It's Rough In The Woods

***This is an earlier work of mine. It’s a bit rougher. Wrote it before I really found my style (sort-o-speak). I figured I’d post it to tide you readers over till I got the second part to yard dog finished. I know how insatiable you can be. Enjoy***



The Rough Woods

I had just turned 18 that summer, and I was glad that I was heading off to college that fall. I hated my parents. Mostly because they have always seemed to be more into their own lives than they were mine. I was so anxious to get away from them that I didn’t want to wait an entire summer, so I decided to visit my uncle and aunt in the country. Being a city boy, I knew nothing of the outdoors or woods, but I knew it was far away from my asshole parents. I packed a few bags, made sure I had my I-pod, and was shuttled off to a new state. The flight wasn't very long, but glancing down I noticed small mountains and endless forests of evergreens and pine trees, I was slightly amazed.
When I arrived at the airport, my uncle was waiting there with his car. He grabbed my bags throwing them into the trunk. I winced, hoping he hadn’t broken anything. We drove through the city and just when I started to think it didn’t seem all that different, we pulled out of the town and into a forest of endless evergreens. I watched tree after tree fly by, and barely listened as my uncle made small talk. He asked about my summer vacation so far, and other similar questions. I gave him short, and quick answers till he got the idea that I wasn‘t really wanting to talk and then he quieted down.
We drove a few miles, then turned onto a long winding dirt road, with not another house in sight. We pulled onto a dirt driveway, and bounded down it until we came to a country style house, with a huge lawn, and in need of a new coat of white paint. My uncle stopped the car, and grabbed two of my bags, leaving the other for me. "Come on inside, your aunt should be waiting." The door creaked a little as he opened it, and I stepped into the comfortable cottage. The large picture window was spilling sunlight into the spacious living room. My aunt was waiting for me. She pulled me into a hug and told me that my uncle would show me to my room. She said that she had spent several hours getting it ready for me.
Now the one thing I absolutely love about my relatives, is their cooking. My aunt is probably the best cook in the family, and knowing I’d be arriving, she had baked assorted goods for me to snack on. My room was completely adequate, to my surprise. It was sparse, but comfortably so. I unpacked my things. I found, to my relief, that nothing was broken. After a few days there, my life set into a rhythm again. I would wake up at 9ish, eat breakfast, do a few chores my aunt asked me to do, or perhaps even a chore my uncle asked me to do outside, eat, sleep, and then repeat. Oddly enough, I didn't even touch my I-pod.
After three days of this, I decided, that since I had nothing better to do, I’d go for a walk in the woods surrounding the house. I talked to my aunt about it, and she agreed. There’s something peaceful about walking alone in the woods. It’s hard to describe. Almost like walking down a dark street at night, surrounded by no one and with only a few lights to show the way. Twigs snapped underfoot as I made my way aimlessly through the trees and away from the house. I had been walking for about an hour before I got the sneaking suspicion that I was lost, and after another two hours of trying to find my way back, I was sure of it. I moved some branches out of my way, and walked out into an open area of the woods, and noticed a property boundary marker. No one really cares as long as you‘re not destroying their property or messing with something that you shouldn‘t be, I thought. After all, its the country. People wander around all the time.
I entered the clearing and while not watching where I was going, almost stumbled upon a huge black dog, hunched over. I froze, not wanting to move as the beast turned to stare a me. His eyes were a dark and he growled lowly through his teeth as he peered at me. Before I knew what was going on, he had attacked me, knocking me to the ground, and for some reason was ripping and pulling at my jeans and my shirt. He put a few nasty scratches on my skin, but not as many as you would think given his veraciousness. I soon lay there almost naked with just a few shreds of clothing to cover me. I felt like Adam and Eve must have felt when they wore that fig leaf. Then, as quickly as he had come, the huge dog ran off into the woods leaving me panting and exhausted.
Groggily, I heard someone coming through the trees, but I couldn't move. I was emotionally and physically worn out. Just a moment ago , I thought I was going to die, so I barely realized that a young man had just crashed through the trees and into the clearing. He was tall, about 6'4", with tussled dark brown hair, he was wearing dirt smeared jeans and a tight fitting white t-shirt which hugged his well muscled figure. He was probably in his mid to late twenties. He stopped when he saw me, but then changed his direction and walked right over to me. He didn't seem overly surprised, but had a sly smile on his face. I turned onto my back, and tried to push myself up onto my hands and knees to try to stand, but I felt a hand being placed onto my back holding me in place. He stood over me looking down. To me he seemed huge. He didn't say anything, but he pulled his white t-shirt over his head, revealing a well muscled torso. His skin was slightly rough and red from work in the country. He had a scattering of light brown hair that ran from his chest to his belly, and then down into his bulging jeans.
He threw his shirt to the side and bent over me, undoing his semi-tight pants. He unzipped his crotch, and opened his jeans, revealing a tight pair of boxer briefs bulging in the front. Before I could say anything, he pulled his pants and underwear down, and a huge red cock sprang from the confinement of his pants. It was at least 7 inches, and thick around. He didn’t give me a chance to make a response. He forced himself on top of my body. I could feel his weight almost suffocating me, and before I could protest, it had started. I cried out as he shoved his huge dick head an inch into my asshole. My ass was tight, as I’d never had sex before, and the pain was excruciating. I felt his drooling cock spread my ass lips wide. His thick penis throbbed as he violated my ass, and with one final thrust, he completely buried his 7 inch drooling cock into my virgin ass. Pain shot through my body as he grunted, fucking my ass. I couldn't even talk as he used my hole, and a few minutes after his rough fucking had began, his abs flexed and he came hard deep in my sore bottom. I was so tight I could feel his seed spurt and his dick twitch in my guts. His body shuddered as he unloaded his seed into my unwilling hole. He laid on top of me for awhile, his cock still firmly embedded and hard in my ass.
I didn't know what to say, and I probably couldn't have, had I known what to say, because I was so out of breath and beaten down. After a few minutes, he sat up and rolled out and off of my body, his dick leaving my asshole empty. His cock had begun to soften as he pulled on his shirt, and then his pants. Once he was dressed, he spoke to me for the first time. "Come on, you'd better get up. We should get out of here." His voice was deeper than I’d expected, but it also had a kind note to it. I accidentally stumbled in my response. "M-m-my p-pants are shredded, I-I cant go anywhere." I fumbled my answer stuttering uncontrollably. "Come on, I’ll take you back to my house," he said as he reached down, and helped me up. He pulled me against him and wrapped his large arm around my shoulders, supporting me against him. Then he began to lead me into the unknown.
We walked for awhile. I don't know how long, but long enough for me to know that my aunt and uncle‘s house was miles away. Along the way I saw patches of vine covered woods and overgrown meadows through the gaps in the dense trees. We walked more than I thought I could bear, but we kept on going. Eventually he had to carry me cause I kept stumbling and almost passing out. Finally we walked into an area where the land looked worked, like people had cultivated it for farming. The ground looked softer and the surrounding land looked healthier. Pretty soon he led me into a clearing, with a decent sized cottage.
The cottage looked rough but more than welcoming as it sat nestled into the forest meadow, serenely, as if it had been there for ages. "Welcome home," the large man said to me, "and by the way, my name is Tristan." "I'm Dane," I said quietly, and I didn't say anything more as he led me up the wooden door of the cottage. He laughed a bit when he heard my name, for what reason I couldn’t say. Then he opened the door and I hesitantly, but obediently stepped inside, knowing it probably wasn’t a good idea. What I did know was my pants were left in shreds back in the woods, and something about his voice made me want to listen. He shut the door and I turned around, realizing, by the lack of decor, that Tristan was alone in his cabin. His cottage was sparse and simple.
Tristan walked down a short hallway and opened a door into a bedroom. I fallowed as he opened a dresser and riffled through the clothes that lay inside. The bedroom, like the living room was sparse and neat, containing little more than a large bed, a dresser, and a nightstand. I watched him as he rifled through the contents of one drawer and then moved to the next. The muscles on his back and shoulders rippling under his tight shirt as he moved about. He finally pulled out a pair of faded and torn jean, ripped at the knee, and turned to me. "These look like they'll fit you, why don't you try them on?" he handed the pants to me and I turned around wondering to myself why he had jeans that were obviously way too small for him to wear in his dresser.
I stepped into them and slowly began to pull them up, when his hand grabbed mine, and I glanced up at him. His eyes were glazed over by lust as he picked me up carefully and threw me onto the bed, again proving how strong he was. I was beyond speechless at the unexpected attack and before I could respond, he was on top of me. He grabbed the top of the pants he had just gave me and pulled them down to my ankles. Next he grabbed the top of my underwear, and before I could say stop, he pulled them down too, leaving me exposed to him. He slid his body onto mine. I could feel his bulging jeans as his crotched pressed up into my thigh. His body was between my legs as he lay on top of me. The rough fabric of his clothing dragging against my soft skin, pressing against me. He didn't bother to take off my shirt, and I gasped as his slid his body against mine, his clothing abrasive on my skin. I started to protest but he clamped one of his hands over my mouth as he said with a grin, "Come on pup. You know you like it. Just shut up and enjoy me fucking you until you scream." I thought for a moment. This guy, Tristan, could hurt me with out even meaning to as strong as he is. What would happen if I refused? Realizing I didn’t want to know, I submitted again. The bruised flesh of my ass still ached from getting raped in the forest a few hours ago. I kept my mouth shut as he reached down and unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and slid them down his waist till they rested on his thighs. He reached one of his large hands into his boxers and pulled out his thick cock and his meaty balls. His dick was hard, and oozing precum as he slid is hand over the shaft, making it grow longer. He let go of his cock, and slid his hand between our bodies, pushing his fingers past my ass cheeks. I moaned as he slid his hand along my swollen boy pussy. The lips of my ass were swollen and bruised from the brutal fucking I had received on the forest floor.
His fingers rubbed my lips as he stroked my asshole, slowly pressing two of his huge fingers into my bruised rosebud. I gasped as his fingers probed my aching ass, until he finally removed his hand from my moist lips. "I don't think we should do this again. I…uh…sir…UHG!" I gasped and cried out as he shoved his dick into my abused hole, rocking his body forward into mine as he sank his fuck pole even deeper into my ass. His dick shoved my bruised ass lips aside to gain entry. I gasped and clung to his body and he steadily pressed his dick into me until I could feel his hairy balls pressing up against my ass. He pressed into my body again and again, feeding my already stretched hole, until he was fully embedded into my bruised flesh. He grunted as he fucked my ass, sliding his slick precum covered penis into my now destroyed hole.
He grabbed my shoulders and pressed my body onto him and violently shoved his hips back and forth until I felt his body tense and tighten. Then I felt his warm cum shoot into my body, coating my insides and seeping into me. He collapsed on top of me, and I was reminded how heavy he really was, as his dick still shot rope after rope of his seed into my well bred man cunt. Eventually, he climbed off of my body, leaving me free to gasp for air once again. I whimpered as he slid his still rock hard dick out of my asshole. The lips of my ass oozed his seed as he picked himself up off the bed and leaned over it, picking me up. I couldn't move. I was so weak, so I wrapped my arms around his neck as he picked me up off the bed. He laid me onto the floor and then handcuffed me to a bench that was bolted to the floorboards. I was again on my hands and knees.
"Why'd you move me?" I asked in a weak voice. “That’s where a pup belongs, and until you learn to stay that way, I’m going to leave you handcuffed like that. Just seeing my knew puppy like this makes me hard as a rock again.” I couldn’t believe it. It was going to happen again. He was insatiable. He pushed a bench under my stomach that was cover in what felt like rabbit fur. Then he sat down behind me.
He forced his cock inside me for the third time that day. He fucked his bitch, his torso moving against my back as he rode my body. My dick was rubbing against the furry foot stool when I came, my thick spunk matting the fur. I had never felt anything like it. Even the pain made the orgasm more intense.
He wedged his hard body into mine, slowly fucking his cock into me again. After awhile of him pounding my ass with his member, my ass went numb as he came into my boy pussy again. He finally wrenched his cock from my screaming ass. I could feel his cum sliding from my stretched hole as Tristan let go of me and walked around in front of me. His cock was still sporting a hard on when he said, "we can’t have you wasting this now can we?" He plunged his cum cover cock with my own ass juices on it into my mouth. He fucked my mouth telling me what a good boy I was. Truth be told, it didn’t taste bad at all. I even started humping the fur again. About the time Tristan unloaded his forth round of sperm for the day down my now sore throat, I was unloading my second onto the already sticky, fur covered stool underneath me. We both panted, completely exhausted.
Soon we were both bathing in a tub of warm water. The heat of the bath water made my sore hole sting at first but by the time we got out, it felt much better. Before bed he introduced me to his real dog Tucker. It was the same black dog that had attacked me in the woods. Tristan said, “Yeah, Tucker’s a good huntn’ dog. He found you real quick for me, and his instincts are spot on. He also found the last boy I had, but that one escaped one day when I wasn’t lookn’, but don’t worry. I learn from my mistakes. You ain’t goin no where.” I slept that night at the foot of his bed. Still do to this day as a matter of fact, and to be honest, I never have tried to escape. Why would I want to?

The End.