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Finding My Place: Pt 1

Note to readers: This story is based on one I am 100% sure that I’ve read on this site but since have not been able to find. If anyone knows the original or its writer, please let me know. Not trying to plagiarize or steal IP, but it has been driving me bonkers that I cannot find the original.

This story involves humans having sex with animals, domination, and degredation. If this offends you, or is illegal where you live, turn back now!

To the author of the original piece: If you feel like I have infringed on your IP, message me and I will remove the story. I consider this an homage to the original and I am not trying to step on any toes (or paws ;P).

One last note, I am open for commissions. Message me for details, I have no boundaries for works of fiction and a pretty kinky mind so don’t be shy.

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I had just turned 24 in June. I grew up with a loving family in a comfortable home. Honestly, I wanted for nothing. I graduated high school with a high GPA and multiple AP credits. I went to a good college, graduated towards the top of my class with a degree in business management. The world was my oyster. After college, I moved out of my parents house to a new city on the other side of the country. I wanted to set out on my own, stand on my own two feet. With all the potential I processed, my parents were extremely supportive. Dad even gave me the money for the deposit on my first apartment.

Over the next year, I struggled to get a job, the ones that would hire me were all beneath my qualifications. Money was tight, I had to settle for a part-time minimum wage position at a local grocery store. During this year, my parents became increasingly insistent that I return home. Their reasoning was not fully off base. They had covered most of my rent during this time, they were by no means wealthy. Mom told me that it was time for this experiment to end and invited me to live at home while I continued looking for a job in my home state. After a few months, believing that it would force my hand, they cut me off. Cut to now, I am two months behind on rent, surviving off instant ramen, my phone, water, and power are constantly in a state of getting cut off. Needless to say, my life hasn’t turned out the way I had envisioned it.

I considered myself straight. I had gotten a blowjob from a boy in college who lived on my floor freshman year. I was drunk and he was persistent. From what I remember, it felt just as good as any girl, not that I had much experience there, but it was never something I consciously pursued. I did have one kink that put my sexuality outside the “norm”, in my teenage years, late at night on the family computer, I had stumbled across beastiality porn. It felt dirty and forbidden and got me rock hard every time. Some faceless man shoving his huge cock in a dog’s puffy spade, even by teenage standards, I never lasted long. We did have a family dog, a female german shepard. After a few months of enjoying watching other fucking dogs, I decided to give it a try myself. I was still a virgin at this point and horny as hell all of the time. So, one day, when my parents and siblings were out of the house for the day, I laid her down on the floor, rolled her onto her back, lined myself up and tried to force myself in. She yelped, but the warmth of my tip starting to enter her took over my mind and I continued to thrust. She was having none of it, in one acrobatic move, she used her hind legs to simultaneously kick me off and flip herself on to her paws. The maneuver hurt quite a bit, both the twisting motion against my rock hard cock and the claw that caught my sack as she parcoured off of me. She began to lick her pussy as I reeled in shock. My sack was bleeding slightly, and I panicked that the incident would leave her scared and afraid of me begging questions from my family. After a few moments of her cleaning herself, she padded over to me, as if to reassure me, and began licking the blood from my balls. The sensation was wonderful. I was instantly at full mast again. Then her tongue began migrating up my shaft and to my foreskin. I was in heaven. Every few licks, her teeth would catch my foreskin, sending a shock of pain that caused my body to jump, but it made the feeling of ecstasy that much more intense. I shot my load all over my stomach and her muzzle and she continued to lick until the sticky puddles were all gone, her tail wagging the entire time. That day, I allowed her tongue to assist me several more times (I could go 7 or 8 times in a day at the time) before my family arrived home. My mom walked into the family room with her and I on the floor, thankfully I had clothed myself a few minutes prior, her head resting on my lap as I watched TV. Mom commented on what a sweet scene it was to walk in on, a boy and his dog lounging the day away. If only she knew, the dog was just waiting for her next snack. This continued every opportunity I had until I left for college. Sadly, our dog died during my sophomore year.

Back to my current state of dismal affairs. I was still active on several zoophilla sites and forums. It may have been one of the reasons that I had not actively pursued a traditional romantic life, some fear that any girl I dated would eventually find out and be understandably horrified. I would post from time to time seeking owners with dogs I could play with. I never really had any luck, a couple responses that ended up being a tease or came with strings that I couldn’t look past. Nevertheless, I continued my search. I had considered getting my own dog, but my building did not allow pets. One fateful evening, I logged on to a response to a recent inquiry I had made. In my post, I mentioned my current financial situation, hoping that it would garner some pity. The post was from a user named pupmama. Pupmama’s response read:

Hi there dogboy. Sorry to hear about your current situation. Glad to hear you have the same LOVE of animals as me. I have a proposition for you that may solve two of your problems. I have several dogs that need consistent servicing. I could also use a full-time pet sitter for them as I often work long hours and travel. If you are interested, you can live at my house (I have a basement apartment that is unused) rent free, fuck all the dogs your heart desires, and I can help you pay off some of your back rent debt in exchange for dog sitting services. Let me know ASAP, I’ve sent this offer to a few others and I doubt the position will be open for very long ;).

It almost seemed too good to be true. I hesitated at first but the alternative was moving back in with mom and dad. I responded indicating my interest and within the hour pupmama gave me her address and instructions on starting my new position. I was told not to bring too many things with me, she was willing to keep paying my rent so that I could leave my belongings there. She said the apartment in the basement was fully furnished. She did request that I be fully showered prior to my arrival, something about the dogs having a delicate constitution. So the next morning I set out with nothing more than my cell phone and wallet to the address provided.

The house was huge, she must have a really successful career to afford such a mansion in this city. I walked up the long driveway that seemed secluded from the rest of the city with a thick layer of trees and bushes. I could hear several dogs barking wildly, it sounded like they were outside, she must have a large yard. The front door was palatial to say the least, it almost seemed over the top ornate. I did note the welcome mat which had the pictures of busts of several different breeds of large dog. After a moment to get up my nerve, I rang the doorbell, the dogs went wild barking, then suddenly stopped.

When the door finally opened, there standing in the entry way, was a younger woman, maybe early 30s, not unattractive, in blue jeans and a tight white t-shirt. Behind her, stood one of the largest male german shepherds I had ever seen. The dog didn’t bark but regarded me with a look that said, “try something, I dare you”.

“Pupmama?” I said hesitantly. Again, I didn’t have much experience with women.

The woman didn’t respond right away, instead she looked me up and down, moving her head from side to side to see different angles.

After what seemed like an eternity, she said, “You’ll do, before you come in I will need your wallet and phone. You won’t need those here. I will return them when and if you decide to leave.”

That gave me pause. I didn’t want to relinquish either item, but for some reason I started reaching into my pockets to retrieve them. Something about the tone of her voice made me obey.

“How’d you get them to stop barking when I rang the doorbell?” I asked handing over my personal effects.

“You will address me as mistress going forward, and you will understand in time.” She snatched the wallet and phone from my hand. I stood there agape at the sudden command.

“The response your looking for is ‘yes mistress.’” Her tone was strict but not angry or loud.

“Yes, mistress.” I responded. I started through the entryway but was soon stopped when the slight woman refused to yield the path. Face to face, inches apart, we stood in silence for a beat.

Finally she said, “Come in” and stepped to the side. “Shoes off, leave them here, and the sock might as well go too, they look a little dingy.”

I complied and removed my shoes and socks and neatly tucked them by the door. I followed her through the large dwelling, the german shepherd following close behind me almost between my legs.

As we arrived at the back sliding glass door, I saw at least six dogs jumping and barking at the glass. From their undercarriages, I couldn’t see any females. Only six well hung large breed dogs. One rottweiler, one great dane, a doberman, a lab, some sort of pit bull mix, and a husky.

As mistress approached the door, she gave a terse tsk sound and all six dogs went silent and sat down.

“These are my boys. You will get to know them well in the next few days. They are your charges.”

I was confused, my post was specific about my sexual preference and there wasn’t a female among them.

“As I mentioned, they need frequent servicing or they get a little aggressive. That will be part of your duties. Also cleaning up after them, keeping them company, all the normal pet things.”

I stood silent, shying back a little until I bumped into the german shepherd behind me, his nose going right into my ass crack.

I let out a little yelp from the surprise, the whole situation was a little fucked. As I stepped forward to remove the shepherd’s nose from my ass, he raised a paw in an attempt to pull me back towards him which I ignored.

“Something the matter?” Mistress asked.

“I -- well in my post -- er -- I’m not gay.” I finally managed to stammer out.

“Neither are they, and being gay isn’t required. This isn’t romance, it’s a job.” She sounded dismissive, like he just said the most ridiculous non-sequitor. “I have other candidates, the door is behind you, Sarge may take his tax on your way out, but you are free to leave whenever you want.”

I glanced back at the large shepherd who was looking up at me licking his lips with anticipation, between his legs, a small flash of red poked free from the girthy, fuzzy sheath.

“Let’s continue,” she said without giving me a moment to consider my options. As she walked towards the sliding glass door, the six large canines on the other side parted to make way. Sarge bumped me from behind to usher me forward.

She slid the glass door open and walked into the middle of the pack, all of whom laid down as she walked into their midst. As I reached the threshold, a solid nudge from Sarge pushed me out onto the patio.

“You’ve met Sarge, he will be your alpha.” I glanced over my shoulder to see the shepherd wagging his tail, head held high with pride.

“Champ, greet.” She commanded. The rottweiler stood up, barked once and lifted his front paw. I didn’t realize I was supposed to shake it and Champ barked again.

“Shake,” Mistress said, not to Champ but to me. Without hesitation, I kneeled down and shook Champ’s paw. The rottweiler seemed pleased and licked my face in excitement.

“Manners,” Mistress commanded. Champ laid back down.

“Ser, greet” The dane stood, barked once and presented his front paw. This time I kneeled without command and shook the dane’s paw. The dane laid back down, but this time as I went to stand back up, mistress put a food on my right knee keeping me down, “might as well stay down there, four more to go.” The physical dominance excited me, my pants tightened.

The introductions continued, Trigger the doberman, Blue the silver lab, Loki the pit bull, and Koda the husky. After the introductions, mistress dismissed the dogs and they scattered into the yard. Trigger and Blue both squatted and relieved their bowels.

“Good boys, perfect timing. This is an important part of your responsibilities... Finn.” mistress produced a roll of dog poop bags and held them in front of me as I was still held prone by her foot.

“My name is --” her heel dug into my calf and I winced in pain.

“Finn is an appropriate name for a cute little pup like you. No need to complicate things.” The pressure on my leg eased up, “Now, the lawn must remain immaculate, this roll is the only one I will be providing you for the duration, use them wisely. It will be expected of you to come up with more ecological methods once these are exhausted.”

I reached up to take the roll and she pulled it back, “Uh, uh, uh, puppies don’t have hands.” At this point, my knees were starting to scream with pain. I placed my hand back on the ground and looked up at mistress. I slowly opened my mouth and crawled towards her as she reached back out with the roll of poop bags. I took them in my mouth and started towards the piles of shit. The boys romped around me, two or three attempted to mount and were met with a harsh tsk from mistress. I dropped the roll of bags on the ground and used my teeth to rip a bag off the roll. With the bag in my mouth, I had to pause. How do I open the bag and pick up the feces without my hands. I looked up at mistress who waited impatiently.

I was able to use my tongue, teeth and pinning the bag under my hands to open it more, which I then draped over the shit and attempted to pick it up in my mouth. Unsuccessfully, I might add. The taste was bitter, the smell permeated my nose. Trigger circled me wagging his tail with amusement, stopping to sniff my ass on each pass. I suppressed my gag reflex and padded my way over to the poop bin by the front door and dropped it in. I still had one more pile to go.

I had left the roll by the first pile and Trigger had picked it up and started playing with it. When I caught up to him and tried to grab it back and received a nasty growl from Trigger baring his teeth. I took the hint and gave up on that pursuit.

“Hurry up, little puppy, we don’t have all day.” Mistress was grinning from ear to ear.

I reached the pile, the smell was overwhelming. The shit was a little softer than I was hoping. I leaned down and opened my mouth. Why was I doing this? I should just leave right now, stand up, ignore mistress or pupmama or whoever she is and walk out. Would she really let me leave?

I didn’t have an answer but I continued and put the pile in my mouth, trying to avoid contact with my tongue. It squelched around in my mouth. I started to gag, I was definitely going to throw up.

“If you make more of a mess you will have to clean that too.” She was having fun watching this. Is this how she got her kicks?

I crawled as fast as I could and spat/vomited the feces into the pale. I heaved a few more times, completely emptying my stomach.

“Good boy, Finn.” Mistress stroked my head like a dog, “We have to let the others get a chance to finish their business, sometimes it takes a few minutes. I’ll leave you to monitor, a test to see how you seven get along. Sarge is in charge until I get back.” She scratched the shepherd behind the ears, “You play nice boys.” And she went back into the house leaving me on all fours in the large yard with dogs.

For the most part, they just ran around the yard wrestling for a good ten minutes. I waited patiently on all fours watching for the next pile and for my chance to reclaim the roll of bags from Trigger. Sarge sat on the patio behind me, I hadn’t noticed him get up and position himself right behind me. By the time I realized it was too late. He had grabbed ahold of my pant leg and pulled so hard my leg went out from under me and my chest hit the ground knocking the wind out of me.

As I regained my composure and started to get back up, I realized the shepherd had gotten my pants all the way down to my knees. My boxer briefs had slipped below my ass cheeks as well. I would certainly have to disobey mistress and use my hands if I wanted to pull them back up. As I reached back to attempt to shimmy my way back into them, I felt a weight on my back and two paws wrap around my waste, claws digging into my flesh. On my bare ass, I felt the steady tap tap tap of Sarge’s fuzzy sheath beginning to probe its target area.

In horror, I tried to wriggle the canine off my back and was met with a low growl and a set of sharp teeth on my neck, with just enough pressure to let me know that he was in control but not break the skin. I stopped my wriggling. I figured with the haphazard probing, the beast likely wouldn’t find his mark and would stop once he proved the point of his dominance.

I was wrong. Within seconds, I felt the slick, narrow-tipped dog cock slide between my cheeks and quickly slip past my virgin sphincter. I gasped, what the hell was this? Was this really something I was going to put up with? How can I -- my thoughts were interrupted as Sarge started to jackhammer his way deeper into my ass. The pain was overwhelming. I didn;t have any experience with gauging cock size by the feeling down there, but it still felt like this dog was hung.

His claws dug in as he plowed deeper and deeper, the pain started to give way to pleasure. A particular spot he was hitting actually felt really good. I now understand he found my prostate. My own cock hardened and started involuntarily dribbling precum with each pounding thrust into that magical spot. I had an urge to reach back and assist my throbbing erection but the weight of the dog and my unsteady elbows due to the surprisingly strong thrusts prevented me.

I now noticed a new sensation, a bulb of flesh at the base of his cock now sliding between my cheeks. Not yet in my passage and I feared what that would do to me if it managed its way past my tight hole. I soon found out. Five more thrusts and it painfully forced its way through. Instead of a scream, what escaped my lips was a high pitched yelp, like a bitch in one of the videos I had enjoyed on my sites. This attracted the attention of the other six.

Sarge continued to piston inside my guts, the knot now growing large inside me. He was panting hard. As the knot reached its final girth, I experienced my first hands free orgasm, shooting my load all over the grass. My ass pulsed with my orgasm and squeezed his knot, the pain was intense. I thought I was being ripped in half while simultaneously having the best orgasm of my life. Then I felt it, Sarge’s thrusts gave way to a strong throbbing in my ass. A flood of warm liquid started to fill me and Sarge came to rest on my back, still breathing heavily and now drooling down my neck.

As he continued to pump his hot dog seed into me, he jumped off my back and turned so we were ass to ass. He at first tried to walk away, which caused me to drag backwards with him. That really hurt, I let out another yelp. The dog now realized what I had known, we were tied. So he stopped and stood there behind me, still pumping what felt like gallons of cum into me.

Koda, the husky, had now sniffed his way underneath me to my puddle of spunk in the grass and started happily lapping it up, occasionally turning his attention to my still pulsing cock. Blue found his way to my ass and was licking the flesh amalgamation that was my ass and Sarge’s knot, getting all the juices that were now leaking out the tight seal. That sensation was overwhelming and wonderful.

The great dane, Ser, had stopped right in front of my face. I noticed the huge red cock between his legs that had already emerged from his sheath past the know. It was at least eight inches in all, and the girth of a soda can. The scent of musk took over my nostrils emanating from the dane’s impressive groin. Ser lowered his head and nudged my shoulders to lift my head that positioned his cock next to my face.

For some reason, the smell was intoxicating. I stuck out my tongue and gave the tip a tentative lick. It was salty and slightly meaty tasting, the tip was already dripping clear precum that coated my mouth and tongue. Ser’s tail was wagging as he inched his cock closer to my lips. I got the hint, I took the shaft into my mouth and did my best to start moving my head up and down the length. I must not have gotten very much of it in and Ser’s lust outweighed his patience. He mounted me from the front, almost causing me to collapse, and rammed the entire length down my throat. He began thrusting in and out hitting the back of my throat. I gagged and the small amount of bile that was left in my stomach worked its way up. Ser’s cock humped it back down my throat, a sickening sensation. Luckily for me, his knot was already swollen to a size too large to accommodate the fleshy bulb as it bumped up against my lips. I could see the veiny texture, I couldn’t imagine that going in my hole. With each thrust, the massive knot blocked my nostrils and I had to time my breathing to not pass out. A few more thrusts and he stopped, a gush of warm fluid shot down my throat. Meanwhile, Sarge’s knot, while now shrinking, was still stuck in me, his cock still pumping me full of seed. I was filled from both ends.

Because Ser hadn’t knotted my mouth, jumped down and pulled out while still cumming. His seed shot into the grass and Ser flopped onto the grass and started to lick up the mess.

With cum still dripping down my chin, Loki now took the opportunity to jump on my face and began humping away. His cock had yet to emerge from his sheath and his large balls slapped against my chin.

As his tip started to poke out and made contact with my lips, he slammed his hips forward hard and began breeding my mouth.

After Loki finished Champ, Tigger and Blue took their turns in my throat, each filling my stomach which now felt swollen with dog cum. By the time Blue finished, Sarge made another attempt to dislodge himself and after a solid tug, pulled himself out of my hole with an audible pop. A torrent of semen poured out of my gaping sore hole. Sarge gave my ass a few licks and stopped the stream spilling out of me then tended to his own clean up. I dared not look, I had never engaged in anal sex before and did not know what kind of mess it made. This may have been a mistake because now Koda took his opening literally.

He must have been smaller than Sarge because he quickly hilted me past the knot which slipped in and out of me with ease. Sarge must have opened me wider than I know, Koda’s knot, at full size, was still able to easily slip in and out. He was, however, hitting that amazing spot. My erection returned and before Koda finished I came again.

Because Koda didn’t successfully tie me, when he finished he quickly slipped out and licked at his still cumming cock. I collapsed in a slurried mix of mud and cum. My pants were horribly torn and my boxer briefs were covered in cum and blood, mine I assumed from the throbbing pain left in my now empty hole. The dogs, now satisfied, lazily moved towards the sliding glass door and laid down on the concrete patio.

I slowly got back to my hands and knees, which were now scraped and bleeding, and pathetically crawled back to the sliding glass door. The only action I could muster when I reached the door was a sad scratch at the door with my hand. Mistress soon arrived, sliding the door open.

“Oh good, I see you boys got properly acquainted.” She gave me a light pat on the head. “You can’t come into the house like that though. Off with those dirty pants and underwear, might as well lose the shirt too, it’s all torn.”

I crawled forward and shimmied out of my pants and boxers and wiggled out of my shirt. There I was, in this lady’s backyard, fully naked, bruised, bleeding, covered in cum and on all fours. The only comfort I had was that I was pretty sure the high fence and surrounding treat sheltered me from the gaze of others.

She grabbed the hose and started to spray me down at full blast. The cold water was painful against my skin, especially so when it hit the claw scratches on my sides. She then turned her attention to my undercarriage. The stream felt like it was going to tear my cock off, and was outright painful when aimed up my hole. When she finished, she stowed the hose and threw a ratty dingy towel at me. Not allowed to use my hands and too tired to be clever about drying myself, I collapsed on the concrete and rolled around on the towel.

“Good puppy,” Mistress rubbed my stomach as I wriggled on the towel. “By now I assume you’ve made up your mind about staying. Plus the boys seem very taken with you. We will let them rest out here for a while. You can come in, we aren’t done with the tour yet.” A wicked grin crept across her face. “And don’t worry, when we are done they will likely be ready for round two.”

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End of part 1, part 2 coming soon!