Excerpt Time Again - Because I'm Nice Like That

From the forthcoming short, My Boyfriend Is A Dog, the following excerpt (warning: it does get very hot...)

BTW, the book does NOT contain bestiality!  Why did I write it?  For fun, of course!  I see it as taking the shifter genre and stomping all over it...


To be published on 1st May 2015.  

A muzzle pushed between my legs. 

Not the junk, I pleaded silently.  If you’re going to kill me, then fucking kill me, but leave my cock and balls intact.

The sniffing continued, became more insistent.  It was discomforting.  Fuck, it felt awkward.  I was monumentally relieved when the animal rolled me over again, but the relief was short-lived.  I couldn’t help whimpering as I felt its enormous jaws clamp around my waist.

And now I die, I thought.

You’re not going to die.

Well, excuse me, but I think I fucking well am.

You’re not.

The capacity of human beings for resilience and hope never ceased to amaze me.  The dark voice in my head seemed to come from deep within, but I wasn’t fooled.  We were moving through the forest, far away from the path.  If I ever escaped, there was no way of knowing how to get out of the vast forest and back to my New Hampshire home.  I could wander around for years and eventually die of starvation.

Either way, I was fucked, but I was too hideously uncomfortable to think much else, dangling like an overcooked noodle in the creature’s mouth.  One of its incisors was sticking into my rib cage.  I squirmed, trying to relieve the pressure.

Keep still.

It’s uncomfortable, I griped silently.  No doubt better than the disembowelling I was in for, but uncomfortable nonetheless.  I wriggled again, the pain in my ribs becoming acute.

Keep still, goddamnit!

Fuck you, I retorted to my inner voice.  It hurts!

I was unceremoniously dumped on the ground.  Immediately, pain flared through my nose and it started to bleed. 

Great, now the snack has added seasoning, I thought as my nose throbbed and burned, but there was an unexpected opportunity.  I threw my body sideways and rolled out of reach, determined to make another bid for freedom.

Oh no, you don’t.  The paw batted me almost playfully back to my original position, on my front, face in the undergrowth.  Then he (I assumed it was a he as it sounded like one) picked me up again, a lot more carefully this time, and we continued on our way.

Nothing made sense.  Where were we going and why the hell did I think I was talking to this creature?  The wind rushed past my head as he picked up his pace.  Soon we were hurtling through the forest to an uncertain future.  I opened my eyes and moaned as I saw the ground rushing past.  The motion had me spewing my guts in seconds.  I never had been good on rollercoasters, I thought, the moment before I passed out.

Sometime later, I was aware of a moist warmth over my face, licking my wounds, cleaning the blood, vomit and dirt away.  I felt cosseted and safe.  If this was death, I could take it. 

Pain spiked like a nail being driven through my face.  My nose began to throb again as I brought up my hands to stop whatever it was from licking at it.

‘Ow!  Ow, Jeez, get off!’

Stop complaining.  It’ll be better in a minute.

Another long, slow lick and the pain disappeared as suddenly as it had come. 

See? You just need to trust me.

I carefully touched my injured nose.  Thankfully it was still there, as large and prominent as ever, but it did not hurt at all.  How could that be, I thought as I drifted away again, lulled into sleep by the soporific sound of deep, steady breathing.

******

I was dreaming that someone was licking my balls.  It was the most fantastic sensation.  I stretched out and squirmed with pleasure, weakened by the strength of the hard-on slapping against my stomach.  The licking moved up my shaft and I gasped, biting my lip as the tongue swirled around the tip.  I jerked upwards, trying to encourage the unseen mouth to enclose me completely but it kept the same frustrating motion, the tongue wrapping around the stalk of my cock.

Suck me, I whimpered in my dream.  I was immersed in pleasure, greedy and wanting, knowing it was a dream but somehow it felt so real.  The mouth eased over the swollen head of my cock and travelled down, down all the way to the base, muscles squeezing and palpating my shaft into impossible hardness.  As my balls tightened, I knew I was about to wake just as the inevitable happened, but this time, it didn’t.  I panted and groaned, fucking the stranger’s mouth, fizzing like a shaken Coke bottle just as the top is about to be removed.  The release was heart-felt and satisfying, the pulsing rippling down my cock and into the stranger’s mouth.  He kept sucking on me until I was spent, wringing every last drop of come out of me.

‘Thank you,’ I murmured as I sank back down into heavenly sleep.

You’re welcome, a deep voice growled.