Guard Dog on Duty
GAY, TESTICLES
A chance meeting at a leather bar leads to a unique castration.
` 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!  

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