ABOUT BEING TIED UP II

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

[ part 10 ]

Dog Day

The rest of that week went by as pretty much normal, however normal is with two eight year old boys having sex with themselves and everyone else in the area. Much of the week is a blur to me. I don’t remember any specific things standing out as important or note worthy, that is until Friday.

That Friday, Mom didn’t put us in the stocks again, but had us strip in the living room and walk outside with her to the patio table while she carried the ropes to bind us. I remember looking at the sky as we walked out, and it was very overcast. She had Kyle and I bend over the ends of the bench of the patio table. The end of the table itself was set against my stomach. It was one of those setups where the benches were attached to the table itself by metal pipes at the bottom. It was also very heavy so neither one of us had a hope of moving it, let alone turning it over.

We had our arms tied behind us in the usual manner, with our hands grabbing the opposite elbows and a rope pulling our collars backward. She tied our torsos to the bench while at the same time pulled our knees up under the board and tied them off with the same rope. We were bent around the ends of the bench. She then wrapped a rope around the outside of our arms to make double sure they weren’t going anywhere. Our ankles were tied to the metal poles attaching the bench to the table.

A rope was strung across the bench and she hitched our collars together. She tied our balls to the same metal pole as our ankles. The twine pulling she used on our cockheads was pulled through the spaces of the boards in the bench and tied off to each other above the bench. Before leaving us, again as usual, she put the ball gags in our mouths.

Kyle and I waited longer than usual before anyone walked out to us. During that time, the sky grew darker and darker. Our mom didn’t bother to bring us inside; she made us wait and wait as it got almost pitch black from clouds. It took so long, we wondered if we had been forgotten.

If only we had been so lucky.

It was starting to rain on us as the patio door slid open. I was hoping that our mom was going to release us, or tie us up inside, or something. I had forgotten that we were now nothing more than objects or tools for other people’s pleasures.

Kyle was the one facing the door and the look in his eyes told me that I was not going to like what came next. A man walked up beside us with two male German Shepherds. I thought that he was going to tie off the dogs then fuck the two of us. That thought was eliminated as he led one of the dogs behind my twin. I saw what was about to happen.

The dog was led up onto Kyle’s back and his collar connected to Kyle’s. The man reached beneath the dog and began stroking him. When the dog had reached its adequate stiffness, the man lined him up to Kyle’s rear entrance, and the dog took over. With one mighty thrust, that had my brother screaming into his gag, the dog impaled him with his slippery cock.

When the man was satisfied that the dog was doing well without him, he led the other dog behind me. He pulled on my collar as he attached the dog’s collar to it. My dick responded knowing what was about to happen. I felt him reach behind me and begin to stroke “my” dog as well.

As soon as I felt the soft member touch my anus, the dog thrust into me as hard as his partner did to Kyle. I was speared by a German Shepherd’s cock. It was like I was being fucked for the first time again. The dog was not kind, or gentle. He had his “bitch” where he wanted “her” and he had his way with “her”.

My asshole was on fire as he rammed into me like a jackhammer. As he continued to fuck me without mercy, I felt something hard begin to hit my rear opening. With one huge thrust my dog-lover shoved that knot (I found out later that that was what it was called) up my ass. That tore me apart like nothing else.

I screamed and cried like I had never before. The tears mixed with the rain, so someone couldn’t tell, but I could. I was humiliated at having a dog fuck me. It was bad enough having men, women, or other kids (even classmates) do it, but a dog was somehow worse. For the first time since starting this the previous week, I felt ashamed at what I was doing.

As I squirmed around trying to escape the dog’s assault, of course going nowhere, I vaguely heard my brother scream as his dog shoved its knot inside him. Now the dogs had us really where they wanted us and they took advantage of it. Both dogs began to pound into us faster and faster. The knots never left our holes, but it didn’t seem to matter to the dogs. They just kept driving into us harder.

Another part of the assault that hurt also was the dog’s nails kept scratching my back and sides. His paws started out on my back then slowly slipped to my sides. Each time the dog would force himself up, his nails would slide down my side. When the paws got to my hips the dog would readjust them to try to grab my ribs then they would rake my sides again. This went on the entire time he had me impaled.

The rain continued to pour down on the four of us while each dog pummeled us. The nightmare seemed to go on forever until the dog behind me made a familiar hard lurch and I felt his doggy-cum being shot into my bowels. Minutes later, Kyle’s dog also finished his business in him.

Each of the dogs, having finished their business with us, apparently tried to climb off of us. Two things prevented this from happening; the collars linked together and the knots still embedded in our backsides. Whenever they tried to pull away, it sent shards of pain from my overstretched cock and through my torn asshole.

Finally, the man walked over to us and held the dogs down until the knots had subsided enough to disengage them from us. When the dog’s cock had slipped out of my ass, I felt the warm dog-cum ooze its way down my legs. The thought of it almost made me sick to my stomach. The cum never dried on our legs, thanks to the rain.

After he led the dogs away, Kyle and I were left alone again. We both knew from experience that our mom wasn’t going to untie us until that evening. We had to spend the entire day tied up in the rain. It wasn’t long before the same man returned.

This time, he had two different type of dogs with him; a Great Dane and a Dalmatian. I prayed for the Dalmatian. I didn’t get my prayer; I got the larger dog. My already sore asshole wasn’t ready for another round of dog, but it got it anyway. This time, though the man started with me and the Great Dane.

When the dog hit its mark, it sent another wave of tortuous pain through my preteen body. Kyle saw was coming and closed his eyes, but he couldn’t close his ears as I screamed bloody murder into the ball gag again. By this time, both mine and Kyle’s ball gags had very deep teeth marks.

The dog started out as the shepherd had; a quick, violent slice, followed by long, hard, powerful strokes. This time, though, the Dane’s cock was larger, as was the knot. I dreaded that moment of truth. I whimpered uselessly as this dog fucked his “bitch” as well.

When the time came to impale the knot inside my nether hole, I wasn’t ready. The pain was nothing short of excruciating. Again I screamed and cried. I begged anyone to take this pain away from me; I no longer wanted it. This was just too much.

As with the first dog, this one also dug his nails into my sides. But when he got to my hips, instead of returning to my ribs to get a better grip, he just stayed there. His paws would slip from their holds occasionally, and he would put them right back in the same place. Since Kyle and I are kind of skinny, his nails bit into the flesh covering our pelvises.

After planting his knot inside my anus, it was time to really go to work on me. His hips began working overtime as he strained to reach his climax. Following many tortuous thrusts from his hips, he, thankfully, made his largest thrust and sent his doggy seed deep inside me.

When his climax subsided, he flopped down on my back and rested, very much like a human would. He didn’t try to pull his knot out, which I was thankful for, nor did he try to leave. He just laid there waiting for the man to get him.

When the Dalmatian was finished with my twin, the man walked out and pulled the two dogs off us again. The man left the house for a while and returned sometime later with two more sets of two dogs.

When the day was over, Kyle and I had been “bitches” to four German Shepherds, a Great Dane, a Dalmatian, two pit bulls, two large Boxers, and two Irish Setters. There was more doggy cum on the ground that day than concrete. I could see blood mixed with the cum when our mom released us.

When we were finished with a wonderfully hot shower, Kyle and I walked back to the living room where our parents waited for us. After Mom put some lotion on our cuts from the dogs’ paws, we had to talk to them.

“Mom? Dad?” They responded with a hum. “Kyle and me don’t wanna do this no more. Please don’t make us.” I was crying my eyes out as I pleaded with them.

It was our dad that answered.

“Didn’t like the dogs, huh?” We shook our heads, no. “Well, we’ll see,” he said.

“They really hurt, Dad,” Kyle sniffled to him.

“I see, Kyle, but you both wanted to do this, remember?” We nodded, shyly, looking at the ground.

“Yeah, but Dad, look at the scratches,” I whined.

“Fair enough, Karl, fair enough. What if we put mittens on the dogs’ paws?”

“It’s not just that, Dad,” Kyle jumped in, “those knots really hurt our butts when they went in.”

“Well, Son, your mom and I had already talked, and we’ve decided that the only time that you two will have to do this is when it is raining hard. This way, it will wash away the dog’s semen and no one will be out walking around to see it. Also, you won’t have to do it very much, but you will still have to do it. You either agree to this or, we will make it an every Friday thing. Your choice.”

We nodded at the agreement, not that we had much choice in the matter.

“Good, now because this was your first time with the dogs, you can sleep normally if you want.”

“We don’t mind that, Dad.”

“Then get ready for bed, boys.”

We slept in the top bunk in a 69 again, but this time, Kyle was on top of me. Good night.

More to cum if there’s continued interest.