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Alex stood beneath a heavily laden apple tree and felt the warm breeze wrap around him. The grass around him was waving slightly and the entire landscape looked picturesque like something from a calendar. The red barn dominated the scene behind him and a few animals grazed in the pasture. It would have been a romantic place to spend with his wife at his side, but it was nothing like he had ever dreamed of or could have imagined. Lori was by his side, but she was most definitely not alone and she was not even paying any attention to him. He wasn't even wearing clothing.

He stood almost completely nude save for the hoof gloves that had been forced on his hands and the bridle on his head. She held the leather reins lightly in her hand while she talked with the group of people in front of them. Their attention wasn't just on her either. Their eyes kept sliding towards him with varying degrees of approval and lust. It would have been bearable if the women looked at him that way and he would have enjoyed the admiration, but the men were looking also. They seemed just as interested in sliding their eyes down his body and assessing what he had to offer. He kept his head tilted to one side and tried not to notice.

"He's just as good as you promised, Lori." An older woman with a rich voice almost purred the words, "Quite the catch you have here. Michael obviously is a very lucky man to have the pair of you."

"Mmm yes I am." The male voice made Alex jerk his head up to see his wife's lover nuzzling in against her neck affectionately. "We reserved the silver room for the weekend too. I hope we can continue giving you ample payment for its use."

"That depends." Another man spoke and Alex dared a glimpse at the speaker. "Pony shows are enjoyable, but I hope you'll be able to show your pet's true merit this evening. He's a treat to look at, but being bound up like that doesn't give us much idea of what he'll do."

Alex flinched slightly as suddenly a hand moved to clap him on the rump cheek. His eyes widened as the man came in closer to him, almost pushed against him. The tanned tall stranger was in a loose flannel and jeans tight enough that left nothing to the imagination. The white teeth were bared in a grin as the fingers dug in slightly and made him let out a sound around the bit. His breath came out in a short noise while he tried to pull back away, but the reins held him in place. He shot a frantic look towards Lori for help, but she seemed to be paying attention to both the others that continued talking about his prowess and the touch of Michael's hand along her stomach.

The chatter was dulled out as one of the hands moved up to grip the reins just beneath his chin and gave a firm tug that sent him tumbling forwards against the muscled body. The other hand tightened on his ass to force him to grind against the other man. He let out a higher pitched sound as he felt the rough hard rise of the seam of the jeans and the harsh bite of the buckle against his bare lower body. The hand on the reins playfully pulled his head down so that he was forced to stare at the chest rather than look towards his wife or anyone else. The fingers gripped and kneaded against him while the hips gave a not so subtle roll forward and he felt the seam of the pants digging in right against his balls.

"Steve! Stop poaching!" Michael's voice was a lazy drawl, but all Alex could feel was relief that he was released and the man, Steve, just let out a low laugh.

"It's hard not to want to poach with a little filly like this trotting about." The man gave his ass a sudden swift slap that made him stumble forwards.

He barely managed a growling protest from behind the bit before he was pulled towards Lori again. The group seemed to break up as they went towards the white house that they had first pulled up to. He was pulled behind his wife while he felt the red warm flesh of his rump ache slightly from the handprint that had been placed there. He tried to keep his eyes dropped towards the ground as humiliation and anger warred against each other, but he wasn't entirely successful. He watched as Michael's hand was placed possessively on his wife's shapely rump. The possessive hold made his ears redden as he stumbled to keep up. At least they were going to go home. It would be bearable there.

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They didn't go home. They had gone into the house and he'd been drug into what looked like a bed and breakfast room. There was one large king sized bed that dominated the room and left little room for the set of drawers and the bed stand. The only other piece of furniture wasn't really furniture at all. It was a large plush brown pillow that was tossed in one corner and it looked well worn. He'd barely walked into the room when his wife stripped the tack off of him. Her touch was gentle and might have been pleasurable, but it was entirely impersonal. She didn't even react when he tried to lean into when the finger tips brushed against his hip. At least he was out of the pony gear that had been put on him.

"He's starting to shape up, you know." Michael's voice came from the bed where he was stretched out and watching Lori tend him.

"Yes he is, aren't you." Lori's fingers gave a tickle behind his ears so that he shivered slightly. "He did such a good job in the stable too!"

"Can I have my clothes, please?" Alex kept his voice soft and his eyes down. He knew that it would upset her, but what else could he do? She seemed like she was in a good mood....

Lori's laughter came immediately and he lifted his head up hopefully. "Silly, boy, sit now. And I'll let you have one new piece of clothing."

He felt a sudden flush of hope as he lifted his head and fought not to show the hope on his face as she said that. Could it be that easy? Even a single piece of clothing was more than he had at the moment. He kept his eyes averted from Michael as he moved to kneel down on the ground. That small admission was a small price to pay for his clothing. He settled his bare ass against the backs of his legs while he kept his head up watching as his wife sat down on the edge of the bed in front of him. The moment he was settled she moved her hand out to stroke along the top of his head gently. The finger tips smoothed along his hair and he tilted into it as she dropped one of her hands.

"Paw." Lori grinned as she held her hand out exactly as she did with their dogs at home when she wanted them to shake. He squirmed a bit before lifting a hand to place it in her hand just as one of their dogs would.

The moment he rested his hand in her palm she moved her other hand up to spread his fingers lightly. The touch felt gentle and stroked from his finger tips all the way down almost to hi wrist. He tried not to shiver as her fingers momentarily played right over the little hairs on the back of his hand. The lightness of the touch and the longing he felt to feel her touching him this way again made him feel as if he were being handled far more intimately. His body tensed up slightly and he felt himself struggling to not show how she affected him. Her fingers came up and stroked right over the plain gold wedding band and rubbed her thumb over the back.

For a moment, Alex thought that she was about to say something about forgiving him for cheating on her or possibly even telling him how he could make it up to her without going through everything she'd put him through. He held his breath just as her fingers caught the edge of the wedding band and started to pull it up along his index finger. With a move that was quick enough that he couldn't quite follow, she pulled the ring off entirely and left a pale mark right where it had been. She dropped his hand as he gaped at her in astonishment, a touch of sick fear and dread. Was this it? Was she going to tell him it was over?

He couldn't get his throat to work as Lori moved back on the bed and rolled the ring between her finger tips for a long moment. Alex tried to brace himself for what she was about to say, but she didn't say anything. Instead she leaned back and hooked the bag that Michael had brought in. Her lover intercepted her and pulled the bag onto the bed for her. She was going to put his ring in the bag and tell him to leave. That had to be what was going to happen.

"I'm glad we packed it. A perfect reward." Lori tugged out a flattish black leather box and dropped it onto her lap. "Did you get it like I told you?"

"Exactly! I'm positive I got the size right so it won't be uncomfortable." Michael leaned up and seemed to be just as interested in whatever was in the black case.

Lori pulled it open with a snap and Alex's eyes widened at what she pulled out. The leather was incredibly good and padded so that it was rounded out rather than laying flat. The buckles were bright gold and clicked together as she turned it about to get to the standard d-ring. A collar. It was a collar. An incredibly well made and expensive collar. It was the sort that rich people would often put on their dogs, but it lacked the rhinestones that were so very popular. But it was still a collar! A perfectly round gold tag hung from the front, but it was quickly gone from view as she gripped the ring holding it and started to work his wedding band onto it.

"Now this is far more fitting for you." Her voice was a rich purr. "Now you'll never forget where you belong in life."

A few more turns and the wedding band was hanging from the collar and behind the tag. He opened his lips to protest, but a look from her forced him to snap his jaws shut again. She couldn't be serious! She lifted the collar as if to admire her work before leaning forward towards him again. He wanted to back away, but weeks of training held him still as she wrapped the cool leather around his neck. He expected it to lie flat at midthroat, but to his surprise it rested down at the base of his neck so that the cold metal of the tag and slightly warmer metal of his wedding band brushed against his bare upper chest. Her deft fingers tugged at the buckles as they were firmly in place.

The symbolism wasn't wasted on him. He was owned and more than just by marriage. The wedding band was just another part of his collar and rested right against the cold metal tag. Lori wasn't rewarding him, she was exerting the fact that she owned him and would always own him. His cheeks flushed hotly and he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to pull back. He barely got more than a few inches before the collar drew him up short. Her finger was hooked in the d-ring as she held out a small gold padlock in the other hand. His eyes widened and he pulled back again, but instead of pulling back into free air he tumbled back against Michael's legs. The larger man moved his hands down to shove against his shoulders as the padlock slipped into place. Right through the tongue of the buckle and snapped shut. The collar couldn't be unlocked or undone by him or anyone else who didn't have the key.

"Never forget, you are mine." Lori's words drew his eyes towards her and he swallowed convulsively and nodded his head.

The words were possessive and demeaning. It wasn't something that he ever thought he'd hear his wife tell him. It was something that should have mad him ashamed, angry and horrified. It didn't. Instead he felt a rush of pleasure that she claimed him. She wanted him, he was hers. The thought warmed his belly with something more than love. It made him feel wanted, desired and he couldn't stop himself from lifting his head a little bit higher. She still wanted him. She wasn't going to throw him away.

"Michael, why don't you go get Steve? I promised him he could be a part of the fun before dinner. He seemed pretty keen earlier that he wanted a bit of time." Lori moved her hand away from his collar and brushed beneath his chin. "Apparently he has a pet of his own he wanted to introduce to our boy."

"I heard about that 'pet' of his." Michael's hands moved from Alex's shoulders. "I'll go get him, you might want to get Alex prepared. At least the pony has him worked out a bit."

Preparing him turned out to be somewhat awkward. Lori's hand was gentle as she stroked over his cheek, but he wasn't given time to enjoy it. Instead her touch was a bit insistent as he was pulled onto the bed. He wasn't allowed to stand up as his chest was pressed onto the slightly rough quilt and he was left still kneeling on the ground. He shifted to feel the carpet rubbing against his bare skin as Lori moved to grip both of his hands and pulled them backwards. The direction pulled at his arms sharply enough that it was almost painful for him to arch his back. He struggled against it, but the fingers kept a firm hold around the wrists.

Leather wrapped around his wrists and made him squirm as the restraints were joined together. Lori settled down next to him just enough that his cheek was pressed up against her upper thighs. The warmth that he felt against the edge of his jaw made him start to relax. She smelled as she always had the unique mix of her own scent and the body wash she used. It was familiar and distracting enough he tried to shift his head in a little closer to it. His arms strained against the restraints while he tried to edge his lips up a little bit higher and nestle in closer to the curve of her hip. The only thing that stopped him from trying to coax more intimate attention from her was the sudden hard impact of a hand against the curve of his ass.

"And I thought I'd have to wait until dinner." The voice was familiar enough that Alex twisted his head and swallowed. It was the same man from before. Steve. Slightly behind him he could see Michael looking smug. "Michael said you wanted to give your pup something more challenging?"

"That I did." Lori moved her hand to force his cheek to rest more firmly against her hip. "I think its only fair that he sees what's waiting for him."

"For him?" Steve let out a short bark of laughter. "I doubt your pet will reach the caliber of Rampage! Even tamed down he's still male through and through. The way your boy is behaving I doubt he'd take to things like mine did."

"Hmm well perhaps he should get a good look at your prize." Lori leaned forward over his head and he craned his head back to look at the stranger peering down at him.

"I think he'd like more than a look." Michael's voice was teasing and Alex shivered as another set of fingers drug along the edge of his spine. The other man slipped onto the bed and gave a teasing nibble against her neck, "Just like I know how you enjoy him." Alex twitched at that comment and jerked his head up. What was Michael talking about? She enjoyed him? Him who?

A sudden shrill whistle took his attention away from the question of what Michael was talking about. He turned his head to see Steve holding the door open expectantly. He had prepared himself to see another person like himself. Perhaps someone dressed like he was if it was another supposed 'pet'. Instead something tall moved from the hall way. Not just tall, but heavily built with broad shoulders and chest. The stranger stood well over six feet tall, but his head was wrong. Everything from the broad forehead all the way to the strange shape of the neck and hands. The more he saw the more his mind started to finally see what was wrong with the male's outline.

The head wasn't a human head! It was covered in short black and copper fur that made a pair of eye brows and masked the bottom of the jaws. The black fur made the reddish-brown stand out more boldly as a set of large floppy ears perked up on either side of his head. The deep brown eyes stared at him for a long moment before sliding away. It wasn't a mask! Alex felt his stomach contract as the creature stepped into the room. It mingled human and canine aspects fluidly so that he couldn't tell if it was a dog made to look like a man or a man made to look like a dog. He wore a broad red collar around his neck with a glittering silver tag. As he walked the muscles rippled beneath the glossy hide; from the expanse of his abdomen all the way down to his bent legs.

"Ms. Lori." A deep bass growl came from deep within the man-dogs throat. Somehow the canine lips formed words! "Master told me that you'd like me to meet your own pet."

Alex wanted to squirm away, but his wife's hand on his cheek kept him partially pressed against her upper thigh. The dog stared down at him in the exact way he'd seen his own dogs look at him. Except his own dogs didn't walk on two legs. The nude form came complete with a heavy sheath and swollen orbs nestled between his legs. The sheath itself was proportionately large and it made him blanch slightly as the dog took another step forward. The full pouch of flesh shook slightly with the impact of the foot paws and he tried to pull away again, this time a bit harder. He could feel his own tags bumping against his upper chest as his breath came in short shallow trembles. The talk about preparing him became all the more obvious.

"What are you?!" He got the words out, though they came out strained. The dog leaned down close enough that Alex could almost feel the heat coming from the nude body.

"A dog who knows his master." The deep voice came edged with a growl before his attention shifted. "Ms. Lori, I'd dearly love to show your pet how he should act, if I may?"

Alex turned his eyes towards his wife pleadingly. The last thing he wanted was to take a lesson from this monster! "I think he'd benefit from it." Her eyes flicked up towards Steve, "I know your Master will enjoy it too, Rampage."

Alex didn't catch the look that Steve gave his wife. His eyes were on the looming dog-man that was coming closer over him. He opened his mouth to ask another question, but was caught off guard by the sudden push of a furred chest against his own. He didn't want to learn how to act! He tried to move his hands up to shove away, but the restraints stopped him as the far larger male pushed down against him. His fingers felt the smooth fur as the weight started to shift against the curve of his shoulders and the lower portion of his ass. Lori's leg shifted from beneath his cheek and he let out a soft whimpering sound of protest as the weight started to shove down against his chest. One of the hands moved up to b race against the bed and he flinched as he saw the short paw like fingers.

Rampage's body was hot, almost too hot. The fur scraped against his bare ass until he felt something heavy rubbing along either side of his ass cheeks. He tried to pull his hips down, but the weight shoved harder and he felt exactly how large the creature was. The sheath covered his entire ass crease all the way until he felt a pair of heavy furred orbs bumping up against him. His eyes bulged with fear as the legs wrapped around his own and he started to brace himself. He didn't want to imagine how big the dog was! There was no way he could try to take something that large. He jerked his head up to try and beg his wife to get the creature off him. What met his eyes made him swallow.

The dog's head hadn't tried to come even with his neck and his free paw was curled along one of his wife's hips. Alex was pinned in a position where he was forced to look up as his wife was spread backwards against the bed. The reddish-tan paw was stretched up to cup the curve of her hip and the massive dog's muzzle was leaning forward. He could see the soft pale inner thighs and even higher up the familiar soft rise of her mound. The soft folds were pursed together and would have looked enticing if it weren't for the fact the large muzzled dog was leaning his head up. His dark red tongue ran out to drag in a line along her inner thigh before Alex tried to look away. His cheeks burned with embarrassment both from watching it and the soft sound of pleasure that escaped from Lori's lips.

"Ah-ah, Rampage is putting on this show for you." Hand's gripped the back of his neck as Steve lifted his head up to watch the dog's tongue plunge upwards.

The position of his body beneath the man-dog's meant he could see the way the tongue pushed hard up against the folds and spread apart impossibly wide. The long muzzle stretched up as he began to lick along her folds and slipped the slender edge in between the lips before pulling backwards again. The hand on the back of his neck kept him watching as Lori's hands moved to grip the floppy ears and her hips suddenly arched upwards. The moan she let out was one he was familiar with and it made him writhe beneath the dog in discomfort. This was the closest he'd been to her since this entire thing had started, but it was the dog who was given the reward.

The hot red tongue plunged up and suddenly inwards. Alex watched as the supple appendage started to work its way between the folds and slipped deeper into the heat of her channel. A low baritone rumble vibrated the broad chest against his back as Lori's cries came a bit higher. The sweet scent of her arousal filled the air while he watched the first glistening bit of arousal coating the inside folds enough to sneak out. Rampage shoved his head further up almost blocking the view with lewd wet noises as the dog started to lap and grind his muzzle in close against the softness of the folds. Alex felt lost as he watched the muzzle rub and work up and down with long slow laps of red tongue.

If that was all he had to do it might have been horrible, but not unbearable. It was erotic seeing and listening to his wife start to become more aroused. Her hips bucked upwards as the dog let out a baritone growl and shifted his hips. The heavy sheath wedged against his rump cheeks until something hot and slimy started to push outwards from the heavy pouch. The wet dribbles of precum oozed out of the tip to trail down along the crease of his rump. He flexed his ass cheeks slightly while he tried to writhe away from the sensation. One of the dog-man's paws moved to grip against his hip and the next grind pushed the blood red cock out of its pouch and started to push against the lower back. The dog's growl rumbled deeper as he heard Lori let out a sharp higher pitched cry.

The heavier body pushed down against him as he was nearly forced forward. The dog's muzzle was shoved up tight against his wife's cunny. The hot tongue pulled out and he let out a groan as he felt a splatter of wetness hit against his nose. The familiar scent of his wife flooded his nose while the dog gave a thrust of his hips. Alex drew in a shuddering breath as he heard the pitch of Lori's voice rise upwards. It was all too familiar and he was forced to watch as her hips rose up in a series of slow short movements. The dog's head pushed down and the lewd wet noises grew in speed as Alex squeezed his eyes shut. It was intimate, too intimate. And worse, it was arousing.

When Lori's cry of pleasure hit its peak he clenched his teeth. The sound was so exquisitely familiar that it made his stomach tighten and his entire frame tense. His head was tucked so close beneath the dog-man's that he could almost have reached her spasming folds. And the entire time he felt the boned cock slipping out of its sheath and sliding up along his ass. The canine tongue plunged deep into his wife's body and his own left aching with the first breath of need. The only question that remained to him, was could he at least taste his wife again if he begged like the dog she was treating him as. As he watched the hot red tongue swirl along the glistening folds, he wondered if his dignity would be a small price to pay when compared to what he could have...