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By DogBone421@aol.com

 

It was easy to drive up to the farm-house hidden off the road in the darkness of the night. The hard part was getting out of my patrol car and walking up to the door, I had come to know all too well. No matter how many times I’ve been here I still get butterflies. Yeah, me, a hard as nails State Trooper who’s trained to kill!

Off in the distance I could hear the constant barking of the dogs locked in their runs. Set off by the sound of my tires rolling over the gravel road. They knew someone was coming, each hoping they would be the lucky one tonight.

It was the end of another long and exhausting shift for me and I needed the tension relief this house offered. Smoking or drinking didn’t help I found from experience, this does though. Stumbling across it accidentally after being alerted to what goes on here, I too now had become a regular.

Risking all I had built in my years as a law enforcement officer, the hunger was that great to me. My strongest prevision was now my strongest weakness. I locked my gun away to be sure it was safe before I got out. There was no need for its intimidation here. Tossing my hat on my seat after I got out of my car, I headed for the truck of my cruiser. Inside I kept a duffel bag containing a sweatshirt and a pair of loose-fitting Police academy shorts. Embroidered with the state’s coat of arms on the front, who would have ever thought they’d be used in such a way.

Grabbing the bag and then closing the trunk, I headed for the front door of the house. The night air hung heavy and damp as sweat already began to form on my forehead. I missed the car air conditioning quickly this time of year.

There were still lights on in the house, even at 2 AM. It was as if he knew tonight was the night I would stop by. As I stepped up onto the dilapidated front porch, he opened the front door to greet me. He knew me well by now and wasn’t put off by my uniform or badge. It was tough for me in the beginning to trust his hillbilly back woods ways. But he was the only one who had what I needed and I was willing to take a chance on him. It had paid off so far and I now felt totally comfortable with him knowing my darkest secret.

“Goddamn, my dogs sure are howling for some ass tonight,” he said. “They must be able to smell you’re here looking for sex.”

“Jed, the gates were locked, so I couldn’t pull around back,” I said loudly to interrupt his rambling on about stupid shit!

“Yeah, wasn’t sure you’d be by tonight,” he said with a shrug. “I just locked them not twenty minutes ago, figuring you’d decided against it. Come in through the house and out the back way.”

I followed behind him into the dirty ram shackled living room. He was only wearing loose-fitting boxer shorts that had a fly that gaped open excessively. I could see the root of his cock against his very hairy crotch. I had to remind myself I was here for something other than cock from a dude as I stared at the opening. He saw me checking him out and blatantly gripped his soft cock through the material.

“Anytime you want to me to ride your ass, Officer, let me know,” Jed said, as he continued to fondle himself. “I’d love to bed you sometime, even after a mutt had you. If that’s what it takes!”

I had to defuse the situation quickly before he got any more ideas he might get lucky tonight. This dipshit could talk all night if you got him started I had learned. I needed to get home and to bed before long because I had court in the morning.

“Maybe another time, Jed,” I said with a smile, as I walked over and smacked his back. “Right now, I got my sights on some dog dick, and then hitting the sack. Nothing makes me sleep better than sex with a dog!”

He quickly grinned at me and shook his head. “I understand.”

We moved through the cluttered house into the kitchen, and the backdoor. The smell of dog shit was strong in the air out here tonight. There was a line of about ten dog runs that were connected to a large double wide trailer that was lit by the moonlight. The dogs took to barking excessively again as I moved past their cages. Each one knew me personally. After experiencing them all on many trips out here, I had a tough time deciding which the lucky one was tonight.

“Yeah, they sure do know your scent, officer,” Jed said, as we moved toward the trailer door. With no neighbours for miles around there was no need to worry if someone heard him. “Dogs got a sense of smell for guys like you. I can bring a friend out here who’s not one of your kind, the dogs don’t do nothin’. But if a man’s here who’s got that dog-pussy scent on them, they go wild.”

Stepping through the trailer door, I followed behind him as his boots shuffled along, he continued to run his mouth. Inside was a series of doors with numbers on them. Like the number of breeding stock he owned, there were ten doors. All the doors were open unless they were in use. I had been here many a time earlier in the afternoon to find as many as four in use at the same time.

Obviously not dressed in uniform, or in my patrol car as tonight. I try to blend in with the other guys I see leaving. Sneaking a look at another K9 guy, to see if you know them, or they know me. Knowing they have just been knotted to a big dog, like I will be soon, is therapeutic. You’re not the only one in the world who has this perversion!

*****

The last time I was here was just before noontime. I was greeted inside by a good old farm boy who was just leaving a breeding stall. He was a nice looking young guy about nineteen, who was covered in sweat. His tee-shirt clung to his strong upper body and his jeans were hanging low on his hips. He was pulling on his ball cap as he said to the owner that he needed that fucking badly. Not the least bit shy about what had just taken place he looked at me and smiled.

“Hey, fellow dog lover,” he said loudly, reaching out his hand to fist pump me! “You a sucker, or a knotter?”

Not feeling the least bit shy around him, suddenly I answered, “A knotter,” I said with surprising pride!

He pointed to one of the dog enclosures. “That there Coonhound sure has a great cock and knot on him. You want a good fuck sometime, I recommend him. But his balls are totally drained now, by me,” he said, as he put his arm around my shoulders. “Motherfucker knotted me for almost twenty minutes. I’m loaded with the good stuff.”

I could smell the scent of dog cum and sex on him. Only another K9 lover would appreciate that scent. Pulling his arm away from me as he patted my back, he said loudly, “Take good care of my new friend here, Jed. I got to get back to ploughing the fields. My old man’s going to kill me if he finds out I’ve slacked off!”

*****

I was brought back to reality as my hillbilly host had now moved behind the makeshift counter where he keeps his books. The wall behind him has the pictures of all the dogs here. Each framed and the dog’s name mounted under them. Stuck in the bottom corner of each was a close up snapshot of the dogs cock and knot swelled. It made picking your fuck date easier if you don’t have a favourite dog.

Feeling like I’m checking into a cheap motel now, I watch as he flips the pages till he comes to my codename ‘Bitchpig’. Before me is presented two full pages with dates of my encounters and the dogs I mated with. Adding tonight’s date to the bottom of the page he opines about how good a customer I am.

Jed chuckled loudly. “Only got a couple other guys who visit more often than you,” he said, as I watched him write. “That big country fuck-head you met last week is giving you a run for your money. That dipshit must spend his whole paycheck here! He sure does like my Coonhound. Twice a week, he’s letting that dog fuck him!”

I didn’t really care, but acted interested just to get it over with. “Yeah?”

“Which dog you want to get fucked by tonight, officer,” Jed asked, as he looks at me with a raised eyebrow?

“It’s been a long shift for me today,” I say to him as I look him in the eyes. “Doesn’t matter which one, but I’m looking for a mutt that hasn’t fucked in the last few days. One that’s got a full nut sack, you got any of those left tonight?”

“Only got one left tonight, and you know they cost extra,” Jed reminds me. I nod my head I understand. “We’ve been busy the last couple of days. All those dogs balls have been working overtime,” he grins at me with yellow chewing-tobacco stained teeth “Except Bandit that is. I’ve kept him back for a higher fee. He’s going on three days without sex, his balls are big and juicy with cum. Seen him earlier tonight humping air, he’s that backed up. You know from experience he’s a ruff fucker when he’s been denied.”

Acknowledging that I knew Bandit had a strong sex drive, I asked, “Is he all that’s left?”

Bandit was a big strong built black and tan Rotty. He is super aggressive when he wants your ass and doesn’t take no for an answer once he’s with you. I have walked away from being his bitch scratched and fully stretched out on the inside. Covered in his slobber and stinking like him afterward.

His loads are strong-smelling and I swear I can smell that scent for days afterward, coming out of my pores when I sweat. “He’s it, Officer, if you want a strong breeder and a longer tie,” Jed said, bringing me out of my deep thoughts.

Looking back and forth as I made my mind up, he offered to drop his stud fee because I was such a regular. “Sounds like you’re in need badly tonight, officer. Tell you what, I’ll let you get with him for only a hundred tonight. That’s a damn good price for some strong seed. Plus, you’d be helping out Bandit, he needs to unload. He gets mean as shit if he don’t fuck regular. What you think?”

Reaching into my back pocket for my wallet as I nodded my approval, he assured me I would enjoy myself. Handing him five twenty-dollar bills I had put aside for this occasion, I watched as he stuffed them in a tin box at the end of the counter as he motioned for me to follow him.

“You want your regular stall officer,” he asked as we approached the empty rooms.

Each room was identical. All had a naked twin bed mattress laying on the floor with stains I knew all too well as dog cum. Hooks hung from the one wall to hang your clothes on and a roll of paper towels was mounted under them. Any true dog lover would never wipe the slickness or overflow from his body after sex with a paper towel! It was a badge of honour to wear your lover’s scent.

Not once had I ever seen any in the trash can since I started coming here. To me their presence seemed useless. A bare light bulb hung from the ceiling on a wire with a pull chain to turn it off and on with. There was a button mounted by the door that was connected to buzzer at the counter we just left. With a light that lit also for what room rang the bell, it was to tell him that a dude was done being knotted and to come get the dog. These rooms served only one purpose, to have sex in. Nothing pretty or fancy. Just the way men like myself wanted it.

“My regular sounds fine,” I said, as he led the way to room ten.

Walking in the room I knew well, he pulled the chain and lit the small space. The smell of old K-9 sperm filled my nostrils as I entered. That smell went right to the core of me and made me breathe deep. Turning to face me, he said, “I’ll go get Bandit while you get comfortable.” Looking down at the front of my pants, he suddenly laughed.” I can see by the tent in your pants you’re already thinking about being with him!”

I grinned at him knowing I couldn’t hide the obvious. The front of my uniform pants were indeed tented obnoxiously. As he walked out I pulled my shirt tail from my pants and began to unbutton my shirt. Opening my duffel bag I pulled out its contents and hung them on the hooks. I took off my shirt and folded it neatly and placed it in the now empty duffel bag. I then proceeded to remove the Velcro straps that held my vest in place.

Feeling much cooler with the hot material away from my chest, I placed it atop my shirt. My tee-shirt was damp with my sweat and I couldn’t wait to remove it. Kicking off my boots I stood waiting for the asshole bandit to arrive. Then I heard the side door open and the sound of a dog snorting and his nails scratching on the plywood floor. I could tell just by the sound that Bandit knew what was waiting for him soon. He was super eager to mate with whomever was willing.

All too quickly before me in the doorway stood my stud for hire and his pimp! Bandit stared at me intensely as I stood there. Eyeing me up and down, he assessed his breeding mate. He then sniffed the air and quickly caught my scent. He had fucked me twice before, so I figured he knew my smell and willingness to breed with him. As his owner released the short chain that held him back, Bandit inched slowly toward me.

“I’ll give you two lovebirds some privacy,” he said, as he closed the door. Through the closed-door, I heard him say, “I’ll be out here when you’re done. Enjoy yourself, officer!”

My blood was pumping fast as it always does just before I give myself up to a dog. I watched as Bandit moved behind me and started sniffing the seat of my pants. I could feel his hot snort as he dug his nose deep against my asshole. He knew the spot on a human male that gives him pleasure and went for it aggressively. Butting his block head against my buttocks, he let me know he wanted to fuck me.

“Hold on, big boy,” I spoke softly to him as I rubbed his head. “I need this just as badly as you do and I’ll reward you with my ass in a second! This is our third time together, you know that fucker? I know how aggressive you are and what angle to place my ass at when I’m with you. We’re becoming regular lovers and I’ll give your load a good warm home!”

I unzipped my pants and dropped my underwear with them. Stepping out of them slowly he licked my naked hairy butt cheek. Folding my pants up and then bending over to put them in my bag, he was quick to target my asshole with his hot tongue. I moaned deeply as he ate me out aggressively. My low hanging nut sack swung freely under me as he tongued the back of them occasionally. He knew he was fucking another male and acknowledged my impending submission to his dominance. My balls wouldn’t be needed tonight other than to swing under him!

Stepping forward I broke our connection as I pulled my damp tee-shirt up and off. Reaching for my sweatshirt that I always used when having sex with dogs, the material bore the after effects of mating. Having never been washed, the shoulders material was stiffer than the rest of the shirt. Incrusted with the dried saliva of tons of dogs, it bore witness to the many dogs that had laid their heads alongside mine while knotted.

The material on the sides showed signs of dew claws raking over and digging in to hold me in place. Pulling the shirt on I felt an instant connection with Bandit. I was now truly his willing bitch and I was dressed for breeding!

Dropping to my knees and then leaning forward on my hands, I arched my hips up. Extremely experienced at fucking a human male, Bandit moved into position without needing any encouragement. Sniffing my upturned ass again and then taking a few more deep licks, I knew it was time. Dropping my head low, I braced myself for his assault.

Not disappointing me, Bandit jumped up on my lower-back slowly moving his hips back and forth. As we both adjusted to the perfect position, his wet cock tip was digging lower in my hairy ass crack. I knew the minute his cock-head found my warm opening it would signal his brain that mating could begin!

Stabbing once and then twice into me, he had found what he was looking for. Tenths of a second passed before the third hump dug fully into me. Hunkering down as he started jack hammering my hips, I presented my hole with no resistance to his use. I gasped for air and moaned deeply as he made my head bob from the force of his hips. In fact my whole body moved back and forth from the intense thumping. As his cock moved in and out of my hole, I could feel its girth growing. He snorted on my back and his tags tinkled as he bored out my insides.

My cock was swelled so tightly against my lower belly I could feel the precum leaking. Nothing made me this hard except for dog sex! Over and over he sawed into my hole as his cock grew in size. I could feel his knot growing and not slipping out of me so easily on each stab. Finally, when he was no longer able to withdraw, the knotting began.

He knew it also as he hunkered down on my back and squeezed me super tight around the lower belly. His hips still continued to power stroke my ass, but neither one of us was going anywhere. His dew claws dug through my shirt material and scratched my flesh repeatedly. I would bare the evidence of our lovemaking for days afterwards in the mirror as I shaved.

This was the moment I felt closest to my dog lover. His head alongside mine as we both moved as one together. Our bodies in sync, our minds on the same page. We were a breeding couple! He slowly started to slow his hip movement as I felt the pressure inside of his largeness. His knot swelled up against my prostate as his large cock snaked deep into my bowels. Even though I couldn’t feel his cock inside me, I knew he was deep.

Rotty’s are hung large and thick! Every inch of his cock was inside me easily. Nothing could stop him from going deep in my intestine. His loads are planted deeper than any other dude could ever dream of.

As we both started to relax, we settled into a state of bliss. As he panted in my ear, I rubbed my crew cut head against his. He rewarded me with a few licks on the back of my head for which I loved. Moving too much, he clamped me tight again and scratched my sides fearing I was trying to escape.

Over and over he squirted cum into me. The pulse of his contractions caused me to tighten my hip muscles. Now knowing I was being loaded up with potent and fertile dog cum was amazing! It fucked with my head, knowing I was the lucky one to receive it. I lived for this moment, wanting it more and more often. I couldn’t get enough of dog dick up my ass. My need was increasing and I admitted my weakness to myself. I too soon worried I would be spending most of my paycheck here!

Just that quickly Bandit turned off my back and we now butthole to butthole! I was now able to lean up more and did not have to carry his weight. His large knot pulled against my inside ring trying to escape. But there was no way I could be stretched that large to allow it to happen.

Over my shoulder I spoke to him, “You ain’t going anywhere lover,” I said to him. “I’m getting all the contents of your nuts, I paid good money for that!”

Knowing from experience we’d be like this for another twenty minutes. His balls not being emptied in days was the driving factor. I’ll be carrying a large amount of dog sperm once his knot shrinks. And that, my friend, will make me sleep like a baby when I get home!

Twenty minutes doesn’t seem like a long time until you’re locked in a position on your knees for that long! By the time he slipped from my ass, my knees were killing me. With a pop sound we were unconnected, just as fast as we were locked together. I could feel dog cum rush out of me and down my thighs before I could clamp my ass closed. My lover quickly hit the corner and started to lick himself clean.

Not worried about me in the least now, his mission was done. I eased myself up and stretched the kinks out of my back. I could now feel a different kind of pressure within me. A feeling like I was normally getting diarrhoea, this feeling was the result of taking his sperm. I had to clamp tightly to hold its content. Knowing all too well this feeling would pass soon, I grabbed my shorts from the hook and pulled them on. Bandit got up and stood by the door now waiting to go back outside.

Digging the material of my shorts through the wet valley of my cheeks, it sopped up the excess moisture. Not wanting to put my uniform pants back on, these shorts were what I wore home. I slowly moved over to the door and rang the buzzer as I patted his head. Within seconds the door opened and he ran out. His owner grabbed his collar and ushered him outside. Taking a deep breath, I slipped my unlaced boots back on and grabbed my duffel bag. As I walked out the stall door, the hillbilly came back in.

“He fuck you good, officer,” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said, as I moved the duffel bag strap up on my shoulder. “You were right, he needed his balls drained!”

Jed laughed and followed behind me as I moved to the front door. “We aim to please here! Goddamn, your shirt is soaking wet, officer,” he said, as he turned off the lights and we stepped outside.

“You try to hold up a 120 pound hairy dog on your back, man! In this heat and then to have his hot body on your back, I’m lucky I’m in such good shape.”

As he closed the door and we started walking the dogs began their howling again. A few jumping high up on the fence after catching the scent of my well fucked body. Stepping back into his kitchen, I was surprised when he asked if I wanted a coffee or a stiff drink. Turning to face him and declined his nice offer, I was surprised to see he had pulled his underwear down below his ball sack. Presented to me was a nice looking cock that hung down impressively. He gripped his shaft and shook it at me as he grinned.

“Come on, Officer, don’t you want to try this even once,” he asked in a low sexy voice.

Completely relaxed at this point and not wanting to put up much of a fight
I bended a little. Shaking my head as I turned from him I answered. “Put that damn thing away, maybe next time you and I can try something.”

He quickly pulled his shorts up and came around in front of me to stop my forward movement. Putting his hand against my chest to stop me from leaving, he made me a counter offer. “Tell you what, you let me start fucking you regular, and you can have at my dogs for free. The way I see it you’ll save a lot of money and I’ll get me some steady action. It’s a win, win, as I see it. My nuts get backed up out here just like my mutts do. What you say, we have a deal?”

I watched as he pulled the waistband of his underwear below his balls again and looked at me with lust. Seeing no resistance as he read my face, he reached his hand up on my shoulder and applied a downward pressure.

“Let’s make this fast!”

I dropped to my knees and reached for his cock. He gripped my head instantly and began to hump my face aggressively as I started to suck him. “I got me a goddamn bitch, too,” he said, as he rubbed my head over and over! “From now on I get blown before you get any dog dick, understand Bitchpig?”

I nodded my head in agreement as I began to taste his precum leaking from the hillbilly’s piss slit.

The End.

 

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