Dog with a Bone
‘Ace’ was a Rottweiler I knew when I was a kid. He had been bought as a puppy by his owner, Steve, who wanted a guard-dog for his lumber-yard, which was next to my parents barn. I was about fifteen when Ace and I became neighbors.
At 1st he was just like any other puppy; soft and cuddly and full of fun, but as he grew he developed a mean streak, which could be kinda difficult when he still thought he was a puppy and tried to jump into your arms. Ever tried catching 125 pounds of dog? Steve tried chaining him up, but he howled and barked continually. It became more and more of a problem as Ace grew, it got to the point where he would jump up at anyone who came within range.
While this was partly what Steve had bought Ace for, it did tend to make it impossible for the mail-man, and worse, for Steve’s clients, to visit the yard. In the end, Steve said that he was knowing of having Ace castrated in the hope that would quiet him down. Steve said that if I managed this, he would give me a hundred bucks for my trouble. That evening, I walked Ace home with me, and tied him up in the barn; later, I went out to see how he was; he seemed quite happy in his new home, so after filling his water-bowl I decided to turn in for the night. I untied the rope from his collar, and he responded by immediately trying to jump up me! I decided that I had to show him who was boss, and indulge in a bit of dog-wrestling.
We landed with me on my back and him astride me, but with my arm locked firmly round his neck. I stared him straight in the eyes, he struggled and wriggled, but I kept hanging on. His eyes begined to roll and I felt him begin to relax; I had won my 1st battle with him.
I let go of his neck, and as he pulled away, I noticed that the pink tip of his dick was peeping out from his sheath; also what very big balls he had. Then it occurred to me that maybe his jumping up people was a sign of sexual frustration; after all, he was an adolescent dog, and so was likely to be subject to all the same urges and desires as us persons. Perhaps the jumping up was a mis-directed attempt at the normal male dog’s urge to mount, and that he just wanted to come? I ran my hand beneath his belly to his sheath, and gave it a good squeeze.
He did not mind me doing this, and responded by extending more of the pink end of his dick, but when I did the same to his balls, he yelped, reared up and tried to bite me; I guess they were a bit sensitive, so i tried feeling them another time more carefully. I went back to the home and got a bottle of corn oil from the shelf next the stove, then walked back to the barn. I began to massage the length of Ace’s sheath slowly and rhythmically, feeling his dick inside. After about ten 2nds, the pointed pink tip of his dick appeared another time; I stroked this, pulling gently on it to make it extend even further.
It was rigid, but not fully erect; then I remembered that some guy at school said that dogs dicks have a bone in them. I dont know if you have ever seen a dog with a full hard-on, but theres a swollen bit some distance back from the tip. Anyway, this bulb part now came out of his sheath, and begined to swell up, all pink and covered with purple veins. I realised that if i was to continue rubbing it, i could make him very sore, so I popped the top from the corn-oil bottle and greased up my hands, then pouring some more oil into the palm of my hand, rubbed it all over his throbbing, engorged organ.
Then i began to massage the bulb part, pulling it gently, trying to ease out the full length of his tool. He suddenly begined humping, so I decided to keep my hands still and let him do the work. When I felt that he had finished, I let go, and he sat back on his hind legs, his dick, with the bulb still partially swollen, flopping to one side. Then he began to lick the tip, this made the bulb part shrink and retract back into the sheath within a couple of minutes, but the tip of his tool was still showing.
Then he stood up, walked over to the door of the barn, and lifted his leg; his 1st few drops of urine were thick with some of the remaining come in his tool, then the flow became clear and strong. Ace would follow me round wherever I went on the barn; he got jacked off at least twice a day, three or 4 times if he got lucky. In less than a week I managed to train him so that his dick would unsheath as very soon as I begined rubbing his balls; then all I had to do was get a hold of his bulb, rub him up to a full hard-on, and then when he begined humping, hang on! Sometimes he would extend his dick in anticipation even before I got my hands on his balls, so enthusiastic was he for shooting his load. And all this time, he never tried jumping up at anyone.
It was a few weeks later when Steve returned from a journey to Hawaii that he saw Ace another time, and was amazed at the change in him, so much so that he said he wanted to have him back at the lumber-yard. I knew that the only reason he was so calm and manageable was his daily sexual exercise and that was the problem; how was I to explain to Steve what was needed to keep Ace happy was to drain his balls twice a day? I suggested that Steve could have Ace during the day, but that he should not be tied up at night and so he could come round my place if he wanted to. Steve said that since he wanted Ace as a guard-dog, he wanted him at the yard during the night, but that Ace could go where he wanted during the day.
On my return, I was told tha poor old Ace was back up to his old jumping behavior.
But Steve was amazed when the day after my return, Ace went back to his previous normal self. I could not tell Steve that I had given Ace five ejaculations in a row that morning. So that afternoon, I went round to see Steve. I was half expecting Steve to be really angry, or to treat me as some kind of pervert, but when I explained to him what the secret of my success with Ace had been, he fell about laughing! It turned out that while I had been away, an intruder had gotten into the yard one night, and Ace had cornered him.
The police had found this poor guy the next morning, cowering in a shed, drenched in dog-sperm, and with Ace standing guard over him, having spent most of the night astride the terrified intruder, happily humping away! Steve then said ‘well, I guess Ace is a real OK dog to have round the place, I can see my way to giving him what he needs’. I explained to Steve that the secret was to rub Ace’s balls to get him begined, and offered to demonstrate. Steve was apprehensive about rubbing a dog’s balls for the 1st time, so took it real gentle; Ace was cooperative, and got a hard-on in 2nds, but it took some time to get Steve to use the right technique of squeezing Ace’s bulb.
But after about twenty minutes, he was rewarded by a massive shorny of dog-sperm, and a wet doggie lick across the face. I gave Ace a final goodbye jerking off, then much to my surprise Steve presented me with a hundred dollars. ‘Just like I said I would if you tamed that animal’ he said. Even now, when I go back to visit my parents barn, Ace usually arrives to greet me within a few minutes of my arrival, and full of expectation of getting his balls drained; he generally gets what he expects!
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