Guard Dog on Duty

by Allen Baker

During our first talk when I met him at the bar, John told me he had a mixed breed dog at home. I stood a step below this burly, leather-clad top as he keyed open the door to his three-story brownstone. The sign in the window read "Guard Dog on Duty". The rasping sound of the key in the door lock attracted the beast's attention. The scurrying sound of paws on bare wood floor accompanied the howling and growling of a beast inside. The noise was low and intensely deep and resonant. I expected a big beast, but what pounded on his master was a total shock.

This was definitely a dog. But a man-made one. A man-dog in the bondage/slave leather tradition of the term. An enslaved captive with no other purpose than to satisfy his master. Worship his master. Obey his master. As a submissive, I had experience in such play, but this was different. This wasn't play. This was for keeps.

The boy/dog's face was youthful and full of devotion as it lapped at the master's palm in greeting. But it had been altered. The nose surgically reconfigured into a snout. The ears elongated and pointed. The body had been altered, too. I had read of such things, mostly fantasy, but had never expected to actually see it. The legs and arms had been amputated just below the knees and elbows. The stumps had been fitted with leather paws that sported carved bone claws. The dog had indeed been neutered as well. This was disconcerting to say the least. But the two features that freaked me most were the fur pelt and the tail. Some very talented, expensive surgeon had somehow equipped this mutt with a new hide of dark brown fur/hair that covered all but its face, stomach, and groin. And the tail was actually wagging in delight at having its master home.

"Down, boy, down. This is Darwin. Well, boy, how do you greet our guest?" The boy/dog obediently sniffed then licked at my outstretched hand. Then he nuzzled in to give my crotch a friendly sniff. Then he sat back on his haunches and beat his tail loudly against the floor and panted in a friendly manner. His tongue lulled out the side of his elongated mouth. His canines had been augmented in length, and all the teeth had been shaped to points. I just stared at the surgically modified tongue. It hung a good five inches over the side of his chin. It pulsed with the mutts panting and dripped a puddle of dog drool onto the floor. I'm sure I must have given a very impolite gawk, but it's not every day that one sees the like of this.

John laughed at my response. "He definitely has that effect on people the first time. He's really quite tame, unless provoked or unless I order him to attack. Ok, boy, I'll come feed you."

Quick as a flash, the dog scampered down the hall and turned into an archway at the rear. "Come have a beer," John said over his shoulder as he led the way down the hall and into the kitchen. John handed me a beer and grabbed a large can from the cupboard. The whir of the can opener was attended by the pungent odor of dog food. The dog pranced impatiently as John emptied the contents into a dog dish. My stomach cramped a little as i watched the hound chow down on the noxious mixture. "Bet you're thirsty, too, boy." John picked up the other bowl from the floor and unzipped. Soon the pungent odor of liquid gold fought with the smell of the canned food. John set the slightly steaming bowl onto the floor. The dog greedily lapped at its master's fluid.

John chatted about everyday things, but I hardly could concentrate. I was looking at his face, but my mental attention was on the creature at our feet. Soon its bowl was empty and he padded to the back door and whined. Without interrupting his monologue, John held the door open. The dog ran out into the small fenced-in area behind the house. Past John's shoulder, I could see it squat and shit. It turned and sniffed its own poop and then raced back into the kitchen.

"Let's head down to my playroom." John patted my rump and scratched the dog behind the ears. "Ever been fucked by a dog?"

"Ah, no," I stuttered, finding it disconcerting that John talked as if this were truly an animal with no higher intelligence or will of its own. But at the same time, I found myself being strangely aroused by this unique experience. At the bottom of the steps, John opened a padlocked room, and the dog skirted in ahead of him. It was an S/M's paradise dream!. Every instrument of torment and bondage conceivable hung from the pegboard walls. There were bondage tables and crosses in the center of the room along with a leather sling dangling from the ceiling.

"Well, don't just stand there. Strip. I'm in charge in this room, and I expect obedience from both of you."

I eagerly did as I was told, excited that the games were finally beginning. Master John, pushed me to my knees in front of his unzipped jeans. He hauled out his thickening meat and pushed it into my mouth. I saw him snap his fingers at the dog and point behind me. Suddenly, I felt a long tongue slobber across my left ass cheek. It labored along and across my crack to cover the right one, too. Then it slithered down the crack itself and I was suddenly moaning as Master's dick slid in and out of my throat. That tongue! That marvelous, long, talented tongue! I'd never felt the like of it. It rimmed and twisted and swirled. It curled and dipped. And finally insinuated its way inside. Deep inside. It felt like a rubbery, come-alive dildo. It explored the sides and depths of my inside. It poked and prodded and pushed at my prostate. I didn't touch myself, but a steady stream of pre-goo slithered out my piss slit and threaded its way to the floor. I hummed around the thick dick that stretched my mouth. I loved it.

Master John pulled out and strapped me on my back on the table. He harnessed my ankles and tied them off far apart and pointed to ceiling. My exposed crotch and ass were at the edge of the table. He placed a platform on the floor at that end. "Hop up there boy." The dog obeyed. Then it stood on its hind legs and moved between my own. Its front paws landed on my shoulders about the time as its rigid dog dick arrowed into my asshole. We both yelped: me in pain and he in pleasure. It was wild to look up into that face surrounded by fur and feel the indentations its nails were making in my shoulder muscles. It lapped at my face, slobbered onto my nose and eyelids. It playfully nipped at my earlobe. And all the while kept up a steady pounding into my anal pleasure tube.

Master John watched for a short time, then stepped behind the dog and nailed it with his hard dick. The dog yelped again, but only increased his fuck pace, impaling himself with his master's cock on each withdrawal from my ass. Soon, Master John withdrew and pulled the dog away with a yank on its collar. He pointed to a corner. "Sit!"

The dog whimpered, but pulled its tail between its legs and obeyed.

Master retied me face down over a low wooden frame. My knees were spread wide on the floor, and my ass and crotch were totally vulnerable. Master kneeled behind me and began to fuck my ass in earnest. He snapped his fingers again, and the dog quickly joined us. I was surprised to see it roll onto its back and slither under the frame. And then that fabulous tongue caressed my cock. It wrapped around it and jacked it. It bathed my balls with dog saliva. It was heaven. I was beginning to pant right along with the animal.

"Well, boy, think we can come together? Getting close?"

I couldn't answer other than to nod my head.

"Good, cause I'm about ready to shoot. And watch that dog's cock. The only time he shoots is when I tell him he can suck on a guy's balls. Get ready, cause this is the ultimate experience of your life."

He kept pumping and prodding my hot button deep inside. The dog's tongue lapped at my balls, and I felt them begin to pull up for a boiling climax. "Oh, now!" I shouted. "I'm there, I'm gonna shoot!"

I began to spout and everything else happened really fast. My ass milked Master John. He began to roar. "Okay, boy, eat those nuts!"

My cock lurched again as that hot canine mouth engulfed my sack and sucked my balls deep into its throat. I watched in fascination as a thick river of dog seed spouted out of the end of that hairy dick. And then I screamed as the dog did as ordered. Those sharpened teeth chomped down on my bag again and again until i felt it mauled totally free of my crotch. The dog wriggled away from me and sat up. I watched in shocked horror as it did its Master's bidding. It chewed and swallowed and did indeed eat my balls!