Crazy Eight Kennels – 04 L&D

Luke loved to run. The best thing he found was that it cleared his mind, allowing him to forget about everything else that was going on in his life at any given moment. He had rented the Airbnb cottage in the Northumberland hills for its isolation, which should allow him to get over the disaster that was Marco.  

It had started well with hot, fiery passion and Marco fucking him every day. He had the most divine cock and was a heavy cummer. His body was strong, hairy and muscled compared to Luke’s much slighter frame, and he gave Luke the forceful and firm loving he craved. However, Marco was also a gambler, and when Luke caught him stealing from him to feed his habit, there had been an almighty row. There were tears and promises to change, and of course, make-up sex, but nothing changed, leading to the inevitable break-up.   

Luke started work as a plasterer but quickly picked up other skills such as painting and decorating, as well as general maintenance. This made him a valuable addition to a renovation team, and being self-employed could work anywhere in the country. However, with the bust-up with Mario for the next few weeks, all he wanted to do was get away from it all. Deciding to find somewhere remote, he booked the cottage on impulse and would sort out his permanent accommodation later. Although he loved the isolation, the one thing he really missed was cock.  He classed himself as versatile when it came to sex, but in reality, he was much more inclined towards being a bottom. Around these parts, he wasn’t sure if they had even heard of being gay, so he had resigned himself to a couple of weeks of celibacy or self-pleasure.   

Glancing at his Garmin watch, he decided he would head back but cut across country to the cottage. The steep incline would give him a good end-of-run workout to test his endurance to the limit. As he cut through the wooded area, he heard a low-pitched growling from the bushes and stopped, not concerned but curious. There, he saw a large Rottweiler sniffing the bushes, totally oblivious to Luke.  

Luke has always been cautious around dogs, especially ones that looked like they might eat you given the slightest provocation. Luke had no intention of upsetting this beast and slowly started to back away, hoping to make his exit unnoticed, but he stumbled and fell backwards. Hannibal turned to the noise and, in a flash, stood over Luke, growling down at him.   

Luke looked up into the glowing eyes of the dog and knew in an instant that this dog was an alpha. There are many interpretations of what an alpha is, but for Luke, an alpha was someone that he wanted to bend over for and take inside. It was someone to whom he submitted sexually, and that made his ass twitch and his cock leak. The only difference for Luke is that instead of this being someone, it was something. It didn’t matter to him; he knew he wanted to surrender to this beast.  

The dog’s cock had already started to emerge from its furry sheath, and almost in a daze, Luke reached out and gripped it gently, feeling it twitch in his hand as it started to rapidly grow. Not only did it increase in size, but the cock started to drip a copious amount of pre-cum, almost more than he had seen many men produce. It was warm to the touch, and as he worked it, the dog growled softly.  

“Good boy,” Luke moaned as he wriggled down between the dog’s body until the angry red cock was above his face. As a stream of watery pre-cum splashed on his face, and opening his mouth, Luke began to suck. As fast as he swallowed, the dog produced more cum with its slightly bitter taste. Suddenly, the dog pulled away and barked at Luke before growling menacingly.  

Luke knew what the dog wanted; well, he thought he knew, but what he did know was what he wanted. Pulling his running shorts off, he retained his jock strap as he rolled onto his hands and knees. When the dog stuck his nose in Luke’s ass, he groaned loudly, “Fuck me like the bitch I am.”  

Luke had been rimmed more than once, but this was at a whole new level as the dog’s long tongue probed and pushed inside his anal passage.   

Hannibal knew this bitch tasted and smelled different, but he didn’t care. The only thought pulsing in his brain was to fuck and breed this human bitch as he had with so many before. Lifting himself onto the human’s back, he started to thrust, his cock seeking a hole to breed.  

Luke could feel the weight of the dog on his back and the cock thrusting, seeking his anal opening.  The dog's paws shredded his shirt, and he could feel the claws scratching his skin.  For a brief moment, he was reminded of Marco when he came home sometimes drunk and would tear Luke’s joggers down and fuck him like a wild animal. This actually was a wild animal, and Luke reached blindly to guide him to his man-cunt. Luke grasped the slippery cock and placed the tip at his entrance.   

Hannibal felt the tip of his cock slip inside an opening, causing his cock to produce even more pre-cum. Female dogs produce no lubrication, so the male dogs produce fluids to ease their passage, which is exactly what Hannibal did. Shuffling his hind legs to get his balance, Hannibal gripped his new bitch with his front paws and thrust hard.  

Luke thought for one brief moment he would be torn in half as Hannibal thrust into him, and then his face was pressed forward into the grass as the dog started fucking him at high speed. Even Marco at his most virulent had never fucked him this hard. Luke had been to gay saunas and spent time in a sling where he was gangbanged, this was a one cock non-stop dog bang. Luke was screaming, not in pain but with the sheer joy of being fucked so completely.   

Hannibal tried to force his knot into Luke’s ass in preparation for breeding him, but Luke was still too tight. Hannibal was furious and fucked with renewed vigour, his brain screaming, “How dare this bitch refuse him entry?” Seeing Luke’s tightness as an act of defiance, Hannibal clamped his jaws around Luke’s neck to teach him subservience. Luke could feel the teeth grip, not hard enough to draw blood but sufficiently to send the primaeval message, ‘surrender’.  

“I am your bitch,” Luke yelled, not caring if any passerby heard and pushed back to accept Hannibal’s knot.  

The blinding flash of pain made sparks dance in front of Luke’s eyes as Hannibal forced his knot in. As if the dog were a human lover, Luke pleaded and begged for time to adjust, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. Now inside, Hannibal’s knot began to expand, sealing him and his new bitch together before he bred him.  

The swollen knot was pressed against Luke’s prostate, and when it started to throb, Luke moaned in delight. When the first jet of seed rippled through his bowels, Luke’s cock twitched and spurted human seed onto the grass. Hannibal panted happily as spurt after spurt filled Luke, making his belly swell. Luke could feel the saliva from Hannibal’s mouth dripping onto his back as the knot slowly shrivelled in his distended ass. Once Hannibal had disengaged, he stood, looking at Luke, waiting to see what happened next.  

“Okay, boy we had better see who you are as your owners might want you back, although I would love to steal you away forever.”  

Checking his name tag, Luke discovered his name for the first time as well as his address. It was the farm which was back over the hill for a couple of miles. He looked at the wreckage of his clothes that Hannibal had half-shredded and laughed, “I can’t take you back looking like this.”  

It was starting to get dark, so he decided to take Hannibal back to the cottage where he could feed him, get himself showered and changed, then take him back in the morning. If he was honest with himself, he also hoped that he might be able to get another session with Hannibal.  

The cottage said no pets, but Luke snorted in derision as this dog wasn't his pet; it was the most wonderful lover he had ever encountered. Fixing him some steak and a water bowl, Luke jumped in the shower and gave himself a good rinsing down.  

By the time he got out of the shower, it was pretty much dark, and Luke found Hannibal standing, watching him with his intense eyes. Luke knew he wanted him inside him again, and glancing round for somewhere suitable, he felt Hannibal nudging him towards the patio door. There was a tiny flagged area outside the cottage with a small table and chairs, as well as a couple of sun loungers.  

“Oh you kinky dog, you want to fuck me outside,” Luke laughed as he slid the patio door open.   
 
Draping himself over the sun lounger, Luke knew that he had total privacy, not that he really cared that much; he would do anything Hannibal wanted. He felt the long tongue probing in his ass, and for a brief moment, he thought that perhaps he should have lubed up, but it was too late for that. He wanted to suck the dog first as he considered himself an expert when it came to giving blow jobs, but Hannibal wasn’t interested. Instead, Hannibal jumped up and started to jab, seeking his new bitch’s breeding hole.  

Luke reached behind and guided his new lover to his eager man cunt and groaned with pleasure as Hannibal entered him. Bracing against the hard slats, he felt the claws nip his hips slightly as the dog started to power fuck him. The lubrication coming from Hannibal’s cock was sufficient to allow him to start fucking without much pain.  

This time, Luke was ready for the knot when Hannibal pushed it home and yelled with joy as it drove inside. As it started to throb, Luke worked his own cock until he splashed his seed all over the flagstones. As Hannibal filled him, Luke knew he wanted this to last forever.  

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