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4 hours

Yep, it has been roughly 4 hours since we woke up, and my handsome wolf-dog boyfriend started fucking the shit out of me. He used me total of 5 times by now. I suffered quite badly as my internal muscles have pointlessly tried to fight off the massive intruder that was knotted within my rectum for the past couple of minutes, and I was so fucking tired of it. You'd think that after 2 years of being constantly penetrated by a large, male canine, your ass adjusts to the process and stops rejecting his massive dick inside, but not me. Not my ass. I had to suffer evert single time he forced his entire cock into me, filling my entire rectum and breaking through my tight entrance into my colon. I was just hoping he was happy with me this morning. He didn't show any signs that he wasn't, but I always worried that he wouldn't like my internal muscles pushing him out, even if his knot made sure, that's not happening. Pretty sure it's all in my head and in the end he actually enjoys it as additional stimulation, but I was always the doubter. Especially when it came to me achieving anything positive. I felt honoured I could satisfy this male dog with my body, they way I did.

The steady stream of the dog sperm continued to flow deep inside my colon, filling my intestines, which he already managed to flood with the 4 previous mating sessions. He was relentless and continued to deposit more of his cum into my aching body, whilst I quietly accepted my role as a living tank of doggy sperm. I was his property now. He used me as he pleased, and knew exactly where to press and how to fuck me, to get all the pleasure my body could provide. The massive, heavy cock and swollen, painfully large knot stretched my inner walls, as the thick shaft pulsated within me, spraying me with the continuous amounts of cum. I have to add that I've never cared for the mess we made. Then there was all the leakage from my aching sphincter which was forced to withstand the painful pulling of his knot locked within me, dripping down my own genitals, thighs, spilling over the bed and the curled up blanket. It was all part of the fun. If anyone ever saw my bedroom, they'd find clear evidence what we've been doing here for the past 2 years almost on a daily basis. He claimed me as his sex toy almost every single day, and each time, it added to the mess we made. The walls that surrounded my bed, my pillows — even the decorative ones — the mattress, everything by now bares the marks of my complete submission to the dog that literally owned me. Yes, he is my boyfriend, but he also literally owns me. He decides when we're fucking, how many times, how intense it becomes and how he wants to end it. I have to give in regardless to whether I'm tired, sick or just don't feel like it. He will even occasionally wake me up in the middle of the night if he decides he's horny, just, so he can penetrate my ass, and then leave me spilling his hot semen from my ass during the rest of the night.

I learned my role. And to be absolutely honest — I haven't taught him any of this. I've never encouraged him to fuck me. I wasn't into it at first. It just so happened that I found him one day, tied up to a tree as I was driving outside of town to gather my thoughts. He was starving and distressed. I gave him home, care and love. One evening he just kept showing me his poking cock from his swelling sheath, and kept whining — likely suggesting that he wants to fuck. I didn't fully get his idea at first and I tried to arrange a mating partner for him. It was months after he'd been already living with me. He wasn't the least bit of interested in fucking a female dog in heat. Which was weird because he was intact. But as soon as we came home, the whining resumed. If I can be truthful, I'm not even gay. I'm maybe bi, but I prefer single life because the type of work I do. To be perfectly honest with myself, I wasn't much into anyone really. I just kind of thought that he must have been quite unhappy with him being unable to relieve himself and then I thought: shit, maybe he wants to fuck me out of everyone? So out of curiosity, I just took my clothes off, covered the windows, put up some louder music, and let things happen. Fast forward 2 years later, I'm still doing it. I can't say whether I got used to it, or whether in some way I enjoy it. I don't jerk off to this, although whenever he locks his massive knot inside my ass, I get really hard, I occasionally spill my own load without even touching myself, but I'm not doing any of this for me. It just sort of came out that he actually wants me to be his sex toy. He seems to take pleasure in dominating me, a human male out of every choice he had, and tends to mate with me on a regular basis, releasing excess of his sperm deep into my bowels.

The deal we had was that I feed, walk and care for his health. The last one included making sure, his balls get regular sperm flow and the most efficient way to do this, is to use me and my ass. We've spend most of the days together doing almost everything but fucking was a huge part of our daily routine.

He takes me out of my deep thoughts, when he starts to pull his massive, fully swollen knot out of me. My sphincter has surely been loosened up enough times by now, to allow me to let him go a lot faster than during the earlier attempts from this morning. Just as his knot started to slide out of me, I heard the huge splatter of dog cum hitting the wall behind us, and the sound of it spraying all over the bed following the rapid motion of his canine cock finally violently leaving my rectum with a loud and wet slobbery sound. I feel his cock shaft and hard, pointy tip quickly slip out of my colon, which almost immediately closes behind him, and then the rest of his cock quickly leaves my body, making me feel the sudden emptiness. The river of his pre-ejaculate fluid mixed with slightly thicker white cum starts running from my gaping hole, down my inner thighs and drip from my flaccid penis and balls. It kept flowing from me until I decided to press my butt cheeks together and turn to my back. He already started climbing the bed, standing over me, letting his wet, slimy cock drip the remains of my anal flood onto my face. I quickly gathered all the pillows and placed them beneath my head, to support myself better, and positioned myself directly under his heavy swinging, fully hard cock. It kept pulsating from pleasure and continued to shoot his thicker hot load all over my face. The sperm splattered my cheeks, kept hitting me in the eyes, lips and soon there wasn't a part of me, that hasn't been covered in a layer of his fresh canine semen. I enjoyed being marked as his property and sex toy like this. I loved submitting to a male member of completely different species, that took so much pleasure in dominating over me and satisfying his sexual needs with a human male. It was as if he was reclaiming his species dignity by humiliating me, making me submit to him in this way. Of course, it couldn't be it. He is a dog and dogs don't think in those categories. But that's what I liked to think about it. After being likely mistreated before I found him, he finally gained full dominance over a human male, who was all his and not the other way around. He had the right to use me and mistreat me if he wanted, and I didn't dare to protest. Not that I wanted to protest. My approach was, that if he wanted and needed to show his constant dominance over me by filling my innards with his semen and spraying with it my face and my body, while he also relieved his sexual frustrations or simply sexual needs, then who am I, to deprave him of this?

He allows me to massage his large, hard knot that so painfully stretched my ass a few moments before, whilst the continuous orgasm he experienced from that massage, caused his cock continue to spray my face with steady, unending stream of his sperm. It felt both humiliating but also awarding in a way. Sure, allowing another male – especially one from a different and theoretically a submissive, less developed species – to spill his semen on my face could surely be considered deprecating or even humiliating. But at the same time, he also made me feel worthy to be the only one to receive it, as if I was the only person, being that should have anything to do with his seed. Never the less I enjoyed the duality of my own interpretation for this entire situation, and I made sure I do my part as best as I can. I loved trying to fit that monstrous, heavy knot in my hand, even though there was no way I could close it in my fist. I learned to love its hardness, his size and the pain it caused, when locked inside my ass. He braced his legs and lowered his hips, allowing me to place his pulsating cock directly on my face, letting the continuous stream of sperm shoot from his pointy tip directly onto my already moist skin. His canine semen I received that way, was slightly hotter. I slowly started to wander with his cock all over my face, as he continued to enjoy having his large knot firmly locked in my fist. While I cherish the moment of having direct contact with his incoming semen, I also want to make sure, that I continue to stimulate him. I decide to take my other hand and to cup his large and heavy balls that contracted slightly, each time his cock released sperm onto my face. I start to fondle and caress those beautiful canine testicles, hanging low between his strong, muscled thighs, thinking they work so hard to let him seed me with his doggy sperm every day.

As I was admiring his cock, I wasn't ready for him suddenly bucking of his hips, trying to force his cock in my mouth making me thoroughly clean it, and instead his pointy hard, and still ejaculating tip hit my right eye ending up directly under my eyelid. The next couple shots of his cum ended up directly in there. Nothing I hadn't had contact with before, but the thought of my own eyeball having direct contact with this magnificent canine cock, turned me on. I held him in place, fighting the reflex to close my eyelid and slowly smeared his cock on my eye surface letting the cum flow to spill directly onto it, and a moment later, I did the same thing with the left one as well. It was slightly unpleasant to my eyes, but it turned out to be a lot more arousing to myself, and the more cum sprayed both my eyes, the less irritable they became. Tears mixed with canine semen, continued to run from the corners of my eyes, as he patiently allowed me to experiment with his massive dick. I decided not to stretch this new sensation for too long, and obediently wrapping my teeth in my lips, I allowed his swollen doggy cock to slide into my mouth. His pointy tip hit the back of my throat, and I heard a long, satisfied growl coming from him, as he fixed his position above me. I was comfortable enough with all the pillows under my head, that I could completely relax, whilst my canine boyfriend's cock, was still almost fully hidden, filling my mouth with its thickness. The cum flow to my mouth never seemed to end, whilst I struggled to clear my vision with all the dog cum trapped under my eyelids that continued to get out along with my own tears, and the rest of it still covering and irritating my eyes. I loved that any sort of discomfort could be caused solely because of someone's semen. And it wasn't just any random human sperm. It was sperm of a grown, male dog, that continued to use me strictly for his own selfish pleasure. He never once was interested in any of the canine females. It was always only me. The only side effect from him being an intact male, was the fact that during the heat season, where the females started to smell more invitingly, he became more and more horny. That is, still horny to fuck me. Mating would become more brutal, more demanding and quite a lot more frequent, though whenever he tied me with his knot, he'd stay in my ass for a lot shorter periods of time than usual.

He seemed to enjoy the warmness of my mouth, as his still fully hard cock didn't seem to stop ejaculating, though the cum flow slowed down slightly. I continued to occasionally lick his thick shaft, heavily laying on my tongue and tried to keep steady position of my head, as I swallowed all the semen he continued to deposit at the back of my throat. At one point he tries to force more of his cock into my mouth, pressing his hard tip deeper and forcing the knot closer to my face. I watched the swollen gland, still so fucking hard and red getting larger and larger as it started pressing on my lips and the tip of my nose. It was still moist and smelled like dog cum. I tried to open my throat to allow my male to comfortably slide into my throat but it wasn't easy. Some of his cum shots hit the air passage, causing me to almost suffocate, because I didn't want to cough it out. I settled after a moment or two, withstanding the annoying need to gag, as I have practised with him on occasion, and allowed him to continue to fill my throat with his dog sperm as he wanted to. The massive, heavy knot was now hard-pressed against my lips, causing my teeth to bite into them slightly, but I withstood that, admiring that massive tool that no longer than 10 minutes ago was still firmly locked in my ass, painfully stretching me beyond my tolerance. His heavy breathing was loud and suggested he's really enjoying himself this way, with his massive dog cock forced into my mouth and throat after all the relentless and painful fucking. I admired the massive knot pressed against my mouth and slightly bending my nose for the next 10 more minutes, before I felt his cock slowly loose it's thickness. He stopped shooting his hot, fresh canine semen into my throat that kept filling my stomach, some few minutes earlier, even though the pulses running through his shaft continued a bit longer. He was done with me. His cock stayed in my mouth until his knot subsided and the shaft didn't fully withdraw to his prepuce following it to the back of his crotch. I kissed his sheath opening, which was still moist with his seed, and in response he stayed above my face. I understood that he enjoyed this attention and I continued to kiss him that way, licking the closed opening of the furry sheath, trying to slide my tongue inside it. He did not protest. In fact, he seemed to encourage it as he stood more firmly above my face, positioning his crotch and more importantly his moist sheath tip right at my lips. I obliged and continued to caress it, licking it and kissing it. I slid my tongue inside of it a few more times, meeting his now retracted and resting dog cock.

Suddenly he moved higher, and as the wet prepuce opening rubbed through my cheek, he placed his heavy balls right in front of my lips. The suggestion was obvious. After cleaning his cock, he wanted my attention to focus on his balls. I opened my mouth and started caressing his dog testicles, hanging low in their ball-sack, allowing them to get into my mouth, kissing them and giving them the much required attention. I loved these large testicles just as much as I loved his cock. After all they made all the sperm that he later defiled me with. He continued to fuck me, fill me with their product so desperately as if he was trying to inseminate me. Rewarding me with his sperm and humiliating me with it whenever he left it inside or on my body. It took me around 10 maybe 15 minutes of licking, gentle sucking and kissing before he decided that he's satisfied with my care for his balls, and deciding that he's done with me, he finally jumped off my face and off the bed. I lied down, looking around the bedroom. The place stank of sex and dog sperm. The covers, blanket, sheet, mattress were all bearing the distinct smell of dog semen. Both older and fresher stains of his sperm that he left whilst moving off me or pulling his cock out of my body, covered practically almost everything in the vicinity of the bed. Other stains were likely left from all that kept flowing from my intestines. You could see all dried off marks of his cum next to today's fresh and still dripping splatter showing on the white painted wall just above the bed mattress, and some huge stains from old cum puddles across the floor. It felt like a sex den and I guess that's what it actually was. We only slept here and fucked here. The rest of the apartment was left for non-sexual activities. I never cleaned any of it. I wanted this place to be like this. Marked with the evidence I was being his sex toy, that I was his own property here. We simply learned to ignore the dried of marks of his cum all over the bed and walls. I didn't care if the pillows I rested my face on were still soaked from his semen, or simply were stained and smelled with it after when we had sex previously. In fact, I admit that I like that.

He went to drink water from the bowl left in the kitchen area, whilst I was struggling to gather strength to even sit down. It was only 11 am, and I was already so tired, I could curl up in the bed and sleep through the rest of the day. I could barely hold my butt cheeks closed, so I wouldn't loose all the loads of his doggy sperm he left in my butt. My sphincter was so loose and so gaping, I could likely sit on an apple and it would pop into me with not much effort. His knot pushing through was really something and it usually left my ass gapping. I reached out under the bed for the usually waiting bottle of water that I left in case of longer mating, but I couldn't find it. Then he suddenly came back to the room, carrying in his mouth still half full bottle of water, I must have left in the living room. He looked at me triumphantly and just left the bottle close enough for me to reach it. “Thanks honey" — I offered a quiet thank you, as he watched me struggle to even open the bottle, whilst I was still lying on my back. The look in his brown eyes said everything. He was proud he made me so weak. He watched me drink, sitting in front of me and obscenely presenting his majestic crotch that I had the sole purpose of satisfying and cleaning. I've never seen him lick his own cock or balls. It was always my role to clean him after he fucked me. Just as it was my role to allow him to fuck me in the first place. All of this on this terms, only when he needed it. I sensed that this wasn't the last time today, he had the intention to claim my innards. His confident look suggested I was right.