It is an excellent story and I do look forward to future chapters. Thank you so much for sharing this.

Shado

One of the best stories I've read :clapping: Thank you and Please do continue!

Many thanks to all of you for your support!

Two more chapters are under construction and quite a few more are outlined.

The next one will have a turn in it that several on here will enjoy a lot.

Thanks again!! Y'all make it worthwhile!

Skeez

:D That is such a well written story that keeps the reader totally involved. I give you a 10+ and am waiting expectantly for the rest.
You have an ecellant literary ability. You grasp the story idea from the view point of each individual. That makes for a great story.

You are a great writer, please never stop. This story is great and im sure anything else you'll write will be. Looking forward to more of this story and others!
:D :) :D

excelent story... keep up the good work...

Oh, geez, Skeezix! That was awesome! (pant, pant :lol:) Keep it up, man! Muchly appreciated.

-Jackdoe

OK! Finally got Chapter 15 finished. Hope y'all like it. It's a little bit of a side trip, but an integral part of the story. Here it is:


Chapter 15

After Rex and Paige had left that evening, Phil sat down on the sofa thinking about all that had happened to them and how he, partly because of pure coincidence, and partly because of their trust in him, was involved in it, too. The whole situation was mind boggling when you thought about it. However, Phil truly wished he could become a dog also, IF he could be with the right people, as Scott/Rex was, and IF he could regain his sight in the process. He thought about Luke, the big lab he used to have.

Not long before the accident and infection that had blinded him, his parents had gotten him a lab puppy that he had named ‘Luke’. He had really loved that dog, and Luke had given him his complete love, devotion, and constant companionship while Phil recovered from his injuries. Phil knew that, if not for Luke’s love and care, he might not have made it.

After finding out that he was blind, he had had no will to live, and wanted to die. But faithful Luke never gave up and somehow always found a way to cheer him up or comfort him… to make THAT moment worth living. His parents had Luke tested to see if he could be trained as a Seeing Eye dog for Phil, but the dog just didn’t have the right stuff for that type of work. At the time, because of his devotion to Luke, he had chosen not to pick another dog in the Seeing Eye program.

While in college, the desire for independence had led him back to the Seeing Eye dog program, and somewhat to his surprise, he was thrilled with Schultz. While in training at the Seeing Eye school, he quickly came to love Schultz and appreciate his companionship equally to the assistance and guiding service that Schultz provided to him. He was shocked at some of the other blind students there that considered their dog only as a “tool” to lead them into a more independent and productive life, and that they really had no true affection for their guide dog. That attitude was repugnant to Phil.

Schultz was lying on the floor at Phil’s feet and he reached down and petted his head and scratched his ears. Then, he eased off of the sofa and sat on the floor, leaning back against the front of the sofa. Schultz got up and leaned into him and Phil hugged him and scratched his back and sides and belly. Schultz groaned in appreciation. The house had hardwood floors, and that room had an area rug that left about a foot and a half to two feet of the hardwood exposed around the perimeter of the room. Hank was stretched out, snoozing on the cool hardwood, with his back against the wall.

Hank heard Schultz’s groans of pleasure, and raised his head and saw Phil sitting on the floor caressing him. He needed some loving, too, so he got up and stretched good, shook himself vigorously, and eased over towards Phil and Schultz. Hank didn’t know for sure if Schultz would let him join them, so he asked Schultz politely, and naturally displayed an expression of friendliness and non-aggression. Even though Hank was larger and stronger than Schultz, he knew he was the newcomer in Schultz’s home territory and therefore respected Schultz as higher in the pecking order than his rank in this particular pack, in which Phil was the Alpha. He eased up to Phil’s left arm and nudged him gently, and when Schultz had no negative reaction, he laid a gentle lick on Phil’s cheek.

“Hey there, Hank,” Phil said with a happy tenderness in his voice, and reached out and scratched Hank’s ears. He tilted his head and leaned into Phil’s hand to intensify the soothing scratching. After scratching Hank’s ears for a while, Phil started scratching and massaging his neck, back, and sides, as he had Schultz. Hank’s apprehension melted away and he leaned into Phil, who hugged both dogs affectionately, burying his nose first in Schultz’s neck fur and then Hank’s and inhaling their wonderful, delicate, naturally clean, but slightly individual, scents. German Shepherds, along with a few other breeds like Alaskan Malamutes and Huskies, don’t have a “doggy” scent like other dogs.

Phil remembered his lab’s scent and how he could wash him with the best scent-killing canine shampoo, but in a week or so, the pungent dog scent returned. At the Seeing Eye school, the German Shepherds’ naturally clean habits and lack of dog smell were two of the many things that induced him to select them as his guide dog. He continued to hug and caress Hank and Schultz, enjoying their closeness and companionship, while his mind wandered back to the events of the last few days.

He thought of Scott/Rex breeding Tina and wondered what that was like. The thought was arousing to him. He wanted to talk to Rex about that when he had the opportunity, away from Paige. He thought about the curse and Scott choosing to not take Hank anally or orally, which probably would have changed him back into his human form, if he had done it. He wondered what the truth was about Scott’s decision to remain a dog… Was it that Scott had been so repulsed by the idea of having sex with Hank, that he chose to remain a dog, or was it, as Scott claims, he chose life as a dog because he REALLY DOES love life in that form so much?

To Phil, the idea of sex with Hank wasn’t so repulsive. His lab had humped Phil’s leg several times and had tried to mount him a couple of times when he was on his knees working on something. At the time, he had been more curious than repulsed, and had explored Luke’s anatomy somewhat and had even stroked him some, much to the dog’s delight. However, his Dad’s extremely strong negative reaction when he had seen the dog try to mount him once, caused him to rebuke poor Luke whenever he tried it again.

After he had fallen in love with Schultz, Phil had wished there was some additional way that he could show him that he loved him. He had wanted to take their love to a higher plane, or deeper level, but didn’t want to do anything that would upset the special relationship that exists between a guide dog and its master. This relationship was vital to Phil’s independence and lifestyle, and he would not do anything to jeopardize it in any way.

As he leaned against Phil, enjoying the caressing Phil was giving him, Hank could faintly smell Tina’s erotic scent in his hair and clothing. Plus, he remembered Tina’s scent on Rex’s sheath, belly and muzzle, and on Paige, as well. He had endured two days of being cooped up near her, and being flooded with her overpowering, sensual scent, but was unable to reach her to satisfy their mutual desires. He had his head on Phil’s left shoulder, then he put his right foreleg around Phil’s back, returning Phil’s embrace. Hank’s heavy, sperm-laden balls ached for release, and Tina’s scent, even though faint, was working to arouse him again. He hunched his hips forward, rubbing his sheath against Phil’s upper arm and shoulder. That felt good. His cock instantly started to engorge and he gripped Phil’s shoulder with his forelegs and began to hump him.

Phil, realizing what was happening, pushed Hank back off of him. “No, buddy!” he scolded, and Hank, obeying his obedience training, stopped humping and dropped his ears and head in disappointment. He whined pitifully. Phil truly felt sorry for Hank, and, in his heart, he wanted to help him, but he wondered how Hank would respond. There was a long-buried desire in the depths of his heart that started to surface again. “Hank, Down!” Phil commanded, and he obeyed obediently again, and laid down.

“Good boy,” Phil praised quietly as he got to his knees and ran his hands down Hank’s back. He also commanded Schultz to “Down, Stay” and petted his head. Then he gently pushed and eased Hank over onto his side, rubbing his ribs and then his belly. Hank voluntarily rolled onto his back, and turned his head and neck towards Phil somewhat, stabilizing himself in that position. Phil’s right hand rubbed gently up and down Hank’s belly while his left hand rubbed and scratched his chest and lower neck soothingly. Phil knew that Hank was in need, and he wanted to help him. The thought also passed through his mind that, with Hank, he was no longer constrained by the nuances of the Master and Guide Dog relationship.

As he continued to rub Hank’s belly, he moved his right hand closer to Hank’s sheath. His fingers brushed the edge of the sheath, and Phil felt and listened for any adverse reaction from Hank, but he laid still. His hand rubbed lightly over the sheath, and Phil could feel the heat radiating from it. Hank continued to lay still. Phil gently felt the sheath and the partially grown cock within, and Hank began to pant lightly. He could feel Hank’s knot bulging inside the sheath. He knew from his prior exploration with his lab, that the most effective way to stroke a dog was to gently grasp its penis, through the sheath, about halfway between his knot and balls and stroke it forward, in short strokes. In this manner, while being on guard for any negative reaction, he carefully stroked Hank’s cock.

Hank instantly started humping his hips, with a quickly increasing intensity. He grasped Phil’s arm with his front legs to gain a better purchase. He also started shooting little spurts of pre-cum, and within a second or two, his body was in autopilot and humping uncontrollably, although still on his back. This was good, but not all that Phil had in mind. He released Hank’s growing cock and pulled away from him and his humping slowed and then stopped. Hank flipped back over and started to stand, but Phil commanded him “Down. Stay,” and he remained crouched on the floor, the end of his tail wagging nervously and expectantly, with a sad-eyed look, almost like a whipped puppy.

Phil stood up and headed for his bedroom. He dug around in his closet and found what he was looking for. His previous girlfriend, who, along with her seeing-eye-dog-in-training, was killed by a drunk driver two years ago, had left a couple of dildos and a bottle of lube at his house. They had had quite an interesting love life. He then went into the bathroom, got himself “cleaned out” and lubed thoroughly, then lubed up the smaller of the two dildos, and slowly and carefully started to ease it into himself. His anal sphincter was tight and resisted the intrusion, but after a few minutes of gentle, steady pushing, it began to yield and slowly admit the dildo. It burned and hurt somewhat at first, but soon began to feel good.

After he was able to take the entire length of the smaller dildo, he removed it, and lubed up the larger one, and started to try to insert it. It was quite a bit thicker than the first one, and took several attempts, over about twenty minutes, of pushing, relaxing, stretching, and getting used to the size, before the head finally slipped inside him. He rested for a minute or so, while his anus became accustomed to accommodating that girth. His memories of his lab pushed him onward, and he started to ease more of the dildo inside him. The dildo got thicker towards the base, and after several more minutes of trying, Phil was able to take about nine inches of it. The anticipation was causing him to become more aroused.

He decided he was ready now, and pulled the dildo out and applied some more lube to his anus. Returning to his bedroom, he wisely pulled on an old tee shirt to protect himself from Hank’s claws, then called him. Hank appeared at his side almost instantly. Phil got back down on his knees and Hank, sensing his arousal, was already getting excited. Phil reached out and found Hank’s sheath and started to stroke him. Hank immediately started humping and trying to mount Phil, who quickly turned his butt towards Hank, and dropped his hands to the floor also. Hank mounted his rear end quickly and started humping fervently.

The pointed end of Hank’s still swelling cock banged against Phil’s ass a few times, missing the mark and poking him somewhat painfully near his opening. Quickly reaching back with his right hand, he found Hank’s cock, grasped it behind the knot, and guided it home into his anxiously waiting nether hole. Hank felt the end of his canine manhood entering a warm, moist hole and bowed his back further, gripping Phil tightly around his waist with his forelegs, and drove his cock deeply into Phil, his hips jack hammering.

It was a breathtaking moment for Phil. Not only was the sensation much more intense than he could ever have imagined, but it was also the realization of a long-buried fantasy. Hank pummeled Phil as earnestly as any bitch he had ever bred. Phil could feel Hank’s cock growing rapidly inside him and his rectum being filled tighter and tighter as the dog humped him feverishly. Then he felt Hank’s knot pushing against his anus. He HAD to have it in him. He pushed back to Hank, who responded by humping even harder, trying to force every inch of his manhood inside him, sealing their union. Phil could feel his sphincter stretching to its limit, but protesting in burning pain mixed with numbing pleasure, as his body struggled to accommodate all Hank had to offer. He reached back again with his right hand and, placing his fingertips on the back of Hank’s swelling knot, attempted to push it into his hungry rectum.

He felt that Hank’s cock and knot had rotated 90 degrees as it sought to enter him. He rocked his hips and pushed back even harder to meet Hank’s thrusts. Finally, his sphincter stretched enough, and the knot started to force its way through. He was hit with a searing pain, which, almost instantaneously, was replaced by intense pressure, as the knot was driven into him and against his prostate. This caused him to involuntarily clench his anal muscles, pulling the knot deeper into him, generating an incredible, indescribable feeling of fullness and pleasure, as Hank’s lightning fast humping caused his knot to intensely massage Phil’s prostate.

The extreme mixture of feelings, pleasure, and emotions were overwhelmingly breathtaking to Phil and he nearly passed out. His arms collapsed, and his forehead rested on the floor, sweat pouring off his nose and chin, forming puddles on the floor. Hank continued to pound away, his strokes becoming shorter and shorter, as his knot grew to full size inside Phil’s stuffed rectum. As he slowly regained his senses and could concentrate on the fantastic ecstasy that emanated from his ass, Phil realized that he had a raging, blue-steel hard-on and his cock was pouring pre-cum. He thought about reaching back and stroking his cock, but before he could, he erupted into his first rectal orgasm. It was awesome.

Thick jets of cum blasted from his convulsing cock and splattered heavily against his chin and neck and onto the floor. The pressure and massaging of Hank’s knot against his prostrate intensified and prolonged his orgasm to something way beyond anything Phil could have imagined beforehand. The ecstasy was overwhelming and he came until it felt like his balls were totally drained. As his orgasm subsided, he was completely spent, his cheek against the floor, and his arms outstretched on the floor past his head. But Hank was still pounding away steadfastly, his strokes becoming shorter as his knot grew to full size, becoming tighter and tighter in Phil’s ass.

As Phil regained his senses again, he felt Hank’s humping slow down greatly, and his knot expand to the point that he thought his rectum was going to explode. Hank tightened his grip on Phil’s waist, pulling himself deeper and harder into him, as he jerked and danced on his back paws. His throbbing, straining cock then erupted and spewed his hot cum deep into Phil’s bowels, as Hank whimpered and whined in ecstasy and relief. Phil contracted his anal muscles repeatedly, milking the big dog cock for every drop of cum it could provide. He could feel his bowels being pumped full of Hank’s wonderful, hot seed.

Hank laid heavily on Phil’s back, panting hard, as his cock pulsated inside Phil, pumping a seemingly never-ending supply of jism into him. Phil reveled in the experience…the feeling of ever-growing fullness and intimacy taking him to new heights of ecstasy. He turned his head back towards Hank, who responded by licking his face tenderly. From the living room, he heard Schultz whine softly. Somehow, in his heart, he knew there would be no problems between the two wonderful dogs, so he called to Schultz, who quickly arrived and began licking Phil’s face, chin and neck, cleaning his cum off of him.

Then Schultz moved down to Phil’s dick and began to lick it clean. Phil’s cock was already hard again and this just added to his pleasure. The constant pressure of Hank’s knot against his prostate, plus Schultz’s fantastic licking, had him almost ready to cum again, so he reached down and stroked his cock a few times, and it convulsed and again gushed a terrific flow of cum. This time, however, Schultz was there and he caught and quickly slurped up almost every drop of it. Then he licked up all the cum that was on the floor.

The contractions of Phil’s cumming had served to massage and stimulate Hank’s cock to the point that he started humping again, slowly at first, but within a minute or so, he was going full bore again. All Phil could do was to hang on for the ride of his life. Just as before, Hank’s humping built to an intense crescendo then suddenly slowed as he exploded into orgasm. Phil’s gut felt bloated to the limit, full of Hank’s love juices. The knot fit so tightly inside of Phil, that very little, if any of it escaped out of Phil. However, droplets of sweat dripped off of his balls and ran down his legs and Schultz eagerly lapped them up.

Hank and Phil were exhausted, but the stimulation of Schultz’s tongue kept prolonging their orgasmic pleasure. Finally Phil commanded Schultz to “Down, Stay”, so that they could recover. Phil’s knees ached. Hank slipped to the side, off of his back, and lifted one back leg over his rump so that he could turn around butt-to-butt with Phil. Hank pulled a little, but his knot was still very tightly embedded in Phil’s nether hole, and Phil responded with a “Whoa!” which stopped him. He then commanded Hank “Down”, and they both laid down, still butt-to-butt, with Phil on his side.

He loved being tied to Hank. He could still feel Hank’s cock pulsing inside of him, continuing to squirt small jets of jism into his bowels, pumping him fuller than he ever could have imagined. Hank panted with his tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth with a happy and satisfied look on his face. Phil’s lower abdomen felt SO bloated and full. He also thought that it looked bloated, too. He imagined what it would be like if he were pregnant, full of Hank’s puppies…. He thought of Tina, and wondered if she was going to be full of Scott’s puppies….

Finally, after about twenty minutes, Hank’s knot began to subside and he began to gently pull again. After a couple more minutes, assisted by the pressure of his cum built up in Phil’s bowels, his cock pulled free with a shlurping noise and a small gush of cum. When Hank’s cock slipped free, Phil clenched his sphincter as best he could to hold in as much cum as possible. He got up and hobbled to the bathroom, cum dribbling down his legs, and sat on the toilet. He felt like he had had a cum enema. His rear-end felt like it was gaped open and totally abused, but it was worth it. The whole experience had been much more physically and emotionally satisfying than he could ever have hoped for.

After a few minutes, he called Schultz to him and let him lick him clean. It felt so good and Schultz loved the taste and appreciated the opportunity to please his master. When Schultz had cleaned him thoroughly, Phil took a relaxing, hot shower. Both dogs were there to lick the water off his legs when he got out. After drying off, he headed to the bed and flopped onto it and covered up. Both dogs hopped onto the bed and laid down beside him, one on either side. He reached and scratched both of their heads. “Stereo dog heads…” he mumbled, with a smile on his face. As the three of them drifted off to sleep, Phil thought of their new lives and wondered what the future would bring…….

This post has been edited by Skeezix on Jul 24 2006, 08:40 PM

Chapters 16 & 17 are already under construction. Hope to have the next one out within a couple of weeks. I'm a slow writer, sorry...

A very very big 10............. An amazing story.......well done........ :clapping:

NICE Work Thanks for sharing :beer: :rock:

Stunning reformation of a great story now coming to a higher level. I stand in awe, empressed by the continued and unbroken logic of the storyline.

The return of the demon added a high point, offering a new spiral of added interest to the reader while opening the barn door for the writer to give the story a twist, kink, and taunt to enhance the delight of the reader.

This is an excellent story! :wub:

A rely good continuation :clapping:

A realy big TEN ^^

Hope for a story that will never ending

It so good!!!


i am not so good in english sorry :rolleyes:

Thank you for the kind words!! Y'all inspire me.

This post has been edited by Skeezix on Jul 26 2006, 08:21 AM

Excellent story, good writing. It's great to see something like this, keep it up.