That Place 3: My First Night
#3 of That Place
I was awoken by the sound of a key in the lock of the rear door to the kennel that wasn't too far from my run. I lifted my head and soon the whole kennel was jumping and barking as the door opened and then shut quickly. A few of the lights came on, just two in each kennel section and a couple in the hall beyond. It was Jimmy!
"I told you I'd be back, didn't I?" he smile broadly as he stood before my run. "Think you'd like to come out and have a bit of fun?" he asked. I couldn't help but jump to my feet, my whole rear wobbling as my tailnub wagged as much as ever it could. Did this mean I wasn't going to be staying here?
As the clamor died down, Jimmy opened the gate and patted his leg, so I obediently padded over and sniffed at him. He smelled like lots of dogs, but I figured that would be about par for the course having worked here, and he probably had some dogs at home. With no leash, we walked down the aisle, past the runs of other barking dogs, down past the cat-room and soon he stood before an all-metal door. I hugged the wall to the other side but he stopped.
"You're afraid of what's in here, aren't you?" Jimmy said consolingly as he moved back towards me. I didn't know whether to run, or pee, or... or just what I was going to do, but when he touched my back it seemed that he was trying to comfort me.
"It'll be alright. I know it probably smells like a vet's office, because it is in a way... but... what I need is in here." he fumbled with the keys some until he found the right one. I stayed pressed up against the block wall opposite the door as he unlocked it. That's when I noticed a light next to the door. A red bulb in a metal cage fixture... only it wasn't lit so I didn't give it much thought. It just seemed odd. It was sort of like the porch light back at home, but this wasn't a porch.
Jimmy opened the door and flipped on the lights. The hum of fluorescent lighting met my ears as he held the door wide. "Come on in, if you want to. It'll be alright with me here." Jimmy called pleasantly, using a wooden wedge to hold the door open.
The room did smell... it smelled of medicine, of dead stuff like I used to roll in at the park back home, and most importantly of fear. It was though the fearscent was indelibly forced into every crevice, every object, every pore of every atom. Even with Jimmy's calling I only moved to stand at the doorframe, my tailnub down, ears down, and clearly a worried expression on my face.
"Well, ok, stay there if you like...." he went over to one of the cabinets, opened a drawer and pulled out an orangeish sticklike thing.
I looked about the room and took a couple steps inward. I sniffed the smells, then took another couple steps. Jimmy came towards me and even though I should have known better, from my nervousness I bolted back to the hallway. Jimmy laughed and followed after, but only as far as the doorframe. "Silly pup, this ain't gonna hurt you," he said as he waggled the orange stick-thing. "C'mere..." he knelt down in the doorframe and I slowly moved back to him, head down and worried. When I got to him, I sniffed the stick-thing. It was plastic and smelled like medical cleaner.
"See, it's not going to hurt you." He lifted the device and held a button. It beeped a couple times when he waved it near my head, then he looked at it. "I see your owners got you microchipped... we'll have to see about that, but it should be alright." He stood up again, and this time I followed him into the room. I guess the pitt wasn't quite right after all in that I clearly came in and went back out again. Maybe he was wrong about being able to find a home, too.
Jimmy had put away the orange stick-thing and had gotten out his keys, moving to a different drawer in a countertop - a "peninsula" is what my boy's father used to call something similar at home. I padded over to see what was going to happen next. Jimmy noticed my presence and smiled. "This one's my special drawer. Tom doesn't know what's in here, but then again he doesn't know a lot of things. He really shouldn't be the shelter director and County Humane Officer, but... one of these days he'll do something stupid around the right people and get in big trouble for it. Then things will change around here, but for right now, I'll just keep on doing what I can." he smiled at me as the key seated in the lock and he turned it to open.
Just after Jimmy had unlocked the cabinet he seemed to think of something. He looked at me long and hard. "I wonder if you'd... hmmm," he kinda frowned a bit. I could tell he was thinking so I just sat down next to him, looking up at him and waited. He tilted his head and then nodded. "Yeah, I best keep it simple.. maybe..." he moved around me and towards the door, lightly kicking the wooden wedge out and letting the door shut. I tried to make a bolt through the closing door but he grabbed my collar. I started to panic but his touch to my back and then chest as he knelt down soothed me enough for me to hear his voice. "Easy there, boy. It's alright... it'll be alright. Don't worry about the door. It'll be fine."
My heart was racing but it calmed a bit. I didn't know what was going on and couldn't really tell from what Jimmy was doing, but he had been nice to me so far, and hadn't hurt me... yet, anyway. He pet along my spine and scritched my tailbase. "Think you'll let me pick you up? Hmm?" he smiled and reached beneath me. I made no move apart from cowering a bit. Was this like being at the vet's? It might be, with the smells and all....
Jimmy lifted me up onto the peninsula countertop and I stood back up fully. He ran his hands all over me, like the vet did, feeling for lumps and bumps and I wriggled a bit as he found my bellybutton, which was kind of a little outie. He chuckled at that, and then he ran his hands down my hindlegs and cupped my malesac, feeling my seedorbs inside - first one, and then the other were gently rolled between his fingers. "Tom would say you'd have to part with these, but I think he'd rather just see you dead anyway." Jimmy pondered. "We'll have to see how things go... you might end up that way anyway..." he said with a bit of a sigh. His hand trailed to my sheath, which he cupped and gently felt my member within. I turned my head to look at him as he did that. "Feels alright to me... maybe like you'd want to do something, huh?"
I didn't quite understand what he was saying. I mean, I'd humped Billy's stuffed animals when I was a little pup, and... well... occasionally used the end of his bed to... well... heck, satisfy some urges. I knew it felt good to hump things, and aparently Jimmy knew it too. But he let go of my sheath and then opened a drawer and put on a couple rubber gloves.
I looked at him worriedly as he walked back with a white tube in one hand and gloves on both. "You might not like this... or... you may. We'll have to see." he petted my side with his elbow as there was a loud SNAP and then a squidge sound as he squeezed something out of the tube onto the tips of a couple of the fingers on his right hand. "Good thing you don't have a tail or I'd have to have three hands for that!" he chuckled.
I didn't quite understand what he was meaning as he moved his left arm beneath my belly to hold onto the back of my far thigh as his right hand moved towards my rear. Soon I felt something very cool and slippery against my tailhole, and my nub tried to press down and prevent anything from touching me there. Jimmy murmured softly to me as his fingers moved around the bare flesh of my pucker, and then one slipped inside a little. I yelped and started to squirm a bit, and soon it was in through both rings of muscle. Jimmy's left hand moved from beneath me to grab my collar, preventing me from pulling away as his finger moved slickly into my rear.
It didn't hurt, exactly. I mean it more like felt weird... unusual... than it hurt, even though it hurt a little. The finger moved up my butt its whole length and pressed against the bottom side here and there as it progressed inward. When it was partway in I arched my back, and that made the tip press against something inside me that made me straighten it back out again. That moved it just far enough away to not be able to be in contact so I arched up again from the unfamiliarity of something in my rear.
Jimmy's hand let go of my collar once his finger was all the way in by backside and he pet along my spine. "There we go, that's it big fella... yeah, it feels weird, but it'll be alright. Think you can take two inside you? I'm pretty sure you can, and it'll only hurt a little...."
The finger withdrew most of the way and then it's slickened brother joined it, pressing into my squeezing tailhole. The second slipped in with just a little pain, and they both slid forward without it feeling too uncomfortable. As I arched again, both pressed against that place within me, but this time when I straightened back up, the second digit remained touching that spot. Wahtever that spot was, it made me feel all googly inside, though it's very difficult to explain just what I mean. Jimmy must have noticed my confusion. "That's your prostate, pup. It's one of the parts of you that helps make puppies when you mate. And yours feels just fine.... not enlarged too much..." he reached down to grip my sheath and smiled upon feeling my member slightly enlarged within it. "And it appears you don't mind this too much... good. That means you might like other things." I had no idea what those "other things" might be just yet, and I didn't know if I wanted to find out. But at least the pit was wrong about the room, at least this time.
Jimmy gently massaged my sheath and soon I was humping a bit with his fingers still inside me. He chuckled and let go, withdrawing his digits from my rump after a time. He looked at my rear and was just in time to see my pucker close back up as my rear muscles squeezed rhythmically, kind of like how things felt to me when I humped Billy's bed.
"You think you're up for a bit more fun?" he asked as he stripped off the gloves and gave me scritches down my spine. I looked curious, not knowing just what kind of "fun" he meant, but it turns out that I was going to find out anyway. He stuck the tube of stuff in his pocket, along with grabbing a few other things from the drawer. I could see a couple objects wrapped in white paper toweling, as he moved towards the door and patted his leg.
I jumped down from the table and padded out the door as he held it open for me. He chuckled and led me through one of the doors I came through when first arriving. It was a hall with what I thought were offices on either side. Well, he let me jump up to one window and through it I saw kennel runs - outdoors, from the looks of the sky, and that must have been where I was at. So that door led outside to the outdoor runs. I dropped back down and leaped up to the one on the other side and saw past the block of the building other kennel runs, but far fewer in number. Jimmy opened a door and turned a light on, and it wasn't an office we were by but instead a fairly large room, with two couches, carpeting which smelled a little, and a desk.
"These are the "introduction rooms", pup... where new families can meet and interact with pets they think they want to take home with them," he said as he shut the venetian blinds covering the window, and then the door as it closed behind us. "Sometimes I bring special dogs back here to help them get used to the place for whatever time they have here, and I figured you're somewhat special." I smiled broadly as he said that, glad to have at least one friend here, however long it lasted. The words of the pitbull still rambled around in my head, but as Jimmy sat down I jumped up on the couch next to him and layed my head in his lap. He chuckled and pet me as he chattered about nothing in particular to me, petting my side. He reached over and unloaded his pocket and set down the things on the desk, then moved to be in front of me as I lay down.
"Think you'd like a little more fun now, pup?" he said as he caressed my sheath. I didn't know what he meant but his tone and demeanor said he wouldn't hurt me so I sort of shifted onto my back, spreading my hindlegs wide, letting him touch wherever.
Jimmy grasped a fair ways back on my sheath and wriggled his hand a certain way. It felt stunningly amazing, and my hips started to roll on their own.
"I figured you were old enough for that..." he patted his side as he stood up and I flopped over and jumped down off the sofa, even though I didn't want the feeling to stop. Jimmy then sat down again but held me by my collar. I didn't mind, as soon he put his hand back on my sheath and now I was humping... just humping the air but humping nonetheless. No human had ever done this for me, and I didn't know that they knew we dogs like that sort of touching. I started dancing a bit with my front feet, wanting to grab onto something - Billy's bed, a stuffed toy, anything. Jimmy stopped rubbing my sheath over my penis and did something with the things he had laid out on the desk, a couple more times the squidge sound happened and the scent of that slicky stuff was palpable on the air. He then scooted over to that end of the couch and patted his chest. I stood before him on all fours, not quite understanding what he wanted.
"Up, puppy!" he said, patting his chest again. I looked confused. I wasn't supposed to jump on people. That was one of the rules, wasn't it? But Jimmy seemed to think it was alright when he said so, and lifted my forepaws onto his shoulders anyway.
He began rubbing my sheath that way again and soon I was humping rapidly as he pushed my sheath back like... well, I don't know. It wasn't like anything I'd ever done before. I _think_ it was like when dogs mate. I mean really mate with each other, not just hump on each other or on other things. He grasped my penis in his one hand, letting me thrust through it, squeezing it gently, and then without me knowing, he must have picked up one of the things from the desk as I felt a coolness at my tailhole again, and once again something slid into it. Not his fingers, no... this was far too firm, and too... round. It was something round and hard like a stick, only... it didn't feel like a stick, since it was smooth and the same size all the way along its length. Hard, round, smooth... long... it reached into me further than his fingers had, and it went in easy so the end had to have been tapered.
But I didn't care. I kept humping as the senations were wonderful. He let go of my maleness for a moment but soon his hand was back and my member was sliding back and forth a lot easier, inside something, but yet... I could feel his fingers around my penis so it wasn't something else. I couldn't figure it out. The thing in my rump went in only so far and then his hand held it there as I humped, my hips rolling with enthusiasm, my knot starting to swell and being trapped by his hand, the thing in my rear spreading me nicely - it didn't hurt but it felt quite unusual, but in a good way, and it pressed against things inside me as the motion of my hips rocked it a bit in and out. Not much like thrusting, but just in and out. Soon my knot expanded widely and the thing in my rear slipped out, only to be replaced by something similar but different. This thing slid in and stretched my tailhole more and more the deeper it went, then all of a sudden my ring gripped and it slid in all the way, my tailhole seemingly trapped, holding onto a narrow part of the thing with most of it inside me and what felt like a little bit snubbed up against my pucker. It didn't matter, because by now I was in such bliss, my knot fully engorged for the first time I can remember, OUTSIDE my sheath, my penis held tight by whatever I'd been thrusting into, and I could feel Jimmy's hand gripping my knot rhythmically as my penis spurt my seed out into ... my bitch? I didn't know. I didn't care to know. This just felt GREAT! Great isn't even a good enough word for how I felt. I don't think there is a word for it. The thing in my butt spreading me as my rear squeezed on it in time to me spurting seed out, and soon the tip of my member was bathed in the juices I'd ejaculated. I felt the instinctual need to turn around, so I drew back a bit to see Jimmy's face smiling, then dropped to three-legs as I tried to swing my fourth leg over Jimmy's arm where he held my penis.
Jimmy helped me with that and soon my butt was facing him, as he was still holding my penis as though I were tied to a bitch... or at least that's how I was told that goes. I looked back and saw this thin odd-smelling ... cover, over my penis - all of it, tip to knotbase - as Jimmy held it and it bobbed in his hands. He cupped my knot in both hands and gave it an occasional squeeze, getting me to squirt a little more. I was panting and out of breath from all the thrusting and then just the overwhelming sensations of what was going on. I couldn't really focus on anything, but knew Jimmy was there and didn't think he was likely to hurt me after giving me such a great gift like this.
After a bit he let go of my member, but since it was still in the thin sheath thing my knot didn't want to go down. It didn't hurt like sometimes after humping the bed so I climbed up on the couch next to where Jimmy had sat back and crossed over his lap, rolling so my hips were mostly in his lap and my head tucked up against his one hip. He smiled and petted my belly as I lay there. After a time he moved me around and we snuggled and snoozed toghether spoon-like.
It must have taken a lot out of me because I barely remember him carrying me to the kennel run and kissing me goodnight on the top of my head.