FIST DOG

pt.1// The Taming of His Ass

By THORN

Instigator Magazine © 2003
www.instigatormagazine.com

 

     A boy, 24 - tops, stands alone outside a bar after closing.  Jeans, t-shirt, boots, …leather jacket.  Standard fare.  Lean bod…Cute kid.   

     Too nervous to strike up a conversation with the few remaining guys, until he’s alone figuring out what next to do with his aching balls and hungry hole.

     Two fuckers, early thirties (one, a hot squat Latino with a shaved head and a large dark steel ring through his nose; the other, tall with strong angular features, sportin` a short mohawk and heavy ink work on his forearms), cross back over Mission Street in their Crisco-shined chaps and tight t-shirts.  The boy turns.  The two are upon him.  A finger from the tall one wraps up under the chain locked to the boy’s neck.

 

 

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“Who owns you, fucker?”

“Nobody, Sir.”

“What’s the lock on there for then?

“Somethin` I put on before I left the house, Sir…”  The kid manages to get this out with only a slight crack of his voice.

Novice.

“Ya know, it usually means you’re owned freak…”

The boy slaps his forehead with the palm of his hand.  “Shit.  Is that why no one talked to me tonight???”

Hot as he looked, that was the likely answer.

“Probably.”  The fucker snickers audibly causing the boy’s body to heat up, his face reddens – nervous energy betraying a nut sack longing for relief. 

“What’s that in your back pocket?”  The fucker’s finger still clasped tight to the chain, whirls the fuckhole around, to check out the ass package.

Sheepishly, the boy responds, “a red-hanky, Sir.”

“So you like to have a paw stuck up your ass, huh?

“OH YEAH, Sir!”

“Let’s go.”

“You gonna fist me, …Sir?!!!”

“Yeah, …but first We’re gonna turn you into a dog.”

      “Ahh, um…I’m not really into that Sir.”

      “Fine boy, …We’ll see.”

 

The two take him back to their place.  Typical San Franciscan Victorian on the outside… newly refinished inside.  Stark, open…spacious.  Sharp.  MEN live here.  The boy is silent as he is led past modern furniture and large welded art sculptures on black granite to a metal door.  Stairs went down.  Apparently, the house is fronted on a hillside the boy thought.  “What have I got myself into?”

      The two guys were hot as fuck and the boy’s hole was aching to be filled.  Once again, his fuck over-ruled his head.

      They reached the bottom of the stairwell. Its walls lined with amazing photos in brushed steel frames of men in cages, in rubber and leather, men chained to walls.  Every one of them …on all fours.          

      The room was lit well enough for the boy to quickly realize that the photos had been taken right here in this space.  Though polished and clean, the room gave off the unmistakable locker room smell of dank sweat and male sex.  The leather and rubber gear, arranged on the metal grids mounted to the walls, added to the aroma.  The boy’s nostrils twitched.

      “Strip.” 

      The boy began to undress.  “Boots too, Sir?

      “Everything, punk,” the Latino growled.  His voice low and animalistic.

      “Which way does your hole like to get filled, boy?”  The mohawked dude asked.           

      “Sorry, Sir?”

      “How do you usually get fisted, fucker?”

      “Oh. Any way Sir…on my back, in a sling, doggie-style…”  He realized what he said immediately.  There was no taking that one back! FUCK!!!

      “GOOD.  You ever been hooded boy?” 

      “Only once Sir…my roommate put me in his.”

      “How was it?”

      “Hot.  I guess I liked it, Sir…”

His dick began to swell.

      “Excellent, `cuz this one’s going on you now.  ON ALL FOURS, boy.”

      The boy did as he was told and dropped down on his hands and knees.  The leather hood felt cool against his face.  It was pulled downward, tightened somewhat from behind, then lifted upwards catching his nose and drawing it slightly upwards.

      “SNIFF.”

      The boy inhaled through his nose and found that the hood strangely allowed him to breathe in unobstructed …clear.  Like the air going in was a straight shot to his brain.  He smelled the room.

      “Good boy.” 

      He felt fingers quickly scratch the back of the hood.  It felt good.  His head swam. He let it.

      “Now boy, a dog needs paws doesn’t it?”  The voice of one of the guys whispered hard through the leather.

      The boy hesitated for a moment.  “Woof…Sir.” 

      “Good boy.”

      The boy’s hands were placed into padded leather paws, forcing him to curl the fingers under and into the claws.  Both paws were strapped and locked into place.

      “By the way, boy…’Woof’ is good, fucker.  In fact, it’s really the only word you need to remember from now on.  From here on out tonight, boy, ‘WOOF’ is how you will communicate.  ‘WOOF!’ says ‘I understand’ or ‘YES SIR!’  ‘WwrrooooF’ says you don’t.  ‘woof woOF WOOF!’  tells us you like what you’re feelin. ‘Wreeeoorf’ says ya don’t.  GOT THAT, dog?”

      “WOOF!”

      “GOOD BOY!  See? …you can communicate sooo much with that one… little… word.  No need for stupid human words.  Just let yourself slip away and relax into just …being …a …dog.  Feels kinda good huh?

      “Woof…woof woOF WOOF!’

      “Yeah! `Cuz, you’re a dog!  Ain’t ya boy?!”

      “errr …WOOF!” 

      “AIN’T YA BOY?

      “WOOF!” 

      “Good boy.”

      Okay.  This did feel good. His cock was now rigid. The boy shook his head to clear his thoughts, but that only succeeded in further relaxing him.  He went down deeper.

      He felt something slight on his ass…it was breaths.  Fast.  Quick.  One of the fuckers was sniffin` him.  He pushed his butt out to make contact.  No luck.  The breaths continued. 

      “My dog wants to taste you, lil` bitch.”

      The boy was confused.  He didn’t see a dog.  He looked around.  The hood prevented full range, but his eyes caught a large mirror.  He saw the hot Spanish fucker down on all fours, his muscles slimed with fresh sweat.  His cock hard and jutting out.  It looked different somehow…hard to see through the hood.  Strange.

      “Sir?”

      “I see lil’ bitch still has human words…a tight muzzle can fix that.”

      “errrrWoof”  He knew he fucked up.  He shouldn’t have let his mind wonder.  Stupid human thoughts.

      Leather straps were fastened.  A large padded piece went over the boy’s mouth and up under his chin.  The straps were pulled tight.  It felt odd, but good.  His dick was a rock.  He turned again to the mirror. 

      The cropped-headed Latino boy was motionless at attention behind his ass, arms rigid…on his fists …doglike …fuckin` HOT.

      He saw himself, hooded and muzzled, paws…it turned him on, he looked like a dog.  But this creature behind him made him even more self-aware. …this guy WAS a dog! 

      The boy’s cock dripped down to the floor.

      He was fascinated.

      “You like how my dog looks, cunt?”

      “mmWOOF!”  The boy found himself making sure his bark was understood.

      “You wanna be a dog like that too, …don’t ya boy.”

      “WOOF WOOF WOOF!”  His ass started rocking back and forth …FUCK, …I’m waggin my friggin tail!

      “Guess what boy…you will be.”

      His head spun.

      “mmWOOF!” 

      “SIK `em, Swine!!!”

      With that, the beastboy dove its tongue deep into the boy’s hole and clamped down firm with its teeth onto the boy’s ass.  He fed.  Dog slobber ran like rivers down his hide.  The boy’s eyes rolled back into his skull …he moaned.

      “That’s it boy…HEAD UP …BACK ARCHED… BUTT OUT.”  He felt a hand putting gentle pressure on his forehead, coaxing him to look forward.

      “Head up…”

      The hand was then placed on the small of his back.  “Back arched…GOOD BOY …sink into it…relax the muscles in your back.  That’s it.  …Butt out.”

      The muscles in the boy’s body responded.  He felt his body tighten and become rigid yet curiously relaxed.

      “This is ‘SHOW’ position, dog.  ‘HEAD UP…BACK ARCHED …BUTT OUT.’  It gives me or my dogs complete access to every part of you.”

      “mmWOOF”

      “SWINE, SIT.”  The Latino beastboy immediately stopped and lowered itself on its haunches looking at its Owner.  

      “SWINE, …PIT.”  The dude squatted down lifting his right arm up and back over his shoulder …the animal moved with deft skill across the floor and put its snout right up to the punk’s armpit, sniffing hard, breathing its Master’s scent in DEEP.

      “SIK IT.”  In a nanosecond, the dog was on the pit, inhaling both its Owner’s scent and taste.

      “You see, dog…this is one reason ALL my dog’s smell like me.  I am Alpha.  They have my scent.  You will too.  SWINE, DOWN.”  At that, the dog sat alert once again, licking the flavor from its chops.

      The boy was captivated.  His cock had created a nice pool of drip underneath him and was still throbbing.  His tail wagged… his head swung down and right back up again so as not to break his “SHOW” position.  He felt oddly comfortable. His thoughts were only on this, and he relaxed deeper into just being their dog for the night.

      “Dog, I am Kaleb.  This is MY dog, Swine. I am a Trainer.  …Come here boy.”  The boy crawled forward towards Kaleb and his pet.  Still lowered, his thighs bulging in the leather chaps, Kaleb lifted his left arm up and over, exposing his other armpit.   

      “Dog, …PIT.”  The boy found his way up to the core of this hot man’s smell and sniffed.  Its smell – warm and musky. 

      “Breathe it in, boy.  Nice and deep.”  He took it in.

      “Get to know your Trainer’s smell.  You like the way I stink, boy?”

      “mWOOF!”

      “Good boy.  BREATHE IT IN.”

      The boy let go.  He breathed it in like it was his entire world.  His head was dizzy…he was becoming a dog.

      “You wanna taste me boy?”

      “mmWOOF!” 

      “Sucks that you’re in that muzzle now, doesn’t it,” Kaleb taunted.  The boy’s head went down in shame but back up again to his Trainer’s pit.  It smelled too good.

      “Good Boy.  If I take this muzzle off, the dog will remember what it IS now?”

      “mWOOF!”  His tail instinctively wagged hard causing the cockdrip to fly up and stick to his sides.

      Kaleb removed the muzzle.  The boy’s saliva had built up and long strands of dog drool now hung from his leather jowls.

      “GOOD BOY!  Lemme see that tongue!”  The boy stuck his tongue straight out.

      “Let it just hang there, dog.”  It dropped down, one long strand of spit hanging off the end.  Fuck, this felt …natural.  The boy sank another level down into it.

      “Dog still curious about how its Trainer tastes?”  Kaleb again displayed the nest of hair under his muscular arm.

      “WOOF … WOOF WOOF WOOF!” 

      “PIT.”

      The boy almost dove into the pit lapping hard, his tongue still hanging out.  But despite his swimming headspace, he was quick.  His nose buried in deep, only inhaling Kaleb’s smell.

      “GOOOOD BOY.  …SIK IT.”

      No thoughts, only instinct.  The boy went in hard lapping up the taste he was now so fucking hungry for.  His whole body drew into the feeding. 

      Kaleb reached around with his right hand and held the boy’s head firm.  “That’s a good dog.  FUCK YEAH.  Eat that pit.”  The boy sank deeper into the comfort of this man’s energy.  He was losing himself.  He let this go too, and sank deeper still.

      Swine sniffed at the boy and Kaleb raised his right arm up and over.

      “Swine, RIGHT PIT…SIK.”  His beastboy lunged forward and began his own feeding frenzy.  Both dogs lapping at their Trainer’s pit stank.  A wicked smile grew on his face…two hot dogboys worshipping his stink.

      “SHOW.”

      Simultaneously, both dogs backed down, heads up …backs arched …butts out.

      “Nice. Fuckin` NICE.”  The boy was pleased to see he had performed well.  His tail wagged.

      “Swine, it seems we have ourselves a happy dog on our hands…”

      “WOOF!”  The boy barked.

      Kaleb grinned, “Well, not quite yet lil cunt.” 

      The boy let out a small sound of mild confusion, then put two and two together, and let out a “WOOF!”  His tail shaking furiously…butthole twitching.

      “Yeah, Swine…looks like we have us here a real live cuntdog”

      Swine barked a deep woof of approval and began sniffing the cuntdog up and down breathing its smell into him.  His cock swelled and dripped.  Kaleb reached underneath Swine and stroked him…a deep growl of ecstasy rolled out from the pigdog’s chest.  Kaleb let it go, his fingers dripping with the dogboy’s precum.  He held it up to the cuntdog’s mouth.

      “Cunt…LICK.” 
      The bitchboy licked at first not knowing, then quickly recognizing the taste and texture, lapped the outstretched hand clean.

      “Does Cunt wanna taste it from the source?” 

      “WOOF!”

      “CUNT,  …COCK!”  The dogboy maneuvered around underneath Swine, sniffin` for his dick.  Quick to find the pungent cock, the little fuckbitch got his face up next to it filling his snout with this big dog’s smell.

      “SIK IT.”

      The dog took it in, greedily lapping at what was well over nine inches with all his newfound canine hunger.  Somehow Swine’s cock felt strange…different.  Cunt examined it with his tongue…it was fat towards the base.  Really fat.  Freak.  Cunt rolled his head to the side and took it in deep.  His jaws widened and the hood’s jowls opened to accommodate.  He swallowed the beastboy’s dick whole.

      “GOOD FUCKIN JOB, Cunt.  Yeah, you are a cuntdog…2 holes – no waiting.”  Cunt’s tail started wagging again in response to Kaleb’s words.

      “You like Swine’s modified dogdick, huh?”

      Fuck, no wonder it felt different…

      “That’s right fuckhole, I had it altered and sheathed early last year so he could have a canine’s knot to breed little whorish dog bitches like you.  …Wait til he mounts your ass, Cunt.” 

      To this, each dogboy shook in a horned-up rage, testosterone levels peaking…sweat, drool and dicks dripping.  The boy’s mind was racing but focused…he felt like a dog.  He was a dog.  And he was about to be bred like the bitch in heat he was.

     

Next Month: The Fisting of The Dog.