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Take It or Leave It
Chapter 2
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As the waves of passion slowly receded from him, he lifted away from me once again, pulling himself from my gripping muscle with a greedy slurping wetness. Letting out a long sigh of satisfaction, he slumped down, pushing me forward so that I was now prone on the ground in front of him, and he fell crashing onto me, wiping his slimy, cum slaked cock over my lower back before he covered me with his body. "Fucken' hell, boy, I needed that BAD!" he hissed, before standing and pushing me over onto my back with his foot. He smiled down at me then. "Good dog," he laughed, "very good dog." My heart raced at the words, my emotions running wild. For some inexplicable reason I was immensely happy that he had enjoyed using me as he had. I almost forgot how incredibly erotic the experience had been for me as well. Almost. I would never really forget it; I had just enjoyed the most intensely pleasurable fucking of my life up until that time.
I lay there at his feet, covered in the remnants of both my own cum and his, my cock still semi-hard with the restraining leather cockring around me, and looked up into his eyes. He smiled down at me, a beaming grin of pleased ownership. Relaxing on the chair, his massive tool still slimed with juice, the PA glistening in the moisture clinging to him, he placed one foot on my chest lightly. He looked thoughtful as he poured himself a drink from a bottle of whisky and rolled a cigarette. As the plume of smoke enveloped his head, he closed his eyes, the contented Master of his world, and the owner of an obedient puppy who had pleased him well.
A half hour or more passed before he stirred again. "Time to get ready for bed." He announced as he stood over me again. "If I'd known I was getting a dog, I'd have built a kennel, but for tonight you'll have to sleep in the store-room." With that, he headed into the other room which opened off the living area, and busied himself for a few minutes. When he came back out he was holding a medium sized black rubber butt plug. I looked at him startled, surely he did not want to use me again for sex. I was exhausted from our earlier encounters, and from the walking through the day. I was still lying on my back on the floor where he had left me, and he knelt at my feet, pushing my legs back.
"If you're gonna sleep inside, I better make sure you don't go dirtying the place up." He said, more to himself than to me. With my tender anus still slick from the lube he had used and from the remnants of his ejaculation, it was easy enough for him to insert the plug into me, pushing firmly and jiggling it around. I gasped as my already stretched sphincter resisted this new assault, pain shooting up from my arsehole for a few seconds, and then the plug was in, and my ring closed around it, clenching back to the core of the toy, as the bulb lodged inside my rectum and the base held it safely in place. The pain went as quickly as it had come, and I was left feeling filled but easy, if a little uncomfortable.
Dragging me now by the chain still attached to my neck, he pulled me into the room he had just left. On the floor in the middle of the room was a huddle of old blankets forming a kind of bed. He snapped the leash I wore over a metal railing, and fixed two more lengths of chain to each wrist so that I couldn't move my arms, or roll over onto my stomach. Without another word, he walked out and left me there on the floor, my cock still restrained by the leather band, my arse filled with the rubber bung. I thought I would never sleep in that position, but the exhaustion of my day proved me wrong. Despite my humiliating circumstances, before long I fell into a deep sleep populated with hazy dreams about chains and restraints, and hairy men dressed in leather who treated me like a plaything.
The next morning I woke suddenly, a tingling sensation in my dick irritating me into consciousness. In the first few seconds of waking I panicked, struggled vainly at the chains holding my arms in place and fell back onto the rough blankets where I had slept. He was bending over me, having just finished tying a piece of leather thong tightly around the girth of my cock, just below the lip of my cockhead. It was this which had caused the tingling sensation and woken me. I looked at him startled, opened my mouth and began to say something, only to close it again at his look of warning. My joints were stiff from the long night without movement, my cock ached and my arse was tender and sore from his ravages last night, and the butt plug embedded in it which had remained in place since yesterday evening. I pulled against the restraints again, a sense that I needed to be free rising in my brain.
He looked hard at me, thought for a second. "You agreed to this, boy, remember. Do you want to back out of our agreement? Just say so, and I'll cut you free right now, let you walk away." I thought on this. Into my mind came the memories of the long dusty track back to the deserted road, the heat and blisters. Then I recalled last night's activities, the deep lusty fucking I had enjoyed, the incredible pleasure of his invading cock. I mused on the pride I had felt at his approval, wondered that my normally rational world was turned upside down by surrendering to the hulking man before me, and startled myself with the realisation that I liked that approval, that I needed to surrender to him. "Speak, boy!" he commanded.
"Uh, no, Sir." I murmured. "I want to stay, Sir, do as you tell me, Sir."
"Good," he said. A simple statement of accepting my obedience. He unfastened the chains holding my wrists, replacing them with a restraint that kept my hands behind my back.
"Now I have things to do. Out!" he commanded, pointing to the door. I stumbled to my feet and shuffled forward, my ankles still kept close together by the bar between them. Through the main room I went and outside into the sun and fresh air. He followed me outside, then tied the leash around my neck to a post on the patio, ensuring I could go no further than a few metres in any direction. Disappearing around the side of the cottage I heard him talking to himself, quietly. "Pity I don't have no gloves, better if its hands were free but useless. And I need a kennel for it too. Damn this showing up without warning." It took me a second to realise he was referring to me as he grumbled. He really did see me as a pet to be used, but catered to as well. My feelings raced between revulsion, joy and need. My rational brain said this wasn't right, but my emotional heart said it felt good, exciting and pleasurable. And deep down inside, I wanted to be his toy, his possession, wanted him to approve of me and be pleased with me.
Several times he came back to check on me. He remained completely naked, and seemed quite comfortable in his nudity. I was adorned only with the leather pieces, my ankle and wrist bands, the collar and cockring, and the butt plug still firmly wedged within my arse. In this situation, it felt right to be undressed as I was.
I could hear noises from where he worked, hammering and sawing, grunting and heaving. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I sat there, tied to the post as he had left me. As the morning wore on, I became more and more aware of my bodily functions, or rather the lack thereof. I needed desperately to both shit and piss, but could do neither, the butt plug and the tight leather thong saw to that. I tried not to think about it, forced myself to concentrate on something else, but the natural urges grew stronger as time passed.
The next time his face appeared around the corner of the house, I looked at him hard. He seemed to take no notice, and I almost called out, biting my tongue at the last moment. Instead I whimpered, loudly, the noise a high pitched whine in my throat. That got his attention and he came closer. I looked up at him, the need on my face growing. "What's up, dogboy?" he asked, a look of amusement appearing. I stared at him again, willing him to know, and whined yet again. He laughed at my predicament but did not move. Finally I gave up all sense of dignity, clambered over to him, and licked at his arm, begging for release. I looked at his eyes, down to my aching cock, and back to him again.
"Damn, but your learning fast!" he chuckled. "Only good dogs get to relieve themselves. Have you been a good dog?"
The acknowledgement that he knew what I wanted was almost overwhelming. I nodded my head quickly, eagerly, and licked at him again. It was the only way I knew to keep him happy, to get him to allow me the relief I desperately needed. Laughing with delight at my antics, he stepped closer. "Lie down!" he ordered. As I obeyed, he pushed my legs back toward my chest, and took a hold of the base of the butt plug. Jiggling it and pulling at it slowly but firmly, he eased it from me. Pain racked my arse as the bulb of the toy stretched me yet again, but when it was gone the sense of relief was amazing. Leading me down to a patch of dirt not far from the house, he smirked again, and reached around to quickly release the binding leather thong wrapped around my cockhead. "Okay, shithead, do your business here, and make sure you bury it properly!"
Unable to hold on a second longer, I squatted quickly and opened my bowels, gasping with relief. As I finished, I fell forward onto my knees. He was still behind me watching intently. "Cock your leg!" he ordered. Almost without question, I lifted one knee as my bladder took over and a long withheld stream of piss poured onto the ground beside me. He laughed again, bellowing with mirth at my actions. "Fucking well done. Best yet!" he praised.
I was just beginning to glow from his approval as my leak slowed, when suddenly a shower of steaming rank yellow liquid poured down onto me. I swung around in surprise, to find him standing above me, grinning widely, and aiming his long hose of flesh directly at me, the strong stream of urine spraying over my back, my torso, my head. My initial reaction was one of horror, but he laughed loudly as he pissed.
"Damn, you're fucken hot, boy. Better than I hoped for!" His words were music to my ears, and as the apparently never ending river of urine poured out of his massive prick and down over me, I actually began to enjoy it. His piss was warm, golden and masculine as it sprayed over my body and washed down the dust. When he finally finished, shaking his flaccid cock in my direction as the last drops spattered against me, I sat down again in the dust and smiled at him.
"Yeah, fucker, that's right,' he said, "keep me happy, and you'll get rewarded, just like a good dog should do!" As he returned to his work, I nudged a pile of dirt over the excrement I had left with my knees, and went back to my assigned place on the porch to await my master's pleasure.
The sun travelled higher and the heat intensified. A little before noon he re-appeared, drenched in sweat and dust. I looked up eagerly as he rounded the corner, and sat up. The dried remnants of body fluids, cum, saliva, urine, sweat, were hard and cracked on my body as they had collected the dust and become dirty mud all over me, slicking down and matting the hair on my arms and legs and chest. He looked at me as I gazed up at him from my position on the ground, eager to please and anxious for his approval. His stare was a mixture of mirth, ownership and concern. I could not discern his intentions -- for someone who was simply using me for temporary sexual gratification he seemed very intent on meeting my needs, but my needs as an animal, not a fellow human. Glancing around, he muttered a rebuke to himself and went into the house, returning with a bowl of water which he placed in front of me. "Damn!" he swore. "Got to remember, a dog needs its water in this heat." As he watched I gratefully sank my face into the bowl and lapped up the cool liquid, quenching my thirst and moistening my dried throat.
While I slurped at the bowl of water, he drank deeply from a bottle of beer. Shading his face and looking out over the land, he spoke, to himself, but I am sure for my benefit, although he didn't address me as such. "Too hot to work now. Middle of the day is for rest and relaxation, time to find somewhere cool and take it easy." He dropped himself into an easy chair in the shade offered by the small awning, spreading and stretching his muscled tanned legs. Still attached to the post by my leash, I crept forward into the shade as well, curling up into as comfortable a position as I could find between his feet. "Good boy" he murmured absently, lifting one foot and rubbing it along my back. I smiled to myself and settled there, enjoying the rubbing of his toughened flesh on my shoulder blades. He quickly finished his beer, and began on a second, rolled himself a cigarette and stretched out further, his arms reclining beside his strong torso. I had begun to think he may have fallen asleep in that chair, when suddenly a large belch escaped him, startling me into looking up at him quickly. He laughed again at that. "Now this is living!" he said happily. "A comfortable home, good open land, an obedient dog for company. What more could a man ask?"
He smiled, a self satisfied grin, and stood up. As he did, I jumped up as well, to get out of his way. He stepped down off the porch and I shuffled after him on hands and knees, until I reached the limit of the leash still tied to the post. He turned and looked at me. "You're filthy, dog!" he stated and I lowered my eyes in acknowledgement and disgrace. He walked back to stand directly over me and I watched as he took his cock in hand and pointed in my direction. I knew what was coming and was prepared for it this time, so as the hot stream began I turned to face him full on. The yellow shower fell onto my chest and my groin, and I revelled in the feeling as the liquid poured over me. It was cleansing in a way, washing the dried dirt from me. Looking at its source, I marvelled at the massive tool he sported, and the horny look of the silver ring which pierced his fleshy snake. He directed the stream up and down my body, grinning widely as he did, and as it focussed on my groin, I began to harden. The eroticism of being pissed on by this bear awakening my natural reactions again.
As he finished, he leaned down and slapped his palm at my growing hardon. "Typical dog, always randy. C'mon shithead, I need to get under the shade." He untied the leather lead and walked quickly toward the river, two bottles of beer under his arm and my chain wrapped around his wrist. I shuffled behind as best I could, finding it difficult to keep up with him with my shackled feet. I stumbled and fell as he pulled harder on the leash, going down onto my knees. He turned on me, anger in his eyes. "Fucking lazy animal! Get moving," he hissed, raising his hand. I cringed and waited but the blow which landed on my shoulder was surprisingly light. "I s'pose it can't help it. Those hands tied behind its back are no good. Damn!" He snorted to himself. I got to my feet again and shuffled to where he had stopped under the shade of a large tree on a grassy spot close by the water. Sinking to my knees just in front of him, I looked into his eyes, my own full of uncertainty. I did not want to upset him, but had to take my lead from what he did or said.
Leaning down, he reached for my ankles. "I guess I can trust it not to run away now," he said to himself as he unfastened the connecting metal, and leaving just the leather cuffs in place. Walking around behind me, similarly he undid the shackles on my wrists, so that only the leather bands around my skin remained, giving me full movement of my arms and legs again. I stayed on my knees and turned toward him, coming face to face with his dangling meat and large hairy nuts. Instantly, my own cock leapt to attention at the proximity of his fleshy tool. He chuckled. "Want a bone, dog? See if you can catch this one." He swung his hips from side to side in front of me, his cock tantalisingly close to my mouth with each sidelong motion.
I lapped at it, my tongue extended to try to catch him, as the metal ring glinted in the sunlight centimetres from me. Several times his flaccid tube smacked against my cheek, but I was too slow to capture that fleshy monster with my lips. Laughing heartily at our game, he continued to twist his hips, the pierced and heavy prick slapping at me, tantalisingly close. He sipped continuously at his beer as he teased me, chuckling and belching, until he finally stilled and as he did I quickly sucked the head of his dong into my mouth, tasting the residue of his piss and the salty sweat of his earlier labour. Licking at the PA and slurping around his cut head, I relished the soft firmness of him, as he let his slack meat rest between my moist lips.
I licked and played with the spongy flesh of his massive cock, tasted his musk, and nibbled at the metal ring through his slit. My own cock quickly jumped to attention as I suckled at his tool, and I was rewarded with the thickening solidity of him within my mouth. As he hardened, I slurped at his corona, and sank my throat over the growing tumescence, coaxing him into arousal with my tongue and teeth. I looked up to his face as I dived at his prong, to see a look of satisfied contentment. As I devoted all my attention to his cock, he drained the beer, and one hand wandered to his chest, playing with the ring through his nipple almost absently as he stood there and accepted my adoration of his manmeat. His prong was now rigid, the fullness of it throbbing slightly within my gullet as I constricted my throat around him, determined to please the bear standing in front of me. I could taste the delicious beginnings of his precum as his slit oozed its sticky fruit onto my tongue and I savoured every droplet.
He gave a few light thrusts into my neck, teasing me as he pretended to fuck my face without any real conviction. I coated his cock with my saliva, the mucous mixing with his precum to form a generous slimy sheath around that huge dong. Suddenly he pulled himself from my face, and pushed me down onto my hands and knees. "Enough of your games, pussy boy," he said in a soft hiss. "Time for you to take this bone like the dog you are." As he spoke, he moved in behind me, kneeling on the soft grass, and nudged my legs apart with his knees. His large brawny hands gripped my hips as he lined himself up with the twitching pink target of my arse hole. Steadying himself as the metal of the PA pressed at the tender skin of my ring, he suddenly humped himself into me in one long powerful thrust.
I gasped out with surprise, bit my lip and refused to cry out with the sudden pain. My sphincter ached at the assault, protesting the invasion by the metal tipped pole of steel hard flesh. But the pain wasn't as bad as I had expected. The ravaging that I had received last night, and the all-night plugging of my butt by the rubber plug, had left me both stretched and relaxed. My arse was tender but open, and so I accepted his attack easily. As the initial pain died, I marvelled at the sensational tingles of pleasure his giant log stimulated within me, the cool steel of his piercing scraping the walls of my chute as the hot throbbing pole filled and massaged my innards. As soon as he had smashed himself into me, burying himself to the root, he pulled back again, and thumped his body against mine once more. With each near-withdrawal and re-insertion, his PA rubbed against my prostate and the indescribable pleasure of this attack on my G-spot made me shudder and moan with joy.
He fucked me hard. Fast and powerful. His thrusting was a pile driver, ramming his huge rod into my soft wet cavern. He hammered that massive spike into me, again and again, as my entire body tingled and shook. I tried to hump him back, tried to ride with his rhythm, clenching at him as he withdrew, opening for his inward shove, but there was no point. He was an animal, driven and lusty, determined to take his pleasure from my yielding form, to hump and plough me until he satisfied his basic urge, regardless of what I did. I doubted whether he cared if I took pleasure or pain from the frenzied fucking which raged upon me at his hands, but for my part, I shuddered and gasped with the delight of his invasion. He humped at me, pumping his giant weapon into me deeper and harder than I imagined was possible. In the heat of the day his sweat dripped from him onto my back as he rutted like the beast he was at my accepting hole. Cursing and gasping with unbridled male lust he fucked at me, impaled me on his spear.
"Fuck yes, take this you fucking whore," he hissed at me. "Like that, don't you, like my meat shoved up your tight little doggy hole, you fucker."
His motion became a thumping, crashing piston in and out of me as he rammed his pole harder and harder into my gut. My breath grew short as I gasped with the overwhelming pleasure of him taking me. My cock swung back and forth in time with his thrusts, slapping up at my belly then dangling in the air, my balls rocked and swayed as my dong swung to the beat of his screwing. I gave up all pretense of trying to keep up with him, and with my nerves tingling at the waves of passion sweeping through me, I simply surrendered totally to his attack, my body sagging into limp acceptance of his rampaging probing of my arse, my mind blank of all thought save the peaking excitement as he took complete control and fucked me like I had never been fucked before.
His thumping rut reached a crescendo as he gasped then bellowed a guttural yell to the sky, his cock swollen and rampant within me. In one lightning fast movement he ripped himself from me, with a slurping wet wrenching sound. I gasped at the sudden withdrawal, the emptiness as my ravaged chute was deserted by his log of masculinity. He shuddered against my legs, and I felt the spattering heat of flying globs as he shot his jism over my back. Searing, sticky arcs of cum leapt from his cock to land on my skin, trickling along my spine to form a lake of slimy juice on my back.
"Fuck, yeah!" he declared as his orgasm faded. He slapped his still erect cock against my butt cheek, and rubbed the slippery shaft up the crack of my arse. Gripping himself tightly, he pressed himself to my gaping twitching anus, and shoved that dripping turgid sword back into the scabbard of my ravaged arse. Stretched and open as I was, I still gasped at the unexpected intrusion, and the renewed delight as he humped one more time into me, crashing himself hard against my butt, and stopped.
"Holy fuck, that's a nice piece of arse, boy" he exclaimed.
He rested there, his hands on my hips as his now quiet but still hard tool filled my cavern. I was still in a state of full arousal, my cock twitching and swollen, leaking precum voluminously, and I gripped at him within me, trying to gain some further stimulation. He laughed at my efforts, and slapped my bare cheek with his palm.
"Take it easy, dogboy, time for a rest."
I whimpered as my need went unsatisfied, perched on hands and knees, unable to get the touch I needed to reach climax. With his manhood still sunk within me, he stayed there easily on his knees, our bodies connected by the long tube of his flesh gripped within my bowel. Without moving his hips from my rear, he retrieved another bottle of beer and opened it easily, drinking deep and slaking the thirst he had developed humping my butt.
For ten or fifteen minutes we remained in that position, as I ached with need while his cock inhabited my arse and he slurped at his beer. Occasionally he would land a quick slap on my butt, causing me to involuntarily clench my sphincter around his thickness, ensuring he remained firmly lodged in place. Despite my desire, I could sense that his tumescence was waning, the blood returning to normal as his long hose softened. Yet still he left his cock in place, the flaccidity not enough to cause him to exit me, the slaps and subsequent clenches sufficient to keep him lodged between my muscles. I began to wonder how long he would remain like this, why he persisted in this position. And the whole time my cock throbbed, my need unabated.
And then I sensed a change in him. It was almost as though he were waiting for something, or straining against something. He let out a long low "mmmmmmm", and leaned harder against me, his cock still lodged in my hole, not quite soft, but long and warm. And then it began. He breathed loudly, a sound of relief, and I felt my body filling with warm liquid. He was taking a piss! I relaxed myself and felt the cavity of my bowel fill slowly. It was a remarkable, pleasing sensation. My gut swelled as it filled, my arse stoppered with his thick meat as he emptied his bladder inside me. My cock throbbed and twitched again as the filling continued, my bowel stretching. Amazingly, I found the experience arousing, exciting, my nerve ends tingling with heightened senses. My distended gut finally reached the point where I could take no more, and despite his firmly lodged cock, the steaming yellow liquid began to leak from me, dribbling down my legs. I moaned with the combined sensations flooding me, my cock jerking forward.
As he finished his leak, he sighed and slapped my rump once again, then slowly, carefully withdrew from me. I felt an urgent need to expel the liquid he had deposited, knew I could not hold on for long. At the same time, my cock ached and my balls rolled as the arousal I had felt demanded attention. Making his way around to kneel beside me, he grinned and said quietly, "Damn good performance, doggy. Time for a reward." I whimpered as my body rebelled against the sensations flooding through me, then gasped as he unexpectedly reached and grabbed me, his fingers closing tightly around the base of my cock, pinching off the blood to my dick and pulling my balls down and away from my body.
As he tightened his grip and a powerful aching pain rolled through my guts, he lifted his hand in a light but firm punch to my abdomen. The effect was immediate. I lost control of my sphincter and expelled the remnants of his urine in a long powerful stream, gasping out as I did and forcing the liquid from my gut. As the relief flooded through me, I bucked and humped against his hand, my nuts trying to unload their contents but prevented by the vice-like grip he had on me. I looked at him, desperation in my eyes, and whined. That was what he was waiting for. At my unspoken plea, he released his grip, then folded his hand about my shaft, flogging it hard, the friction of his sweaty palm jacking my aching cock down and forward. It took no more than two or three jerks before I was groaning and breathless, and my tortured cock erupted in a spray of ejaculate, shooting my wad over the grassy carpet where I knelt.
Finally spent, he removed his hands and sat back on the ground watching me, as I collapsed in exhaustion, rolling onto one side and looking directly into his face. He smiled at me, an unspoken approval, and I felt the pride well within. After a few moments, he moved to me again.
"Time for a serious wash up," he announced, and unfastened all of my adornments, the ankle and wrist cuffs, even the collar so that for the first time I was utterly and completely naked. "Take a swim, boy!" he said, pointing to the glistening water of the river a few metres away.
I smiled at him in gratitude, and dragged my weary body toward the water, plunging in and letting the fresh clean stream wash over me, clean me of the built up grime and rinse my skin. It was good to feel clean, almost normal again, and I remained in the water, paddling and ducking under for quite a while. My bear man sat watching on the bank, smiling and relaxed, observing his puppy frolic. Finally, I clambered back out of the creek, and without a word or a sign from him, I went straight to where he sat, squatted down on my haunches before him, and waited as he re-attached the collar around my neck, and the wrist and ankle cuffs of leather to my limbs. He added a leather cockring, firm but not too tight, around the base of my cock, and as he finished, gave my rump a playful slap. I grinned up at him, then sat happily next to him, smiling.
"Good dog," he said softly, and I smiled again, and instinctively, I leaned forward, and licked my tongue along his arm. He laughed again, and lay back onto the grass relaxing. I curled myself up in a ball at his feet, on the cool grass under the trees, and began to doze. I had become his pet in truth, and I liked the idea.
To be continued ...
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This story is a fantasy, it is not real and only happened in my imagination. YOU MUST REMEMBER that in the real world, you can DIE from having unsafe sex. It is your right and your duty to make sure that condoms are always used, whether you are giving or receiving. It doesn't matter how good looking or how ugly he is, and it doesn't matter whether you are top or bottom, USE A CONDOM!