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Date: Tue, 27 Nov 2007 19:16:25 -0600
From: charles Turner <cbru49@gmail.com>
Subject: Home Again: Going to Work 10

Warning! Warning!  What follows is a story of dog on male sex, dominance,
homosexuality, watersports and various other alternative sexual practices.
If it is illegal in your area to read about this close the page and write
your congressperson.  If you are disturbed by this type of activities I
hope you find something more to your tastes elsewhere.  This is the
continuing tale of Dan, Rafa, Cho, Sean and Ivan, various other dogs and
people and is within a few months of present time.  This set of the story
will probably end about the middle of June, once I have finished them I
will add what has happened in June through November if I don't return to
writing my other stories.  As I've stated before, I will allow those that
wish to believe this is fiction to do so but I will attempt to tell the
story the best I can remember it happening.

Going to Work 10

"That's not a problem.  If he learns to be a good slave he'll be moving in
with me.  Then he will do as I say and only what I say."  I hadn't even
thought about the idea of asking Keith to move in with me and wasn't really
sure I wanted to have another man move in with me so quickly after Tim
moved out, but I spoke and I knew there was no backing down.

"Let's get him in school and he can stay here on the nights he's not with
you."  I had nodded my head at the suggestion, I am always a sucker for a
higher edu-cation.  Not only that but a sucker for most any dick that is
stuck in my face, which is exactly what Anstieff did.  The gene that had
determined Keith would have a short dick came from his faher and had been
only slightly tempered by his mother, Anstieff only had three thin inches
that he couldn't keep from prema-turely ejaculating three weak drops of
watery cum on my tongue.

How one person could go from a rising anger to conciliation to ejaculation
in the period of two minutes threw me for a loop.  One night soon I would
need to talk to Keith about his father and I might have to discuss him with
Albert.  An-stieff thumped out the door while I was still buried to the
balls in his son's ass, feeling the warm seeping of precum and the first
few drops of the boy's load squishing out between us.  Halsey sat watching
the stranger in his house and the boy he was never allowed near, I wondered
if the dogs at our parties felt the way I did with him watching me.  I had
taken Halsey's dick before and thought for a minute about inviting him to
jumop on, I was too close to cumming and felt like Keith and I should soon
get out of the house before his father went through another rotation of
emotions and kicked us out.

Keith gathered a few pairs of socks, some jockstraps and a couple pairs of
Levis and some shirts.  I grabbed him a sweatshirt and we started down the
stairs.  We must have been quite excited by the idea of spending the
weekend together be-cause we had both forgotten to put on any clothes or
shoes.  My boy remmebered what I had told him and pulled on a red
jockstrap, white socks and hightop boots.  Dr. Anstieff was sitting at the
table talking to Halsey when we trooped in and turning to us told Keith not
to be sucking any nigger dick.

Later he told me it was the only time in his life he had ever talked back
to his father.  "Dad, last night I was rimming the best tasting black ass,
if I want to suck black dick and my master says it is okay with him, I
will.  Dan will tell me what I can do and can't do now, not you."  Done, he
walked out the door and left me facing his father, alone.  I couldn't think
of anything else to say so I walked out and called Ivan and Sean.  The
weather had changed drastically from the time we gone into the house, a
cold wind was blowing in from the west and freezing rain with flecks of
snow mixed in was striking the Camaro's windows.  By the time we reached
the trailor Keith could have mixed a drink without extra effort he was
shaking so hard.

The trailor had come with a small round modern fireplace in the livingroom,
I soon had a fire going and my slave wrapped in plush blankets.  I didn't
think he had actually been outside long enough to develop hypothermia,
still the Camaro didn't have any heat and he was only wearing a jockstrap.
I did what I had once heard was the most important first step in battling
hypothermia, not quite the way most people would expect; I pried his jaws
open and force fed him every drop of piss I could create.  The core
tempature needs to be raised quickly so the body doesn't suffer any damage,
hot piss down one end and a hot cock up the other?  It worked this time, a
very slight case, I agree.  What's more, wrapped in blankets sitting in
front of a penetrating heat I was able to refrain from giving Keith another
hot load up his chute.  For an amazing amount of time for me, I made an
occassional thrust and let him gab my dick with his innate ability to
accept dominance.

We had gone to sleep early on the floor in front of the fire and didn't
wake until Ivan pawed at me to get out.  He and Sean must have been
confused to not be able to get their heads between my legs, my new slave
was bathing my hole and surrounding area with his tongue.  I let the dogs
out and returned to the pleas-ure that awaited me on the floor.  'You never
know when life is going to throw another curve, accept the good and savor
it.'  That was one of the few things my father ever said to me that I
accepted and carried forward in my life.  I lay on my stomach dreaming
about the many men and dogs that had rimmed me before that morning and
couldn't remember one that had ever reached as far inside or made me feel
so happy.  If I hadn't had to piss I probably would have laid there for a
few more hours accepting Keith's oral worship.

I learned that my slave was trained by his father to cook breakfast after
his wife had died.  He did well.  I'm picky about my eggs, he didn't need
to cook them twice.  I had almost forgotten that I was going with Roosevelt
for a fitting on costumes we had ordered for the party at Albert's that
night.  Rosey was beating on the door as I was finding pants that weren't
too big for Keith.  The three of us rode across town to the apartment of a
student that Rosey had seduced during the intermission of the university's
first play of the year.  The young man wasn't anyone I would want,
Roosevelt has eclectic taste if he really has any at all.

The student had turned out to be one of the few at our school that was
inter-ested in costume design, therefore almost every play performed had
his designs and creations.  Roosevelt had promised that we would pay for
his time, a sure way to get a college student to cooperate!  I hadn't met
the student, I expected to find a swishy queen draped in gypsy scarves and
beads.  I was pleased to find a young man that though thin and feminine was
struggling to overcome that side of his nature.

Roosevelt had been spending too much time on the internet and when we were
discussing the idea of dressing for the party had asked me if I had any
idea if people really acted out the furry scenarios he had read about on
the net.  I assured him that I didn't know.  We tossed the idea around as
silly, frivolous and second best, if you really wanted a dog get a dog.
Still the idea of dressing as an animal in a skin tight costume that left
him free to conduct himself as a slut intrigued Rosey.  After discussing
the idea with the student who had agreed to make him a unique costume this
year, Rosey convinced me to join him.

I hadn't had the chance to get a first fitting, but Rosey had taken a few
measurements the student wanted, I was hoping for the best.  Rosey has not
been known to be shy or discreet so I was surprised when he went into the
next room to get his costume on.  The door was opening and a coal black leg
was visible when it dawned on me that he had never said what his costume
was going to be.  On all fours, facing us stood a human Rottwieler, I
walked over to him and ran my hand across his back and butt which was only
partially covered so that the black and the tan of his real body produced
the effect of a true dog.  When I saw his ball sac hanging between his legs
and the open sheath that held his cock I called Keith over to my side and
had him lick Rosey's balls, like magic his dick slid out of the sheath and
stood at attention.

The perfection of his costume was enough to awe me, but also enough to
start me laughing.  I hoped mine was going to work as well.  I had to pull
Keith away from the balls he was happy to pleasure.  Only then did I see
Rosey slide on the mask that had been made to accompany the suit.  There
were going to be men standing in line to get his ass and mouth.

I followed the student into his sewing room to find what looked like
moleskin waiting for me.  he had to make adjustments around my legs and
arms, but for the most part the suit fit fine.  He hadn't sewn up the pouch
that was to resemble a dog's sheath since he hadn't know how hung I was, as
he tried to fit me my body betrayed the fact that I love sex with a
stranger.  The parts of my body that weren't to be covered by the suit
would be painted before we left the trailor since my skin didn't match.  On
the floor beside Rosey I was glad he had talked me into the costume.

"What can you do for my slave?"  I knew it was a last minute request to fix
a suit for Keith.  The student didn't understand my question.

"He's already suited, sir."  The three of us all laughed, somewhat
nervously until I pointed to Keith and explained that he was the slave.
The mistake that I guess was racist left the student redder that a baboon's
ass.  The sweetheart, Rosey defused the situation with a good natured
comment about liking to fuck too much to be anyone's slave.  After a short
discussion of the option he thought he could create before we needed to be
at the party Rosey and I left Keith in the hands of a young man I knew
would try to either fuck or suck my boy.  We drove to the edge of town
where Rosey knew there was a book store/novelty shop.

We didn't stay there long, it was a dirty, dingy little place with hardly
enough shelf space to carry any gay videos and nothing that either spoke of
piss or dogs.  The two of us went out lunch and did a little queer shopping
before heading back to pick up Keith.  He opened the door for us, attired
as a prissy white standard poodle complete with bracelets and pompom.  When
I handed the student the butt plug I'd bought he looked at me quizzically
until I said 'to hold his tail'.  With the tail screwed into the butt plug
I inserted it with as little lube as possible, he was going to have to hold
it for at least the next ten hours.  Keith promised me that he had not let
the costumer do any more than run his hands over his body.

Roosevelt had a plaid picnic blanket in the car so Keith didn't get as cold
as he had the previous night.  Plus his trucklet has heat.  If Keith hadn't
been wearing a butt plug that would be obvious to everyone that saw him we
would have gone out to eat since there wasn't time to cook at home.  We
grabbed some burgers at Wendy's and went to the trailor to finish getting
ready for the party.  It had been seven hours since I had allowed Keith to
satisfy his need to lick ass, while Rosey and I were undressing I gave him
an order to satisfy both our holes.  We lay across the foot of the bed
while I told Rosey about the encounter with Anstieff and the weirdness.
Rosey couldn't take any more of Keith's tongue without getting fucked and
asked if Sean and Ivan could come in and bang us.

The party had started an hour before we arrived, it took Keith a while to
clean out our asses. Neither Ivan nor Sean had fucked for a few days, the
loads they gave us were enough to keep Keith from getting thirsty for
hours.  For good measure, Rosey and I washed out his mouth with hot piss,
the slave couldn't have been happier.  We decided to risk being arrested
and showing assholes on the road, not wanting to smear our paint or mess up
custumes.  Albert had told me he was planning on being Steve Irwin and
Dr. Dick was attending the party as a horse's ass, saying he was going to
get fucked again and again.  When Rosey told me that and then spent the
entire day with me I wondered if the pair was coming to the end of their
relationship.

Most of the humans attending the party were costumed, from the ever present
cowboy outfits to outlandish Marie Antoninette drag.  Beer was flowing and
a table was covered with catered food and an occasional plate of dog
treats.  For one of Albert's parties there was surprisingly little sex.
Whether people were trying to preserve their costumes or they were fucked
out by two days of holiday I'm not sure.  Even Rosey and I were not the
sluts we'd become over the past few weeks.  I did take a new shepard that
had come to the party with a tall latin man dressed as a policeman, but the
fantasy of have a cop take me was not enough to open me up for the
shepard's knot.  Not even having Keith sucking my dick at the same time
helped.

Rosey and I had abandoned our characters' natural propensity to be on hands
and knees and were standing around talking about the dullness of the party
when I was approached by Keith's father.  I really didn't want to have a
scene with the man if I could avoid it, but I was ready to defend my slave
and my right to have him.  I couldn't believe how naturally Keith cowed
against my leg at the sight of his father and Halsey.  The only thing I can
say about the moment was that his father must have been on some good drugs,
he walked up said if Keith went to the University or the tech school about
sixty miles away he would pay for his education.  Halsey couldn't figure
out what the white thing in front of him was and kept going around it
sniffing and licking.

In front of the stage where there was to be a costume judging later that
night the action had started to heat up.  One of the things that I had
always wondered about at Albert's parties was that none of the men ever
tried mounting a dog, I had been told that it would be rude to mount
another man's dog but why not your own if you were excited?  Or can't
humans ask and get permission?  After five months I was still trying to
learn the proper etiquette for the gatherings.  Rosey didn't care a shit
about etiquette, I should have know that he would be the first person I
ever saw mounting a dog there.  The sight of a big black Rottweiler in
human form fucking Mr. Warner's white shepard was clearly erotic for many
if not all the party goers.  Everywhere I looked around the room there were
hard dicks being jacked or fed to dogs, I didn't see one person giving
their dick to another man.

The whole exhibitionistic orgy upset me.  When I saw that Rosey was alone
again, I asked for his keys and left him to ride home with his lover.  Once
at home Keith and I got a fire going and curled up together on the sofa.  I
was real conflicted, yes I like dog sex (REALLY!), yes I was enjoying the
ownership of a slave(!), but I wanted something more.  I'm sure there are
those of you that wonder what more there could be.  That was the question
boiling in my mind as Keith and I lay on the sofa using each other as
pacifiers, him my dick and me his tits and tongue.  About midnight I
carried him to bed and once more took his ass, giving him his only load of
the night.

I woke at my normal time the next morning as both Sean and Ivan were doing
their thing at my ass.  I lay on the bed wondering what was different until
I realized that Keith had moved around until I was using his stomach for a
pillow.  When I opened my eyes there was his dick standing up in my face, I
gave it a few kisses before turning to face him.  "Keith why don't you go
let the dogs out, start a pot of coffee and get the paper?  There are about
five different brands of coffee in the cabinet above the Mr. Coffee, don't
use the Yuban or Kona until we see how strong you make your coffee."

Keith dragged himself off the bed, he was standing at the side looking for
sonething to put on his feet when I swatted him lightly on the butt and
said to hurry up.  It wasn't a master/slave type swat but a friendly loving
swat that I hoped let him know that things were different than when we went
to bed.  If he had been a few inches closer I would have kissed it and who
knows where that might have led.

"Get back in here.  Keith we need to talk.  Don't worry I'm not kicking you
out, you're learning to be a good slave and keeping me happy."  Up until
that moment I didn't know that he had seldom if ever received any praise
from his father.  So grateful to be acknowledged he slipped out of my arms
and lapped happily at my balls.  "Come here.  Even the plantation owners
understood that their slaves needed a day to recouperate.  We haven't been
together that long, but I want you to know that you and I will not be
master and slave on Sundays unless we are appearing at some prearranged
function.  On Sundays you may speak without per-mission.  On Sundays you
don't need to lick my ass the first thing in the morning.  On Sundays you
don't need to cook breakfast."

"Don't you want me to be here on Sundays?"  The look of pain on his face
was alarming.  I pulled him to me and tried easing his concerns with kisses
and a gentle massage of his chest and back.

"Keith, I want you here on Sundays as much as I want you here Fridays and
Saturdays.  We don't know each other well and I think we should spend one
day every week learning about each other.  Does that sound good to you?"  I
was looking straight into his eyes and worried that his desires were
strictly sexual and he wouldn't want anything to change.  After the shock
of what I said cleared his ears Keith rolled me over on my back and
awkwardly tried to sit on my cock.

"Does this mean you're happy or that you want to be a slave?"  I could see
the smile on his face and knew there was not a chance in the world that he
was going to pass on the chance to becoming more than my slave.  "There's
lube in the first drawer.  I don't want to hurt you."

"Dan, if fucking me in my bed with suntan oil didn't hurt me and I'm taking
the initiative today I think you should know my answer."  Yes we screwed
and sucked a few more times that Sunday and finally Keith had the chance to
mount me.  We didn't get dressed and we only got out of bed to cook.  The
promise I'd made to Keith that he would be getting dog dick before the
weekend was forgotten in our rush to talk and learn about each other.