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 you’re 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 fuckin’ 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!” 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 might 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 reveled 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 marveled 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 focused 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 hard-on. “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 marveled 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, and 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, and 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. 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 house 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, dogboy!” 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. 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 unraveled 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 silver 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 sawhorse, 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 immobilized, 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 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 its 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, and 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 also 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 marveled 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 signaled 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 … Comments, compliments or complaints – contact me at iainlthr@hotmail.com
