times together." He added with a cocky smirk.

As soon as we were done we saddled up our horses again, put our bedrolls, mess kits and a supply of dried meats and staples on a feral pack horse. We would lead it with a rope until it was out of sight of the barn then being a pack animal it would follow us without a lead rope. We followed a canyon until it got nearly dark, then we stopped near a natural spring to make our camp. It can get chilly on the high desert at night as I soon found out. There is no cloud cover to keep the heat in, so we gathered up some dead scrub wood and made a small camp fire. With my thick double coat I wasn't cold at all, but Dylan with his short coat was shivering a little. We laid our bedrolls out then sat down beside the fire. Dylan had his trail blanket draped around his shoulders.

"It's a little colder than usual for this time of year. Usually in the colder months I bring some clothing to keep warm. Damn short coat, we were never meant for this type of weather." He said as we stared into the fire. "Do you mind if I throw this over both of us so we can share each other's body heat?"

"I don't mind Sir." I said, and the thought of getting close to this stud had me hardening in my sheath. He moved over next to me and threw the blanket around both of us. He draped his arm across my shoulder, then pulled me close to him. The horses were grazing after drinking their fill from the spring, when I saw Arion walk up to "Spotty" and say something to him. Then he put his hands on his shoulders, pushing him down to his knees. He used his right hand to pull his head toward his groin. Spotty cupped his huge balls in his left hand and with his right hand guided Arion's semi-hard member to his muzzle. I gasped as I sat there mesmerized, imagining it was me sucking that massive piece of stallion meat. Soon Spotty was taking all 16 inches of Arion's cock into his muzzle. Arion put both his hands behind Spotty's head and began to slowly work his tool in and out of his mouth. I realized that I was harder than I had ever been. Arion started working it faster and faster until it was obvious that he was about to blow. You could almost see the massive quantities of spooge pulsing through that huge horsecock as he filled Spotty's eager maw. Spotty tried to swallow it all but there was just too much and despite his best effort it was now cascading out of his mouth. With his left hand Arion pulled Spotty's head back and he used his right hand to direct his cock at Spotty's muzzle as it continued to spew its seed. Rope after rope of thick horse jizz rocketed onto him, painting his muzzle with streaks of white. After shooting what seemed to be a pint or more of spooge, Mount Arion ceased erupting.

"Nice one Arion, way to mark that subby little mare! He'll definitely know who's Alpha now." Dylan said with a chuckle as Arion's member started to deflate.

I don't know if I had even blinked the whole time this had been taking place, but I was woken out of my daze when I felt Dylan take my paw in his and guide it to his rock hard sheath. I instinctively wrapped my paw around it and slowly started sliding his sheath up and down that glorious shaft. I turned my head down to look at it, the sheath playing hide and seek with the big red head.

"Hey Pup, It's not gonna suck itself!"

And with that he brought his other hand up and pulled my muzzle down toward his doghood. It was something that I had wanted all my life and my first chance was going to be with this god of a Dane. I reached out with my long flexible tongue and gave the head a lick. It tasted wonderful, a little gamy but all male, just like you would expect from such a stud. Plus his dominance pheromones were making me lightheaded, and if I would have had any resistance at this point they would have completely overpowered my resistance. But I had no intention of putting up a fight since I probably wanted this more than he did. I reached my left paw down and cupped those huge balls which were the size of lemons it seemed, and rolled them around in their loose hanging black sack. My tongue snaked inside of his sheath and I used it to peel back his sheath as I lowered my muzzle over his massive member. I was only two thirds of the way down when the head hit the back of my throat. I felt pressure on the back of my head as he pushed my head down, forcing the head into my throat. All I could do was open up and swallow, and the last third went down my throat. It stretched it a bit so my eyes were watering and he held me there for a few seconds before letting me come up for air.

"That's the way to do it Pup! You're gonna work out just fine." He said as he pushed my head down again. "Were going to do the exact same thing that Arion and Spotty did, except that you are going to swallow every drop. Understood?"

I nodded my head the best I could with 11 thick inches of doghood in my muzzle. Then he stopped forcing it down my throat and just used my muzzle. I was soon eagerly bobbing up and down his big boner without any encouragement. I could feel his knot starting to from, so I reached down and gripped it at its base to simulate a tie. That was all it took to send him over the edge. His huge balls jumped out of my hand and slammed against his body as he started to shoot into my muzzle.

"That's it Pup, swallow it all! You're mine now!" Dylan cried out.

I was having a hard time keeping up so I did the only thing I could, I deep throated him so his seed was shooting straight into my stomach. It was such a turn on that I came without touching myself. As his orgasm slowed he reached down and took my paw off of his knot.

"Let it go, I have to save some for later." He ordered, so I knew we were far from finished. His erection started coming down and he pulled my head up and kissed me. I had never kissed anyone before, male or female and it was something I will never forget. He ran his tongue across the front of my teeth and I opened my mouth to accommodate him. Soon his tongue was exploring my mouth, and he eased us the ground, with me on the bottom of course. I'd never felt so alive in my life, every nerve in my body was tingling as I surrendered to Dylan. I had almost forgotten about the horses until I saw them out of the corner of my eye. They were watching with smirks on their muzzles as Dylan worked me over. But at this point I didn't care who was watching, this is what I had dreamed of all my life. Then suddenly he stopped and pulled away from me.

"Arion, I think it's time both of these boys lose their cherries! What do you think?"

Arion whinnied in response then said, "Yes Master!"

They lay us side by side on our backs on the two bedrolls, I was positioned so I could see Spotty being penetrated and he could see my deflowering. Arion lifted Spotty's legs up and started licking his pucker, when all of a sudden Dylan did the same thing to me. I had never felt anything like having my asshole licked, I couldn't help moaning. He licked it for a moment or two then his thick tongue penetrated my virgin hole. I closed my eyes and moaned, it felt so good, that thick supple piece of flesh penetrating where no one else had ever been. From the sound of things Spotty was getting the same treatment, he was moaning and whinnying loudly. Dylan pulled his tongue out; I opened my eyes quickly to beg him not to stop. I saw him stick his middle finger in his mouth, pull it out and then touched my pucker with it. He had huge hands and I winced as he penetrated me. I turned my head to the side just in time to see Arion doing the same to Spotty, almost like it was choreographed. It was obvious that this wasn't the first time they had teamed up to "break" greenhorns in. Spotty had an advantage though his pucker was much bigger than mine, but with what Arion was packing he was gonna need it. They must have been giving each other eye signals because in unison they added a second finger. It hurt at first but soon I was stretched out enough that it started feeling good again. He touched what I knew had to be my prostate, and my dick twitched violently. He did it again and I almost came.

"OK, time for the main event." He said as he put my knees over his shoulders and lined his dick up with my virgin hole. I turned my head toward Arion and saw him rubbing his precum slathered domed dickhead all over Spotty's anus. Then he started to push it in unison with Dylan. I felt that big stud cock trying to gain entry, I tried to relax as much as I could and I felt the head pop through my sphincter at the same time as Arion's big dome slipped into Spotty. We both gasped as our tops held steady while our bodies adjusted to their girth. Then they slowly slid their massive members all the way in until they were balls deep in our tight rectums.

"Yes! Got your cherry didn't I?"

"Yes Sir!" I said proudly.

"Damn, you're nice and tight, just like I like 'em." He continued as he started to work his way in and out of my no longer virgin passage. It was still a little bit painful, but the pain was lessening on each thrust. I glanced over and saw that all 16 inches of Arion's monster were deep in Spotty's ass. I watched as those humongous balls slapped up against Spotty on each thrush. All of a sudden Dylan changed his angle of attack and drove his massive doghood into my prostate. I moaned uncontrollably as he picked up speed, pounding me into submission. I was on the verge of cumming when I felt his knot start to form. While it was still small he popped it in and out of my sphincter a couple times, then he started thrusting into me with short sharp one inch thrusts while his knot locked deep in me. I clamped down on the base of his shaft. His knot, now bigger than my fist, was putting steady pressure on my prostate, and with one final thrust he jostled it enough that I finally came. I clamped down on him even tighter and he thrust again and cried out.

"You're mine bitch!" As he started pumping his seed in me, marking me as his personal property. Dylan rolled us onto our sides, I could feel his seed still gently spurting deep in me. His huge knot, which was locked firmly inside me, was throbbing like a second heart beating in me. He kissed me on my forehead tenderly and said, "You did great for your first time. I could tell from the moment I saw you that you were born for this." He ruffled my headfur affectionately. "I'm gonna really enjoy this week of 'training'." He added with a rakish smirk.

"Not as much as I'm gonna enjoy it Sir!" I said and I meant it, as I buried my muzzle in his massive chest. He hugged me tight to him, with an affection that was real. It was obvious that he didn't just consider me a convenient sex object. Then he expressed the same sentiments that I was thinking.

"You're gonna fit in just fine here. Were like a family here, we all care about each other." He continued seriously, then sarcastically added, "And that isn't diminished by the fact that we like to fuck each other's brains out."

We just held each other closely for the hour it took for his knot to come down. He was symbolically taking ownership of me, but I was a more than willing captive. Eventually all good things must come to an end, and his knot started to subside and finally as tightly as I clamped on it slipped out of me. I felt so empty; in such a short time it had come to feel so right. Dylan held me protectively for about 20 minutes. I know that dogs get protective of their bitches once they start having sex with them, so I guess it was the same with gay doms.

"I hate to let you go, but it's time to hit the sack. I think you should sleep with Spotty, it will help you bond with him better. Besides Arion would have a conniption fit if he didn't get to sleep with me. Good thing for me too, he's like a big furry heater, the high desert can be a bitch for us short coated dogs." Dylan said, breaking the silence. It was then I noticed that the horses had gone back to grazing. Since horses don't have knots, they had an hour to kill while we were tied. Dylan picked up his bedroll and moved it to the other side of the campfire and called to Arion, "Hey, time for bed!" Arion came charging at Dylan and skid to a stop by his bedroll, laying down on it and Dylan laid down in front of him so they were spooning. Arion draped an arm over him and sighed in contentment. Dylan sure did have that big stallion eating out of his hand. The huge savage loved Dylan with all his being, and he wore his heart on his sleeve. And in spite of his gruff exterior, it was pretty obvious that Dylan loved him just as much.

I figured I should do the same thing and called to Spotty. "Hey Spotty, time for bed!" Spotty who was already standing next to me, lay down and I positioned myself like Dylan had. Spotty put an arm over me tentatively, unsure of what I wanted and worried that he would offend. "That feels nice." I said to encourage him. That was all he needed to snuggle closer to me. I leaned back into him and I could feel his sheath against my back, even in its flaccid state it was impressive. I started thinking about how good it would feel to have him thrusting into me, emptying those huge balls into me... Wait, I can't be thinking like that, a dog shouldn't be subordinate to one of these savages... It took a while but I finally fell asleep in Spotty's arms.

I woke to some murmuring. It was still dark, but the coals of the campfire were throwing a little light. The murmuring was coming from Dylan and Arion. They were still spooning but Arion's erection was coming through Dylan's legs and lying right underneath Dylan's erection. Dylan had one of his huge paws wrapped around both members and was slowly stroking them. They must have been getting close because they were both mouth breathing and moaning. They were both just huge, I still couldn't believe that monster had been locked deep inside me. It was obvious that they had been partners for a long time, they were so in tune with each other. Even though Arion was much longer, the fact that he had to go through Dylan's legs made their dickheads even with each other. Then Dylan bent down and took both their heads into his massive muzzle, even from my distance I could see his big flexible tongue weaving in and out between and around their flesh poles, while he was stroking with his paw. I could tell they were getting close, and Dylan started bobbing up and down on their shafts. Then he reached down with his left paw gripping the base of his knot and they both came in unison. Of course there was no way someone could swallow the copious quantities of semen these studs produced, so after he had a mouthful he pulled off and both of them continued shooting off onto the desert floor. After they calmed down, they fell asleep again, Arion draped all over his master.

Of course now I was hard as a rock and as horny as a pup could be. It didn't help matters that I could feel Spotty's plump sheath against my back. All I could think of was that hot scene etched in my mind. That was until I felt Spotty's hand reach around and start to fondle my sheath. He started stroking me and then he rose up on an elbow and bent his head down to my groin. His tongue was big, flat and velvety soft, much softer that the rough tongue of a dog, and he was giving my boner a good tongue lashing. I was already really worked up so before long I was on the edge. My knot was starting to form and Spotty reached down and grabbed the base, jerked it a few times then clamped down on the base, sending me over the edge. I grunted and shot spurt after spurt into Spotty's eager maw. After a few minutes he released my knot and my orgasm stopped. But it had definitely been enough to release me to sleep.

Just then I happened to glance over at Dylan and saw him smirking back at me before rolling over and burying his head in Arion's massive chest. But I didn't care, my balls were no longer hurting and I was sleepy now.

I quietly whispered to Spotty, "What made you do that?"

"It it a horses duty to take care of his master's needs." He replied.

"How did you know what I needed?" I continued.

"Horses can sense what their masters need." And with that we both drifted contentedly off to sleep.

I woke in the morning completely refreshed and with a sense of belonging. Being held by a big strong horse all night had made me feel more secure and wanted than I had ever felt in my life, even if my ass was still a little tender after losing my cherry to Dylan's big dick. I was going to be walking funny I was sure, good thing most of the day would be in the saddle. I looked toward the fire and Dylan and Arion had already added more wood and had started a pot of coffee.

"Bout time you woke up, Sleepin' Beauty." Dylan kidded me.

"Best sleep I've had in a while." I replied. "Well other than having a tender ass." I added sticking my tongue out at him.

"It's amazing how much better you sleep when you aren't living a lie." He said raising an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean for the first time in your life you were able to really be who you are. A male who likes males."

"How did you know?"

"Oh come on, when you've been at it as long as I have your gaydar works perfect. I could tell I'd be fucking you and you would be enjoying it the moment you stepped off the coach." Dylan said knowingly. "I could tell you'd been wanting that all your life, admit it."

"You're right Sir." I said with a chuckle. "It was why I left the Army; it was too frustrating to shower with all those studly working dogs, especially the Great Danes. But none of them were as hot as you, Sir!"

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Rinn." He joked. "I know you are going to really fit in here."

Dylan got out some bacon and eggs out of our pack and set the skillet over the fire. He cooked some bacon first then used the bacon grease to fry the eggs in and then put a few slices of bread in the skillet to soak up the last of the bacon grease and cook it crispy on one side. It was delicious. We finished eating and while he packed back up I cleaned up our mess kits. The horses were grazing a little, but came over to the spring while I washed dishes in the outflow of the little spring pool so I wouldn't contaminate it. They came over and got a drink upstream from me. I finished up and carried the whole kit and caboodle back to camp, the horses followed. I stowed it on the outside of the pack on our feral horse, then picked up my saddle and got Spotty saddled up. Soon Dylan and I were mounted up and riding toward my territory. By mid morning we got to the start of my new territory.

"Your main job is to ride the perimeter of this fence line every week and make sure there are no breaks in it, making repairs where necessary." Dylan instructed me.

We rode for several miles before we came to a place where one of the strands of barbed wire was broken. Dylan showed me how to repair it. We rode for a couple of hours before we saw another break and he let me repair it on my own. We continued to ride the fence, eating our lunch of beef jerky while we were in the saddle. We rode the rest of the day with nothing out of the ordinary happening. As it was about an hour till dusk we came to another seep spring coming out of a canyon wall and stopped to make our camp. After we removed their tack, the horses helped us collect fuel for the fire before heading out to graze in the fresh grass in our little oasis by the spring. I had been waiting all day to set up camp so I could get more of Dylan's cock; it was all I could think of all day. He put our skillet on the fire and I brought a canteen of water from the spring and poured it in. Soon Dylan had added the dried meat, a potato and a carrot. After he moved it over to the edge of the coals to let it simmer he sat down on his rolled up bedroll. Before he even had a chance to get comfortable I was kneeling in front of him stroking his sheath.

"Now that's what I like, an eager pup! Why don't you suck a load out of me before dinner to help me relax?"

I didn't bother answering; I just peeled his sheath back and slurped his still flaccid dogmeat into my muzzle. He hardened in no time flat and I tried to suck all the tension from his body out through his dick. Well there must have been tension in his dick because it was stiff as a board. He just leaned back and let me work on his long horn. I felt that someone was watching me and I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw Arion and Spotty had a ringside seat watching me. I started to bob up and down on Dylan's monster, he was right; I was born to do this. I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw Spotty intimating me, bobbing up and down on Arion's massive member. But I couldn't let that distract me for long. I had a sudden inspiration. I buried my muzzle all the way to his pubes and stuck out my long flexible tongue and started massaging his balls with it. He moaned loudly and I could feel his knot start to swell up right inside my muzzle and as I continued to lick his balls he grabbed the back of my skull and exploded down my throat. Rope after rope of creamy white hot Dane spunk going directly to my stomach. To my surprise I also came from just the excitement. When I came down from my orgasm Dylan pulled out of me. He guided me up to sit on his lap facing him, and kissed me tenderly.

"Wow, you're really catching on, Rinn."

"Well I've had a really great teacher. Plus you're the hottest dog I've ever seen, sort of like a walking wet dream." I said with a wry smile, and then I licked his nose affectionately.

It was then that we noticed Arion and Spotty again. Arion was positioning Spotty on his knees and lining himself up behind him. Spotty reached up and guided Arion to his puckered little asshole. Arion pushed it in and Spotty moaned as he sunk himself balls deep in Spotty's tight hole, soon he was working it in and out while we watched. Arion pushed Spotty's head into the ground like he was groveling. Arion then straightened up, grabbed Spotty's hips and hammered away furiously into Spotty with all 16 inches as Spotty squealed in submission and delight. Dylan and I just cuddled and watched as Spotty eagerly took the brutal fucking that Arion was dishing out. Arion was working his way to his climax driving that 16 inches the whole way in and then the whole way out of Spotty, snorting with each thrust, until he finally drove it the whole way in, arched his back, and threw his head up in the air whinnying his dominance. His tail started flagging, slapping down every time he squirted his stallion seed deep in Spotty, who moaned like a bitch in heat and shot his load onto the ground. Soon Arion collapsed on top of Spotty and drove him into his own puddle of jizz. Dylan and I had a good chuckle over that.

"Nice One Arion!!!" Dylan yelled to his mount, who looked over in our direction and winked. "Good thing there's plenty of water in this spring. It's gonna take a lot of water to wash all that muddy spooge off of Spotty."

"Well he better get it washed off if he wants to sleep on my bedroll tonight." I said in mock indignation. Spotty stuck his tongue out at me, which made me think of how good it felt on my dick.

"Well I think this has simmered enough. Grab your mess kit and let's eat!"

I ladled some stew into my plate and grabbed a hunk of cornbread to sop up the broth with and we dug in. It's amazing how much better food tastes when you've spent a whole day riding the range. I was done in no time and grabbed a second helping.

Dylan chuckled and asked. "So you like my cooking?"

"Yeah I do, but I'm so hungry now I could eat the asshole out of an anthrohorse." I said flippantly.

"Don't laugh, you may be doing that sooner than you think." Dylan added cryptically. "Not to change the subject, but how do you like being a cowboy?"

"It's great, although I don't think it will be quite as good when you aren't out here with me." I said pouting a little.

"Don't worry, I still plan on tapping that ass on a regular basis. That's some grade A, number one prime dogpussy there. And I know you'll give it up anytime I ask for it now."

"You know me too well." I said before taking another bite of stew. The horses had already cleaned up and were grazing together, even though they were savages, they were handsome savages. And those huge cocks, I could just imagine getting plugged by one of them... WAIT! What kind of pervert am I to even consider letting one of those savages plug my dog ass. We finished up dinner and I took our mess kits over to the spring and cleaned them up so they would be ready for breakfast. I went over and sat down at the fire next to Dylan, who shared the blanket that he had draped over his shoulders. He was just so strong and handsome, with such a BIG dick. If I was a bitch I would definitely want his puppies. I leaned into him and rested my head in the hollow of his neck. He put his arm around me and we stared into the vastness of this great land, it made me feel so small and insignificant. More than ever it made me feel close to Dylan and what he had succeeded in awakening in me. The fire was kind of hypnotic. I really don't know how long we had been staring into eternity when Dylan took his paw and lifted my muzzle to his. He teasingly nibbled my lips and as I opened my mouth to accept his tongue, then finally he kissed me. Gently at first and then more passionately. Then he broke the kiss and looked deep into my eyes, his own green ones glowing in the firelight.

"You know Rinny, I won't lie. I 'break in' every new piece of meat that comes to the Ben Dover. And that's what I usually think of them as, pieces of meat to get my rocks off in. Don't get me wrong, I don't rape them. They always enjoy it. And I like them as friends, but I think I care about you as more than that. Because of my position I really can't show too much favoritism, but I think I might like to spend more time together on our days off."

"Wow! I would have never expected that." I was flabbergasted, this walking wet dream really liked me.

"That doesn't mean we have an exclusive, I mean I will still be breaking in every new greenhorn that comes down the pike. Plus when I'm not breaking them in I have to take care of business at the main ranch house. But on your days off I wouldn't mind you bunking with me."

And with that he guided me until I was sitting on his lap facing him. Our dicks were together and he was gently thrusting against mine as we kissed again. His big tongue was having its way with mine as we writhed against each other. Dylan was just a fountain of precum which was probably a good thing, considering how big he was. His partners needed all the lube they could get, right now it was flowing down his cock and mine and sitting in a pool at our balls. Then he grabbed my hips, lifted me up, pulled me forward and set my pucker right on top of his boner. I slowly lowered myself down on him, easing that big eleven inch python into my eager rectum. He growled out his dominance as he took his pleasure in me. I was straddling him so I could use my legs to lift myself up and down on his huge cock. I was moaning in pathetic needy whimpers, eager to please my dog. I knew I would never be able to deny him anything he wanted. He had awoken my need for a big strong male to take charge of me and that genie could never be put back in the bottle. I rode his cock slowly and we kept the passion on simmer for at least 15 minutes, then Dylan couldn't take it any longer. He grabbed my legs under the knees and stood up with me still impaled on his pupmaker. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he grabbed my hips lifting me up and down on his cock as he bounced up and down with his legs. To say it was intense was an understatement, and neither of us was going to last long this way. My prostate was getting a battering and Dylan's knot was starting to form. It finally caught on my sphincter immobilizing us as we both went off. My seed hitting Dylan in the chin, while I could feel his jetting into my bowls. After the main load he caught his breath and laid us down while we were still locked together. We lay there hugging each other, and in our exhaustion we fell asleep still locked together in each other's arms.

We woke up about an hour later and after fighting free of the cobwebs in our minds we sat up by the fire again. Dylan put a pot of coffee on the fire and we sat beside the fire, my head buried in Dylan's chest as we waited for the coffee to percolate. The horses had gone back to grazing as Dylan and I sat there just enjoying holding each other as we sipped our coffee. We were getting so comfortable with each other that the silence was no longer awkward, just two dogs that enjoyed each other's company. Until finally Dylan spoke.

"Well Rinny, I think it is time to get to bed, but before we do I think you need to show Spotty who the boss is."

"And just how am I supposed to do that Sir?"

"By fucking his sweet little ass and marking him with your seed. Not only does it cement your bond with him, but those stallion asses feel great!" He added with a chuckle. "Just follow my lead." He then yelled out, "Arion I need to go for a ride, bring your tight little ass over here!"

Arion came charging over to his master, skidded to a stop and knelt eagerly in front of Dylan. "Yes Master, I'm ready!"

"Assume the position!" Dylan commanded, in mock gruffness.

"Yes Master!" Arion exclaimed as he faced away from Dylan still on his knees and put his chest on the ground. Then he lifted his tail up and to the right exposing nether hole. Dylan got on his knees behind Arion and started licking his ass getting him nice and lubed. Even though Arion was on his knees Dylan had to stand to be able to line his huge already hard dick up with Arion's pucker. He was rubbing the head on Arion's brown eye, lubing it up with the copious pre that he was gushing. Then Dylan glanced at me and I knew he was waiting for me to get Spotty ready. I wasn't sure how much I wanted to be the top, deep inside I knew I preferred being a bottom. But how could I bottom for one of these savages and still maintain my dignity.

"Hey Spotty, get your ass over here." I yelled out. Spotty came running, but still not with the enthusiasm of Arion.

"Yes Master?" He replied uncertainly almost like he sensed my hesitancy.

"Assume the position." I said hesitantly, not in the confident command voice that Dylan used.

Spotty looked at me with an, are you sure that's what you really want look, and then got into position. I licked his pucker for a moment. I was hard but it was mainly from watching Dylan dominate this huge stallion, not because I thought the prospect of plugging Spotty's ass was inviting. Even so the scene was hot enough that with a few strokes I was able to coax out a few spurts of pre and lube Spotty up. And while I was doing that Dylan penetrated Arion, who moaned out his pleasure as Dylan slowly slid his puppy maker into Arion. I followed suit, not surprisingly I had no trouble penetrating Spotty. He was used to getting Arion's 16 inches, so he probably hardly felt my 7 inches. But Dylan was right; it was hot, slick and velvety soft in Spotty's rectum. Dylan was now slowly working it in and out of Arion, who had his head turned back at Dylan, gazing at him in complete adoration. I followed suit, but Spotty wasn't moaning his pleasure, in fact I'm not sure he could even feel my meager dick. By now Dylan had increased his pace until you could hear his flesh slapping against Arion's buttocks. I looked over and I could see his huge pendulous balls swinging into Arion's on each vicious thrust. I concentrated on them and that was enough to get me revved up enough to pound away at Spotty, even though I was imagining that I was getting pounded by Dylan. But by now both of us were starting to knot up and I realized that this was going to be my first ever tie. Instinctively I knew what to do and started hammering Spotty with short sharp thrusts, seating my knot as deep as I could in his ass. His sphincter clamped down behind my knot locking me in while I gushed my hot seed in him. I heard a howl and realized that Dylan was cumming violently in Arion's ass. I watched as Arion turned his head around and tilted it upward to kiss Dylan as he filled him with his seed. The passion they had for each other was awesome, while all I felt was the release of an orgasm. It wasn't anywhere near as good as when Dylan fucked me. Here I was again, living a lie. Well at least on the weekends I would be getting what I wanted. I only maintained my tie for about ten minutes as opposed to the hour or so Dylan stayed knotted.

While Dylan was still in the middle of his tie he said, "Well Rinny now that you've fucked him Spotty needs a real name. You thought of one yet?"

"Well I had been thinking of maybe Xanthos, like one of Achilles horses."

"Then Xanthos it is. That's a fine name for this savage. Maybe better than he deserves." He said giving Spotty, I mean Xanthos a dubious look. "So Spotty, you're Xanthos now."

Then Xanthos and I settled down and we fell asleep again with him spooning me.

The next two days were similar to the first two, hard work followed by hard sex. That is until it was about time to make camp at the end of the second of those two days. Since about noon I had been horny as hell and anxious for us to make camp so Dylan could have his way with me. As the sun was setting we were heading to one of the springs in a sheltered canyon. As we neared it I saw that there was someone already there. I pulled out my pistol to be prepared.

"Just relax, It's only Marshal Linkin. Put your gun away."

I reholstered my pistol, but kept on alert. As we got closer I could make out more of this tall, dark and it was becoming obvious as we got even closer very handsome stranger. He was an unusual color, black but instead of the common tan Doberman markings his were a deep rich mahogany in color. He was wearing a tall black hat with a gold chain trim around it right above the brim. His tall cropped ears sticking through the brim looked cut so sharp that they could have cut their way through the hat. Other than the hat, he was wearing nothing except a choker chain, like one that you would see on a feral dog. His muzzle was long and slim, with a little stubble on his chin. When he noticed us he smiled at us, his muzzle contorting in a cocky grin, then waved at us. He was tall for a Dobie, probably about 6'3" tall, a muscular developed chest that narrowed down to a wasp waist, and even from this distance I could see he had an impressive package. We got up to the spring, dismounted and walked over to the Marshal, extending a paw to him.

"Good to see you again Marshal! What brings you out this way?"

"Just on my way back from the federal lockup. Had a bank robbing Pit Bull to turn in for trial. Figured I might find you out this way. I heard it through the grapevine that you had a new greenhorn you were "breaking in". Just thought you might need some ASSistance." He chimed in with emphasis on ASS.

"I can always use some ASSistance from the best lawman in these parts, Marshal. Even if this one is a natural. I'm sure after we take care of the horses and get some food in our bellies our thoughts will turn to more err... interesting things. By the way Marshal, this is our new greenhorn, Rinn. He's coming along nicely. I'm sure you will ENJOY getting to know him."

He turned to me and shook my paw, "Nice to meet you Rinn."

"Nice to meet you too Sir!" I said self conscious of my obvious woody.

"I can see what you mean Dylan, he is gonna work just fine." Linkin observed with a smirk.

I had a hard time keeping my eyes away from that Dobie dick. The two breeds I always fantasized about when I stroked were Danes and Dobies, and this was the hottest Dobie I had ever seen. Plus the fact that he was a Marshal... Damn I'd be his captive anytime he wanted... I tore my eyes away from the Marshal and started to take the saddle off of Xanthos, who looked at me with a knowing look. I blushed under my fur, how could the horses read our minds like that... But I manage to get the saddle off of Xanthos and turned him loose with Arion and the Marshal's big palomino, who's name was Topper. I tried to collect myself before I walked over to the fire, but I couldn't get my dick to soften. So I finally headed over to the fire, chubbed sheath and all.

"Well I managed to shoot a brace of rabbits, I've had them stewing for a couple of hours." Linkin informed us as we walked toward the fire.

"That's great, I've been so busy breakin' in this green horn that I haven't had time to worry about fresh meat." Dylan replied.

"My guess is you've had plenty of 'fresh meat' this week. Hopefully if I share some of my fresh meat you'll share some of your 'fresh meat'." Linkin continued with a smirk and a wink. "Looks like you got yerself some Grade A Prime fresh meat there."

"I'm sure there is plenty of 'fresh meat' to go around, but let's eat your bunnies first. I'm famished."

We got our mess kits out and Dylan mixed up some corn pone to go with the stew. It was outstanding, especially after a full day of riding the range. Although I was more interested getting ridden tonight than even eating this delicious dinner. Hmm... maybe tubesteak for desert... While we ate the Marshal told us about capturing the Pit Bull and taking him in. He had trailed him through portions of three territories before he finally caught up with him. The Marshal watched from a rocky outcrop until the Pit Bull fell asleep then sneaked into camp and pounced on him, handcuffing him before he could shake off the cobwebs.

"The little outlaw gave me fits catching him and since he tried to be a little bugger, I did a little buggering," Linkin chuckled at his own joke. "You know me Dylan, going without a piece of ass for even a day makes me stir crazy so when that little bastard limited me to just using my hand, well there was going to be hell to pay. I was about a horny as a Doberman can get. He was a short compact pup, only 5 foot tall and built like a barrel cactus. Well I had his front paws cuffed behind his back and from there I tied one end of a short rope around each of his ankles. When I was done there was only about 10 inches of rope separating his ankles. He was one of those macho badass wannabes that thinks a real man don't take it up the ass. He put up quite a struggle but eventually I was able to put his ankles over his head and slide the rope behind his neck. His front paws were underneath him in the small of his back giving that tight little virgin ass a little altitude." He continued with a dark chuckle. "Put it right up there nice and convenient for me to deflower it. Well when I peeled my sheath back and he saw my big nine incher headed toward his pucker he begged me like a little girl not to stick him. I told him he should have thought of that before he led me on this merry chase. Then I spread some pre on his tight little virgin ass hole and hilted it in one thrust. Good thing we were out in the middle of nowhere, I'm surprised they couldn't hear him shriek a hunnert miles away in Carson City. Normally when I bottom out, I pause to give the poor bastard a chance to adjust to my size, but this time I just jackhammered away. I think it took less than a minute to totally break him. By then he was reduced to just a whimpering pup, so I slowed down and started long dicking him, changing my angle until I was hitting his magic spot. It wasn't long before the pitiful thing was as hard as Chinese algebra and begging me not to stop. Well Dylan, you know what kind of staying power I have, I kept prodding his prostate until he spooged all over his face and chest. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I finally got down to seating that big knot of mine in that virgin hole and claiming it as mine. I was hammering him viciously with the short strokes as my knot blew up to its full size stretching that tight little hole in ways he didn't think it could stretch. Even when I was locked in tight I held back as long as I could as I tried to jam it even deeper which turned his prostate to jelly and had him cumming again. He was just a quivering mess when I blew my huge load in his tight, no longer virgin ass, then collapsed in a heap on top of his compact little body."

"I made up for all the ass I missed. During the week it took to get him to the prison I fucked him 3 times a day. After the first time he begged me for it, I did everything except stick it in his mouth. I ain't stupid enough to put my most prized possession in the mouth of a prisoner, especially a pit. I figure I did him a favor, breaking him in before the pups in prison got hold of his tight virgin ass. At least I'm someone experienced at breaking in new talent."

While we were talking and eating the horses were starting to get to "know" each other in the biblical sense. Arion and Topper were obviously long time friends and in no time flat they were double teaming Xanthos. Poor Xanthos was on his back with his legs over Arion's shoulders getting his ass worked over, much to his pleasure. Then Topper squatted over Xanthos mouth and started teabagging him while Arion sucked Topper's 14 inch prong. They worked themselves up to a fever pitch and then as they were all about to cum Arion and Topper pulled out and aimed their loaded guns at Xanthos face. Rope after rope of thick stallion jizz whitewashed Xanthos face while he tried to catch as much in his mouth as possible. All three of us got a chuckle out of Xanthos desperately trying to track it all down.

As if on cue, Dylan and Linkin stood up and faced me. Their stiff doghoods were bobbing at eye level, and I couldn't help drool a little. I got on my knees in front of them and took a fat sheath in each paw. I slid their sheaths down revealing the long thick red shafts underneath. Two hot dominant alpha studs just for me! I alternated between each of them for a while, bobbing on each of them as they oozed their tasty precum. Then they grinned at each other and turned their bodies slightly their dicks were side by side. Linkin grabbed the back of my head and guided it over both of their billy clubs. Being a German Shepherd, my muzzle is pretty large but with their girths I was barely able to fit them in my mouth. But I managed it without getting any teeth on their sensitive flesh. Linkin continued to bob my muzzle up and down on their shafts.

"Yeah Dylan! You've got this one started just fine. It's obvious that he knows how to treat his betters. You're lucky pup, not everyone gets to sample that prime Dobie dick." Damn, either he was one arrogant cocky bastard or just flat out knew how sexy he was, just the thought of pleasing a stud like that had me on fire. Here were the two hottest stud dogs I had ever seen and I was servicing them both. They both started to moan as I worked my paws up and down the base of their shafts. It wasn't long before their knots were starting to form and they both grabbed their knots and started milking them while Linkin grabbed my ears and pulled me ever further down their shafts as they both exploded down my throat. After a spurt or two Linkin used my ears to pull my head back and they both continued to shoot ropes of thick virile spunk all over my muzzle and chest. Yes I was their little bitch boy and I loved every minute of it. They took turns licking their spooge off of my face and snowballing it to me. And when I was all cleaned up I lay down on our combined bedrolls between the two awesome studs. We lay there resting for a few minutes before that horndog of a Marshal got all het up again. He started licking my ear, just like you would do with a bitch to get her going and that got Dylan all hot and bothered too. Soon he was nibbling on my nipple and it was sending sparks down to my groin. Soon the two of them got up, I was on my back and Linkin got on his knees straddling my head and started teabagging me with that big musky mahogany ballsack. He reached down and grabbed my ankles and pulled them up to my shoulders, leaving me completely defenseless from Dylan (like I would really fucking want to defend myself). He started rimming me aggressively and as soon as he got me slicked up he positioned himself to enter me.

"That's it Dylan, plug him good. Damn is it hot to see you bury that monster deep in a pup." Linkin said with a chuckle as he stood up and stroked his sheath up and down his ample endowment.

Soon Dylan was working his way in and out of me then he rolled us over so I was on top. He continued to work it in me, but Linkin got behind me and to my shock he started trying to shove his huge pup sticker up my ass, WHILE DYLAN'S 11 INCHES WAS STILL IN IT!

"Hey!!!! WHATTHEFUCKDOYOUTHINKYOU'REDOING!!!!" I yelped in surprise as I tried to escape, which was futile considering how strong Dylan was.

Dylan gripped me tighter while Linkin tried to wedge his fat dick into my ass. Slowly I started to stretch around him and all of a sudden he just popped the head in. I saw stars! He paused for a moment to let me adjust then slowly fed me the rest of his ample meat. When he bottomed out they both rested for a second then pulled about half way out slowly, then just as slowly pushed them back in. It still hurt but the pain was lessening as they continued to stroke in and out. I could feel every vein on those massive members and they slipped in and out of my sphincter. Soon they were picking up speed, then they were really hammering me. At some point Linkin had leaned over until he was laying on top of me, his arms around my chest, his claws tweaking my nipples. He nibbled my ear and Dylan lifted his muzzle up to kiss me. I parted my lips to let that big Dane tongue invade my muzzle, almost like a third dick in its insistence on penetrating my other orifice. Then they changed their pace, one pulling out while the other thrust in. I could just imagine how they were feeling, one huge cock rubbing against the other, both buried deep inside the willing confines of a nice tight rectum. Dylan pulled back from me and reached up and pulled Linkin's head down toward him and pulled him into a kiss. I could see them taking turns snaking their tongues into the others muzzle, neither one taking the lead, but sharing it, just like they were sharing me. But who was I to complain? Their alternating in and out was giving my prostate a real working over and despite me trying to hold back I was soon cumming for the first time of the evening. My seed shot between me and Dylan acting like lube so our bodies slid more easily across each other.

I didn't have time to come down, because Linkin and Dylan were both still hammering away at me and now it seemed like they were down to the short strokes, each one trying to see how much they could stuff in me, when I realized that they both planned on tying with me. There is no way I could handle both of those knots at the same time.

"Hey one of you will have to pull out, I can't take both knots!"

"Are you pulling out?" Linkin asked Dylan.

"Hell NO! Are you?" Dylan replied with a smirk.

"Well Pup, looks like you got a problem then." Linkin chuckled as he rammed himself deeper in me.

I could feel them both starting to swell. I struggled to get away, but there was no chance of that, they were much too strong for me. Both of them started grunting as they were both on the edge, their knots expanding geometrically. I had never felt pressure like that before, they were locked immobile in me but the sheer volume of their two knots was putting a pressure on my prostate that I had never felt before. I was on the edge too.

"Uurrghhh! Mother Fuck! Take that you subby little bitch!" Linkin howled out as he exploded inside me, grunting with each spurt into me. "Who's yer Doggy!" He finally grunted out as he collapsed on top of me.

Dylan just grunted as his balls emptied their contribution into my colon, which of course triggered my release. Each time their knots pulsed it stimulated my prostate making my orgasm even more intense. We all rolled onto our sides, the three of us panting like we just ran a mile. Now that I was no longer cumming and the adrenaline was no longer pumping, the pressure of two huge knots in my rectum was bordering on painful, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. A week ago I had never in my wildest dreams thought that I would ever be with a stud like Dylan or Linkin, and now they were both draining their massive balls into me.

"That's a good pup," Linkin crooned into my ear. "You wanted that Dobie spunk bad, didn't you?"

"Yes Sir!" I replied my eagerness, wagging my tail over their groins, bordering on hero worship as the big lawdog continued to spurt his essence into me.

"You were right Dylan, this is definitely Grade A Prime meat right here. And pup, whenever I'm headed through yer range I'll definitely be lookin' fer ya, cuz this ass is part of my territory now."

I continued to be the meat in this stud sandwich for over an hour, the extra pressure of the two knots in me stimulated both of them enough that they took longer than usual to come down. But I was in heaven, my muzzle buried in Dylans chest and Linkin hugging me from behind. I kinda drifted off into a contented bliss until I felt them starting to deflate. When they finally pulled out I felt so empty. But I didn't feel alone because they both stayed and held me for a while. But eventually we got on our own bedrolls with our own horses and bedded down for the night.

I woke in the morning to the odor of brewing coffee and saw Dylan and Linkin sitting around the fire drinking coffee, the remainder of last night's stew warming over the fire for breakfast. I grabbed a cup and went over to sit down beside them. They spread apart making room for me between them. I sat down between them and Linkin put his arm around me as he told us stories about his travels and the outlaws he had brought to justice. We got some breakfast and savored the rabbit stew over some small talk.

When we finished up Linkin stood up in front of me, his large sheath bobbing in my face and said with a cocky grin, "How 'bout a quick one for the road, pup?"

Well who was I to turn that kind of offer down. I cupped his large balls in my paw and ran my tongue from his balls to the tip of his sheath then I wormed my tongue into his sheath. My tongue ran around the head of his cock and he started to harden. When he was stiff enough, I skinned his sheath back exposing that awesome Doberman cock. I almost reverently took it into my muzzle, as I slid his sheath up and down the base of his shaft with my paw. I made sure I gave it a little squeeze when I went over his unexpanded knot. Linkin lost patience with my slow pace. It was obvious that he liked doing, not being done to. He grabbed my ears and started to fuck my face forcefully.

"Fuck yeah! You like that don't you, you little bitch? You're lucky, not everybody gets to suck Marshal cock!" He proclaimed in his most arrogant manner. But he was right I would do anything to get more. He removed my hand from the base of his dick and replaced it with his, gripping his knot which sent him over the edge. I tried to swallow it all, but Linkin had other ideas. He pulled out and gave me another face painting. He chuckled to himself as he looked back to admire his work and said, "That looks so good on you..." Then he turned away, saddled up Topper and rode off.

Dylan just chuckled as I licked off what I could and then used a towel to get the rest. We packed up our stuff and saddled up to finish the rest of my territory before heading home for our two days off. Nothing exciting happened, and we got through the rest of the distance quickly and started our final leg back to the Ben Dover Ranch. At about 4 PM we came over a rise and could see the barn, Arion and Xanthos whinnied and took off like bats out of hell. I was a little startled but Dylan yelled out.

"You can't stop them, just hold on and enjoy the ride."

They thundered through the last mile like they were race horses and came to a skidding stop at the front of the barn. We took their saddles off and they ran to the water trough for a quick drink. Dylan and I grabbed a cup of coffee and sipped it while the horses went over and got a feed bag of oats and started munching away. Dylan and I were the first ones back but soon the others started dribbling in. Dylan and I headed over to the bunkhouse and as we went in he said to one of the domestics, a young poodle, "Puff, fill the bath with hot water. I think Rinn and I would like a nice long soak." Who looked back at him with a knowing look, then hurried off to get the bath ready. Dylan walked over to the bar and poured us both a strong drink. I'm not much of a drinker, and when I took a sip I almost choked.

Dylan laughed, "Never had straight whiskey before pup?"

"No Sir." I said sputtering, the damn stuff nearly took my breath away.

"You'll get used to it. It helps you relax." Then he added cryptically with an evil grin, "And tonight you're gonna need it." I didn't know what to think about that as I sloooowly sipped my whiskey. Being somewhat of a lightweight when it comes to drinking it went straight to my head, by the time I finished my first drink. I was quite relaxed by the time Puff came back and informed Dylan that the bath was ready. Dylan poured us each another drink and led me over to the large bathtub. We each got in on an end and faced each other. The water was almost too hot, but soon it was taking all the kinks from the week of riding out of my body as I sipped my second whiskey. As we relaxed Dylan got a twinkle in his eye and slid his foot over to my crotch and started massaging my sheath. Being well on the way to drunk I started to giggle and started feeling him up with my foot also. I had finished my whiskey (Dylan had finished his a long time ago) and set my glass down on the floor beside the tub. Dylan grabbed me and pulled me over to his side of the tub. I was on my knees straddling Dylan as he lined himself up with my pucker. I lowered myself onto his huge shaft and soon was working myself up and down on it. He just leaned back and let me do the work as he relaxed with his back against the tub. We continued like this for a while when I finally picked up the pace and Dylan's knot started to form.

"Don't take the knot this time." He said as he gripped his knot to keep it from going in me and to put the needed pressure behind the knot to get him off. Which soon happened and in my befuddled state I could still feel that thick Dane spooge shooting up into my bowels. I just leaned forward and buried my muzzle into Dylan's chest. We just sat in the tub holding each other like that until the water was starting to cool down, then we got out and dried off.

Dylan grabbed my glass and poured me another whiskey despite my protests. Soon I was more than a little tipsy. The other dogs were straggling in ones and twos. They were talking about me but I was too drunk to follow the conversation. The dogs kept bringing me drinks and introducing themselves. By 6 PM everyone was in the bunkhouse great room. A Rhodesian Ridgeback got out a guitar and started playing some music and some of the dogs started to dance. I had never danced before, since I wasn't into bitches, but it seemed like most of these dogs were quite adept at dancing. A slow dance started and Dylan grabbed my hand and pulled me out onto the dance floor.

"Hey! Don't be a wallflower, come on and dance." Dylan cajoled.

"But I don't know how." I feebly rebutted.

"Just follow my lead." He said taking me into his arms and starting to move to the music. I was a lot less self conscious since I was a little bit drunk. Or more than a little bit drunk. But who was I to complain, here I was slow dancing with the biggest, sexiest dog I had ever laid my eyes on. I rested my head against his massive chest as we moved around the room that in my mind had ceased to exist. Unfortunately the song ended way too quickly and a handsome Boxer grabbed my hand and took me from Dylan.

"You can't hog him all night boss, you gotta share him with the rest of us." He said as he pulled me away and we started dancing to the next song. He introduced himself as Rocky, and before I came out here he would have been beyond my wildest dreams, he paled in comparison to Dylan. But it was still fun getting attention from all of these sexy dogs. Between the dancing they brought me more drinks. I had never been drunk before and while I wasn't sure I liked it I sure liked the attention I was getting. I don't know how much time had passed when Dylan stopped the music to make an announcement.

"Rinn, come up here so we can start your initiation as a full member of the crew of the Ben Dover." I went to the front of the room with Dylan who said, "Welcome to Ben Dover, now bend over so we can get this initiation started."

He bent me over the table and then in front of everybody he mounted me. Even in my befuddled state I was enjoying it. Time didn't seem to exist, but soon I could feel Dylan shooting off in me and being replaced by a Rottweiler. He was handsome enough and was packing about 8 inches, which was nothing after a week of taking Dylan. He guided me down to my knees and started working it into me. The next thing I knew there was a dick in my face, only about 7 inches but I couldn't tell who it was attached to. It didn't matter, I was caught up in the moment and I did my best to milk him dry. The Rottie intentionally knotted outside of me so he could pull out right after he came so others could get their turn. And someone did take his place as soon as he pulled out. The rest was just a blur, one sexy dog after another, until I felt Dylan pick me up and carry me to his bed.

"Welcome to the Ben Dover Rinny. Now you have a real home." He said as he laid me down in his bed and crawled in next to me pulling the covers over us. I was too out of it to respond, but he pulled me close to him and soon I fell into a contented sleep...

When I woke up in the morning my head was on fire and I was so thirsty. I opened my eyes but the light shining through the window made me duck my head under the covers. I felt like SHIT.

"So is this your first hangover?" Dylan asked. Just the sound of his voice made my headache throb and I just groaned. He chuckled and said, "I'm one of those lucky ones that seems to be immune to hangovers. But I know just what you need." He got up and closed the curtains and got me a tall glass of water, which I drank greedily.

"I think I need to use the chamber pot." I said as I finished the water. I tried to get out of the bed but as I stood up the room started to spin.

Dylan chuckled and said, "Here let me help you." I put my arm over his shoulder and he helped me over to the pot. I took a long piss and he led me back over to the bed and helped me in. Then he brought me another drink of water. When I was done he took the glass and said, "Why don't you sleep it off?" Then he walked out the door. I napped for a while until I heard Dylan come back into the room.

"Wake up Sunshine! It's lunch time and I'm not bringing it to you." He said as he ripped the covers off of me, grabbed my arm and helped me out of bed.

We walked over to the mess hall. He tried to make small talk but my head was spinning too much to respond, I vowed to myself I would never get this drunk again. We walked into the mess hall, and something smelled really good.

"Sunday lunch is our fancy meal of the week. Today we are having lasagna. It's one of the cook's specialties." Dylan said as we went up to get our food from the buffet.

There was lasagna, a tossed salad, bread sticks and garlic bread. It smelled great, and then it didn't depending on what my stomach was doing at the time. I hoped I would be able to keep it down. We sat down at a table and several of the other dogs in the crew sat next to us. I wasn't being much of a conversationalist, I was mainly concentrating on eating and keeping it down.

"Guy's I can vouch for Rinn that he's normally a better conversationalist than this. He's just a lightweight when it comes to booze." Dylan said in sort of a backhanded compliment.

I managed to keep my lunch down and staggered back to bed, while Dylan went about his normal Sunday routine. I covered my head with the blankets and tried to get some sleep. Other than breaking for dinner and several trips to the outhouse I didn't do much of anything all day. When it was bedtime Dylan crawled into bed with me. I could smell he had been with one of the other dogs, which was fine with me because I was in no condition to have sex with him. He just crawled in next to me and pulled me close to him, hugging me protectively. I just fell back asleep, safe in Dylan's arms.

I woke up feeling much better, just in time to head out for work. I ate breakfast with Dylan and then went out and got my gear and supplies and put them on my pack horse. Then I went looking for Xanthos. I went into the barn and saw him drinking coffee with some of the other anthros. I called him and he came running over to me and knelt in front of me.

"Good Morning Master!" He said cheerfully.

"Good Morning Xanthos! Are you ready to go it alone, just you and me?" I asked.

"Yes Master, it should be fun."

I saddled him up and got the pack horse in tow and we headed out for our 5 day tour of our territory. We mended some weak spots on the fence and herded some of the cattle away from dangerous places, but it was a normal day all in all. I had been horny all day since I hadn't had sex for two days because of the hangover. But I was a little nervous about being with Xanthos, I was more a dog that liked being done to not taking the active role. But bottoming for a savage just wouldn't be right. That had been weighing on my mind all day. We stopped at the spring and I built a fire and cooked my dinner while Xanthos grazed for a while. Soon enough it was time for bed and I called Xanthos over to the bedroll. He came running over and I noticed that he was already sporting a boner. I knew that I had at least two loads in me to work out so I told Xanthos to assume the position. He got on his knees in front of me and was soon eagerly bobbing up and down on my doghood. Xanthos gave the best blow jobs because his tongue was much softer than any dogs tongue. It wasn't long before he reached up and grabbed the base of my knot and I shot my load into his eager mouth. We then went over and lay down on the bed roll face to face. I couldn't resist caressing that 13 inch horse cock, and despite myself I couldn't stop myself from wondering how it would feel to be taken by a cock like that. Then hating myself for even thinking about letting a savage top me. But it was huge, the big domed head every bit as big as Dylan's knot but more rubbery and flexible, not rock hard like a knot.

I teasingly kept Xanthos on the edge with my paw. Then I decided that I was ready to continue, so I told Xanthos, "Get on your knees."

"No." He replied curtly and he rolled me onto my back.

"What the FUCK do you think you're doing?" I asked incredulously.

"Getting ready to fuck you."

"Like hell you are. Let me GO NOW."

He just ignored me and put my knees over his shoulders. My conscience was appalled by the prospect of getting fucked by a savage but subconsciously I desperately wanted it. He was leaking precum and spreading it across my pucker. Then he pushed and I felt that big domed head penetrate me for the first time. I screamed from the pain as he penetrated me. "I'll have your balls for this you savage!"

"No you won't, just lie back and enjoy it." He said as he pushed deeper into me.

The pain lessened somewhat as I got used to the girth of that huge dome and he continued to slowly inch it deeper into me. When it finally ran over my prostate I came instantly. Xanthos chuckled as he seated himself the rest of the way in, his massive balls coming to rest on either side of my tail. I tried to catch my breath but he was now moving that big mare sticker in and out over my prostate, my dick jumping each time he did it. His inward thrusts went deeper than anyone had ever been before. I moaned as he pounded into me, nothing had ever felt this good or this right. It was at that point that I surrendered completely, and let myself live in the moment. Xanthos recognized it, and really started hammering me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as I gave myself completely to my alpha, which is what he was waiting for. That was enough to send him over the edge. His tail was flagging every time he shot into me. It felt like a fire hose was going off inside of me, gusher after gusher of savage seed was flooding into me, marking me as his property. Somewhere along the line I had cum, but in my euphoric state I didn't even know when.

After we were done, Xanthos rolled over so I was on top, his still hard dick deep inside of me. He was holding me protectively, his chin on top of my head. For the first time it felt like we were one, like Dylan and Arion had always seemed to be.

"How did you know?" I finally asked when I had caught my breath.

"Horses always know." Was all he answered.