Dominated by Dogs and a Beggar on the Abandoned Soccer Field
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On a cold and wet night, I was wandering through the dimly lit section of town near an abandoned soccer field. The place, known to be an occasional rendezvous point for suspicious activity, seemed strangely inviting in that drunken state in which I found myself.
My mind clouded by alcohol, an indomitable desire for adventure and my ass already blinking from so much accumulated lust. I had left home thinking exactly that: to find some macho man, some situation out of control. I decided to enter the countryside climbing over a low wall surrounding it. Inside, darkness mingled with distant sounds of urban night. The lawn was unkempt, full of tall grass and crushed tines. My heart beat fast fueled by adrenaline and alcohol.
It was then that I noticed the presence of two medium-sized dogs. One black, a Labrador mix with German Shepherd and one brown, which resembled a Rottweiler. The animals came closer, sniffing around curiously. In my condition their presence seemed less like a threat than an invitation.
Uninhibited, I began to take off my clothes by leaving them on a mound beside one of the goalposts. Completely naked, exposing myself vulnerably to the dogs that now circled around me with their dangling tongues and curious looks. My erratic behavior and smell of alcohol seemed to have intrigued but not frightened them. The black dog's tail was already beginning to emerge from its hood, red, pointy, shining in penumbra.
His approach was cautious but determined. When I felt the touch of his rough hair against my skin, a wave of excitement swept through my body. He began to ride and I felt heat and weight of his body pressing on mine. The penetration was abrupt, and the initial shock of pain quickly turned into an extremely intense feeling of fulfillment.
The roll came in whole, with one punch. Its rhythm was fast, short, nervous. Each stroke struck the bottom. I groaned loudly without worrying about noise <unk> the field was abandoned, no one would listen. The dog held steady, and soon his knuckle began to swell, tying us together in a hook that seemed endless. The pain of the knot entering was strong, as if it were tearing from within, but I held on. I stood still, four feet away, feeling its stick pulsing inside me, the knob locked at my doorway, the entire tail filled. His movements were vigorous and I found myself in the situation, lost in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
After several minutes, when the black dog finally let go, the brown took its place. This one with an equally robust impetus did not hesitate to dominate me. He mounted on my back, his paws grabbing at my waist and he got into it all at once. The second tug was as intense as the first, leaving me even more subjugated and filled. I could feel my butt stretching again, the knot swelling, the fuck filling up. When he finished, I had already broken in, leaking both of our fucks, the cock barking and open.
That's when a human figure emerged from the shadows.
He was a ragged man, dirty beard, torn clothes, strong smell of alcohol and sweat. The beggar who I assumed owned the dogs stood there staring at me for several seconds; he didn't say anything but unzipped his trousers and pulled out his already hard stick. Without words, he approached and with naked brutality penetrated into me using only dog semen as lubricant which made this experience abrasively painful yet intensely primal. His cock was thick, crooked, filthy. It went in deep all at once, and I screamed. He did not stop. Relentlessly thrust himself up by my waist, treating me like a hole. Every time I punched him, the dog shit would come out in blisters and he'd sneak inside mixing his own fuck with animals.
The bitter taste and heat of the liquid only solidified his humiliation and control over me. I swallowed what he gave, coughing all wet.
With the same indifference with which he arrived, he dismissed me, leaving me alone and violated but somehow viscerally satisfied. I returned home, walking across town half-naked and stained, my confused mind trying to process the savagery of what had happened. My ass burning, dripping shit from all three, the smell of dog piss and sex clinging on my skin. Every step hurt.
But it was exactly what I wanted.
On a cold and wet night, I was wandering through the dimly lit section of town near an abandoned soccer field. The place, known to be an occasional rendezvous point for suspicious activity, seemed strangely inviting in that drunken state in which I found myself.
My mind clouded by alcohol, an indomitable desire for adventure and my ass already blinking from so much accumulated lust. I had left home thinking exactly that: to find some macho man, some situation out of control. I decided to enter the countryside climbing over a low wall surrounding it. Inside, darkness mingled with distant sounds of urban night. The lawn was unkempt, full of tall grass and crushed tines. My heart beat fast fueled by adrenaline and alcohol.
It was then that I noticed the presence of two medium-sized dogs. One black, a Labrador mix with German Shepherd and one brown, which resembled a Rottweiler. The animals came closer, sniffing around curiously. In my condition their presence seemed less like a threat than an invitation.
Uninhibited, I began to take off my clothes by leaving them on a mound beside one of the goalposts. Completely naked, exposing myself vulnerably to the dogs that now circled around me with their dangling tongues and curious looks. My erratic behavior and smell of alcohol seemed to have intrigued but not frightened them. The black dog's tail was already beginning to emerge from its hood, red, pointy, shining in penumbra.
His approach was cautious but determined. When I felt the touch of his rough hair against my skin, a wave of excitement swept through my body. He began to ride and I felt heat and weight of his body pressing on mine. The penetration was abrupt, and the initial shock of pain quickly turned into an extremely intense feeling of fulfillment.
The roll came in whole, with one punch. Its rhythm was fast, short, nervous. Each stroke struck the bottom. I groaned loudly without worrying about noise <unk> the field was abandoned, no one would listen. The dog held steady, and soon his knuckle began to swell, tying us together in a hook that seemed endless. The pain of the knot entering was strong, as if it were tearing from within, but I held on. I stood still, four feet away, feeling its stick pulsing inside me, the knob locked at my doorway, the entire tail filled. His movements were vigorous and I found myself in the situation, lost in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
After several minutes, when the black dog finally let go, the brown took its place. This one with an equally robust impetus did not hesitate to dominate me. He mounted on my back, his paws grabbing at my waist and he got into it all at once. The second tug was as intense as the first, leaving me even more subjugated and filled. I could feel my butt stretching again, the knot swelling, the fuck filling up. When he finished, I had already broken in, leaking both of our fucks, the cock barking and open.
That's when a human figure emerged from the shadows.
He was a ragged man, dirty beard, torn clothes, strong smell of alcohol and sweat. The beggar who I assumed owned the dogs stood there staring at me for several seconds; he didn't say anything but unzipped his trousers and pulled out his already hard stick. Without words, he approached and with naked brutality penetrated into me using only dog semen as lubricant which made this experience abrasively painful yet intensely primal. His cock was thick, crooked, filthy. It went in deep all at once, and I screamed. He did not stop. Relentlessly thrust himself up by my waist, treating me like a hole. Every time I punched him, the dog shit would come out in blisters and he'd sneak inside mixing his own fuck with animals.
The bitter taste and heat of the liquid only solidified his humiliation and control over me. I swallowed what he gave, coughing all wet.
With the same indifference with which he arrived, he dismissed me, leaving me alone and violated but somehow viscerally satisfied. I returned home, walking across town half-naked and stained, my confused mind trying to process the savagery of what had happened. My ass burning, dripping shit from all three, the smell of dog piss and sex clinging on my skin. Every step hurt.
But it was exactly what I wanted.
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