FIST DOG

pt.2// The Taking of His Ass

By THORN

©2003 Instigator Magazine
www.instigatormagazine.com

Marc, a boy, 24, 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, he’s alone figuring out what next to do with his aching balls and hungry hole.

     Two men, early thirties (Kaleb, a tall fucker with strong, angular features, sports a short mohawk and heavy ink work on his forearms; the other, known to his Owner and others in the city as “Swine,” a hot beefy Latino, shaved head and a large, dark steel ring through his nose matching the heavy leather dog collar encircling his neck, giving him a distinctly animalistic look…) cross back over Mission Street in their Crisco-shined chaps and tight t-shirts.  The boy turns.  The two are upon him.  Kaleb’s finger wraps up under the chain locked to the boy’s neck.

“Who owns you, boy?”

“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?”  Kaleb’s finger still clasped tight to the chain, whirls Marc 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.”

Marc, having once again allowed his fuck to override his head, has followed the two back to their home in Diamond Heights.  Walking closely behind Kaleb, with Swine breathing down the back of his neck, the boy is led down a set of stairs, quickly finding himself in a large, lower-level playroom filled with mirrors, cages, exam tables, and more rubber and leather gear than in most fetish stores.  Soon, he is on all-fours, naked, hooded, and getting into a curiously primal headspace with alarming ease.  His snout is buried in Kaleb’s moist, rank pit, competing with Swine on the other side –  as the Trainer squats down to let his pets both inhale his stink. 

FIST DOG – continued:

      “SHOW!”  Kaleb barks out.

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

      “Nice.  Fuckin` NICE.”  The boy was pleased to see he had performed well next to Kaleb’s more experienced pet.  His ass 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 Swine’s precum.  He held it up to the boy’s mouth.

      “Cunt, LICK.”

      The bitchboy hesitantly licked at first. Then quickly recognizing the taste and texture, he lapped the outstretched hand clean.

      “I suppose Cunt wants to taste it from the source?” 

      “WOOF!”

      “CUNT, COCK!”  The dogboy maneuvered quickly around underneath Swine, sniffin` for his dick in the shadows.  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 and seriously uncut.  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 deep.

      “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 hole, 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 is.

      Swine bit at the dogboy’s nape, sharp teeth nearly breaking the skin on the back of his neck – head locked in place by the Latino’s powerful jaws.  The boy froze.  No bondage scene had ever made him feel so helpless, so submissive. 

      “Swine, BACK DOWN.”  Kaleb fingers snapped once hard.  “HEEL!”

      Like lightning, the trainer’s beast was at his side, a thick strand of spit connecting jaw to nape, swaging, then breaking in to two vertical ropes of drool.  Kaleb’s finger curls around the one hanging from Swine’s mouth, cupping it in his palm, and drawing it upward with half a thought, continues to smear it up the face of his animal.  The pigdog snorts.  Kaleb grins. 

      Marc—motionless—tries to process this.  His head is still swimming; thoughts clouded.  His cock is hard, dripping as his asshole clinches and then releases unconsciously, pumping cum into his brain.

      “WOOOOF!” Suddenly, an instinctive response signaling the dogboy’s willingness to accept this new found position.  Sweat dripped from his eyes underneath the  tight bound leather mask.

      “Here boy… Let’s remove this and see how you do in a training muzzle.  Don’t worry, you’ll have use of your mouth if I allow it.”

      Kaleb whips off the hood.  Marc’s hair is matted with sweat, but his face looks vibrant.  The muzzle is quickly fastened to Marc’s head, buckled and adjusted to fit tight.  A sudden yank by Kaleb locked it into place and he squatted down and stared straight into the eyes of his new dog.  The steel teeth of the muzzle added a new dimension to what earlier was a nervous, lost boy.

      Mark reached up to inspect that head harness with his hand, fingers lightly running across the leather and metal teeth.

      “How does that feel, dog?”

      “mWOOF!”  Marc’s dick perked back up to full attention.

      “Funny, last time I checked, dogs didn’t have fingers.  Time to give you paws dog.”

      At that, Kaleb pulled a pair of leather and fur dogpaws from the immense selection of gear on the wall near the trio and began strapping Marc’s hands tightly into them.

       Marc saw the paws had wolf-like claws attached matching the fur that was now becoming his new hands.

      “Much better.”

      “Swine…HOLE.  SIK IT.”

      With a snap of his fingers, Kaleb orders Swine’s tongue deep into the boy’s hole, lubing it up with his slime.  The boy’s ass sways in motion with his head, body backing into the pressure of the beast’s oral invasion as Swine buries it deep.  After several minutes, his butt is wet, covered and slick.  A pigdog’s bitch. Marc is ready.

      “TAKE HIM!”

      Swine pounced.  In one solid motion, the human animal was on top of Marc fast, forearms firmly locked over the bitch’s shoulders, pinning him in, as his dogcock thrust deep into boy’s spit-lubed hole.  Jaws, again biting into neck.  Dog slobber flying from the mouths of both creatures.  Marc’s ass bucking while the beast mated.  Kaleb sat back against a cage lighting up a cigar and smiling with total satisfaction as he took in the dog’s relentless pounding.

      “Fuck ‘When Animals Attack’ …FOX should have a show like this,” Kaleb muttered under his breath.  Swine continued his assault.  The boy was being fucked like never before.  His eyes white, having rolled so far back into his skull, the color had all but disappeared.  Sweat and drool poured from the dog-shaped hood locked to his head.  Swine’s coat glistened in a blanket of perspiration.

      Kaleb stood, crushing out the cigar and stood in front of his dogs.  Unleashing his own cock, stiff and swollen and pointing straight out, Kaleb pinched the head for a few seconds, then let out a jet-steam of piss spraying directly into Swine’s face. 

      “Alright, break it up dogs.”

      The boys broke their rhythm, Swine snorted and spit, licking his chops and looked up at his Master.

      “DISMOUNT.”

      The beasts unlocked and Swine climbed off of Marc, sniffing ass like a claimed piece of meat.  His long dog tongue gave one single patient lap up the entire length of the pup’s crack and let out a contented “Wooof.”

      Kaleb crouched down in front of Marc, gently scratching the side of his head.  “GOOD BOY.”  Marc continued panting heavy.  Eventually reorienting himself and breathing a bit slower, he turned his head and licked gently at Kaleb.

      “Gooood, dog.  You’re a hungry fucker ain’t ya?”

      “WOOF!”  Marc’s hole dripped as it swung back and forth, gaining speed as he regained his desire, until he had managed to work himself into another horned-up frenzy.

      “Then perhaps the dog needs it filled again.  Maybe this time with something a bit bigger? No offense, Swine.”

      The pigdog snarled a playful growl.  Marc let out an eager howl that evolved quickly into a whimper.  His tail wagged.  Head cocking as his tongue fell out, drool sliming off the tip.  The dog barked in agreement.

      “Yeah, that’s how a dog should beg.”  Kaleb reached out and shook the pup’s head.  Marc let out a short ‘ruff’ and let his head be played with—inside and out.

      “Swine, go fetch the tub of Crisco.”

      At that, the beast crossed the playroom on its fours over to the leather sling, and hopping up to retrieve the quarry off the adjacent stool, sinking his teeth around the rim and returning to his Master.

      “Good fucker.”  Kaleb had trained Swine well.  Fistpigs across the city were well aware of Swine’s talents.  The pigdog brought the can over to Kaleb’s out-stretched hand.  Setting it down, he scratched behind his pet’s ear, then shoved his fist deep into the butt grease.

      “Cunt, BUTT.” 

      At that, Marc maneuvered around with this ass facing his trainer, lips contracting making no attempt at hiding his hunger.  Kaleb pulled out a handful and smeared in across the dogboy’s ass.

      “Open up, pup.”

      Marc did as commanded and pushed out his hole allowing Kaleb to shove a wad of grease deep into it with two fingers.  His thumb scraped more into the small opening while scooping even more out of the can.  The cool, slick grease felt good coating Marc’s cunt.  The boy let himself slip back into the animal headspace that felt so natural moments before.  Easier this time.  Down…Down…Down.  Dog.  His tail wagged.  His mind focused on nothing but being.  An instinctual hunger taking over his mind and body.  Just a cuntdog about to be punch-fucked.

      Kaleb continued working the hole, making the dog hungrier to be filled, his ass sucking the fingers in, already loosened by Swine’s relentless pounding.  Slick with grease, three fingers quickly became four…four became five.  With a slow, steady, deliberate push, the boy’s hole stretched to accommodate Kaleb’s knuckles taking it passed them and sucking in Kaleb’s fist.  Contentment rapidly replacing intensity. 

      Kaleb worked the hole gradually, allowing the dogboy’s own hunger drive the momentum until this appetite reached a rabid peak.  The trainer’s hand then claimed its rightful domination over the new beastboy’s butt. 

      In and out, his hand dove into the dog’s cave, retracting and repeating.  The collapsed hand turned into a full-fledged fist pounding with Crisco slurps and sucking sounds as the dog howled in steady delirium.  Kaleb reached for more grease and coated his piston-fucking arm.  Deeper.  He began methodically turning his wrist as it entered and exited his cuntdog’s hole.

      Kaleb reached around the dog, ripping off the muzzle’s faceplate that held the metal teeth.

      With a cue from his Owner, Swine positioned his own ass in front of Marc’s snout as Kaleb commanded, “LICK.”

      The dogboy’s tongue dove deep into the pigdog’s swollen, juicy ass.  Marc fed as Kaleb pounded his ass using the pup to tongue-fuck the other dog.  Marc’s snout smacked into Swine’s crack, his tongue probing to taste his Alpha before Kaleb’s fist pulled him back again.  This went on for what seemed an eternity.  Marc could not have been more in his element.

      Kaleb called out to his beast, ordering his ass next to the one currently being pummeled.  Swine obeyed, and Kelab’s left-hand dove into the Crisco.  In one backward thrust, the beast proved his prowess and met Kaleb’s forward motion impaling his hole onto Kaleb’s arm.  Each dog mirroring the other…heads up…backs arched…butts fucked.

      Kneeling between his two dogboys, as both continued to fuck the hell out of his arms, Kaleb knew he had found a second dog worthy of his leash.  His arms ached and water poured from his brow.  His mohawk saturated with wet sex as he shook his head hard to fling off the torrential sweat. 

      Bracing himself into position, Kaleb took a deep breath and barked, “DOG’S … SHOOT!”

      Both dog’s arched as their asses clinched equally around Kaleb’s arms, Kaleb careful to adjust to their seismic thrusts.  Thick ropes of jizz flew out ahead of each dog, as Kaleb expertly disengaged from both in one fluid motion.

      “CLEAN.”

      The dogs lowered themselves to lap their cum off the floor.  Swine turned to his beta, with his tongue dripping of spooge, and fed it to the hungry boy.  Marc licked at it greedily.

      This kid was a natural dog. A true Beta. His breed was definitely, “Cunt.”  Marc would be trained, as Swine had been, his human side broken down just enough to be rebuilt to suit his natural inclinations …and Kaleb’s requirements.  A likely fit.  Holes worked.  Body satiated.  Mind content.  A Fist Dog.

Of what Marc was to become, there was little doubt.  Kaleb can spot them a mile away.  Now, he just needed to name the cunt…