I thought Bacon had knotted me and that I was thoroughly fucked at that point but he was just getting started. His cock was already longer than any I'd taken before,human or dog, and the thickness was incredible. His weight had me pinned and his paws pulled my hips back as he thumped harder into me with each thrust. It was almost as if I were in a fight than being fucked. Pain strobed as flashes while pleasure built and built beyond any experience I had known before. Every thrust jolted inside me like an electric shock while his muscular body jolted me against his solid yank back onto him. I kept expecting him to slow down and fill me with cum but what I believed was his body slamming against my ass was really his already huge knot. He slid his paws forward to get another grip and hammered me even harder a few times when I felt the worst pain and most pleasure in the same split second as his knot sank into and jerked back out of me. Twice more as I gasped for breath and started to crawl forward in a panic but he snarled and scratched my sides through my shirt pulling me back and plunging his knot past my entrance and deep inside. Reality faded in and out in waves and I nearly passed out. I was clenching my jaws to keep from screaming,the last thing I needed was someone coming to find me being bred by this monster. He was pumping in short,rolling motions and there wasn't much room inside me to move now. But he was doing his best.
As my head rushes cleared I tried to take long slow breaths but it was hard to. I had been mounted by a few dogs over the years,few and far between, but nothing had prepared me for this breeding. His cock swelled so much with each throb that it felt like a fist opening and closing inside me. I haven't been fisted (yet?) but that's the only comparison I can imagine even now. I could actually feel each long spurt of his cum into me, dogs have a higher body temperature than humans and I felt every degree of it. I had not cum but it felt like I had to every part of my body but my cock. I don't know how long he pumped cum into me but it felt like hours. I knew better than try to rush things in any K9 encounter but if I tried to get him out of me I'd probably do massive damage. Given time to think I was once again stricken with shame for allowing myself to be a human male bitch to a beast. That did not lessen the pleasure my body was hanging onto.
When he,at last, shrunk enough to move he tugged hard twice and still brought my well used ass a flash of pain as his wonderful meat popped out of my trouble causing ass. I just lay there,my arms barely under me and my butt up in the air. I was so glad it was a moonless night when the reality of being half naked and fully fucked in a junkyard. I felt so exposed and stupid for risking the entire event.
He circled around me wagging his tail and licked my face. Funny, I had no problem giving up my ass but cringed from his doggy kiss. As I came up higher on all fours he went back to my now sore,and quickly chilling, ass and started licking. Oh NOW he licks me....well it was taking away some of the sting so I let him lick. My legs started tingling from the position I was in for longer than I realized so I was gathering myself to stand up when his weight bore me back to my hands and knees. Wait....no...no way he's ready this fast. He didn't need any help this time ramming right into my already wet and throbbing ass. Whatever mess of raw nerves he had already made in me must be what he plowed into to cause me to black out for however many seconds or minutes I was gone. The first sensation I registered as awareness crept back to me was a feeling of such "belonging" to whatever was happening to me. My entire body was intensely tuned to Bacons beautiful cock owning me completely. He had fucked the shame out of me for ,at least,those moments as I truly accepted my darkest desires. For once I did not care that I was a man. That he was a male. And a dog. I didn't give a damn about morals or guilt or anything outside of that searing flesh trying to push its way into my stomach. I relaxed into a pile of human marshmallow and let him hold me up and angle deeper with better positioning for his demands. His slobber on my neck didn't even phase me. I was his. I even attempted to pump back but could not match his speed. This time when his knot started pounding against me I let him fuck me with it until it started slamming against me from the other side of my muscles. Unlike the first round he didnt stop pumping hard,the new position must have allowed it or he had simply loosed me enough to stroke longer strokes His cum was squirting out when his knot went deep and pulled back then slammed in again. I pictured someone using a plunger on my ass like a clogged sink with the noises and suction feeling this was causing. His cock kept swelling until there was no space at all for him to move. I laid there and reveled in every throb as my heartbeat seemed to keep time with his jetting cock. The breeze on the back of my legs assured me I was soaked with doggy cum and rather than the rush of guilt that always followed my dark needs I bathed in satisfaction that,for once, it was worth me debasing myself to quench the burning thirst I fought to bury and forget. I don't know for sure if I ever actually came but from how I felt and how wet I was it's possible I did more than once. It didn't really matter either way,it was the best fuck I had ever recieved.
