Disclaimer. This story contains graphic details of sex between a dog and me (a male). If this offends you, then please do not read it. If this story's contents are illegal in your area then please do not read it. This story was not meant to be offensive to anyone, but simply as a way for me to relive and enjoy a wonderful time in my life and to share it with those who also enjoy this lifestyle. If you do find this story enjoyable, please feel free to drop me a line and let me know. My email address is Keldric@hotmail.com A Painful Interruption By Randall I had a serious addiction. No, not to drugs, but to the wonderful feeling of having a dog's cock in my ass. Typically I had sex with my dog at least every other day and had for the last 2 years, ever since he 'initiated me' into it. Every day I had an hour between the time I got home and the time my parents would arrive. This was just about the right amount of time for me to enjoy some good hard fucking, get cleaned up, and be inside like nothing happened. Unfortunately for the last 2 weeks I had been sick. Chicken Pox. I really hadn't felt bad except for the itching toward the last, but it had meant 2 things: being inside the house all the time and being constantly looked in on and cared for by my parents. I had finally gotten over it and returned to school on Monday. I was still just a bit weak, but needless to say I was looking forward to that hour in a much more urgent way than usual. When I was finally allowed to leave, I practically ran home. That was a mistake as I was almost crawling by the time I finally got there. I went inside, leaving my books on the couch, and continued out the back door toward the kennel. The kennel was built against a workshop. It was done on purpose for 2 reasons... 1- it saved building one fence, and 2- the dogs would not let any would be thieves in to look things over. For me it added a third wonderful fact. I could go in the kennel, open the door and go in the workshop, get comfortable, and enjoy a good fuck without the neighbors observing me. I went in today, locking the gate behind me, and went in to the workshop. I pulled my pants off and got down on my hands and knees. I was both very happy to be back to my familiar wonderful feelings and exhausted and glad not to be standing anymore. I felt the wonder of a hot ruff tongue on and in my ass before I got fully onto both knees. I immediately arched my back and spread my legs allowing him as much access as I could. Dad let the dogs stay together in the kennel unless a female was in heat, so it could be any one of the 7 large black and tan hounds. I had no idea which one it was nor did I care. I was just there on all fours, back arched down to make sure my ass was as high as I could point it, head back, eyes closed, just becoming the moment. I felt and 2nd, then a 3rd tongue on my ass or sliding between my cheeks. I loved this. I crawled a couple of feet to a stool and rested my head and chest on it, losing myself in the moment and waiting for the even more wonderful feeling of a hot swelling spurting cock disappearing into my horny asshole. It didn't take long. I felt the strong chest of one of them land on my back. I felt his front legs grab my waist tightly in a passionate grip. I felt his cock, already spurting small jets of hot precum; poke the cheek of my ass. I moved my ass sideways toward him, helping him. He needed very little help and within a few seconds I felt his cock find my ass. It is always a wonderfully hard fuck with a dog. If you're not ready to have a very serious pounding and ready to get your brains fucked out, don't assume the position. I had often read accounts written by people about getting fucked. Some accidentally, some with intent, but all are either the same or a lie. Never will you find gentleness or patience or teasing with a dog. They hump against you pushing their cock against whatever it hits till it slides in, then the moment they feel it going on, you're going to be fucked very hard and very fast till either they are imbedded deeply inside you or till they swell their knot outside you, realize it, hop off, and try again in a moment when the swelling goes down. Now that's not to say they all fuck exactly the same. No, each one had little nuances. Some feel it go in, take a step forward with both hind legs as he shoves it deeper and deeper till you're tied. Some will jump up on you, fucking you with their feet almost off the ground, using all their weight to shove it in. Some will shove it in to the knot, and then shove the knot in and out several times till it either stays in or stays out because it's too big to pass anymore. Some will slide it in and out but not go in past the knot till it's half swelled, and then suddenly push it in like connecting a socket on a wrench. You might encounter any of these or a combination of any or all of these in any dog, but one thing they all shared.. a very strong desire to put that knot in and swell it completely in as quick a time as they could. I was thinking of the different dogs. I was so much a slut to these dogs that I could identify which dog it was by the particular way I was getting bred. I felt his cock start into me. Tingles ran up my spine as that hot spurting cock slid into me. I felt him fuck me like a jackhammer for about five seconds, his knot going in and out and in and out. I felt him getting bigger and bigger. Unfortunately this time it was not to be. His knot grew too big outside me to go in as he was hammering me. Oh, he pushed, but he had failed to tie me this time. I was annoyed as I wanted him in me badly. This was rock and he had one of the larger cocks of the group. I rested my upper body on the stool as I teased my cock with a free hand and enjoyed the feeling as his shaft finished swelling inside me, spurting precum. Then I felt him tug and felt his cock slide from my now wet and slippery asshole. Before I could really move tongues were in and around my ass again, licking and massaging me. After only a moment there was again a weight on my back and paws hugging me tightly and holding me against the shoving forward of a cock looking for a home. I moved a bit and felt his cock hit home and start into me. I pushed my ass back and up, trying to make sure we knotted and felt his cock slide all the way into me. I felt him pounding his underbelly against my ass cheeks. I felt him hold me in a death grip as he pushed his cock deep and moved it back and fourth in an extremely fast motion. I knew this was Jake. I pressed against him. I needed to be bred... needed to feel that familiar feeling of his cock throbbing inside me. I was not disappointed this time. In a few short moments I felt his knot grow inside me and lock into place. Jake had one of the smaller knots of the 7 but it was still more than enough to tie me till he was done. But even though his knot was a bit smaller then the others, his shaft was one of the longest. As his knot reached it maximum size and he stopped pounding me, I felt his wonderfully long shaft grow deeper into me with each of his heartbeats, eventually going far into my bowels. I let my body and mind flow with the feeling. I felt the shivers down my spine as his precum spurted inside my ass. I felt the slight fear/exhilaration of knowing I was tied and couldn't get away. I felt the passion of knowing I was his bitch till he was done and of knowing he knew it. I felt my cock growing harder and harder. I knew from the tingly feeling in my groin that I would be coming soon. Even though I had been tied so very often, the feelings never grew any less strong or erotic and I never felt any less pleasure. I felt him step off me and I immediately rose up and clamped my ass tightly to hold him in as he turned. He spun himself around raising his hind leg across my lower back. I felt his long cock and oval shaped knot spin in me as he turned, finally settling in a new position deep inside me. Feeling him turn and start to pull against the muscles and flesh of my ass felt so good. I knew I would be coming soon. I reached back and very lightly and slowly stroked my cock. With a nice knot in my ass, I only needed the lightest touch to bring me over the top, and sometimes if he was turned right, no touch at all was needed. I drifted blissfully to the land of passion and bliss, slowly running my fingers from the base of my cock out to the ever growing head, then back. I felt him begin to cum in me, spurting harder and longer. This was all I needed as I blasted the ground between my knees with cum. I felt spurt after spurt go into me and felt spurt after spurt splatter between my knees. Finally after a blissfully hard and well needed orgasm, I began to come down from the orgasm and back to a nice wonderful being fucked well state. I relaxed on the stool, my ass still happily stretched around a nice pulsing cumming cock. I began to realize how weak and tired I was from being sick. Now that I was not being driven by my being 'in heat' so to speak with desire, I found I was so tired I could hardly move. It was okay though. I just relaxed here, waiting patiently and happily for him to finish, enjoying the feeling of his hot cum being shot deeply inside me. I wondered if that wonderful cock of his would bring me to another orgasm before he was done. I decided I felt so good I didn't care either way. I would just remain here, resting myself on the chair, and let whatever happens happen. In a short time I felt my cock getting stiff again. I laid there for a while just enjoying the feeling, but finally my cock needed attention worse than I needed to relax and I reached back under myself and began slowly stroking again. I could feel the warm tingly wonderful sensation starting deep in my groin and ass. Then something happened to change my whole mood. A voice. Yes, I heard it again, someone was yelling my name. I reached back and managed to get hold of Jake and work both of us over to a window. I looked out and my worst fears were confirmed. My Mother was looking for me. Apparently she had come home early, probably to make sure I was still okay after my first day back at school. "Damn, there goes my next orgasm.” I thought. Then a bit more reality set in, "Damn, What punishment will Dad and her give me because I'm out and she can't find me". The most terrible reality, "Oh Fuck! What will they do to me if she DOES find me? Shit!! I have to get loose! I've got to get back inside somehow". I reached back and pulled Jake's cock, but despite his knot being the smallest of the group, it was still a larger diameter than my ass would pass. "Damn", I thought to myself. Panic set in hard. First of all I was outside when I was supposed to have come home and stayed in and rested. Because of this I knew she wouldn't just assume I had gone off to the lake or some such, but would instead look for me. Second, any tiny punishment I might receive for being out was nothing to what I would get if caught like this. Visions of being castrated and sent off to a military school to live out the remainder of my life flashed before me. Visions of just being shot and buried in a shallow grave came to me. Knowledge that either of these visions was probably very lenient hit me. About 1000 visions all went through my head, each worse than the one before, and considering my very Southern Baptist, Bible belt family, each vision was quite possible if I was found like this. I reached back and pulled harder, seeing if maybe there might be some way to pull him out... maybe by some miracle my fear had made me more able to let him slip free. I pulled enough to feel some serious pain, but not enough to pull him out. Jake seemed to like the extra pulling and wiggling and was swelling even more and cumming harder. I could feel my cock getting hard again. I could feel him pushing me ever reluctantly toward another orgasm. Never had my mind and body been at such opposite ends of a situation. I looked out the window again and saw my Mom go back into the house. I knew she was just going to take another look around before deciding for sure I wasn't inside and starting to look for me, but this might buy me 3 or 4 minutes to do something. I looked around the workshop, but as expected there were no dog knot removal tools around. I knew that it was possible to pour water on a dog to make his knot slip from a bitch, but there was no water. I relaxed my ass as much as I could and pulled forward. He could slip right to the opening, but he wasn't coming out. I pulled harder and was rewarded by both pain and his cumming harder still. My mind reeled. I was being pulled in too many directions. My body was pulling me towards another orgasm. Miraculously the fear only heightened the experience and my cock was hard enough to crack walnuts. On the other hand in my mind all I wanted at that moment was to get him out of me, get dressed, and find some excuse for being out. I was still on all 4's. I kept rising up looking out the window, but the pulling inside my ass didn't allow for me to do this often. I knew there was a chance I could pull his cock from me. He was after all the smallest knot in the kennel. Still, his knot was bigger than my ass. I tried to think, to decide what to do. I also tried (unsuccessfully) to ignore my building desire. Then I heard the door. I looked out the window again and saw my Mother walking toward the shop. Panic got the best of me. I reached back, grabbed Jake firmly by the base of his cock, 'pushed' him out as hard as I could, and very firmly jerked. My sudden elation at feeling his knot pop out of me was very quickly followed by a pain so severe that all I could do was fall forward onto the floor. Part of me wanted to cry, part wanted to scream, but I hurt to bad to do either. The pain felt like someone had literally set fire to both my anus and to the lower 1/4th of my spine. The pain; a burning, throbbing, aching, tearing pain; was felt from just below my shoulder blades to the back of my knees. Immediately the pain went much worse as Jake ran his tongue between my cheeks. I rolled quickly to the side, slamming my ass and back against the wall under the window. Jake walked away, looked back at me in a slightly disgusted manner, then sat down and licked his cock back into his sheath. I lay there watching him, hurting. I knew I had made a terrible mistake. Death would not have been this painful and it might even have been quick. I felt the tears roll from my eyes. I lay there, holding my body still, wishing the burning and hurting would lessen but it wasn't. I saw the shadow being cast from my Mom as she looked through the window. Jake saw her also and ran out to greet her. From the barking and commotion, I knew the other dogs heard her also. I waited for her to come in. There was little else I could do. I certainly couldn't stand. I didn't think I could even crawl. To be honest the fear that a movement might make the pain worse made me unable to even want to try. I hoped my death might be quick when she saw me. I lay still and waited. After a while, things quieted down. Somehow, miraculously, she didn't come in. I suppose she had looked in, decided I wasn't there, and left to search elsewhere. Part of me was glad, but part of me really didn't care anymore. I very gently reached back to see if I was as ripped open as I felt. I ever so slowly pressed my finger between my cheeks till I got to my ass. Gingerly I felt myself. Everything felt normal to my finger. The fires of hell were still burning on the base of my spine, but they were ever so slowly dying out. I pulled my finger out and looked at it. It was covered in dog cum, but to my amazement I didn't see any blood. I knew it was possible to rip myself open doing that, but I had ASSUMED that being ripped would be better than getting caught. Jake had been bigger than I could pass, but has stretched me to the limit and then some. I knew if it had been one of the others, I would NOT have pulled him from me without serious damage. And I now knew I'd just be caught if I had the choice again. I've been whipped. I've been in serious bike and skateboard accidents. I've even once fell from the side of a sheer drop and landed 15 feet down on rocks. All these hurt, but beside my poor ass's current complaints they were all just a mild annoyance. It still hurt to move my legs. I started to sit up, but immediately realized this was a mistake. I tried rolling over on my stomach and raising up. I slowly got to my hands and knees. Quickly I threw myself down flat on my stomach to avoid the tongue that found my ass the moment it was stuck up. The tongue and the sudden jarring of my body reignited the flames in my ass. I laid there for a few moments silently cursing. I looked back to see at least 5 of the dogs patiently waiting for me to present them my ass. So, if I try to sit it will hurt like hell. If I try to get to my hands and knees then I'll certainly be knotted before I can get away. If I lay here then I’ll surely be discovered. I didn't cause myself this much pain only to be caught. I sternly but very quietly told them to get out. I might as well have told them the theory of relativity. I had an ass, it was nude on the floor, it was apparently felt good to them since I never wanted for a fuck if I assumed the position, so no, and they were not leaving. I saw a piece of a board lying not too far from me. I grabbed it and, rolling to my side, waved it threateningly enough to make them get out. I lay back on my stomach a little longer letting the pain subside more. It was now down to a dull ache. I was totally exhausted and caught myself almost going to sleep on the floor. I looked around. They were all still outside. Apparently the stick had conveyed the message. I slowly pushed myself up on my hands and knees. I rose up and looked out the bottom of the window. No one was anywhere nearby. I raised my head up a little further. I didn't see Mom's car anymore. I wondered if she might have gone back to work. No, more likely she went to some of my favorite places to look for me. 'Crack', my forehead went against the glass. One of them had mounted me and was millimeters from finding my little forest fire and reigniting it. I frantically moved to the side to try to keep him out. He seemed to move with me and was poking me very close to my ass. He was too heavy to lift. I couldn't go backward because of pushing my ass onto his cock. I couldn't go forward or I’d push my face through a plate glass window. I could only go side to side. So could he. I went right. He poked me in my left cheek, then closer, then almost between the cheeks. I moved left. He poked me in the right cheek, then almost between them. I moved left. He poked me again in the right cheek 2 times, then almost between. I moved right. Powetch... Just as I had moved he had poked. I am not sure his cock ever touched my asshole... it just went straight in to the hilt. Immediately my face and shoulder were pressed hard into the window and wall as he began fucking me as hard as he could. Any other time I would have helped him. I would have pressed my ass back against him. I would have welcomed his cock into me. Right now it felt like someone had pinned me down and had put a piece of 40 grit sandpaper on a stick and was sanding all the meat from my ass from the inside. I pushed myself hard to get away from the window as I felt his knot go into me. I dropped my head lower and reached back as I felt it start to swell. I tried to grab him, tried to get hold of something, then I stopped trying. I could feel him imbed that grapefruit sized object firmly and completely into me. Rowdy. I knew him well. He was one of my favorites. Partly because of how he fucked. He was no-nonsense. He put it inside you and pushed it as far as he could till it was swelled completely. He had never mounted me and failed to tie with me quite quickly. Unfortunately he didn't fail this time either. I could feel him swelling more and more. Also one reason I liked him was that his cock was on the large side. He wasn't the largest of the 7, but he was in the top 3. I dropped my arms to my sides and just laid my face and chest on the floor. I knew I was here for a while. Jake was small, but I still would not pull him out again unless it meant certain painful death like a house fire or something. Rowdy's knot was easily 1 to 1.5 inches bigger in diameter. I knew I couldn't pull him out. Also the way I was already hurting I wouldn't have even if I had some delusional idea that it might be possible. No, I knew beyond any doubt that I was stuck right here for about 25 to 30 minutes. I could feel him getting bigger and bigger. Every beat of his heart pushed blood into that knot, swelling it, stretching me. I felt every beat of his heart and swelling pulse of blood as a burn that went out from my ass like waves from a stone thrown in a pond. Part of me felt like screaming. I knew better. Screams would only bring the wrong kind of help. Either a neighbor or one of my parents. No matter what, anyone coming would only make things far worse. I waited, bit my tongue, and begged that the knot would soon reach full size and stop stretching me. Finally it did, but only after it had pulled me completely open and lodged so firmly that it couldn't move. I felt his cock start growing into my intestines. Part of me acknowledged the feeling of the shaft sliding deeper and deeper and pumping me full of precum, but the pain far overshadowed it. I was too tired to move. I hurt too bad to care. Rowdy stepped off of me and I managed to grab his collar. I wasn't sure I'd live if he spun inside me. So, there I lay. Cock in my ass spurting away, dog standing slightly to the side with my fingers hooked in his collar, head and other arm on the floor. And to beat it all, despite the pain, cock hard and shaking. I reached back with my other hand and grabbed my cock. I hoped that maybe I might find some pleasure that would help me deal with the pain. I stroked myself as I lay there, trying to differentiate the pleasurable spurting of his cock from agonizing stretching of my ass. The more I played, the better it felt. Also after a while I felt the burning of my ass again easing off. As I was stroking my cock, I could feel the orgasm I hadn't had earlier pushing to get out. I welcomed it and stroked myself more vigorously. I felt him pull free of my hand and start turning. I stroked harder and harder as he turned, trying to ignore my bowls being twisted out through my ass. About the time he finished his spin, I began cumming. I came quite hard, finally finishing and just dropping my arms. I pulled one arm up to lay my head on. I at least had recovered a little from my earlier mistake and my great burning was now just a small aching fire. I just laid there, ass hanging from his cock, feeling him fill me with spurt after spurt of cum. It did feel good, but I was far too tired to care now. Finally after a while he finished. Unfortunately he pulled out of me still about half-swelled and renewed some of my pain, but it hurt far far less now than it had. The moment he came out I let myself fall to the floor. I laid there for a few moments, but I managed to roll over to my clothes and pull them on while still lying down. Only after my pants were securely up did I pull myself to my hands and knees. I managed finally to stand. Shakily I moved to the window. Somehow no one was outside or looking toward me. I decided to try to make it into the house. As I went in, I quietly listened for anyone else around. I noticed that I was leaking. The crotch of my pants was wet with dog cum, as was the inside of both thighs. I was also filthy from rolling around on the floor of the shop. I went to the bathroom. I was still quite amazed no one was home. I stripped and threw my clothes into the hamper. Looking at my pants, I decided I needed to do something, so I threw them in the sink, ran some water across them and tried wringing them out a few times, then I threw them in the hamper. I took the world's quickest shower, relieving myself of more cum as I showered. Then I dried and climbed into bed. Exhaustion must have taken control of me. The next thing I remember is seeing my Mom and Dad standing over me holding my pants. "Young Man! I know what you were doing today. Did you really think you could fool me?", she asked harshly. Some part of me squeaked as the cold fear of being found out washed up my spine. I started trying to figure out how she knew... started trying to find some way to explain off whatever evidence she has away. "Mom, I..", I said trying to stall and figure things out. "Hush!", she said cutting me off mid sentence, "Don't you think we know what happened? It's all too clear. You have soaking wet pants that have this 'smell' to them. You have mud on your face and hand and I'm sure on more of you, getting it all over those clean sheets. You’re in bed at 8 trying to act innocent like you've been here the whole time sleeping. And I was here this afternoon so I know you weren't. So, what do you have to say for yourself?” My mind was reeling. I knew I was dead. They had too much. Desperately I thought, but nothing came to mind. "Going to admit it or will you try to lie and make it worse on yourself?", she asked at my silence. "No Maam", I replied dejectedly, knowing this one was beyond me. "So you admit it then?", she said. "Yes Maam", I replied quietly. "Well, if you had came to us and told us as soon as it happened I would have been easier on you, but at least since you being honest now and not trying to lie about it I'm going to be a little easier on you. You're grounded for 2 weeks", Dad said, and then he turned and left the room. Rather amazingly I watched my Dad leave. I looked at my Mom puzzled. "Well what did you expect?, she asked, "You come home after being sick for 2 weeks, sneak off to the lake, fall in, then come back and try to hide your wet dirty pants in the hamper and don't even take a good enough shower to get the mud off before you climb into bed? 2 weeks is very lenient I think." She said in a matter of fact voice, "I mean, you can wash the mud off them, but that smell.. where else would such a smell come from if not lake mud? Really son, I'm surprised you wouldn't think we'd catch on. Now, get up, take a real shower, put new sheets on your bed, and come to supper. AND! I expect you to come straight home from school every day for the next 2 weeks. And I will be calling. You'd better be answering. Do you understand?". "Yes Mom", I replied as she walked from the room.