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</i>Continued from here
WARNINGS: Bestiality (AND OH GODS NOT THE WASHCLOTH AND SOAP!!!!)Please be aware that this log does not follow SSC or RACK principles. As well, although both pups are members of Citadel, the actions contained herein do not take place on Citadel property and are neither condoned nor endorsed by said organization.
It does look different now, same as many things do since the bandages came off last night. It’s morning, early morning at that. Best to get this over with before it gets too hot. He sighs. "My thing." He calls out as he opens the door and walks outside.
Chace has been up for some time and he knows his Master’s somewhere in the house, but so far he’s not been called and his Master has kept quiet. Then he hears his Master’s voice. Going toward the huge glass door, Chace stares for a moment and his stomach turns into knots. "Yes Master?" he returns, cautiously taking a step onto the back porch.
Mark sits on the lounge chair, his eyes still looking out over the yard. "It’s time. Come here." He points to a spot in front of him, his legs stretching out. "Get this out of the way so things can be right."
He’d promised he’d take his punishment, knew what it would be, but that doesn’t stop him now from being scared. Wrapping his arms around himself, Chace moves to kneel down in front of his Master, his eyes lowering. His throat’s suddenly dry and tight and he swallows to find his voice. "It’s scared still, Master," he says quietly.
"Scared of the pain or scared still of liking it? Wanting it to happen again?" Mark’s hand runs through his thing’s hair, going along it’s jaw and lifting it’s chin up. "What would it mean to my thing to like this?"
Blue eyes lock on his Master’s face as his heart races, chest rising and falling with each breath. "The pain of the stretch of the knot and desperately scared of liking it. Of enjoying their come inside its hole." Chace pauses for a moment, the question working its way through his brain. "Your thing honestly doesn’t know. Your thing, it’s doing this because it did wrong, knows this, but the humiliation from this is a hard thing."
"How can there be humiliation? No one will know of this who hasn’t gone through the same thing. Is it because this has been a punishment so far? A lesson to be learned? This is not going to be a regular thing for my thing."
"Master’s creatures understand, your thing knows this, it’s not because of that, it’s..." He takes a deep breath and sighs out, the idea that this won’t be a regular act letting him breathe slightly easier. "Your thing will learn its lesson, Master, it just hopes that it doesn’t also learn that it likes this." He nuzzles against his Master’s leg. "Thank you for no stocks, Master, it’ll do its best to not pull away."
"It will be busy." Mark unzips his jeans and pulls his cock out. He gives it a couple of strokes as he whistles for the dogs. "And my thing best watch those teeth."
The dogs trot up to the porch. They sniff around the one with their owner, sensing the fear. Their noses poke here and there, a tongue giving a quick lick now and then.
Looking up, eyes glistening with tears, Chace nods. He’s not sure if the tears are for what’s about to happen or for the fact that it’s happening as a punishment for something he did wrong. He leans in and nuzzles at his Master’s cock. "No teeth, Master. It won’t..." Chace’s eyes go wide as the first dog’s nose nudges between his cheeks and he’s more than thankful for the lube and small amount of prep time he’d taken earlier. A tongue swipes across his hole and Chace whimpers as he looks up.
"Shh, it’s okay. Do this for Master. Because Master wants it." Mark lowers his voice as he speaks, his hand continuing to go through his thing’s hair. "Because my thing wants so much to please Master, to regain it’s place. Keep saying that to itself." He snaps his fingers, pointing to one of the dogs. "Know."
The dog pushes aside the other dog, his tongue going over the vulnerable opening. Then he hops up, his cock thrusting forward to find the entrance.
Nodding, Chace looks up to his Master as he leans forward to take the thick cock into his mouth, tongue circling as he tries to force away the thoughts of the dogs at his ass. "Want to please you," he whispers as soft lips brush the slit. "Master wants this..."
His mind tries to process the word from his Master and, as he feels the dog behind him, he whines, his body tensing as the animal comes up onto his back. Wincing as nails scratch at his flesh, Chace wonders what his body will feel like with the come from two dogs deep inside him. The first few rapid thrusts fail but, as Chace looks up, his eyes suddenly widen. "Nnnahh! In Master, he’s in!" To Chace’s own horror, his cock springs to life between his legs and he groans.
The other dog returns to his licking, soon finding the stiffening cock. He focuses on it, moving around to try and get a better angle.
"Shhh, I know my thing. But it will do this, for me." Mark’s hand runs down his thing’s face. "To make it up to me, it will do this. Forgot about thinking this is wrong. It is alright because my thing is doing it for me."
Right and wrong, pain and pleasure, meld in Chace’s mind and he looks up at his Master, eyes glazing over with something Chace can’t name as the dog’s cock sinks in deep. Hips piston against his ass and as the dog under him laps greedily at his cock, Chace groans out. "Master..." The sound is half whimper of pleasure, half grunt of pain, and though Chace feels the tears on his cheeks, he’s no longer sure why they’re there.
Mark smiles. "The body doesn’t care where the feeling comes from, so long as it’s something wanted. Something needed. A dildo, a finger, a cock. Doesn’t matter so long as it feels good. The mind cares what hand holds the whip, the body just reacts to the pain." He wipes away the tears. "In this place, nothing is going to happen to my thing that I don’t want to happen."
Chace’s mind begins to pull in, his thoughts on the warm tongue at his cock, the hard, eratic pumping at his ass and his Master’s almost gentle, coaxing words. His body suddenly stiffens, fingers digging into the dirt, as he feels a stretching inside him and his asshole fills as the dog’s knot expands inside him. "Unnnaaah! Master!" Pushing his head into his Master’s lap, Chace groans out in a mixture of confusion, pain and pleasure as the dog’s hot come fills him and his own cock releases. "Oh god, sorry, ‘m sorry, Master, please...couldn’t, tried but couldn’t..." The words are mumbled as Chace’s tongue and mouth work against his Master’s cock.
"I will let it slide for today, my thing. There is much happening to it. Shh, it’s okay. Let it happen. Adam and Jeff did much the same thing when it was their turn. I understand. My thing will not be punished. Relax." He leans down to whisper. "My thing is pleasing its Master. Making him proud that it is doing what is asked of it, obeying Master without question. Showing it’s obedience. So very proud."
The fact there’s no punishment coming for his climaxing when he wasn’t given permission takes away the nerves from Chace’s stomach but the fact that the dog’s knot seems bent on ripping him in two brings a new trickle of tears. He looks up, glassy blue eyes taking in his Master’s face. "It hurts. It’s hurting Master. Thank you." Chace’s tongue gives slow, almost loving, licks against his Master’s cock and balls as the dog under him cleans the come from his own cock. "Too full, can feel...feel it inside."
"Just a little longer, my thing. Then Master will take care of it."
The dog gives a little whine as he tries to pull away and finds he can’t. He rests against the body under him, panting as he waits. After a while he slips out and walks away, laying down and licking at his cock.
Laying his head in his Master’s lap, Chace’s mind zones he feels the dog’s knot stretching his hole, his body loosening around the girth of the animal inside him. Whimpering softly each time the dog tries to pull away, Chace thinks to himself how strange it is to have the heat from the dog’s come inside him. Grunting as the dog finally pulls away, Chace shivers as he feels a dribble of come leave his body.
Mark snaps his fingers. "Know."
The other dog lifts his head to look at Mark, then takes the place of the first dog. Licking the area first, he jumps up and thrusts forward.
"Sore, Master, so sore." He doesn’t tense this time , however, as he hears his Master’s word and feels the dog take its place atop him. His sides are scratched from the nails of the dog before and Chace whines softly as the marks are caught once more. "Nnnh!" Grunting out as the next dog thrusts forward - once, twice - and finally sinks in, Chace looks up into his Master’s eyes, grunting with each painful thrust.
Mark’s nails run over his thing’s body, leaving faint red marks. They pinch at it’s nipples, then circle around them. He bends to lick at it’s body, teeth just catching the skin. "Soon, my thing. Enjoy the pain." He pinches harder. "Ride it out. Show how good my thing is."
Chace’s head sinks to his Master’s lap once more, the teasing of his Master’s fingers and teeth mesh with the painful ache in his ass, the odd of humiliation at being fucked by a dog and pleasure that he’s pleasing his Master and he finds himself nodding. "So stretched," Chace whimpers, "so...ohh god, Master." The rapid thrusts from the dog cease and Chace feels his body being filled once more with the animal’s heated come. He looks up, finds his Master’s eyes. "Taking this for you, Master. Want this for you."
"That is all I’m asking of my thing. Just a little longer." He continues handling his thing while the dog is tied to it. Once he pulls out, Mark scoots back and pulls it up to a kneeling position. He stares straight into it’s eyes, hands cupping his thing’s face. "My thing has earned it’s place back. Made it up to Master. Never to be a boy again, never to be sent away again. Always at Master’s side. Forever." He kisses his thing, wrapping his arms around it.
Chace’s hole feels stretched out beyond reason but it’s his Master’s hands, the feel of his Master’s lap under his head and his Master’s words, that he focuses on as the dog’s come continues to spill into him. When the animal finally pulls free and his Master lifts him up, Chace whimpers, the feeling odd as the come leaks back out of his body, trailing down his thighs. "Always, Master?" The tears begin again. He’s made atonement for what he did wrong and his Master’s words fill him with something he can’t begin to name. Wrapping his arms around his Master’s waist, Chace leans in. "Never that again, always Master’s thing."
"Always." Mark holds it for a couple of minutes more, then pulls away. "Wait here." He stands up, tucking his cock back into his jeans. He walks inside, grabbing his phone as he heads to the bathroom. Mark runs a warm bath, texting Dennis to forget he ever heard the name his thing had told him. Going back outside, he picks up his thing and carries it to the tub.
He stays kneeling up as he nods and watches his Master move away. It’s strange to him that, without his Master’s words, the dogs barely seem to notice that he’s there. Then again, they’ve had their fill of him. Emotions swirl inside Chace and as he feels the dog’s come trickle from his stretched hole, he gets the urge to reach down, to slide his fingers through the mess and bring them to his lips.
Looking up as his Master returns, Chace wraps his arms around the strong shoulders as he’s lifted up and carried inside. "It feels so stretched open, Master," he whispers against his Master’s throat.
"It’ll be like that for a little while, then my thing will be fine. Get ready." He carefully lowers it into the bath. "The body will recover. Just be sore for a while. Take it easy for the rest of the day. Tomorrow will be back to normal."
Not wanting to give up the hold on his Master’s neck, Chace nuzzles in closer for a moment, hissing as the warm water meets his tormented hole. "Back to normal. Yes Master." His cheeks fill with color as his own questions, curiosities and humiliations fill him. "Thank you for not punishing your thing when it came, Master. It tried to hold off." He pauses for a moment. "Master," he whispers, eyes lowering, "your thing can feel their come inside." He looks up. "Will they always be from punishment?"
"No, there maybe other reasons for it. As I decide, remember? When my thing has rested a little more, than I will clean it up. And in that situation, no I would not punish it. My thing did very good." Mark runs his hand down his thing’s face. "Very good. Better than I thought."
Nuzzling in at the touch to his face, Chace looks into his Master’s eyes. "It did well ‘cause Master was there with it. Cause Master wanted what was happening." His eyes close for a moment, hips shift as he feels the fullness, the stretched-out feeling of his ass. "Your thing only wanted to please you. To make up for what it did." He leans in closer to his Master and sighs.
"And my thing did." Mark smiles as he leans to whisper. "Dennis has been told to forget the name he was told. He will never say it again. That name has no meaning, no importance. And my thing will never leave this place again without Master being the one to take it." He licks at it’s neck. "Mine forever."
Arching his neck at the lick, Chace whimpers softly, his cock reacting to the touch of his Master’s mouth. "Don’t want that name back, Master. Not ever." He knows how he was before his Master took him, slightly remembers what he was, and it’s something Chace doesn’t ever want again. "It’s calmed now, Master. Ready to be cleaned."
Mark reaches for the soap and washcloth. He gets his thing to turn around and get on it’s hands and knees so he can better see. A look shows nothing major as he starts to clean it off. His thumb just presses inside his thing as the washcloth circles around it’s ass. When it’s clean he has his thing sit back down again. Now the washcloth is going so slow up and down it’s cock, more teasing than anything.
The thumb in his ass has Chace groaning, spreading his legs as much as the tub will allow. He’s tender and sore and feels like he’s been fucked by a football team, but his Master’s touch stirs him once more. Settling back in the tub, he spreads his legs wide as his Master’s strong hand works the cloth against his cock. Chace rocks upward with a slow shift of hips. "Still feel...nnnh," he murmurs the words as his eyes close and his head drops back.
"What does my thing still feel?" Before it has the chance to answer, Mark captures its mouth in a hard kiss. His hand begins to speed up, the other hand tangling in his thing’s hair and pulling back. A minute later he yanks his thing’s head to the side and bites it’s neck.
His Master’s kiss seems to burn through to his soul and Chace groans out as fingers twist in his hair. So many words travel through his mind, but nothing matters except for the heat of Master’s mouth. "Unngh! God yess!" Arching up, offering as much throat as possible, fingers grip the sides of the tub as he tries to remain steady.
Mark’s teeth bare down more and he gives a little shake of his head. He sits up more, his hand lifting his thing up with him. His other hand continues to stroke off his thing, the grip tighter now, cause more friction. He smiles to himself, wondering if it will know not to come this time.
"Unghaa!" Chace’s cry echoes in the room, the sound filling the bathroom and bouncing back to his own ears as his Master’s teeth clamp down on his throat. The pain courses through his blood like a raging river, mixes with the odd sensual humiliation from earlier, the feel of its Master’s hand on it, and it gives over. His body relaxes as a soft breath escapes it and a soft fog begins to settle in his head as the pain and pleasure melt into one. "Master, oh god, yess, thank you."
Mark pulls back, a faint smear of blood on his mouth. He stares down at his thing, taking in the sight of it. A smile appears again. "Master takes care of his thing." He licks at it’s neck, sucking a little on it. For a moment he stops, reveling in the power he holds over the figure in front of him. "Mine to do what I want to. Mine to make or destroy. Mine to-" He stops short, hand lowering it back down into the water. "Mine." The word comes in a near whisper.
Blue eyes on his Master, Chace sees the smear of red across those lips and it takes a moment to realize it’s his own blood, the trickle from the bite mark at his throat telling him so. Finally releasing the edge of the tub, Chace’s hands relax into the water as he groans, cock aching in his Master’s grip. "Yours, Master." Chace feels himself sinking back into the water and for the briefest of moments his brain wants to fight, but the warmth feels so good, his Master’s hold so tight, that he lets himself go.
Mark leans down, licking again at his thing’s neck. His hand slowly stops it’s moving, both arms wrapping around it. He pulls the limp body to him, head turning for another kiss. "My thing will do anything for it’s Master, won’t it?"
The kiss curls Chace’s toes, his body humming softly in his Master’s embrace. The man is full of surprises and the strong arms around him are only one in a long, long line of them. One arm comes up, fingers tracing along his Master’s arm. "Your thing will do its best to do anything for you, Master."