The Cock Trail

The menacing one spoke to his mate, saying, “Look what we’ve found: a couple of playmates for the dogs.  I told you we could get them laid up here.”

The other said, “You were right.  Maybe we should just let the boys go and let them fuck those two faggots.  They seem to be ready for a hard fucking by the looks of it.”

They moved forward with the dogs.  Tom and I were frozen to the spot, scared of what they were planning to do.  They came and stood next to us, and the menacing one reached out his hand and ran it down my chest to my cock.

When he got there, he turned to his mate and said, “Well, looky here, shaved as clean as a baby’s bum.  It really looks as if we hit the jackpot here, Sticks.”

The big guy called ‘Sticks’ was holding Tom’s cock by now and said, “Yeah, I think this is gonna be fun.”

The dogs were also interested in what was going on, and one of them had its face in my ass then I felt it licking it.

Sticks turned to his mate and said, “Hey, Blakey, what say you and I have some fun and let the dogs watch?  When we’re done, the dogs could have a turn.”

“No, please let us go,” Tom begged.  “Look, what if we suck you off, and then you leave us alone.  But God, leave the dogs out of this.  That’s fucking gross.”

“Not to mention it’s rape, guys,” I added.  “You could go to jail for this.”

Sticks guffawed.  “It’s rape, says the faggot who let that old fucker use his asshole as a cum dump not fifteen minutes ago right out in the open where we could all see it.”

Tom stared at me with a frown.  I shrugged and said, “It just kinda happened.”

“Sure, sure it did,” Blakey said derisively.  “Just like what we’re about to do to you two is just kinda happen.  So shut the fuck up and take whatever cock we tell you to.”  Then he turned to the dogs and said, “Guard.  Guard them.  If they make any sudden moves—attack.”

The dogs sat and growled at us.  I didn’t dare move.  Blakey bent and picked up our clothes and moved backward into the trees, putting them into a fork of a tree about fifty feet away.  He came back to the dogs and took the leads and collars off them.  The dogs did not move.  Giving a collar and leash to Sticks they attached one each to Tom and my neck.  They then pulled us further into the trees as if we were dogs.

Once we were out of sight of the trail, they stopped.  Blakey was pulling me, and he led me to a tree with a horizontal branch about six feet from the ground.  He told me to put my arms up on either side of the branch, and he tied my wrists together with the leash.  I was now fastened to the tree and could not escape.  I looked up to see that the same thing had happened to Tom at a nearby tree.

I was really scared now, but my cock was still as hard as a rock, and pre-cum was leaking from my piss slit.  Blakey called his dog over and gave the command to lick, pointing at my cock.  The dog came up to me and swiped its tongue over the tip of my cock.  Then it started to lick both my cock and balls.  Blakey thought this was very funny, and he took his phone out and took pictures.

“Do you like it, faggot?  Do you like your doggy blowjob?” laughed Blakey.

Strangely, I was.  The sensation was very erotic, and my cock seemed to be harder than ever.  The dog’s tongue was wet, hot, and oddly—simultaneously soft and scratchy.  I could feel the coarseness of it on my hard cock, and it was unlike anything I ever imagined.  I could just see what was happening to Tom, and it looked as if Sticks’s dog was enjoying the same treat.  That canine tongue seemed to be everywhere in my groin.  It lapped my cock and balls.  It lathered my taint and licked the remnants of the old man’s cum still dripping from my asshole.

Blakey was dressed in a yellow T-shirt, black jeans, and black leather boots.  The T-shirt was tight across his chest, and his well-defined chest was shown off to perfection.  As the dog was licking my cock and balls, Blakey pulled off his T-shirt, revealing a very hairy chest, and both nipples pierced with silver rings firmly attached.  He bent down and undid the laces of his boots then removed them.  Blakey stood in front of me and slowly undid the buckle of his leather belt, teasing me with whatever the man had planned for me.  He popped open the top button and then slowly undid each button of his fly.

He pulled open the trousers and slowly slid them off his hips, revealing a black leather Jock.  I nearly shot my load in the dog’s mouth.  He pulled off the trousers and hung them and his T-shirt on a nearby branch.  Coming back to me, he called the dog off, which then moved away a couple of feet and sat looking at me and licking its lips.  Blakey walked behind me and ran his finger down from my shoulder blades to the crack of my ass.  Shivers went through my body at the feel of his touch.

He leaned into my ear and said, “Mmm, I love a smooth body that will service me and do whatever I want.  Is that you?  Are you gonna be my slut?”

I didn’t answer, and then the next thing I knew was a whack and a loud smack where he slapped my ass.

“I asked you a question, faggot,” he barked.

My ass cheek was still stinging as I whimpered, “Yes, I’ll do whatever you want.”  It was not like I had any choice at this stage, tied to a tree naked with a raging boner covered in dog saliva.

He then stroked my sore cheek.  “Good boy,” he said.

His hand moved to my crack and started to part the cheeks.  A finger found its way to my asshole and started to push its way inside.

“Yes, I saw how you took that old man’s cock and just knew you were my type.”

Blakey wasn’t very gentle and soon had a finger all the way into the last knuckle.  He leaned around me and started to play with my nipples while roughly pistoning in and out of my asshole with his finger.  As his finger stroked my prostate, the amount of pre-cum dripping from my hard cock increased.  It was all I could do to not cum while he was finger-banging me.

Eventually, he let go of my ass and came around the front.  This time he started to stroke my chest and worked his way lower until he found my cock strap.  It wasn’t fastened on the last press stud, so he popped it open and refastened it on the last stud.  My six-inch cock was now so hard and red with the veins raised and looking ready to pop.  My cockhead was purple.  He wrapped his hand around my cock and slowly started to jerk me off.  His other hand pulled and squeezed on my ball sack.  This was too much for me, and I shot ribbons and ribbons of sperm all over his stomach and chest.

He jumped back, saying, “Ew, don’t shoot your cum all over me, you dirty fucker.  What are you, some kind of prejac?  How pathetic.”

He watched my cock spasming and flexing as my orgasm crashed through my body.  He smirked as my jizz dribbled out and fell to the ground.  I was on cloud nine.  I can’t remember when I’d had such a powerful and erotic orgasm before.

Blakey jerked me off until there was no more cum left.  He called his dog forward, and it leaped up on him and licked my cum off his chest and stomach.  The dog loved it.  When it had got its’ master cleaned up, the dog turned to me and licked the end of my cock, making sure that I had no cum lingering there.  Blakey then untied my hands, and I slumped to the ground.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered.