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Heres my 10 chapter designated Chapter 9a becasue it is a segment of a  
parallel plot line that contains beastiality and may not be suitable for some  
groups.
 
Brutal Truckers #9a
 
Warning!
Disclaimer to readers; This is a side plot line to the Brutal  Trucker Sex 
series containing male human/male canine sex.  It is intended  as a stand alone 
series of two chapters which is why it is numbered 9a with the  next numbered 
9b.  This story is a departure for me but it is important to  accurately 
reflect these events as they actually happened and thus it contains  sexual 
activity between a male Homo sapien and a male Canis domsestica.  If  this type of 
activity offends the gentle reader you are advised to not read this  story and 
perhaps check out the Brutal Trucker Sex series in future  installments.  Feel 
free to write with comment or suggestions.  I am a  receptive person as these 
stories surely reflect.  _danhol900@aol.com_ (mailto:danhol900@aol.com) 
 
Recap of Chapter 9 for context:
 
"The look on Blackmore's face told me even before Mr. Spignotti's words  
that the suit was in fact still pristine clean.  Mr. Spignotti pulled out  
painfully, peeled off his cum-filled condom and threw it on the floor in front  of 
me.  All eyes were on the bloated condom and I knew what I had to do  without 
being told.  I picked up the slime covered latex tube and putting  the open end 
to my lips, I sucked every drop of Mr. Spignotti's precious  superior cum 
into my mouth.  With a look of amusement he turned me around  to face him on my 
knees and playfully ruffled my blond hair saying, "That's a  great fuck hole 
you got there, kid.  I wonder how well I did turning you  into a real bitch 
like your bud Blackmore over there suggested.  What do  you say, bitch, did I do 
a good job?"  I wasn't sure whether he meant his  fucking or turning me into 
a real bitch but my instincts told me this was not a  man to disagree with.  I 
nodded my head and said, "You did a great job,  Sir" as an evil grin spread 
across his face.  He stood with dignity and  poise and slowly zipped up his 
trousers turned to Joe Bruno saying, "Well Joe,  what do you say?  Do you think 
Titus here sees this piece of street trash  as a real bitch yet?"  Bruno 
replied, "To be honest Sir, he'll need to see  the bitch used more like a dog 
would use 'em.  Want a demonstration,  Sir?"  Mr. Spignotti just nodded yes as 
the room became deathly quiet and  the smell of sweat, dog and testosterone 
filled the midnight air of the  warehouse of Spignotti and Sons of Jersey City New 
Jersey..."
 
Brutal Trucker Sex Chapter 9a:
I was 18 years old, just out of high  school and in the middle of an unusual 
interview for a warehouse position at  Spignotti and Sons Distribution Center 
of Jersey City, NJ.  I was being  considered for the position of warehouse 
trucker slut and had passed muster with  the highly educated Armani-suited 
executive board of the association in the  board room, a gang of about 30 of my 
potential colleagues (the nastiest,  sweatiest, unshaven and horniest truckers 
this side of the Mississippi) and had  even managed to bring a smile to the face 
of the strong, demanding, Sicilian  owner Mr. Anthony J. Spignotti after much 
consternation and exertion exertion on  my part.  Blackmore, a particularly 
sadistic trucker had suggested to Mr.  Spignotti that he turn me into a "real 
bitch" and the owner liked this idea a  lot.  This leads to my current 
introduction to Joe Bruno, head of security  at Spignotti and Sons and one of the guard 
dogs, a German Shepard named  Titus.
 
"You see, Sir," Joe Bruno began like a professor lecturing a class, "Titus  
here is really just an animal, he doesn't think, he doesn't reason, he only  
responds to instincts."  I got the feeling that Mr. Spignotti would not  
normally let someone lecture him but a kind of testosterone-drenched fuck-filled  
afterglow seemed to descend upon him after he'd fucked me so viscously,  
softening his attitude.  The nod, half closed sleepy gaze and knowing  smile on his 
face told me that he thought Mr. Bruno could just as easily be  talking about 
the truckers around us as about Titus.
 
Joe's lecture continued, "An animal like Titus uses all his senses to  
identify a bitch in heat.  Dogs are naturally competitive and if he sees me  fucking 
this skanky, slime-filled hole", he nodded condescendingly at me, "then  
he'll see this piece of shit scum-bag as a bitch for his dick too.  But he  needs 
to use his eyes, his ears and his nose to convince his dick that this is a  
hole worthy of his seed".  Mr. Spignotti seemed to understand as he stepped  
back and said, "Have at the fuckwadd, Bruno.  Turn the fucker into a real  bitch, 
right before these god damned fuckin bastards' eyes".  There was a  new total 
silence in the Trucker's Lounge as Mr. Bruno set to his task.
 
The first thing he did was release Titus from his leash.  Now Titus  was a 
trained attack dog and the truckers all knew this as they backed away from  the 
released animal.  Titus surveyed his surroundings as if checking to see  if 
any of these sweaty, smelly truckers presented a threat to his beloved  
Spignotti and Sons.  The hair on his back stood up and a snarling growl  escaped his 
lips as he looked over each trucker around him.  He could see  and smell every 
one of the bastards who had been fucking me all night long and  seemed able to 
determine the threats posed by each.  If he wasn't sure  Titus would look 
over to his Master (Bruno) for help and it was clear to  everyone in the room 
that one word from Mr. Bruno and the dog would be at the  throat of any culprit.  
Titus only looked over at Joe twice as he surveyed  the room; once when he 
inspected Mr. Spignotti and once again as he came across  Blackmore.  I was 
hoping against hope that Joe would say the magic word and  solve my problems with 
Blackmore but no words came and the beast then turned his  attention to me.  I 
was still on my hands and knees as Mr. Bruno pointed at  me and shouted 
"Freeze".  Instantaneously Titus was inches from my face  snarling and growling.  
 
Joe had complete control of the animal but I didn't know this at the  time.  
I felt like I was literally dead meat.  I was cowering, not  daring to move a 
muscle; sweat dripping from every pore.  Joe then shouted  for Titus, 
"Verify!" as the beast changed demeanor and began to inspect every  inch of my 
nakedness.  I felt completely vulnerable as Titus sniffed and  licked my skin, 
beginning at my face, along my arms, back and legs before  finally concentrating on 
my backside.  I was repulsed by the dog's tongue  and nose as they slide 
across my sweat covered body.  I quickly learned not  to move a muscle as even a 
slight shifting of my kneeling position sent the dog  into a snarling, growling 
frenzy.  "Good dog, Titus, Hold!" Joe shouted as  I learned of a new member of 
Spignotti and Sons who was above me in the pecking  order.  "Now, back, 
Titus", Joe shouted and the animal stepped back just a  few feet from my butt.  
 
Joe continued his lecture, as much for me as for the men, "Titus's nose  
tells his that this piece of shit here has been fucked by every trucker dick in  
the room.  He can smell the sweat and cum oozing from every pore of this  
scumbag.  Now we need to let the fucker use his eyes and ears to tell him  that 
this is a bitch hole for his dick to use".  I heard a zipper again and  felt Joe 
slide a finger into my sore and traumatized hole.  I jerked at the  sudden 
invasion and caught a glimpse of Titus's cock double in size at my  response .  
Joe, always the professor added, "See that there fuckers, when a  bitch jumps 
like that a dog knows it's ready for plugging.  Titus is  recognizing the 
natural response of a bitch in heat.  See there, the  fucker's cock is hard and 
dripping just with my finger".
 
>From my vulnerable kneeling position I looked around me and every cock in  
the room was hard again, including Titus's, Joe's and even Mr.  Spignotti's.  
Joe started twisting and forcing his finger around and I  instinctively squirmed 
and wriggled my butt around.  A small yip escaped my  lips as Joe roughly 
inserted a second finger up my butthole.  Again Joe  instructed his "class", 
"There, right there.  Did you fuckers hear that  little sound the bitch made with 
my second finger?  Well that's fucking  magic to the ears of a horny stud like 
Titus here.  It tells him the bitch  is willing to take the pain of intrusion 
and not fight back".  Joe grabbed  me by my hair and twisted my head around 
and looking me squarely in my eyes  mockingly asked me, "What's the matter 
Bitch, are you such a needy bitch that  you'll sit here and let a real man like me 
stick his fingers inside you.   You like the idea of Titus here getting a 
crack at that hole of yours, don't you  faggot.  What's the matter bitch, are all 
these truckers' dicks here not  able to fill the all too real need in you?  
Aren't they able to make you  feel like the true bitch you are, a god-damned 
fuckin cock whore slut?  Are  you so low and depraved that you secretly long to 
take Titus's cock inside that  pussy there?" as he painfully twisted and 
forced a third calloused finger  inside.
 
With my head twisted backwards and Joe's face just inches from my own I was  
not able to see the other hard cocks around me.  At this time it felt like  it 
was just Joe and me in the room as I searched for the answers to his  
insulting and degrading questions.  He just stayed there, in my face as his  eyes 
probed my own.  I could see he was an attractive man, maybe 35 and  very dark and 
muscular. He had the same olive complexion, brown eyes and black  wavy hair 
of Mr. Spignotti but Joe was younger and less sophisticated.  Joe  didn't have 
quite the same sadistic gleam in his eyes as Mr. Spignotti either,  but I 
sensed it was just a matter of time.  A few years on this job and he  was on his 
way to becoming as sadistic and brutal as any man in the room.   As I pondered 
Joe's questions he continued his finger fuck of my hole and I  instinctively 
bucked and weaved on his hand.  Suddenly I felt a wet tongue  lap at my hole 
and along Joe's hand.  Joe smiled an evil smile and sneered,  "Well fucker, 
Titus sure as shit seems to think you are".  I was devastated  and humiliated 
beyond belief.  I truly didn't know what to do.
 
And yet, in spite of it all, I sensed my cock was lengthening and growing  
harder the more I thought about Joe's question.  I felt my cock rubbing  against 
my belly button and it was clear to every hard dick in the lounge what  the 
answer to Joe's question was.  But this wasn't good enough for  Joe.  He kept 
staring at me for what felt like hours waiting for an answer  to his question.  
He was not about to let me get out of acknowledging what  everyone else 
already knew.  "Well, fucker, what do you say, are you that  low?" the question 
hung in the air as I fought to deny my true inner  feelings.
 
After all, how else can I explain why I pulled over on Interstate 287 when  
Kincaid pulled along side my car and seductively pulled on his pipe, or 
followed  him into the rest area, or even the rest room and his very cab?  What sane  
person does this?  Even after he so brutally used me without giving me even  
an once of pleasure and nothing but pain and degradation; why did I return the 
 next week as he instructed?  Couldn't I have stood up for myself at anytime  
with any and every one of these brutal and sadistic men?  Why did I keep  
coming back?  Did it all feed an inner need in me?  Am I really that  low? 
 
I considered all these questions as Joe brutally now finger fucked my hole  
and my cock began to drip precum and Titus slathered his tongue all over my  
backside.  "Well bitch, we're all waiting", Joe declared.  Finally I  blurted 
out, "Yes, your right Mr. Bruno.  You're all right.  You know  me better than I 
know myself.  I really am that low.  I will do  anything and everything to get 
fucked hard by trucker dick.  I am a bitch  and I deserve nothing more than 
being used by ever hard cock in the room, even  Titus here."  The sound of the 
dog's name made him give me a little nudge  with his nose as he continued 
licking my butt hole and Joe's fingers.  Joe  smiled, Mr. Spignotti smiled, George 
and Madd-dog smiled every trucker who had  fucked me that night smiled.  
Every hard dick in the room got a little  harder as I acknowledged my true self.  
 
"Good", Joe said.  "Now that we've got that out of the way, Titus and  me are 
gonna have us some fuckin fun.  It's been a while for the both of  us, as I 
said earlier Boss".  Mr. Spignotti was back in charge as he simply  nodded his 
head and grunted, "Have a ball you two.  I know these fuckers  sure as hell 
did" to laughter and cheers all around.  Without removing his  pants Joe 
positioned his hard cock at my hole and shoved in to the base in one  stroke .  I was 
taken by surprise and involuntarily yipped quite  loudly.  Titus jumped up at 
this and became very interested.  I could  see his hard cock jutting out as 
Joe started pumping in and out with all his  might.  Every pair of eyes in the 
room was watching my expression as the  pain and humiliation descended on me 
again as I was being used as a fuck hole  for another hard cock for the 
umpteenth time of the night.  Even Titus  could read my eyes, see my hard dick and 
know my inner most thoughts.  I  was being made Joe's bitch and it was clear to 
everyone that Titus was  next.
 
It didn't take Joe long to finally dump his slimy load into my well use  
hole, but he stayed inside for a long time afterwards because, he said, he  wanted 
to remind me that, "when a real dog fucks a bitch he'll tie with her to  let 
her know she's been royally screwed" to laughter from the hard and horny  
truckers surrounding us.  Joe roughly yanked his dick out and slapped my  butt 
saying, "Here you go boy.  Come on Titus.  Up, Titus".
 
Titus needed no more encouragement as he leapt to his task, mounting me  from 
behind with his paws on either side of my torso and his cock head aimlessly  
flailing around.  Freightliner reached down to give Titus a hand and Joe  
roughly punched his hand away shouting, "What the fuck are you doing  asshole.  
You touch a horned up stud like Titus as he's about to nail a  bitch and you'll 
loose your fuckin hand.  The fucker'll get it in.   He's a pro, aint he Sir?" 
as Mr. Spignotti simply nodded in agreement.
 
With time, Titus's cock seemed to get harder and to poke closer to his  
target.  All the while I could feel his pre-cum juices smearing my hole  preparing 
it for penetration.  All my attention was focused on getting that  hard stud 
dick inside me.  Nothing else mattered as I concentrated all my  attention on 
the hard dick sliding around my hole.  Finally, I felt the tip  of the German 
Shepard cock puncture my opening, slip in about half way then fall  out again.  
Titus was getting frustrated but Joe seemed an expert and  calmed the beast 
by reassuring him and giving him encouragement of "It's OK, you  can do it, 
boy.  That's my good boy.  You got it Titus.  You got  it, just nail the fuckin 
bitch boy, nail 'em good".  With that the beast  struck home and drove me so 
hard I staggered a few inches forward on my hands as  I struggled to accept this 
new intrusion.
 
Everything I'd endured the entire evening had not prepared me for this new  
sensation.  Here was a hairy, dog humping my backside and sliding his  
hardening cock in and out of my butt.  With each thrust the men around me  started 
shouting their encouragements to Titus to "Take the bitch" and "Nail the  fucker" 
and "Breed that hole, stud".  I looked around at the men and they  seemed 
truly enthralled to watch me being penetrated and actually taken by this  guard 
dog.  Every cock was hard and all eyes were on Titus's hardening  cock.  Each 
thrust in was more painful and more difficult.  I couldn't  understand why but 
this fuck was getting harder not easier like when I was being  fucked by the 
truckers.  Instead, this dog cock was growing and thickening  and I was 
powerless to prevent it from ripping me apart.  
 
Then I felt what seemed to be a fat knob at the base of Titus's cock.   The 
bastard was pushing this knob against my hole but there was no way it was  
going to get in.  Still the bastard was persistent and I heard quiet words  of 
encouragement from Joe.  I'm still not sure if the words were meant for  Titus or 
me but I heard, just above a whisper, "It's OK boy.  You can do  it.  That's 
right boy, you're a good boy.  Just keep going, you'll get  it, boy.  That's a 
good boy.  That's right, you can do it".  All  other sounds faded away and I 
concentrated on nothing else other than that hard  dog cock pounding at my 
backside and my sincere need to get it all inside  me.  My dick was painfully 
hard again as this strange knob bounced and  pounded at my hole.  Titus was 
getting frustrated and I heard a low  guttural growl at my right ear as he pushed 
with all his might to get his whole  dick inside me.  Titus had as much of a 
hunger for my hole as I did for his  cock but I really just couldn't see how 
he'd get inside me.  Titus pushed  and I pushed back but it seemed impossible to 
get that knob past my  sphincter.  It was about the size of a baseball and 
nothing of the evening  had prepared me for this new trauma.  Even Joe was at a 
loss as Titus and I  both expressed our frustration.  Still nature and instinct 
did not allow  Titus to give up at this moment as the beast kept up the 
brutal pounding and  stretching of my hole without ever getting the knob in.  I was 
desperate  and pleadingly looked around at the rough, cold, unshaven and 
uncaring faces all  around me.  I needed to get fucked and tried to make this need 
known to the  truckers around me.
 
Finally, Vinton Brundt stepped forward and whispered something in Joe's  ear . 
 A smile was on both men's faces as Joe carefully reached down, patted  Titus 
on the head and said reassuredly, "Don't worry boy, ole Joe'll get you  tied, 
boy".  Joe painfully grabbed my cock and balls squeezing them as  Brundt 
swiftly kicked my stomach with full force.  At that very instant  Titus was in a 
powerful downthrust and Joe forcefully jerked my cock and balls  backward with 
all his strength.  The tearing sound was almost audible as I  felt the most 
searing pain I'd ever felt as the knot of Titus forced itself  through my hole.  
 
My entire perspective of the evening changed, no longer was I simply a  
passive pair of holes for trucker cock to slam in and out of.  It actually  began 
to feel right that this painful dog cock was tearing into me and tieing me  to 
this hairy beast.  At this very instant my cock started jerking and  twitching 
as my own floodgates of pent up cum gushed from my balls and  splattered the 
floor between my hands.  Long ropes of my cum splattered the  floor as I 
jumped and twisted on Titus's cock.  I was unable to keep my new  found joy hidden 
as the biggest smile spread over my face and I started to  gabble 
incomprehensively to the hard truckers around me that I needed their  cocks.  I was 
suddenly a starving cock-whore who could not get enough cock  and cum inside me.  
The gigantic knob of Titus was lodged just inside my  ass, effectively locking 
me onto his hard dog dick as my colon spasmed  involuntarily around his cock .  
Instinctively I began a long series of  cries and moans and I could feel hot 
dog semen flooding my gut.  We were  locked in mutual ecstasy as my true inner 
bitch surfaced.  
 
Tied to this massive dog cock I pleaded with the truckers around me to,  
"please fuck my throat", to "fuck my face" "give me cock" "give me cum" and to  
"please fuck me".  I was like a maniac, a fucking sex-starved maniac and I  
didn't recognize my voice as it poured out of my mouth in a panic.  Joe  answered 
assuredly, "With a stud like Titus here Men, you can be sure as shit  he'll 
stayed tied to this bitch for a good 30 fuckin minutes."  Then to me,  "What do 
you think about that, Bitch.  Think 30 minutes of Titus cock  filling you with 
german shepard seed will quench that all consuming thirst of  yours?"  A 
snide smile moved across his handsome face.  By this point  the men were so 
aroused watching Titus tear my hole apart they didn't have to be  asked twice.  Cock 
after cock was forced in my mouth as Titus spun around  so we were facing end 
to end and enjoyed his 30 minutes of conquest of his newly  seeded bitch.  
 
George Kincaid, seeing my transformation stood up and strutted over to me  as 
I was still tied to Titus.  He kneeled down, looked me squarely in the  eyes 
and smiled a nasty, knowing smile.  He then scooped up my own puddles  of cum 
from the lounge floor saying, "How many times do I have to tell you  shithead? 
 A fuckin pussy bitch like you has got to learn to cleanup after  your 
messes" as he started feeding my own cum back to me on his finger  tips.  I was 
sucking two, three then four slime covered fingers and loving  every minute of it. 
 I had hard German Shepard cock buried to the knot  inside me and was sucking 
cum from George Kincaid's fingers.  I had become  a real bitch in heat to the 
amusement and satisfaction of the still horny  truckers of Spignotti and Sons.
 
End of #9a.
Please write me to let me know what you think.  I enjoy  the feedback from 
the readers which often makes the subsequent chapters  better.  
_Danhol900@aol.com_ (mailto:Danhol900@aol.com)
20070118182847
