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Animal Cruelty



   By Ed Rider



   I heard Dorothy's scream from my back yard.  It was so loud that it felt
like she was screaming into my ear.  My body bounced in the air, and my
eyes opened wide.

   I had been dozing in my lounge chair in the shade of a tree.  It was a
warm day, but there was a cool breeze.  That and a cold beer had combined
to put me into a bedroom with mirrors everywhere and a blonde with huge
breasts who was licking slowly down my chest, heading toward paydirt.

   But now the blonde was gone, and I looked around nervously when I heard
Dorothy's second scream.  This one ended in a loud sob.  I jumped up and
ran through my house, out the front door, across the street and up the
steps to her porch.  I looked down to see her lying at my feet.  Her
beautiful chest was rising and falling as she gasped for air between sobs.

   "What happened, Dorothy," I yelled.  "Should I call 911?"

   She looked up at me, and I saw her makeup smeared across her face and
tears streaming from her eyes.  Then she put her head back down and
continued sobbing.

   That's when I saw her head was lying on Loverboy, and she had her arms
around his neck.  The big schnauzer was squirming beneath her and
whimpering in pain.  I squatted down to get a closer look.

   "What's wrong with Loverboy?" I asked.

   Dorothy lifted her head and between sobs blurted out, "It's that
bastard, Jerry." Then she buried her face in Loverboy's side again.

   "Wait a minute," I said.  "Calm down.  You aren't doing Loverboy any
good by being hysterical.  Tell me what happened."

   I liked Dorothy.  She was a college student renting the house across the
street with three other girls.  All four of them were hot, but even though
I had only graduated two years ago, they treated me like an older brother.
As I got to know them, I found out they were serious students who also
liked to have a good time.  On weekdays, they burned the candles late
studying, but on weekends, their house seemed to be full of boys every hour
of the day and night.

   Dorothy was the animal lover of the four.  She was a vegetarian, and she
adored her large schnauzer.  I often saw her walking around the
neighborhood with the dog or jogging with him in the park.  She treated him
like one of her girlfriends.

   But Loverboy was all male.  Lots of people had told her to have him
fixed, but she wouldn't do it, because she thought it was cruel to mutilate
her best friend.  The trouble was, Loverboy had a strong sex drive, and it
was always embarrassing her.  Anyone who got near him was in danger of
being humped until she pulled him off.  Loverboy wasn't his original name,
but the first time someone called him that, the name stuck.

   Dorothy even went as far as finding a doggie bordello for him.  It was a
breeding operation on the east side of town, and the owners bred Loverboy
or at least allowed him to enjoy their bitches for a few hours whenever she
saved up enough money to take him there.

   That didn't satisfy Loverboy for long, and within a few days, he was
humping furniture and people's legs again.  The roommates and boys who came
to the house learned to put up with him.

   "You're right, Ben," said Dorothy, sitting up and facing me.  "This
isn't helping." She took her arms from around Loverboy's head and put one
hand on his heaving side, where she patted and stroked him as she spoke.

   "I want to kill Jerry," she said emphatically.

   "Slow down," I said.  "Tell me exactly what happened." Jerry lived by
himself in the bungalow next to the girls, and I didn't like him.  I didn't
care that he was a weird dude and kept mostly to himself.  But he seemed to
enjoy making trouble for people.

   The parties at the girls' house were never really loud, and some nights
I even got aroused imagining what was going on in the silent house at 2
a.m. when all the cars were parked on the street.  But they were too loud
for Jerry, who called the cops and complained several times.  When the cops
showed up and saw there was nothing wrong, they were angry, and now they
didn't respond to his calls anymore.

   If Jerry saw someone hosing down a driveway and it wasn't on a permitted
day, he'd call the authorities.  Every time he had a chance to stick it to
someone, he seemed delighted to take that chance.  I stayed as far away
from him as possible.

   "I was about to take Loverboy for a walk, but as I was putting on his
leash, Jerry walked by and Loverboy bolted," said Dorothy.  "He was feeling
frisky and ran over to Jerry and started humping his leg." She began
sobbing again, and couldn't go on for a few seconds.

   "Right in front of my eyes, I saw Jerry kick his leg out and send
Loverboy flying.  But then he went after him and kicked him viciously
between his legs.  I was in shock and just stood there as Loverboy
screamed. Then Jerry walked up to him and kicked him in the balls again and
calmly went into his house.  I wanted to run after him and tear him to
pieces, but I had to take care of Loverboy." The tears began to flow again.

   "What a sadistic bastard!" I said angrily.  I got up and walked over to
Jerry's front door and rang the bell.

   In a couple of seconds, he opened the door and looked at me.  "What do
you want?" he said calmly with a smirk on his face.

   "I want you to apologize to Dorothy for what you did, you asshole," I
said, "and if I ever hear about you going anywhere near that dog again, I'm
going to smash your face in."

   He wasn't bothered in the slightest by my threat.  Without raising his
voice or wiping the smirk off his face, he said, "You don't have to worry
about me.  I didn't go near that dog today.  He came to me for some
training, which I was glad to give him.  I don't think he'll do that again,
but tell Dorothy that if he does, I'm ready to train him some more.  That
dog is a public nuisance."

   I stood there fuming, trying to come up with something to scare him or
at least get him angry, but I couldn't think of anything.  Finally, I said,
"You're going to be sorry for this someday," and turned around and walked
away.  I felt stupid a second after I made my vague threat.  I walked fast
because I didn't want to hear his putdown, but he just laughed and closed
the door.

   When I got back to Dorothy, she was pretty much recovered.  One of her
roommates had come home and was comforting her.  Even Loverboy seemed to
have perked up and was licking her hand.

   I was still steaming as I headed back to my house, and I knew I wouldn't
be able to relax in my backyard anymore that day because I'd keep thinking
about Jerry and how ineffectual I had been.

   A few days later, I was over at the girls' house after I came home from
work, having a beer and talking with two of them, not Dorothy, when we all
saw Jerry walking past their house.

   "There goes an evil man," said one of them.  "He should be punished for
his evil."

   "You're right," said the other roommate, "but how?"

   "I don't know.  I wish I could think of something that wasn't illegal,
or at least wouldn't get us in trouble."

   That's where the conversation about Jerry ended, but their words were
enough to get my mind going.  I think of myself as a good guy, but
sometimes I surprise myself by fantasizing some pretty horrible things to
do to people who jerk me around.  Of course, I'd be in prison if I ever
followed through on any of my fantasies.

   This time, I let my imagination run wild for a few days and wrote down
everything I could think of.  I discarded the violent ideas first and then
the ones that would result in heavy fines or picking up trash on the
highway in an orange jumpsuit.

   There were a few left that I tweaked this way and that but never enough
to satisfy me.  I felt frustrated, and then a bolt of inspiration hit me.
It was the perfect punishment for Jerry.  It absolutely fit the crime, and
it would teach him a lesson.  I even worked out a way to prevent him from
getting back at us.

   Yes, us, because I would need help to carry this off.  I didn't want to
get too many people involved.  The four girls across the street would be
enough.  I wondered how they would react to my crazy idea.

   The next afternoon, I saw Dorothy walking Loverboy when I came home.  I
went over to her and said, "You're not going to believe this, but I think
I've found a way to punish Jerry and make sure he never bothers any of you,
or Loverboy, again."

   She was excited at my words.  "What is it?" she asked.

   "I need to tell all four of you at the same time," I said.  "I know all
of you are all over the place with classes and jobs, but this is something
that would have to be planned out and done together.  If your roommates are
as interested as you and I are, let me know and I'll come over and talk to
all of you."

   I got a call from her that night.  "Can you come over tomorrow at 7
p.m.?" she asked.  "We'll all be here."

   "I'll see you then," I said.



   The next night I gave them the gist of my idea.  "I hope all of you are
OK with me talking graphically about sex," I said when we were sitting
around the kitchen table.  They all looked at each other and at me.

   "If not, I can't go on," I said.

   "It's OK," said Dorothy after getting nods from the other three, "but
you're sounding pretty strange."

   "By the time I'm through, you'll think I'm pretty sick," I replied,
"because my plan is all about Loverboy's gonads.  Loverboy doesn't
understand revenge like we humans do.  But he does get worked up over one
thing." The girls giggled.

   "My idea is that since Jerry kicked Loverboy in the gonads, wouldn't it
be fitting if Loverboy's gonads were his punishment?  What I want to do is
let Loverboy screw Jerry in the ass."

   I stopped there and waited for a response.  The girls seemed to be
stunned and didn't know what to say.  Dorothy broke the silence.  "That
would be amazing," she said, "but how in the world?"

   "That's where we have to use our brains," I said.  "I have a few ideas,
and I bet the four of you can come up with a lot more.  We don't want to
rush into this, and we're not going to do it unless we all agree on a plan
that we think will work."

   "But isn't that illegal?" said one of the roommates.  "He could put us
in jail."

   "You're right," I said.  "I thought of that.  That would be the biggest
chance we would take.  My idea is to record everything on video.  After
we're done, we'll give Jerry a copy and tell him that if he presses
charges, his date with Loverboy will be all over the world within minutes.
When we explain to the judge why we did it, I don't think we'll get more
than probation and a few months of community service.  But he'll be
humiliated for the rest of his life.

   "What do you think, girls?  Do you think he won't care that everyone in
town will watch that video?  I really don't know the guy."

   "I don't know him much either," said one of the roommates, "but from the
few times I've dealt with him, I think he really thinks he's hot stuff and
better than everybody else.  I'm sure he'd die rather than be embarrassed
like that."

   The other girls all agreed vehemently.  They were starting to get
excited about my idea.

   Dorothy got out a piece of paper and a pencil, and we started working on
the plan.  It took us three long sessions and lots of beer and laughter to
finish the plan.  By the time we were done a week later, the four of us had
become as thick as thieves.



   The night of the plot, it was warm and humid, and the girls and I were
dressed casually.  They were a lot more casual than I was.  We all wore
shorts, but their shorts were so short and tight that their cheeks were
almost more out than in.  It was the same up front.  They are all stacked
and were wearing halter tops that they were almost falling out of.  I don't
know if this was by chance, but they looked so similar that their getups
seemed like some kind of uniform, like they were cocktail waitresses at a
strip club.

   It started off with Dorothy jiggling out her front door with a piece of
computer paper and walking to Jerry's front door.  She pulled a small roll
of duct tape out of her pocket and firmly taped the paper to his door. 
Then she rang the bell and slowly walked back to her house with much
swaying of her caboose.

   When Jerry opened the door, the first thing he saw was her amazing round
shimmying butt as she walked away.  Then he noticed the paper on the door.
It was a dark night, but there was enough moonlight for me to watch him
from my window as he read the three words printed on it in large letters:
"Beware of asshole."

   I saw him rip it off his door and set off after Dorothy, who walked into
her house and shut the door.  He must have been steaming, but he pretended
to be calm as he marched up to the girls' door and rang the bell.  I
quietly left my house, crossed the street and watched him from behind a
tree in their front yard.

   Dorothy answered the door and opened it wide.  "Why hello, Jerry," she
said in an exaggeratedly friendly way.  I heard her trying to hide the
excitement in her voice, but he was so angry that I don't think he noticed.
I saw that she was standing just inside the threshold but was pushing her
chest forward so that her breasts were nearly out of her halter top.  It
didn't seem to faze Jerry.

   In his usual nasty voice, he said, "You are in big trouble.  Do you know
what the penalty is for vandalism?"

   He was about to continue, but Dorothy raised her hand and gently pressed
two of her fingers against his lips.  I was impressed with how cool she
was. "Shhhh," she said.  "Why don't you come in and we can talk about it?"

   For a moment, Jerry was stunned by her fingers on his lips and didn't
get what she was saying.  But then he lifted his right arm and swatted her
hand away from his face.  His voice was a little louder now as he started
to reply.  "Not on your life," he said and then he stopped as he realized
the other three girls had come around the sides of the house and were now
standing behind him with arms out, pushing him and moving quickly toward
the doorway.  Dorothy got out of the way, and I heard his voice sputter as
he disappeared into the house.  The door was still wide open, and I walked
inside and closed it behind me.

   When I got to the family room, he was on the floor with one roommate
sitting on his stomach and another sitting on his face.  I wondered what
the view was like through the skimpy shorts.  Dorothy was almost squealing
with excitement as she turned to me.  "See, Ben, I told you we didn't need
your help to invite him to our party," she said.

   "You were right, Dorothy," I said.  "It looks like you've got everything
under control."

   One of the roommates had left and now returned holding a ball gag.  She
and Dorothy got on each side of his head and gave a signal to the girl
sitting on his face.  As she got up, Dorothy quickly pushed the ball into
his gasping mouth, while her roommate pulled the band over his head and
tightened it.  We heard the loud sound of him sucking in air through the
small hole in the middle of the ball.

   We had decided that Dorothy was going to be the spokesman for the
evening.  She had worked on what she was going to say and was holding a
printout.  But she soon put it aside, because she knew exactly what she
wanted to say and how she wanted to sound.  It was her idea to be playful
instead of angry.

   "Jerry," she said.  "We invited you tonight to a special party.  I know
you are probably worried right now, but all we're going to do is have some
fun, play some games and enjoy ourselves.  We're not sadistic monsters like
some people we know.  We're just college girls who like to have fun.  We
don't do drugs and not much alcohol.  Which leaves just one thing.

   "We like to dress sexy and act sexy and have great sex.  It helps us
deal with the stress of school and makes us feel positive and good about
everything.  We were thinking that maybe you're not as friendly and
positive as we are because we never invited you to any of our parties and
you haven't been getting enough sex.  So we decided to have a special party
for you tonight.  Everyone who lives here is invited, and also Ben from
across the street."

   As she spoke, Jerry got his breath back and was now trying to say
something, but only muffled sounds came through the gag.

   "It sounds like you are excited about the party," Dorothy said, "so
let's get started.  But before we do, you have to tell us something.  We'd
like to take the gag off of you, because we know that it's hard to breathe
through that little hole.  So if you promise not to make any noise, we'll
take it off.  What do you say?"

   One of the girls pulled the ball a little bit away from his mouth. 
"Help!" he screamed, and she let the ball snap back into his mouth.

   "Well, I guess we have your answer," said Dorothy.  "But think about it.
We don't want to have one of those loud parties that you don't like.  If
you change your mind about not making noise, you can let us know by
slapping the floor or anything that's nearby three times with your hand,
and we'll take the gag off.  Of course, we don't mean you should slap us."
She and the other girls giggled.

   "OK, now I think we'll need your help for a moment Ben," she said. 
"Let's bring Jerry over here.  She pointed to the hassock.  It was my
hassock that I had brought over, and it was on ball-bearing rollers that I
had cleaned and oiled well so that if I just flicked the hassock with my
finger, it would quickly roll across the hardwood floor.

   I helped the girls lift Jerry and carry him to the hassock.  He
struggled a little, but he saw it was useless, so he decided to just be
dead weight.  We lay him face down across the hassock.  It rolled so much
that we had to work hard.  Finally, we got him in position, and two of the
girls and I held him steady while Dorothy wrapped two sheets around him and
the hassock several times.  After she tucked the ends of the sheets in
under him, he was held tight, but she also wrapped a rope around him and
tied it.

   Then she took his hands in hers and pulled them forward as she sat down
in front of him and the rest of us stood up.  He tried to resist, and she
let go of his hands.  Although he was held tight at his chest by the sheets
wrapped around him, his knees and feet were on the floor, and as he
squirmed, the hassock began rolling.

   When he realized that he could move around by crawling, he lifted his
head and looked around while sucking in air through the hole in the gag. 
He grabbed the hassock with his hands and aimed it at the entrance to the
kitchen and started quickly rolling it in that direction.  One of the girls
got up and blocked his way.  He quickly changed direction and aimed at
another exit from the room, and another girl got in his way.  There was
only one more way out, and when he tried that and was blocked again, he
began rolling frantically in one direction and then another.

   Watching him, everyone began laughing.  Finally, Dorothy went over and
stopped his rolling with one hand.  His head dropped down over the edge of
the hassock and we saw his shoulders shake.  When she lifted his head, we
saw tears of frustration in his eyes.

   "That was great, Jerry," said Dorothy.  "You've already figured out your
moves for our game.  Just a couple more things, and then we'll be ready. 
First, let's get you more comfortable with some pillows." She nodded to one
of the roommates who came to the hassock and stuffed a few foam pillows
under his chest and stomach.  They lifted the front of his body up, so that
he was facing forward instead of falling over the edge.  He was able to put
his face down into one of the pillows, for turn it sideways and rest on the
pillow.  Or he could lift his face slightly to look ahead.  At the moment,
he head was lifted and looking at Dorothy.

   She leaned forward and pulled her halter top away from her breasts and
they fell right before his eyes.  "As you can see Jerry," she said, "we've
all slipped into something more comfortable for the party, so you can do
the same thing." She tucked her breasts back into the halter top and joined
the other girls behind him who were unbuckling his belt, unzipping him and
pulling his pants down as he tried to kick them and roll away from them. 
They took off his shoes and soon his pants and underwear were flying across
the room.  He was buck naked from the waist down now.  His shirt and socks
were still on.

   One of the girls reached to where his penis was dangling and grasped it.
He tried to avoid her and roll away, but she held him firmly and began
moving her fist up and down it.

   "Wow!" said Dorothy.  "You've got a big package.  I thought you were
probably tiny and that's why you weren't having any fun.  But obviously
that's not your problem.  We should have invited you over long before
this." The girls giggled, and Jerry squirmed.

   "Now we just need to make a couple of adjustments and we're ready to
start our party game," Dorothy said.  Two of the girls busied themselves
around his knees and thighs with some sashes and belts and one of them left
the room and came back to get something and brought it to Dorothy.

   When they moved away from him, I saw what they had done.  They had
pulled his legs wide apart, so his rear cheeks were spread wide open.  His
anus was now clearly visible in the middle of his hairy crack.  Sashes
around his thighs that were tied under the hassock kept his legs apart.  He
could still move them, but he couldn't bring them together.

   His knees were still on the floor, but he now had kneepads over them to
protect them.  His arms were still free.  He grabbed the hassock with his
hands and began rolling again.  The girls and I watched him roll around and
try to get away from them for a few minutes before stopping him.

   "We're almost done," said Dorothy.  "The last thing is this blanket to
keep you warm." She held up a hide with fur on one side.

   "I borrowed it from a dog breeder.  It's made from the skins of several
bitches who were killed in accidents, and it's perfumed with secretions
taken from other bitches when they were in heat.  The breeder uses it to
arouse male dogs when he wants them to mate." She threw the hide over him.
It covered part of his back.  She used a few large safety pins to attach it
to his shirt.

   His eyes opened wide, and suddenly there was a loud sound like three
thunderclaps in the quiet room.  He was slapping the hassock.

   "That's great, Jerry," said Dorothy.  "I'm glad you've decided to enjoy
the party without that uncomfortable gag.  Remember now.  Keep your voice
low."

   When his gag was removed, he took a few deep breaths and then started
talking in a low voice.  Every few seconds, it got louder and more shrill,
but then he quieted down again, took a few breaths and kept talking.  We
all listened to him.

   "Please, Dorothy, don't do this.  I won't tell anyone about this.  I
won't report any vandalism.  I promise.  I'll even sign something if you
want.  I won't ever report your noisy parties again.  I'll leave you all
alone.  I'll sign a paper.  I can give you some money, too.  Please don't
do this."

   He went on and on in that vein, repeating himself, sometimes adding new
things as he thought of them and repeating them.

   The girls listened to him quietly for a while, and then Dorothy put two
fingers to his lips and said, "Hush now, Jerry.  Don't be afraid.  We're
all going to have a good time, and I promise you that you are going to have
a great orgasm.  One of my boyfriends at school showed me something, and I
guarantee it will drive you wild."

   She turned to one of her roommates and said, "Do you have the lube?" She
poured a generous portion into her hands and reached under him.  One hand
went around his limply hanging member and the other around his testicles.
The girls and I watched her as the two hands started moving in different
directions, pulling, stroking and manipulating.  The hassock began moving
in little jerks, forward, backward, side to side.  Jerry was looking
straight ahead.  His eyes were wild, and he began to breathe heavily.

   I looked at Dorothy.  She was breathing heavily, too, and her face was
getting red.  I looked around and saw the other girls looking and sounding
just like her.

   When Jerry's pelvis began thrusting against Dorothy's hands, she quickly
stopped and pulled them away.  A small groan came from him, as Dorothy
said, "Don't worry, Jerry.  This is what I learned.  I need to get you all
worked up and then stop and wait until you're limp again.  Then I have to
repeat and repeat until I see that you are ready for a giant orgasm.  And
that's when I'm going to make you explode.  I need some more lube here."

   She got her lube and started again.  This time the hand manipulating his
testicles pulled them back and let them go and then went between his cheeks
that were pulled apart.  She put a finger into his anus, and the hassock
jumped into the air with his reaction.  "More lube," she said, and pulled
out the finger, getting another jerking reaction.  She had a roommate
squirt a little lube at his anus and then pushed it in with two fingers. 
Meanwhile her other hand was pumping his penis.  When Jerry began thrusting
into her hand again, she pulled her fingers out and let go of his penis.

   A louder moan came from Jerry, and he said, "When you stop, my balls
hurt."

   "I'm glad you told me that, Jerry," said Dorothy.  "That means we're
almost there.  You're a sexy guy.  It takes a lot more time to stimulate
most of my boyfriends."

   When his member went limp, she started pumping it again and, at the same
time, she pushed more lube into his anus.  When she stopped this time,
Jerry winced in pain.  "That should do it," she said.  "Now you're ready
for the real thing."

   "Now, listen, Jerry.  Remember when I said, all the people who live here
were invited to our party.  Well, we can't forget Loverboy, can we?

   "Some people aren't nice to him, but we all love him.  I haven't taken
him to the breeder to have a play date with the bitches for two weeks now,
and he's really frustrated.  We'd like to make sure he has a good time at
the party and gets a good orgasm, just like you're going to get.

   "So we've set up a little game.  When I bring him in here, he's going to
smell the bitch hide on your back and go crazy.  He'll jump on top of you
and start pumping as fast as he can.

   "Have you ever seen the tool of a large schnauzer?  Loverboy is at least
10 inches long when he's aroused, and attached to the 10 inches is a ball
which is called a knot that's about three inches in diameter, about the
size of my fist.

   "For Loverboy, there's no such thing as foreplay As soon as he's hard,
he's moving back and forth so fast that you can barely see his thing unless
you film it in slow motion, which we are going to do.  It's as fast as a
hummingbird, but with a lot more power.

   "That's why I stuck a lot of lube inside you.  If he gets his thing into
you, it will be all the way in and out before you can even take a breath.

   "At least that's what he does with bitches.  I've never seen him mate
with a man, so I'm curious to see what happens.  With the bitches, he goes
at full speed trying to drive that big knot in so he can spurt.  The
lubricant will help you to handle the knot, so it won't tear you open and
make you bleed.  At least, that's what we hope.

   "If he gets the knot in, you'll be attached for half an hour, even after
he spurts.  That's the most interesting part, because now it's like he's
two different dogs.  One part of him is stuck inside you and can't get out,
and the other part is looking around because he's finished and has a short
attention span.  I've seen him turn around with his knot inside a bitch and
move his legs over her until he's facing the opposite direction from her.
Sometimes he gets so interested in something else that he'll start moving
toward it, dragging the whining bitch behind him with his knot.

   "If he gets into you and knots with you, we're going to play some more
games and see if we can get him to pull you and the hassock around the
house with his knot.  You'll need to move backwards quickly when he starts
walking to keep the knot from hurting your rear.  If he pulls hard enough
to pull it out, your anus will definitely tear open, and we'll have to
bring you to the emergency room for stitches.  So be prepared to move
backward fast.

   "After he's soft and his thing falls out of you, we'll clean you up and
get you home.  We have a party favor for you, but we won't have it ready
for a few days.  It's the video that we're making of our game.

   "Did you notice all the lights and the cameras in this room.  We have
been recording everything already from lots of angles.  Did you know that
Ben is a cameraman for a TV news show and has access to professional
equipment?  He's even volunteered for a really slimy assignment.

   "He's going to crawl under you with his bodycam and record close up as
Loverboy tries to consummate with you.  That's going to be hard because
you'll be moving, Loverboy will be moving and the lubricant will be
leaking.

   "If you've been listening closely, you've been hearing me say one word a
lot, the word `if.' Because even though we would love for Loverboy and you
to both get satisfaction tonight, we're not certain it will happen because
it depends on how you play the game.  Here's how the game works.

   "You are attached to the hassock and can roll anywhere you want. 
Loverboy will try to hold you still and stick his high-speed battering ram
into you.  It's like a game of dodgeball.  You need to dodge him.  We've
decided that the game will last for 15 minutes.  If you can dodge him that
long, you win and Loverboy has to be frustrated for a few more days until I
can get him to the breeder.  We'll still enjoy watching you in action.

   "If Loverboy can get into you, well, I've already told you what will
happen.  One last thing.  I don't know if you've noticed, but we've brought
every flat screen TV in the house here, and they're all on stands on the
floor so you can see them.  Ben brought a couple also, so we've got six
altogether.  Whatever direction you go, you'll be able to see at least one.

   "Look at the one front of you now.  See Ben crawling under you.  See how
clear your asshole looks.  You can even see the shiny lubricant inside you.
In a second, you'll see a blinding flash of 10-inch dog penis start poking
at your ass.

   "You can watch the monitors to see which way it goes and figure out how
to dodge it.  It may sting a little if it rams into your cheeks or your
balls, but that will be nothing compared to what you'll feel if Loverboy
manages to get it into you.  And don't forget, if he succeeds, that huge
knot is waiting to open you up wider than you can believe.

   "Oh good.  Hi, Loverboy.  Welcome to the party.  Yes, my good boy,
you're all excited.  See the bitch we have for you.  Her name is Jerry, and
she's ready, but I'm not going to help you.  You have to take charge, big
boy, and show her who's the Loverboy."

   When Loverboy pounced, Jerry didn't wait.  The hassock was moving
quickly in every direction.  I did my best to move with it, and as the
lubricant started leaking out of him, it was actually easier because my
back was sliding on a carpet of grease.

   "Five minutes," I heard Dorothy say.  Jerry was like a wild man.  As
Loverboy moved left and right to reach his hole, he managed to jerk and
twist and roll just enough so Loverboy was either stabbing into thin air or
into one of Jerry's cheeks.

   "Ten minutes," said Dorothy, and then she said, "Oh, Jerry.  I almost
forgot that huge orgasm I promised you."

   She came to where the hassock was, now in a corner of the room.  I don't
think Jerry saw her because he was concentrating on the monitor to dodge
Loverboy.  When she touched him, he shrieked and tried to jerk away.  But
she grasped his penis and started working on it with one hand while her
other hand massaged and pulled at his testicles.  She didn't try to hold
him still, so now all four of us were sliding around in the grease: me with
my camera underneath him, Jerry and the hassock, Loverboy and Dorothy.

   "Can someone bring another camera down here," Dorothy said.  "I want Ben
to concentrate on Loverboy's penis, but I also want a video of Jerry
coming." In a second, one of her roommates was sliding around the floor
next to me aiming a camera at Dorothy's hands working on Jerry's package. I
glanced in that direction for a second, and I saw that she already had him
at full mast and her hands were moving fast.

   Then I focused on what was happening at Jerry' rear.  He was still
moving, but his movements were less fluid and more jerky.  He was breathing
hard and trying to concentrate on the TV monitor, but I saw him blink his
eyes and shake his head every once in a while.  He was having trouble
focusing on Loverboy's dangerous cylinder as Dorothy worked him.

   He started talking to himself, but spoke only one word, "No." He was
speaking faster and faster and his movements were more and more out of
control.  "No, no, no, no, no, nooooooooooooo." The last long no was
followed by a scream as I saw Loverboy's long tool bury itself in his ass,
pull out quickly and slam back in again, over and over.  It was moving so
fast, it was like a blur, but I was prepared and had been shooting slo-mo
as soon as I got under Jerry.

   Dorothy stood up.  As I was getting all the action of Loverboy slamming
in and out of Jerry, I heard her talking above me.

   "That a boy, Loverboy.  Are you happy now?  Yes, this is the bad man who
hurt you, but now he's a good little bitch for you.  Yes, boy, enjoy him.
He already had his fun.  You should have seen his sperm gushing into my
hands.  I don't think he'll ever forget that orgasm.  He stopped moving to
enjoy it a split second too long, didn't he, boy?  That was long enough for
you.  You knew what to do.  Now it's your turn to have fun.

   "I don't think I've ever seen you move this fast.  I can't wait to see
you get your knot into Jerry and start dragging him around.  This is the
best party we've ever had in this house.  Wow!  Look at you!"

   As she talked, her breathing got faster.  She started panting -- as if
she herself was a bitch in heat -- and I heard panting from her roommates,
who were gathered around Loverboy, Jerry and me.

   Jerry had started saying "No" again when he first felt Loverboy's knot
pushing at his anus.  In a minute, there was a squishy sound and more
lubricant came down on me as I saw the knot go in and heard Jerry scream.

   I crawled out from under him and began shooting the dog and the man
knotted together.  As I quickly glanced around the room, I saw the four
girls entranced by the scene.  They were all red faced as they called to
Loverboy and he moved a leg over Jerry so he was facing away him and toward
the girls.  When he saw the snacks they were holding, he began dragging
Jerry and the hassock behind him with his knot while he ran around the room
after the girls.

   Everything proceeded as Dorothy had described it.  There was a lot of
screaming each time Loverboy jerked Jerry in a different direction.  Even
after Loverboy's tool finally fell out, Jerry couldn't stop sobbing as the
girls cleaned him up, dressed him and walked him home.  I saw him wince
with pain at every step he took.

   In a few minutes, they were back, and we all looked at each other.  I
was smiling, and so were they.  Their smiles were lurid and lascivious. 
They looked hotter than ever, and they were all staring at me and taking
deep breaths.

   After a minute, Dorothy stood up and got between me and the other three.
"Sorry, girls," she said.  "He's my friend.  You'll have to make some
calls." I heard them sighing behind me as she took my hand and led me to
her bedroom.  

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