Mutt
Mutt - M/M, Semi-NC/Language/Oral/Anal/Rough - November 01, 2006
I am a Mutt
By Afril
(cl) 2006 The Gay Furry Association
Another naughty daydream that wouldn't stop bothering me until I wrote it down
Here I am. Laying in an alleyway. I would puke but it hurts too much. I would die, but I can't - The 'craving' has ahold of me and it hurts much worse than the bruises. Humans... Not their fault really - I was just a convenient target Something to beat on. But I didn't play along.. I didn't scream loud enough I guess. So I lay here, beaten up, cramping, wishing I had some 'Dust'. Yes, I am a Junkie.
When I was growing up, I never even heard the word. We had whino's and guys like that. But never any 'Druggies'.. I never told my mom when I grow up I want to be laying in some corner, wanting nothing more than my next hit. And not caring how I got it. But after High school, I bummed around. Got a job. Snorted some 'Dust' with a friend. It helped. Work was easier, life had more color.. But I needed more and more to keep the same high.
First I lost my job. So what, I had a bag full of Rainbows. Then I lost my apartment. And the rainbows were becoming a little tarnished. It didn't take long before I had sold everything but the clothes on my back. Every trophy, every ring, every memento.. Anything that would keep me in my drug of choice. But I was to sink lower still.
When I couldn't get the money I begged it off friends, stole from neighbors.. I lived under bridges, in sewer pipes, on grates. I didn't care.. Long as my nose burned with sweet release. Maybe if I had been taken to Jail, my life would have changed.. But I was always one step ahead.. Sometimes it was just crawling into a hole while others got slapped around and taken in. Or I heard raids were going on and moved - It was easy, everything I owned was on my back. Even stared into the barrel of a gun when I offered to give muzzle to a dealer. I wish he would have pulled the trigger..
I was beyond caring by then - Anything to get the powder that made me forget who I was, what I had become... And how much I had lost. I begged him for it. Got on my knees, told him I would suck his cock, his balls, bend over and be his bitch.. Anything to have what I needed. It wouldn't have been the first time. That would have been a 'Gloryhole' some months back. You learn how to get the 'boys' off in exchange for money.. The better you suck, the faster they cum. The more 'patrons' you get off, The more drugs you can buy. But you have to keep moving - Gangs, Jealous lovers, Police... Pretty soon nobody will let you into the theaters, the porn shops, the bathrooms where I plied my trade. They think you are diseased.. And even if they do look the other way, you can't perform...
The 'shakes' won't let you do anything but shiver. The cravings will make you grab your gut and fall on the ground. And you will do anything - Anything to make then stop. He looked at me and laughed. Shoved me away with a shoe that probably cost a months salary - When I had a job. So I crawled away, Not even worth 'Wasting a bullet on.' Wasn't much fun to beat up either.. The humans kicked me, smacked me around, and left me laying here, waiting to see what happens next. I really don't care.. I hurt too much to care.
* * * *
"Hey, You ok?"
I didn't need my nose to tell the voice was human. Morphs don't ask stupid questions. He's useless - Cut his throat, Skin his pelt, Send the body off for meat. Hands are on me.. Feeling me up. Feeling me over - My ribs, my belly, my legs.. My balls? Just my luck, A faggot angel. But we were taught in school, Angels have wings and halo's.. I crack an eyelid. No wings. No horns either. Ow! My tail..
"Bent but not broken."
Ok, Mister faggot angel.. Roll me over, do what you want, and leave me here to die in peace. He helps me to my feet instead. Forces me to walk to the Bench. Hails a taxi - And the damn thing stops for him too.. Humans! I wouldn't expect a cab to stop for me if I had a thousand dollar suit on. Another sharp pain as he bundles me in the back seat. Alone thank the gods.. He gets up front with some dumb story about me 'drinking' too much. I can still hear you, Asshole.. Ahhh! Not so fast across those potholes!
Stopped. Stopped? And now he wants me to walk.. Bet he has to pay extra for the cab to have his seat fumigated.. Too damn bad! We are inside. He is holding me, getting my clothes - If you can call these rags clothing - off me. Am I hungry? No, you stupid Tree-Climbing, Bastard Ape-Son.. I want Dust! I want that powder that lets me pretend life is worth living. Look, I know you brought this stray dog home because you want a sex-toy.. So just hump me, let me sleep and kick me out when I bite your ass, ok?
'Drink this..' Water. Well, maybe it will stop the.. Gawl Damn! How did you manage to put Fire in water? I feel pretty good.. In fact I feel Real good. I feel So Good I think I will... Fall flat on my face.
* * * *
"Morning."
But Ma.. I don't wanna get up yet. Wait a minute - Ma doesn't kiss like that!
"Up Puppy.. I don't want you peeing on my bed."
That crack makes me so mad, I almost lifted an eyebrow. And I would - But my hair hurts. Thinking hurts.. So stop thinking, Idiot. Alright. Hey - Someone has ahold of my hand.. And someone is grabbing my butt with another.. And we are stumbling towards - A shower! The last time I had a shower was when it rained. And this is a warmmmmmm....
Somebody keeps prodding me like I was a piece of meat. Or maybe it's torture because every time the fingers dig in I want to scream... Except down there. Oh yeah.. Stroke me. A little more.. A little - Oh Gods! Shove my tail out of the way and Fuck me in the Ass! Make me howl and roll on my back and be your Bitch! I stop humping air long past the time my balls are empty.. And I whine when fingers tease my knot, Keeping me hard.
"Marry me.." I moan, wanting to melt into a puddle of bliss.
Teeth gently bite my ear. "I can't.. We are both guys."
Always a snag someplace.. Forget the fact we are guys, A human marrying an anthro would get us both lynched.. A slap on my butt makes me whine again. Leaving me here alone.. With all this lovely hot water? Phew! Someone has been rolling in skunk-shit.. Urk. My nose is working again.. So I wash. Painfully, finding muscles I never knew I had yell at me as I rub soap on them. Get it all rinsed off. Turn the water off Somehow.. Get out to find a brush, a towel and a hair dryer. Come on - Not even the gayest ferret I knew in school used a dryer.. The towel I manage.. The brush - Forget it. Maybe if I soaked in conditioner, I could get the knots out of my pelt. Or a pair of scissors.
So where was the Horny Angel? Sitting on his butt, waiting for me. Do I smell? Oh Man! Bacon.. Real bacon... Half a slice? Come on now! I take a bite.. And damn near ralf it back out. Has it been That long? My teeth hurt, my jaw hurts, my stomach is turning inside out.. And I get it down with a bite of bread to follow. And a glass of.. I look at the human who is ignoring me. It doesn't smell like anything. It doesn't taste like.. Whoo! That'll starch your tail up.. Look at the room spin. Whatsh you want.. Bed? Okie seshy.. Sexie. Look, Just stick it in my mouth, and wake me when you are done.. Ooooooo - Darkne
* * * *
The sun has moved clear across the house when I again open my eyes. Everything hurts, but only in a dull aching sort of way. An arm is draped across my chest and someone with a hard-on is snuggled against my back. I know it is hard because it is between my cheeks. My mouth tastes faintly of grease, and my ass doesn't hurt. He didn't take advantage of me while I slept? Idiot.. Then the hands grip my body as I shake. Shiver.. I know I am probably jerking him off with my cheeks, as hard as I am twitching. But all he does is hold me. Tease my nipples until I can lay and wheeze. What happened to the Horny Angel? Just an angel now?
I am confused - Guys want my muzzle or ass to get off in. I get money and 'Dust'. Nobody just hugged me.. Not since. Damnit, I told myself I wouldn't cry. But I do anyway. He's hugging me now. Yes, his hard-on is still dug in my butt, and yes he is still caressing me.. But he is holding me close to him. Not saying anything.
"Sorry.."
I mumble, ashamed of myself. I am supposed to be seducing this guy so I can get back on the street.. So I can get back to the filth and pain and 'Dust'. This time the shiver has nothing to do with the cravings.. And another one as he finds my erection, teasing it.
"Why?"
He rolls me on my back, kissing me again. I don't know why! Alright - I made a mess of my life. I never wanted to sell my butt for drugs. I was going to have a job and a wife and kids and Damn your hand feels good.. I rack my brains trying to remember if I ever had any feelings towards guys... Nope. Not before the Haze. And now? Now, I am in bed with a naked human and he is making me.. Me.. Ahhhhhhhhh!
* * * *
It is dark. I can feel his warm body against mine. There is no stickiness on my chest and belly. He washed me off? Crud.. At this rate I am going to be his sex-slave for a week just to make up for what he has done for me. Or do I? I have robbed houses before. I can take some stuff, be at Louie's in a few hours and dreaming for days.. Then he squeezes my balls and I whine like the bitch I am. He may as well collar and leash me - I am not leaving anytime soon. Alright - So I am his 'Dog'.. If he isn't going to make the first move, I will. I roll over and move my head down his body to nuzzle his crotch, inhaling his scent unmasked by burned membranes and drug-haze. Spicy.. It makes me drool a little as I lick his balls. Mmmmmm - He gasps softly. How long has it been since I heard a real moan? Not one of those 'You're good kid. Here's 5 bucks.' But a genuine moan. He tastes good and I slowly lap his nuts until they are wet.
There is enough light to see his cock. Thin - That is to say not sheathed, nor does it have a knot. The head juts out at me as I hold it, feeling it throb in my grip. A gentle tug and a pearl of pre glistens between the tiny lips. This part is easy. Kissing the head smears the sticky fluid over my lips.. Another kiss makes him moan again as I tug another drop out to lick up. Wow! I am not used to clean cocks.. Nor to humans - They rarely came to the places I frequented.. I slide my lips around the fat head, holding it, letting it lay on my tongue, inhaling the smell of hot male. Come on. Move your hips and pump your cock into the doggie.. No? Cradling his balls in my hand I grip his ass with the other - Squeezing the firm, naked skin to give him the idea.
Still all he does is play with my ears and wait.. Going to make me work for my supper. A slow push on his rear and a slow drop of my head sliding more of his meat into my mouth. Having a muzzle means gagging really isn't a problem - Unless you get a really long one. My gag-reflex went the first month I was hustling.. They wanted the knot in my cheeks, they got it. And I swallowed every drop.. Not because I like cum.. Because it was swallow or gag. Then I swallowed because feeling a cock throb in my mouth felt cool - Waves of vibrations rocking my head gently as the little sperms slid down into my stomach. I could hear them singing as I coaxed them up from their little round homes.
Now.. I felt his cock throb along my tongue, The veins thicken as I slid his shaft through my lips.. Hot, thick, I buried my face in his crotch, sucking wantonly, stroking his nuts as I give my first blow-job in some days. The feel of his naked skin.. The sounds his body makes as I tug on his shaft, biting the base gently - I have to. My teeth still hurt. But I would anyway.. This cock I want in my mouth and ass for many days to come. MMmmmmm - He throbs in my mouth, cum jetting down my throat, sliding slick and wet into my gullet. Another shot.. Another. I pull back, eager to taste his semen.. Bland compared to what I am used to. I collar the head with my lips and Suck, wanting all he has to give me.. I stroke his shaft, thumbing the fat tube along the underside to get all of his juice. Then I just cradle it in my mouth, feeling him go soft.. Slowly as I do lap at the head just because I have a mean streak and he deserves some payback for blasting my balls out.
I sleep with his crotch in my face, cock in my mouth.. Now a tiny bud, still as tasty, still warm as I kiss it. He leaves to use the pot, returning to my arms, with the sour flavor of urine. I could have told him not to bother.. I have drank whatever came out of a cock for many months - Not caring what, long as I got 'Dust'. But I just lick his head clean, kissing it again. Hmmm - I could get used to this 'kept' thing.
* * * *
Morning comes again.. We are cuddled together, my cock hard and slapping my belly as the human strokes it softly. I guess I should call him 'Lover'.. The shakes are not as bad, the pains are. But the sweet pleasure of a bed, a hand on my cock and the fact I am alive keeps them at bay.
"Shower.." he growls in my ear, squeezing my knot so I moan and push back, grinding my ass into his crotch.
"Fuck me." I counter, hoping for more time to lay and not do anything.. When I don't hear a reply, I roll over and look at him. Shit! 'Timmy lost his Lassie..' We all know the damn show. Brave dog bonds with stupid kid. Dog dies. Kid is heartbroken. Kid gets new dog.. But some kids don't. You see it in the eyes. They way they look at you. I want to slap him.. To snarl, 'I am not your Damn childhood companion - I am a faggot mutt junkie who wants your dick in his ass so he can wear you out, knock you in the head. Steal..' Hell..
"If you call me Laddie, I will bite you right in the ass!"
He laughs and hugs me, squeezing my butt firmly. This isn't happening. I am not feeling sympathy for a damn ape-son with a doggy crush.. He slaps my butt again.
"Wash - you stink."
Dammit! My tail is wagging.. I look at him again. Oh yeah - They were lovers too. Did your parents take him away? Did he die and you felt guilty? Why did you take me off the streets.. And why the hell am I asking stupid questions? Off to the shower - Hot Water... Strong fingers digging into my back and sides and ass.. Washing me. Massaging me. This time I pull myself away long enough to pin him to the wall. Kneel and take his cock in my mouth again. No nice and slow. No savoring the smooth skin sliding between my lips. Just a hard, fast muzzlepump that has him gripping my head and blasting his wad down my throat. I squeeze his ass roughly, holding him up as I work his dick with my lips and tongue. Getting shudders and screeches.. Not stopping until he begs me to.
I am not a gentle friend, a loving companion.. I am a Mutt. An anthrocanine, Whose ancestors came from a set of vats. And I will hurt you.. Fingers caress my ears, scritching the bases and I moan around the meat. I don't even have to hear the water splashing to know my tail is wagging again. No Fair!
"Food.." he pants, as I nuzzle his balls. Gently pushes me on my rump and gets out, giving me a very close view of His ass. Urf.. Ok, So wash. You remember how. Then out, dry. Two towels worth.. The comb. I stare at it. It stares back.. I used to brush myself daily. Now - Damn It Hurts! Damn It Hurts! Damn It Hurts! Clumps of hair get yanked out from my arms, legs, chest.. Tossed into the little trashcan. It is going to take several days to get all the crud out of my hide. I grin at my reflection, almost ashamed at the thin, red-eyes mutt. I wouldn't look at twice if I saw him on the street. Probably walk past a little faster.
This time I manage a whole piece of bread and some meat - A little. Coffee.. When did coffee drop off my list of 'Must have' things? Oh yeah - When 'Dust' took over my life. And I get shooed back into the bedroom. 'Rest'.. I have been Resting. Well, Maybe a nap. . .
Afternoon already? A little more food, some more of those damn 'puppy-eyes'. Alright, so I looked like a wreck. And I still whine when he lays beside me naked and tweaks my nipples. I am not your long-lost love.. And stop making me moan and wag my tail every time you scratch my ears! Or that.. Oh Gods.. That spot. Yes that one.. Oh - Oh Please Don't Stop. He stopped. You are Soooo Dead!
* * * *
Routine - I had forgotten what that was. To wake up in a bed, and wash and eat regularly.. Have a hot lover to lay beside - Speaking of which...
"Do you have any lube?"
I can hear the gears grinding in his head, as we lay next to each other.
"You don't have to..."
I reach over and grab his cock, squeezing it firmly as I get up and straddle his hips. "Drool or lube, it's going..."
Gel-Glide. I haven't seen this stuff in ages! The tube sits in my hand for a long moment.. I don't dare look at him, because I know what I will see in his eyes. A couple of drips on his shaft, caressed to warm both the dick and the lube, And I push the head in me. I have waited a long time to do this and Nothing is going to stop me.. He shivers under me as I wriggle my ass and push downward. Damn! I got tight again.. I remember doing horses and bulls - Somewhat. But it doesn't matter, All I do is lift my tail a little more and let gravity do the work. I have to because I am shivering again.. And he is holding me and trying to tell me it's alright. We don't have to..
"Shut Up!" I roll onto my back, grip my ankles and lift them.
"Get on.. " There is a long pause.. I grit my teeth - "Please.."
To think I have to beg to get my ass.. Yeowl! He is on top of me, my legs are on his shoulders and he is kissing me and grabbing my sides and pounding my butt into my shoulders.. And there it is again! That damn worship burning in his eyes. I have to turn my head before I barf on him.. Look, Just fuck me, ok? I must have said it out loud because he starts pumping harder.. And it starts to feel good.. Real good. He is hitting all the right spots to make me moan and start humping back..
And he freezes. Oh good. He is about to.. Cry? Big wet sobs wetting my chest as I slip my legs off his shoulders and wrap them around his hips.. Come on - It was starting to feel good again. Come on.. Fuck your puppy... Please? Shit! He is hard and hilted in my ass, and all he is doing is sobbing like.. Like Timmy found Lassie. I rub his head and rub his crotch as slowly the sobs stop and the fingers let go of my hide. I can feel the heat in my hands from his cheek as I rub it, wriggling as little as other desires waken again. That's it, Monkey's Son.. Move your butt because I am too tired to move mine. A little harder.. Harder.. Ah Gods!
I had forgotten how good it felt to cum with a cock deep in me. Squirting hot, spurts of lust into my guts. I wrapped my legs around his ass and dug my fingers into his back and made sure he gave me all he had. Mmmmmmm.. As I lay not caring how sticky we got, I though back a few minutes.. Something wasn't right. He slowly slid out of me, kissed me and stood with a whispered, "Shower." As I drooled, watching his ass walk away, he looked at me over a shoulder.. And I knew. Knew where I had seen that look before. You bastard. You watched them.. Watched that gang beat on me. Knew you couldn't do anything, so you waited. Waited until I was worn down and pliable. Then you swooped in and 'rescued me.' And now what? I don't need you anymore. I can leave anytime. Go back to my old life... Shit. No I can't.. I don't have an Old Life. I have Before 'Dust' and After. And I like the 'After' a lot more. So what am I going to do? Wait for 'Timmy' to come home? He would love that.. Here is his childhood lover, all grown up and waiting for him by the front door. Not even! I wasn't born a 'kept-pooch', and I don't intend to start..
Then he comes waltzing through the door, smelling of clean and lust and hot male.. Grabs me in a deep hug and a long loving kiss that takes my breath away. His hand slide down my back to my ass to squeeze my cheeks firmly.
"Hello beautiful."
Crud. I can see the adoration in his eyes, the undisguised lust.. And dammit - It feels good to be wanted. He rubs my belly, tweaks my nipples and my cock jumps out of it's holder, ready for action again as he covers my body with his.
"Lube?" I whisper, watching him grin.. Arching as he stuff a slick finger under my tail followed by a much longer 'digit'.
And every day I find myself caring less and less for the old places. The old way of life I had. The first weekend he got off, He made steaks. Not those pseudo-cow, probably ground rat at three times the price stuff either. Real hunks of meat! Seared on the outside, rare in the middle.. And he watched me eat the whole thing. Not with a 'Your ass is mine now!' kind of look either.. I have seen those from guys who think they feed you, They fuck you. Hey, I peddled my ass for 'Dust'.. A decent meal would have gotten you an evening of any sex act you wanted. So, Being polite, I said Thank You..
He said, "You're Welcome." And kissed me. It shocked me how deep his desire ran. Still runs. Ok, So he loves canines, more than some. He likes to get physical - Long as I start things. The first time he said he loved me, I laughed. The second time I dismissed it as we were going at it hot and heavy.. Just something that slipped out, never really meant. The third time scared me witless. because he was holding me - Just laying beside me, holding me and said it. Not the youth saying he loves his pet - That was in there. But as one lover says to another. And I felt - confused. Tried to explain it away as not being real.. I figured it would wear off. I would get 'straight' and go on to other things.. He would stop caring about me as a stray, and let me go - Find another dog in need. But it has been a month. And I find myself watching the clock. Waiting for him to get home so I can cook. and wash.. And make him moan. So I write this to whoever will read it. And if you know my parents, just let them know I am so sorry.. And that maybe someday I will visit them. But right now, I have someone who needs me, who loves me for who I am.. And it has been a very long time since that has happened.
- John Romal, Canine
* * * *
The male reads the letter again, shrugs.. 'English' wasn't his major, so after spell-checking it, he puts in the 'Real stories of Human/Canine Relationships' section of the Bulletin Board he has been looking at the past few days. Stretches, gets up and turns the machine off. Shivers a little. The need was still there. The desire.. Probably would be for the rest of his life. But now he had something else to desire. To want. Timothy.. Somewhere the gods were laughing. Timothy who did have a canine lover. Who watched that lover die in a second-class hospital. 12 years later he found another canine. John walked quietly into the bedroom, dropped his shorts, crawled in beside his lover. Kissed the human, who immediately hugged him close. Tim still had nightmares about waking alone.. And every time his lover would hold him, kiss him.. Sometimes do more as he enjoyed getting the human off.
Looked into the pale brown eyes. Smiled and kissed the little nose. Maybe someday he would leave. But it was hard to leave a warm house, a hot lover, good food every day. And those eyes..
"Go back to sleep.. Lover."
John nuzzles against the smooth skinned male, Not knowing what the future held, but liking his chances - At least in the Love department.
The End