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This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily.
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Take It or Leave It
Chapter 3
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We spent several hours in the shaded patch by the river as the sun peaked and began to slide toward the horizon. The heat built up and any thought of exertion quickly disappeared. He jumped up and dived into the river several times to cool down, and allowed me to paddle as well, removing my wrist and ankle bands, but leaving my collar in place.
As the afternoon lengthened and the heat receded, my owner began to stir again, mumbling quietly to himself about things that needed to be finished, work that had to be done, even when he was having fun. Checking that my restraints were all back in place, he led me back to the verandah of the cottage, and tied my leash to the post where I had been left earlier. With the sun behind us, the spot was now cool and pleasant, and he left me there, disappearing behind the place again. I settled down, as comfortably as I could, and waited for him.
Apart from the occasional grunt or the sound of hammering, I had no more contact with him that afternoon. He had left me alone while he finished whatever it was he was doing. The heat persisted although I had shade where I was tied, and the bowl of water was within reach. Although my hands were now untied, I had no cup or other vessel to drink with, and fearing he could return at any time, I decided not to use my cupped hands for drinking, but to maintain my role as his dog, and drink by sinking my face into the water and lapping as best I could. By late afternoon, I had had a chance to sleep, and found I was getting used to the discomfort of sleeping on a hard surface. The light was still strong although the heat had begun to ease when he appeared again, sweating and a little grimy, still naked in his brawny, hirsute glory.
"Hey, dog-boy!" he called to me, a smile of self satisfaction on his face. "I need another wash, down to the creek, come on." He untied the leash, and headed off alone, leaving me to follow by myself. I willingly did as he expected, trailing him to the water. This gave me a great opportunity to stare unnoticed at his firm arse. The globes of flesh were solid, muscled, and covered in a soft coat of dark hair. Watching as he ambled to the stream, then waded in, I found his body alluring, arousing, and began to stiffen. It occurred to me that I was no longer concerned by the part I played; in fact, I found my new station enjoyable, satisfying, and felt that all I had to do was keep my master happy and I would be able to go on like this indefinitely.
He finished his bathing, and clambered back up onto the grassy ledge, the cool water matting his hairy body and dripping from his arms and legs. His cock swung easily, invitingly in the open air, and my eyes were drawn to his flaccid organ. My dick twitched and jerked again at the sight of the rod which inflicted such delightful torture on my body. He passed me by, and I instantly jumped up and followed him back to the cottage, where he busied himself preparing a meal while I half sat, half knelt almost at his feet without comment or acknowledgement from him. Taking a seat at the table, he started on his meal as I sat beside him looking up, watching everything he did. I had not eaten for some time, and involuntarily began to salivate as I watched him devour a large steak. He glanced down at me, and chuckled.
"Doggy hungry, is he?" I nodded at him, and he cut several pieces of meat from his beef, dropping them one by one to the floor in front of me, where I gratefully picked them up with my mouth, chewing and swallowing, my hands doing no more than supporting my weight as I leaned forward to get at the scraps on the floor. Enjoying my continued acceptance of my position, he began to play with me, holding pieces of food out between his fingers and dangling them at my face before allowing me to bite and swallow them.
He finished his meal, our meal, and stood, leaving the plate on the kitchen bench and going to the third room which seemed to be a storage area.
"Stay!" he commanded as he did. I could hear him rummaging around but remained where I was in the living area. He muttered to himself as he pulled open drawers and boxes, and I picked up snippets of his words:
" ... been so long ... about time for some real fun ... they should fit him ... where did I leave it? ... mmm, feels good ... oh yeah, I'll need that too ..."
When he emerged from the room, he had transformed himself. I looked at him in awe, my mouth hanging open, and my cock jumped to instant steely attention. He was no longer naked, but garbed in shining black leather chaps that clung to his muscled legs like an extra layer of skin. With each step ripples of movement shimmered within the polished hide. His giant cock swung in the triangle of bare skin at his groin, already semi hard and leaking pre-cum. Around his biceps were bright black leather bands held in place by glinting metal buckles. A peaked cap on his head made him seem even taller than before. In one hand he held a tangle of leather straps, in the other a long black dildo and a pack of lubricant. He laughed at my reaction, and hissed at me: "Thought I'd only ever get to wear this by myself now, but an obedient little cocksucker can come in useful after all!"
He strode over to me, pulling me up straight on my knees. Placing the toy and the lube to one side, he unravelled the straps. It was a leather harness, consisting of shoulder, chest and waist straps, all connected by steel chains. He quickly settled it over me, pulling the leather into place and tightening it around my body. The shoulder bands connected at the centre of my chest to a metal ring, and from that ring two more wide bands ran under my pectoral muscles and around to my back. A fifth strap dropped down to another metal ring at my navel, and two more black bands connected from it around my waist to my back. The harness sat very snugly on me, and he made sure it was firm and binding. The scent of the cured hide wafted to my nostrils, and the texture of the leather on my skin felt wonderful. My dick was throbbing and so hard it ached as he stood back and admired his handiwork.
Taking the leather leash attached to my collar in one hand, he picked up the lube and the dildo in the other. "Outside, dogslave!" he said, pulling hard at my neck as I hurried to follow him. In the cooler air he made his way to a flat clearing behind the house which I hadn't seen before. The moon was bright, and gave an eerie sliver glow to the spot, which excited me even more. I guessed that this was what he had been working on during the day, because in the middle of the small field stood a flat bench, much like a saw-horse, the bare timber covered in black material of some kind. He brought me up to it and pushed me forward to lie face down along its length. I found to my further excitement that the covering on the bench was in fact leather, and that it was angled down so that as I lay on it, my head was lower than my arse. The bench supported me from head to hips, my cock swaying in air and my butt levered up and exposed.
As I lay where he pushed me, he moved around the arrangement, bending and pulling at something on the supporting legs. I soon found that there were short lengths of chain and steel snaps on the legs, and these he used to secure my wrists and ankles by connecting to the cuffs I wore. Quickly, I was spread-eagled over the leather-covered bench, my arms and legs immobilised, my head down and my arse pointing up and back -- at exactly the height of his groin! Surrounded by open grassland, the stars and inky sky overhead, I found myself the centre of an incredibly erotic scene, a sacrificial offering on an altar of leather to the gods of masculine lust.
He stood again, the black leather he wore emphasised by the moonlight, staring at me. "Oh yeah!" he declared quietly, and my heart swelled with excitement and pride.
He landed a slap on my exposed cheek, the sound of skin on skin cracking and echoing in the silence of the surrounding land. I felt his hands on my butt, and then lower. He squeezed and pulled at my testicles and I felt a piece of cord being tightened around them, pulling at my sac. The pain was deep, aching, but bearable. My hard throbbing prong danced in the air as he played with my nuts, and then his hands were at my poker, squeezing and pulling at me. I sensed something being tied around me, could feel some kind of material enveloping my cock, but loose, swinging, so that my prick could move freely around, brushing lightly against whatever had been tied around it.
Moving to behind me, I could hear him murmur, "oh yeah, this is good." I felt horny, electric, in this position. My nerves tingled, my senses heightened by the exposure and the openness around us. A pressure at my hole, but gentle. Cool, liquid. It was the lubricant, and he was smearing it on my anus, rubbing it into me with his finger. That same finger then pressed inside me, curled and massaged the inner ring of my sphincter with the gel and played with my muscle, arousing me more. A second finger joined the first as he forced me open slowly. Sliding in and out of my arse, he finger fucked me like that for a few minutes. Then he introduced a third finger to my hole, stretching me as the pleasure of his insertion turned to pain momentarily. I accustomed myself to his hand, trying to relax, wondering how much further he intended to go. Fear came on me, but exhilaration as well. Could I take being fisted? Would he try? But then he removed the three fingers quickly. I knew both relief and disappointment in one moment.
Without a sound, he moved again, and a new pressure made itself felt. This was solid, unyielding, cool. The dildo! He held the knob of that artificial cock against me, gripped it with his hand and pushed forward slowly but steadily, unrelenting. The head of that thick black rubber toy was large but not as big as my Master's cock. I relaxed my body, pushed back with my muscles and accepted it as he slid it into me. He simply kept pushing, his pace unchanging, a slow but irresistible invasion of my arse. The sensation as it entered me was pleasant, filling, and as the rubber made contact with my prostate I breathed deep and let the delightful sensation wash through my body. The long prong slipped in and in and in, my anus firm around it's shaft as it moved through my sphincter. It kept on coming. I had no idea how long it was, but soon I felt the ache as it pushed well into my bowel and kept on going. My discomfort grew as my innards were shoved slowly but firmly aside by the black invader. I squirmed a little as it edged inward, and received a slap on my bare arse for my trouble. I swore the thing was pushing through my intestine and into my stomach when he finally stopped. I was filled. More than I had ever been filled. I knew it was a trick of the imagination, but I felt stuffed to the throat.
"Good, boy," he hissed quietly into my ear, giving the toy a twirl within me and sending waves of aching pleasure through my nerves. Pulling it back a little, he rotated it and shoved again, then started pumping it in and out of me, twisting and bending it as he did. My aching guts gave up their protest as my squelching cavern surrendered to the treatment and took the tingling pleasure it gave. He stood beside me now, one hand manipulating the long dong within me, the other reaching for my tits, pulling and twisting them against the leather of the bench. Then he grabbed at the harness straps, and pulled hard, lifting me off the table as he shoved the dildo back up into my passage. Dropping me again, he pulled the toy back, almost until it exited me, then shoved it in again, fast. Back again, like lightning, then in once more. The suctioning and impaling I took at this treatment made me moan, my breath coming in short gasps. This was unlike any fuck I had known, the depth that black rubber prong reached touched my gut, and the vacuum of its speedy withdrawal suctioned at my bowel. My entire body ached and tingled from the treatment it was receiving.
Finally, he pulled it back again, and kept going. The head plopped from my body with an audible squelch, and he slapped the length of the toy down onto my back. My cock throbbed, steel hard and aching, my balls painful and distended, rolling and fighting against the restraint, my need building. He added to the exquisite agony, by teasing my nuts, tracing his fingers softly against the tender skin, then gripping them in his fist and pulling hard, twisting his hand around before releasing me again.
My neck jerked back as he grabbed and pulled at the leather lead fastened to the collar I wore. With the leash in one hand, his other hand took hold of the straps of my harness, wrapping his fingers around the leather. I felt the cold metal of his PA press to my soft anus, and tried to open myself for the assault I knew was to come. The force of his thrust surprised me. There was no gradual easing in this time, no firm but slow penetration. Instead, he shoved his huge meaty cock deep into my gut, following the path of the dildo minutes earlier. The rough metal of the ring piercing his weapon scraped at my innards as he impaled my body on his dong, pulling hard at the harness around my torso and using it for leverage to insert himself deeper than ever within my warm wet cavern. As he plumbed the depths of my hole with his meat, he tugged against the lead, jerking my neck back and forcing me to arch my back. This caused his rock hard prick to swing hard inside me, sending new shudders of pleasurable pain through my innards. The PA he wore rubbed and gouged at me. But the sensation was incredible, electric shocks of pure ecstasy jolting every nerve in my body.
Now he began to fuck me in earnest, pulling back and shoving in again. He thrust himself at me, pulling on the harness as he did. He bent his knees, then stood up again, moved from side to side even as he pumped, so that his cock not only pounded in and out of me, but rotated and moved around within me. I felt the solidity of him jangling the inner canal of my guts, felt the friction as he slid in and out of my ring, and gasped with delight at the tingling passion he generated within me. His thick, throbbing pole was no longer a battering ram, but a vibrating buzzing instrument which penetrated every part of my body as he twisted and shoved at me.
Aching with need, I clenched at him, tried to hold his massive shaft within me, but he pulled back against my hold, then ploughed deep inside again. I surrendered to the rutting humping fuck he directed at me, and pulled against the restraints which kept me in place as I fought to keep up with his frenzied screwing of my hole. I sensed a change in his pace, as he slowed a little in his thrusting, his hand still holding to the harness and pulling me against his distended organ. He pulled back from me, and his cock exited my stretched hole. I gasped with the sudden emptiness, then moaned as he shoved himself back in again in a long fast piercing shot, from the head of his cock to the thick hairy base of his shaft. Again he pulled out, and again he speared into me. On he went, completely exiting my body, then impaling me fully on his gigantic dagger of flesh. Each time his cockhead passed through my sphincter, the uneven solidity of the metal PA rubbed and pulled at my muscle. The firm silver of that piercing massaged my anus, and caressed my prostate with each rotation, delivering waves of indescribable pleasure to my compliant body. I was coming to worship the massive cock that joined me to my master and pumped unimagined pleasure into me as its owner took his delight from my surrender. The tower of flesh, topped with its crown of silver, took possession of me and gave to me the most incredible sensations I had ever known.
Suddenly, it was gone, and I was empty again. I braced myself for another invasion, but it did not come. My emptied hole twitched and puckered as I gasped and ached, my cock swinging and rubbing against the textured material around it, my balls struggling and painful in their stretched restraint. I felt him pick up the dildo, and suddenly it was back inside me again, long and piercing, but not so thick as his meat, not so filling as his massive cock. He moved the toy around inside me, bending and flexing it into every crevice of my rectum, playing with my gut as he wrenched it in and out of my sphincter.
And then the invading snake of rubber stilled. He held it steady as his hand again slid under the straps of my harness and gripped at me. I waited, the anticipation building as my stretched and ravaged hole flexed at the length of the dildo. That long artificial prong slid slowly out of me as he pulled at it, until only the very tip of the fake penis remained within me. Still holding it steady, he moved again, and I felt the now familiar metal of his Prince Albert nudge at my outer rim, hard against the edge of the rubber toy. I moaned with delight at the prospect of his mighty cock rejoining my body, and waited for the dildo to be removed, flexing and relaxing, pushing back to open my arse as much as I could. The rubbery head did not move, but he did.
Pushing forward very slowly, he forced the metal of his piercing into me, nudging at the dildo and stretching me even further. I gasped and ached, my sphincter protesting in agony as his cockhead made its way inside me, fighting for space with the solid rubber toy. I stifled a yell, bit my tongue as the pain increased, swore I was being torn apart as he pressed on, the shaft of the dildo still through my ring and his cock penetrating that stretched protesting muscle. I ached and trembled with pain, finally breaking my silence with a muffled yell.
He stopped at that, did not withdraw, but did not push on either. "Easy boy, you can do it," he hissed. I clenched my teeth and willed myself to relax as my hole slowly, reluctantly gave up its protest and adjusted to this new stretching.
As I huffed and gasped, breathed quickly and slowly accustomed myself, he waited patiently, unmoving. When my trembling slowed, then stilled, he whispered encouragement. "Good boy. Take it dog, and enjoy it." Strange praise, but it helped me and I groaned a low "uunnnhhhh" as he started to push in again.
Gradually, almost tenderly, he inched into me now, the hot length of his masculinity rubbing against the cool rubber of the dildo, both of them opening my arse and sliding slowly inside me. The pain continued and I puffed and breathed trying to take the insertion he insisted on. I told myself I would never do it, could not get both him and the toy inside me without injury as I tried to block the aching from my mind. I concentrated so much on not thinking about what was happening to my arse, that his words shocked me back to reality.
"Nice job, dog. You've done it."
Suddenly I realised that he had completed his mission, had sunk his huge sword into my yielding body and slid the black rubber dildo in along with it. The surprise I felt at this was then surpassed by the surprise as I realised the pain had gone. Not only had I taken this double intrusion with being ripped apart, but my stretched anus had accepted the assault and grown accustomed to it. There was a discomfort that was rapidly disappearing and I lay there, unable to move, and allowed my body to tell me how incredible I felt, held wide open and filled so totally. I marvelled at my arse's ability to adjust, and tingled with the intensity of the sensations rolling through me.
I risked a light flex of my sphincter muscle, to find that rather than hurting, it increased the pressure, and the pleasure, I felt. He noticed the spasm, and knew it signalled my readiness for more. Slowly he began, then increased his tempo, fucking me again, but now with both his giant meaty rod and the rubber toy at once. I moaned with the intensity of the pleasure that enveloped me as he humped steadily into me. He too was extremely excited by the double penetration, gasping and moaning, hissing grunts of pleasure with each motion.
A change of pace, and instead of the dildo riding in and out alongside him, he reversed it so that as his cock sank into me the toy was pulled out, and as he withdrew his thick rod he pushed the fake prong against its motion and back into me. The friction and irregular movement sent waves of erotic delight through me, my cock twitching and leaking, my balls heaving. As for him, the friction of the reverse direction of the black rubber plug, combined with the heated wetness of my guts and the vice-like grip of my anus, sent him into raptures. His voice rose in pitch and volume, his breathing quickened to hissing gasps and his body shuddered. Within minutes, his grip on my harness tugged with all his strength in one mighty yank as he ploughed his cock deep inside me and shoved the dildo back in along with it. He spasmed as he did, the hot cream of his orgasm shooting into me, and spilling out between his cock and the toy as he humped and pumped, unloading his essence deep inside my guts. He shook, and I shook with him, connected as we were. He jetted into me and gulped for air, ramming his entire body hard against the curve of my arse, shoving his cock hard into me and pushing the dildo hard.
For fully five minutes he held that position, twitching and shooting, rocking against me in extended orgasm. When finally the climax subsided, he laughed out loud, slapping my cheek with his palm. "Fuck, yeah, boy!" The effect of the slap was to cause my butt to clamp again around his cock and the dildo, sending more waves of tingling pleasure through me, and squeezing him again so that he laughed some more with the pleasure. As the intensity eased, he pulled himself from me, leaving the dildo in place until he was gone. Once his ringed head slid from me, the toy felt small, almost inconsequential. He slid that thing from my hole easily and dropped it on the grass. Emptied, I relaxed, still bound in place, unable to move, my dick throbbing and fit to burst with the built up need. I had been placed on this altar of sex in the open air, covered in moonlight and sacrificed to pleasure, stabbed by living flesh and pierced by rubber and blackness. I moaned with need as my balls ached.
He knelt just beside and behind me now, pulling again at my agonised nuts. "Ha, usually have to milk the cows, can't be much different when you milk a dog!" he laughed at his joke, his hand going around my cock, squeezing it through the covering tied around me. He started to pull at my cock as if he was in fact milking me like a cow, manipulating my shaft, squeezing at the base and pulling towards the tip, then letting go to start again. I mumbled and gasped at the treatment, desperate to blow, but the tie around my nut sack prevented the escape of my juice, and the explosion I craved. For 10 or 15 minute he teased me like this, pulling and playing with my trembling painful dick, whispering obscenities and words of encouragement, driving me to despair as my body ached for release that would not come. Finally, happy with his game, he suddenly undid the leather cord around my balls, and with the painful rush of blood back into my system came a crashing heaving explosion as my cock erupted, spewing load after load of my manjuice through the heated aching shaft of my prick.
I shuddered and twitched, gasped and puffed for ages as my orgasm crashed into me and rolled on and on, seeming like it would never end. When finally the pleasure eased and my mind came back to earth, he was there again, hand on my back, patting me like the dog I was. "Good boy, nice dog" he said as he massaged the base of my root, below my balls, squeezing every last drop of cum from me. Undoing the material which had remained shrouding my meat, he stood up, satisfied.
"Now that's what I call a good milking," he said. He released my wrists and ankles, and pulled me upright by the collar until I sat exhausted on the bench.
"A dog needs to keep up its protein intake," he lectured at me, holding up his hand. In it was a leather pouch, a full bag, and I knew it was what had been tied around my shaft. He had collected my cum in the sack of leather he now held. Coming to me, he pulled open the top. "Drink your protein, dog!" he commanded. As I opened my mouth he tipped the pouch to my lips, squeezing its contents onto my tongue and down my throat. I lapped at my own ejaculate, swallowing and gulping, tasting the salty sweetness of myself and drinking of my own essence.
Stretching out on the grass, the warm night air around us, he relaxed after the fucking he had administered. "A good night's work," he declared to himself, standing slowly, the gleaming black leather of his chaps bright in the glow of the moon.
He pulled me up as well, and headed back to the front of the cottage. Inside, he left me on the floor as he unzipped the skintight chaps and unbuckled the armbands he wore. Removing his cap, he carefully wiped and cleaned the leather, going to the room where it was kept and putting it away. He looked at me as he came back, something in his hand.
"Dogs look good in a proper harness," he said. "You can stay like that. I've got something extra for you, although it's not quite what I wanted. Lie on your back, boy." As I obeyed, he showed me what he held. A butt plug. Similar to the one he had used last night, although a little wider at its widest point. "With all the work your hole has had tonight dog, I hope this stays in place." He eased it into my arse, still slicked from the lube and his cum, pushing past the flange. I felt a moment of pain as it popped inside, then the familiar sense of being filled again. Looking at me with the black base protruding from my arse, he said wistfully, "Pity it's just a plug. This dog would look so much better with a tail, but you can only use what's to hand."
I assumed I would be returned to the floor in the third room to sleep for the night, but instead he led me back outside and down the steps. I had a quizzical look on my face, wondering what else he intended for the evening. I had thought he was ready to retire himself. We rounded the corner of the cottage where he had been working that afternoon, and he pointed while he looked at my face.
There at the side of the building was a low, long oblong timber structure with a slight pitched roof. For a second I stared uncomprehending, then I recognised it for what it was. A kennel! He had built me a kennel! Three times my own body width, and long enough to lie at full stretch, it had a low doorway I could only enter on hands and knees, with a piece of sackcloth over the opening. Kneeling, I pulled the cloth open. Inside was a `bed' of old blankets and material, and next to it a bowl of water. If I had seen it at any other time I would have laughed at the ludicrous thought, but after what I had been through, I was touched, humbled. This man, who used me and abused me for his pleasure, who treated me literally like a dog, and had bargained slavery from me as the price of my rescue, had gone to the not unsubstantial effort of building me my very own kennel!
I turned to him, my emotions cartwheeling inside my head. I almost forgot myself, wanted to thank him and hug him, but one look at his powerful, bear like frame, naked and strong in the warm night air, and I knew what to do. On hands and knees again, I crawled to him, looked up into his eyes and whimpered my thanks, then licked him. I licked a long sloppy trail up his leg, then risked a bit of fun for myself, and licked at the long flaccid tube of flesh I enjoyed so much, taking his cockhead between my lips and running my tongue over the edge of his PA. I know he was truly pleased with my reaction, and he let me suckle at his prong for a few seconds, before pushing me gently away.
"Time for some rest," he said quietly. He did not tie me to anything, but simply walked away. I happily watched him go inside, then crawled into my `home' and made myself comfortable, falling asleep on the pile of rags quickly and contentedly.
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!