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Acting with Animals: Part

The party was going great. Half of the city was invited regardless of class and the rest was showing up anyways. People were having a grand time as they drank up the wine and ate the thirty cows, forty pigs and over five hundred chickens that had been slaughtered and then cooked in dozens of ways by the castle's chefs. It had taken weeks to plan and everything was going good. The band was playing a joyful tune with violins and there was a crowd gathering, clapping along and dancing.

This was just in the main hall. There was more going on outside in the courtyard where most of the uninvited guests were enjoying whatever they had brought along. It would be a nightmare come morning, there would be damages and repairs, but King Marrik had made it clear that it was not to be a concern.

Parties were not uncommon. The upper class loved to flaunt their wealth with extravagance, but this was no ordinary party. The king was celebrating his son's eighteenth birthday and also the end of the recent rebellions that had been going on for over six years. The signing of the Treaty of Marseille had occurred the week before after the leaders of the Isolationist League had agreed to an unconditional surrender and cessation of hostilities after their loss at the Siege of Brunnel.

The people had been tired of war and a party to celebrate its end and to celebrate another year of life for the beloved Prince Ramier was exactly what they needed, so the king gave it to them.

This made my job all the harder as the head of security. I had to create watch bills, post guards at the battlements and all around since the party was being held here at Castle Corth, an old stone structure that sat above the city of Corth. It was better than holding the party at the royal palace, so much would be stolen, but it had its own security concerns.

This was a true and true castle, with secret passages, tall walls, little nooks and crannies, its own nightmare for me to handle. I called in a few favors and had a company of soldiers brought in to handle exterior security while my own royal guards took the inside. Everyone was visibly armed with rifles, nothing too insane like a light machine gun, we didn't need the guests feeling like they were being corralled up.

Id's were checked, random searches, bag checks, I left nothing to chance once the guests began to arrive and it was all going good. I took up position in the main hall where the king and the royal family were. The aging king sat at the head of the great wooden table that was line with food. His wife was next to him and they were talking and the man of the hour, Prince Ramier was with one of the King's general's who was giving the Prince a saber as a gift. Normally I wouldn't allow such a thing near the Prince, but it was General Hakuro and being the Prince's birthday, small allowances must be made.

I made rounds around the room, making sure everything was in order and I was near the band when someone screamed.

I immediately pushed aside the older man that was next to me. He let out a grunt and glared at me as I ran.

It was one of the servants. He had dropped his platter of small cheese cubes and had pulled a gun from his coat. He was running towards the king.

I pulled out my sidearm, but I couldn't fire, there were too many people in the way to get a clear shot. Instead I ran, shoving as many people as I could aside, but there were too many. They were too scared to move or to stupid to move in the right direction. There was soon a current of bodies opposing me, trying to get away from the assassin who was having their own difficulty.

Other guards were moving as well, drawing their weapons and yelling at the guests to move or to get on the ground. No one was listening.

General Hakuro, hero and mastermind behind the Siege of Brunnel pushed the Prince behind him and stood in front of the rest of the royal family. He pulled his own side arm, an old revolver, but the assassin moved first. There was a shot more screaming. The general clutched his side and fell down. The royal family was vulnerable, none of the guards could get to them.

"The League sends their regards." The assassin yelled and fired again.

The king, who had stood up and was now sheltering his son and wife behind his... his head shot back, a spray of red came from the back of his head and the queen's white dress was covered in it. She screamed as the king fell back into the chair he had stood up from.

There was silence. All the screaming had stopped, but the crows was still too thick for me to get through. The king was dead, I had failed there, but I could still save the prince and the queen,

"I'll kill you!" Prince Ramier scream and drew the sword the the wounded general had given him. He began running towards the assassin who was already lining up the shot to kill the prince.

"No." I reached out and screamed. That fool was making himself a perfect target and he could have been killed if it weren't for Drake, the Prince's Warg that he had rescued from poachers. The massive wolf like beast came crashing through one of the side doors. It wasn't supposed to be here, I had left instructions for it to be locked up in the manor since I didn't want to scare any of the guests. It was a sweet thing, but the fact that it was larger than any wolf with razor sharp claws and knife like fangs was not a good thing to have wandering around in the public eye. I didn't care anymore.

The assassin didn't even have a chance to see it before five hundred pounds of muscle landed on him and clamped its jaws around his neck.

"Cut!" The director called from his chair offset from his speaker. "That's good." He got up and everyone relaxed.

The wolf got off of the stunt double who was playing the assassin and began to lick his face. He laughed and pushed the tamed wolf away. Drake wasn't actually a five hundred pound canine, closer to one hundred and fifty pounds, but you know, movie magic.

I helped up one of the extras who had accidentally fallen, but in good acting practice, went with it, making the scene seem natural. He said his thanks and I walked off set and headed to the craft service table. I had missed dinner since this was being shot at night. There was a mixture of snacks, I would be sure to grab something on the way home.

"Nelson!" I turned around at the call of my name to see Marco walking up to me. He wasn't an actor, he was actually the handler for Drake, which was the wolf's actual name and a high school friend of mine. He worked at one of the local wildlife preserves and had raised Drake up from a pup, making the ferocious wolf nothing more than an oversized puppy that followed commands.

I went to acting school and was now a minor supporting character in an action/suspense movie about Prince Ramier who becomes king, but uses his power to hunt down those responsible for his father's death. It wasn't a big budget movie, but I was getting paid enough and it seemed interesting. Plus, I couldn't be picky about what jobs I took, acting was not as fabulous as many thought it would be. Not being anywhere close to being a big named actor, I didn't have as much negotiating power so I took bad hours and sometimes bad positions, but hey, occasionally it paid off and when I heard that they needed a wolf or a large dog, I told the producers about Marco.

"Sup." I spoke with a mouth full of crackers and the taller redneck in flannel, there was a reason why here worked at a preserve. He had grown up in the woods and loved everything that had to do with nature and the animal that lived there.

"Can you do me a solid?" He asked and moved aside so that some of the extras could get past. He was a big man, been chopping wood his entire life and that often made him a moving obstacle.

"Depends." I didn't like doing people favors, but I had known Marco for a long time and he was one of the few people who supported my choice to go into acting. My parents would have preferred that I went to college and got some sort of science or engineering degree, but in the end they relented. I would always remember the first time I took my parents to the movies to watch the first film I was in, a cheesy zombie movie that had scored forty on rotten tomatoes. It was a bad movie, but my mom shed tears when I pointed out my name in the rolling credits, I was so proud.

"You see." He pulled out his phone and looked at it. "I have a meeting with some of the guys back at the preserve, but it's downtown, so I can't bring Drake with me back to my place. Would you mind taking care of Drake for the night?"

"Bring him back with me?" I looked past him at the wolf that was down on his front paws, butt in their air, wagging as some of the other actors played with him. He really was just a big puppy. At first the director had been adamant that he be kept on a leash when not on set, but after a week of being around him, even the older, experienced director who had an Oscar for best foreign film a few decades ago had softened up. Now Drake was often the center of attention. "He's a wolf. Isn't' there some kind of law against having me just bringing him to my flat."

"Yes." He nodded. "But, it's not as severe as me dragging him into downtown and causing a ruckus there, even if it would just be him licking people."

"I don't know. I was never good with animals."

"You had a goldfish." He laughed and we walked over to Drake who was on his back, getting his belly rubbed.

"And it died." I countered. "I did my best and it died for no reason."

"It was a fish." He patted me and then knelt down and petted Drake on the chest. While he was doing that, I looked at the fine specimen that was Drake. There was another reason why I was hesitant. I had a history with dogs that no one knew about.

Little boys always wanted a dog, a puppy for Christmas that they grew up with and became best friends with. My parents had asked me if I had wanted a dog growing up, but I refused.

I had lived in a small town. Not many people and everyone knew everyone else.

This town had one issue, there was a population of feral dogs. They weren't feral that they were dangerous, they hung out around the gas station and people fed them, they just didn't have any owners. I had found comfort in these dogs, I treated them as my own pets and after school, most days, when I wasn't with Marco, I was out in the woods with the dogs.

Most parents wouldn't like the idea of having their children running out in the woods, but my parents knew that I would be safe because there was this one bug dog, Sam, I called him. He was a bug mutt, a mix of too many breeds to count and he had taken a liking to me. Wherever I went, he went and was very protective of me, enough so that he had once attacked a bully that had pushed me. Nothing more than a scratch, but it had sent him off. He wanted the dog shot, but no one did anything since they knew what had happened.

We used to play fetch, chase, little kid things and this went on for years until I discovered porn. I was in middle school when one of my classmates had snuck in a magazine that he said he stole from his father. It had images of naked women with men, it wasn't that explicit in terms of what porn could be, but it had gotten my interest. I looked up images and videos online when my parents were away and deleted my browsing history. This went on for a while and then I found bestiality by clicking on a link at one of the porn sites.

It had never occurred to me that people would try to have sex with animals, but here it was, the internet was filled with it and suddenly I couldn't think of anything else but a certain dog.

Sam was there, right where he always was after school. He liked to wait for me at the gas station, where the other dogs seemed to hang out as well. The owner had tried to chase them off once, but they just came back and were now just a permanent part of the property. From there, he would follow me wherever and we would play until I went home.

I took him to an abandoned barn about a mile into the woods on some private property. No one ever went there, I wasn't sure if the property owner knew that it was there, it was perfect.

The first time, I just looked at him. He had a thick, black sheath and being a stray, he had never been fixed. Being a dog of his size, he had a very large pair that hung between his hind legs. I couldn't build up the courage to do anything, even when he sat down at his pink tip poked free. I had seen it before like this, but before, I was in a different, more oblivious state of mine.

I just ended up playing fetch with him for a few hours before calling it a day. I went home and jacked off to a video on my phone of a similar looking dog mating with a husky.

The next day I did a bit of touching. I got Sam to sit down and I rubbed his chest, slowly moving my hand down until I could feel his sheath. Sam didn't mind at all, he had a big dumb grin on his face with his tongue out. I petted him and then I took a light hold. He responded by lying down on top of my hand and then rolling over, giving me access to him. He loved belly rubs.

I laid down next to him, feeling more confident in myself now and began to stroke his sheath, pulling it back just enough to let his pink cock poke out. Sam didn't respond in any way, he was just loving the attention. So, I pulled back the sheath more until I could feel two lumps. It was his knot, the thing that would lock him tightly inside of a female. I wondered if he had done that, fucked some bitch and filled her up. I bet he had, he was the biggest and the strongest out of all of the other stray dogs.

Sam watched me as I took it a little further. I cupped his balls, rolling them in my fingers and brought my head closer to his crotch. Being a dog that lived outside, he smelled of dirt, some pine, just clean.

When I had begun to spend more time with Sam, my parents had made me wash him once and put tick and other parasite medicine on him. They didn't want me getting anything one me. Sam didn't mind, he seemed to enjoy the water running down his fur.

The pink tip, glistening, was inches away from my face. I slowly stuck out a tongue and licked it. There was no real flavor and Sam didn't do anything, he was shifting, scratching his back on the ground, just being a happy dog.

I licked it a bit more and let go of his balls to start fondling my own. I was hard already and leaking, it was going to get my underwear stained, so I stripped it off. Might as well get completely naked at this point, so my shirt went as well.

During this time, Sam had gotten up and began to investigate what I was doing. He sniffed at my pile of clothes and then me, licking just under my right buttock. It tickled and I squirmed a little, turning around and pushing away, but he was a dog that wasn't used to not getting what he wanted. When I turned around, his nose dug itself under my balls where he licked at them. It was warm and wet and I stopped pushing him away.

He kept up his licking, investigating this new smell, emanating from my mid region. He seemed to like it because he didn't stop. I petted him, encouraged him with kind words. His tail wagged behind him and he moved his licking up my balls to my shaft where he got his first taste of newly pubescent pre which got his attention. He lapped more and more at me and I moaned at the new feeling. No hand could match the feeling of getting some head from a dog.

I had to sit down, my knees were getting weak. He waited for me to call him back over and he got right to work, licking all over my crotch. While it was hard to concentrate, I saw his sheath and balls close by.

I reached out and grabbed his sheath. This time, he humped into my hands and gave off a slight growl. I let go, afraid that I had done something that he didn't like. When I did, he stopped licking me and looked at me, twisting his head sideways as if asking why I stopped.

I petted his side and slowly drew my hand back under him, ready to pull back if he growled more. He didn't and when I got back to his sheath, wrapping my fingers around the rod beneath, he bucked more into me, quick jerks. Some fluid came out of his sheath and dripped to the ground. I wondered what it tasted like.

I got onto all fours and crawled under and he let me. I pulled back his sheath and his pink cock was more red now and thicker. It was leaking more of that fluid.

There was also a strong smell coming from him. It reminded me of the smell of the locker room after gym class. It was strong smell, but not so revolting.

The first taste was salty and bitter and another jerk shot some on the crease of my nose and cheek. I wiped it off and put his cock into my mouth. The jerks became sharp and in one thrust, Sam buried himself into the back of my throat, gagging me. I would have pulled out, but suddenly there was a weight on my back and paw wrapped themselves under my armpits. I couldn't see as my face was buried in fur and my nose was in his sheath fur.

I couldn't speak, there was nine inches in my mouth, already choking me as it went down my throat. I blinked away tears and struggled to breath. I shook, but those paws were stuck on me and the big dog's weight kept me from simply falling sideways. I couldn't do anything but take it.

He face fucked me hard and let out short growling huffs as he leaked more and more into my mouth. I didn't swallow. I tried to breath between humps and most of the pre, I drooled out, some I breathed in, some just went down my gullet.

There was a insistent pressure in my loins. As bad as I was regretting this, there was also something incredibly hot about being violated by a dog in this way.

His knot came next, it was big, very big and it wanted in. It pressed against my lips with each powerful thrust that made me gag, trying to get past them, but I kept my mouth shut. If he got that in my mouth, there was no way I was going to be able to breath with his cock four inches down my throat. I held out long enough that it just became to big for him to push it into me.

He mated with my face for another several minutes until he stopped. He let his cock sit on top of my tongue for another ten before I was able to get him off of me. Then he did pull out, a torrent of his cum, bitter, white spooge drained out of my mouth and I spit up as much as I could. He came over and licked my face and cleaned me off.

When I opened my eyes, there he was, that dumb dog with that big grin on his face with that thick throbbing cock under him.

There was stream nearby which I cleaned up in and then air dried. I put my clothes back on and went home. Sam had slid back into his sheath and it was as if nothing had happened.

I didn't go back to the barn with Sam for the rest of the week. Not because I didn't want to be with him, I really did, that was the hottest thing I had done, it was the fact that I had a sore throat. My voice got scratchy and I had convinced enough people that I had a slight cold. I took some cough drops and by the end of the week, I was good.

During that time, I thought of some other ideas, or rather, looked them up.

We went back to the barn. I brought a backpack with supplies as well. I had wet wipes for cleaning up, a towel, peanut butter and vegetable oil. I started by applying peanut butter to my dick. Dogs loved peanut butter. The LOVE it.

Sam set on me instantly and licked up everything and even when it was all gone, he was still convinced that there was more hidden along my cock that he got from a flaccid three inches to my full seven inches in under a minute.

I petted his head while he went to work on me and it wasn't long before I cummed. He grunted and grabbed his ears as he happily ate everything I had to offer.

Took a few minutes for me to catch my breath and then I put some peanut butter on my ass, on my taint, around my balls and even went as far as putting some inside of me. No matter where I put it, Sam licked it up and he ate me out when he discovered the peanut butter just past my sphincter. He pushed his tongue muscular tongue past my clenched muscles, forcing himself into me to get to his treat.

I felt his tongue press up against my prostate, pushing and cleaning up my insides thoroughly and he made me hard and blow another load straight onto the ground before he finished. I was left a shivering mess, a happy mess though.

After a short recovery time, I went to the next step. I got the oil, since it was natural and I didn't have anything else that could act as lube and I didn't think that I would be able to buy anything without raising suspicion. It was greasy, but it did the job, after the job Sam did on me, I a few of my fingers slipped in and I made sure to get myself lubed deep.

Was I nervous. Hell yeah. I was about to lose my anal virginity to a dog. Sam wasn't going to take me out to dinner afterward, he wasn't going to take it slow, I saw the videos, they went all out once they got their cock into something. I added some more lube.

It wasn't hard to get Sam interested, I just gave his sheath a few tugs and he was trying to mount me. I got onto all fours and he quickly got on top of me, on the correct side this time.

He prodded my cheek a few times, not used to gripping a human's rump rather than a bitch's. He left wet smears across my butt and then he hit it home. He sunk in immediately, the oil doing its work perfectly.

He pushed hard and fast, forcing his nine inches all the way to the knot in moments which he pulled back out of my loose ass with each thrust. Sam's cock was hot, really hot and I could feel his entire length pushing and then immediately pulling out of me.

He licked at the back of my neck and his body thrummed against mine while I pushed back against him. The only thing I could hear over the sound of our lewd sex was my heavy panting. I was getting all worked up, feeling him so deep inside of me, his knot, slowly growing larger, tugging at my entrance more and more as it grew in size until he planted it firmly into me and just tugged.

All movement stopped as he emptied his balls into me, putting more pressure onto my insides.

The weight on my back disappeared and Sam twisted sideways off of me, pulling on my hole painfully, his knot locking us together for the foreseeable future. He jumped off and then we were ass to ass.

I should have brought a game, a book, something because it was thirty minutes before his knot shrunk enough for his to slip out. I had laid down and gotten him to ass well with our asses pushed tightly together. He may have even fallen asleep during that time.

When he slid out of me, I stood up and felt myself drain. There was wet shlops as his fluids fell out of me. It was slightly yellow. That dog had pissed inside of me as well and it made me queasy, but Sam had a way of apologizing as he stood back up and went to work on my ass one more time, licking up his deposits, both piss and cum.

I cleaned myself with the wet wipes which I tossed into the woods. I wasn't a very green conscious person back then.

This went on for a number of years until one day, Sam wasn't there at his usual. Just like that he was gone and there was no body. I looked for days, but I never found out what happened and from there I moved on.

I never repeated what I did with Sam with other dogs. I never had sex with an animal after than and I actually got away from porn as well. I was too busy with my life at that point, but now there was this other dog, Drake who was proudly showing off his package and I was the only one enjoying the show.

"You'll do fine." Marco said and snapped me back to attention and quickly deflated my erection. He was still petting Drake with lots of affection. That man loved that ball of gray and white fur and I was jealous that this wolf was pretty much his pet.

"Fine." I tried to sound as if I was giving something up. "You owe me."

"Whatever." He rolled his eyes and got up. "I'll get you something from the gift shop." He chuckled.

A few hours later and I was in my car driving back home with a passenger.

Drake sat on the passenger seat right where I told him to go. He was very well trained and knew almost every command. Marco had given me simple instructions about care. He would eat a meal of raw meat which Marco said he would pay me back for, with some vitamins in a powdered form mixed in, which he had a container on hand. I would then take him out and let him do his business and that was it. I just needed to give him attention, which I wasn't sure how I would do that.

I looked over to Drake who looked ahead very regally with his tall ears perked, his mouth shut and his eyes focused on the road ahead. I looked down for a moment and spied his sheath and the same problem that most males had, he was peeking out of it, just enough to get the slightest hint of pink.

I bit my lip and kept driving, begging for home to come faster.