The pub dog part 3

As Mike opened the kitchen door, Dan scurried past into the hall and ran through to the bar area. His tail was bounding back and forth and he shot under the hatch onto the customers’ side of things before Mike had even switched the lights on from behind the bar. Mike lifted the hatch and pointed to a spot just to its side.

“Sit here while I open up.”

Dan looked at Mike impatiently, wagging his tail and steadfastly refusing to sit down. Mike’s voice was firmer the second time.

“Sit.”

Dan’s tail stopped wagging so much, disappointed that he couldn’t play right away. He knew company was coming and he wanted the attention that would come with it. Aside from missing out on a tasty breakfast, the thoughts running through his mind about what the day - maybe even life - would hold was too exciting. He couldn’t contain it, and a yelp escaped his throat.

Mike leaned over and above Dan and smacked his arse firmly. The cracking sound was worse than the feeling, but it got Dan’s attention. He hobbled over to the spot where Mike had pointed and sat down, his tail not moving anymore. Mike walked over to one of the two tables in the bar, which had a couple of chairs stacked on top of it.

Dan watched on as big strong, muscular arms flipped the chairs down to the floor in a split second. The other table was sorted just as quickly, then Mike headed towards the bar to sort things on the other side. As he passed Dan, Mike reached out and rubbed his head and praised the new pup. Though it couldn’t be seen on the outside of his rubber mask, Dan smiled on the inside. His mind was adapting to the situation well enough, and when he smiled his tongue fell out of his mouth and he panted excitedly.

The little bit of sorting out behind the bar seemed to take an age as Dan waited for his new friends to arrive. Mike came back out from behind the bar and walked towards the bolted front door. Dan saw this as a sign to move from his spot and he trundled across to Mike’s side and pawed at the door as Mike unfastened the bolts, which earned him another reprimand.

“No. Sit down, boy. They’re not here yet. I’m still opening up.”

Mike pointed back to the spot next to the bar, and Dan reluctantly skulked back to it. Mike flung open the door and wedged it in position. He unlocked the outer door but left it shut. Dan couldn’t see out, so he had no idea when company would arrive, not to mention who would walk through those doors and see him like this. He didn’t really care. If they were this far off the road and came into the bar, they had to have at least heard about the kind of place it was.

Mike pottered around sorting a few things that didn’t really seem to need sorting, certainly not to Dan. His mind was fixated on the company. He lay down and rested his head over his front leg and off to one side, as though pretending not to be on the lookout for new arrivals. The next three quarters of an hour seemed to drag on for much longer.

The sound of an engine approaching stirred Dan to a wakeful state. It was the unmistakeable sound of a motorbike, which hopefully meant Dan would remain the only pup around here for now. The engine wound down and he heard the sound of heavy footsteps in the dusty earth outside as they approached the door. The slight gap underneath the door shimmered as the person on the other side blocked out the light a bit. Then the door swung open.

On the other side was a tall, slender but muscular man in leather biker gear. In keeping with his Hispanic looks, he had a dark but trim beard that was not at all patchy; there was no skin showing through from beneath it. The door hadn’t begun to swing shut before Dan had darted towards the man and jumped up, his front paws trying to grab onto the man, who rubbed Dan’s head but told him to calm down. Mike’s head peered around a corner behind the bar and he rushed forward, then pulled the back of Dan’s collar so he fell away from the man.

“Get down, boy.”

Mike’s voice was even firmer than before. Dan was so excited by the company that he resisted, but Mike dragged him by the collar back to the bar, where he reached around the back and took out a chain. Dan continued to pull, and this earned him a firm slap on the backside again. The chain was then attached to his collar and tied to a metal bolt hidden under the overhang of the bar’s edge. Clearly it was meant for just this purpose, so that pups could not misbehave if their owners’ attention was otherwise occupied.

“Stay still or you’ll just hurt yourself.”

Dan gave a gently defiant tug on the chain, as though he wasn’t sure to believe Mike. Though he got a kick out of being chained, he wanted to be with the new man. The chain pulled his collar against his throat and he lost a little of his breath, then gave up. His tail wagged gently as he watched Mike approach the man, and the two gave each other a warm, manly embrace then pulled back, still holding each other’s shoulders.

“It’s been a while, Rico. How’ve you been?”, Mike asked.

“I’m good. It was a long journey over on the bike, but it was better than getting public transport, even in the sweaty leathers.”

From next to the bar, Dan imagined the sweat dripping inside Rico’s leathers. What a waste that it wasn’t dripping on Dan’s tongue and that he couldn’t lap it all up.

Mike let go of Rico and turned to the bar. He ignored Dan as he went behind the bar and turned his head to ask Rico if he wanted his usual.

“Sure, San Miguel’s good if you’ve got it.”
Rico sat on a stool at the front of the bar, away from the corner where Dan was sitting. Mike pulled himself a Guinness and placed the two drinks on the bar, then walked back around to sit next to Rico, in full sight of Dan. The two men downed a mouthful of their drinks. Mid-swig, Mike gently grabbed Rico’s knee and shook it, and smiled at Rico as he returned his glass to the bar.

“It’s good to see you again, mate. It must be at least six months since that night at the old club.”

“Yeah, it’s been too long, man”, Rico replied as he placed a big hairy hand on top of Mike’s, then turned on his stool as Mike slipped off his until he was standing between Rico’s legs. Their arms wrapped around each other’s torsos as they began a deep and passionate kiss.

Dan watched from the end of the bar. He was stiff with excitement, but frustrated at being chained here and not being the focus of all this attention. He was jealous that this man was embracing Mike. He noticed Mike’s arse cheeks twitch. The kissing and grasping at each other continued for an eternity, but Dan could do nothing.

Mike unzipped Rico’s leather jacket to reveal an already unbuttoned check shirt inside, and Dan glimpsed the hairiest chest he’d ever seen beneath it. Mike’s hands smoothly unbuttoned the few lower buttons that remained fastened, and slipped the jacket off Rico. It fell to the floor with the sound of thick, heavy leather. Rico was unbelieveably hairy.

Dan was jealous. As the dog here, he should be that hairy, but he didn’t mind that so much as he objected to not being able to lick Rico all over. His tail wagged and hit against the bar a couple of times with a thump. Rico looked over Mike’s shoulder as though he’d forgotten about Dan, gave a little smile, then returned his attention to Mike. He unbuttoned Mike’s jeans and out flopped that magnificent dick. Mike was going commando, and Dan could smell the sweat that had collected in his hairy body even from several feet away.

Slowly Mike turned around and rested his palms against the bar’s edge, while Rico had hopped down off his stool and was gripping Mike’s cheeks. He gave the right one a firm whack. Dan noticed the bulge in Rico’s leather trousers. Rico undid his trousers and let them slip to his ankles. His proud dick was rock hard; firm enough that it didn’t even bounce. It just stood there erect, ready to do its job.

A wave of jealousy came over Dan. He wanted that dick, yet he was also happy that Mike was going to get it and he’d witness the event. The mixed feelings were hard to deal with, especially since Mike had paid no more attention to him. His mind was firmly wrapped up in Rico’s impressive body, as was Dan’s.

Rico spit on his palm, Mike bent over slightly, still propped against the bar, and Rico began to finger Mike’s crack. Rico’s cock twitched, but there was still no sign of bounce. Dan supposed this must be the horniest man he’d ever laid eyes upon. He had the pleasure of watching him and Mike fucking, coupled with the angst of not being able to join in. If only he’d behaved. Ah well, Rico was obviously drinking, so Dan supposed he wouldn’t be riding the bike out of here any time soon.

As he stopped fingering Mike, Rico’s firm dick eased into its place and Dan noticed Mike eagerly pushing back on it. Dan wanted this too, and he tugged once more. The collar restricted his breathing, but that made his dick twitch as well. He didn’t let up on pulling forward as his own dick bounced healthily.

Rico pushed inside Mike. The two men looked perfect together, Dan thought. Within a couple of minutes, their bodies were drenched in sweat. It matted Rico’s body hair flat against him. Rico’s hands reached around to Mike’s chest and he tugged on two meaty nipples. Dan watched in amazement as Mike’s impressive dick bounced up and down, dripping precum on the floor as he held onto the bar like his life depended on it. Rico was pushing harder and faster by now.

At the sight of the dripping precum, Dan pulled all the harder on the collar until he was gasping for air. He had to stop. After he’d taken a few seconds to gather some breath, he let out a hoarse bark. The two men ignored it. They were too wrapped up in their sinewy pleasures. Rico continued to thrust into Mike harder and harder, the sweat dripping into a pool on the floor. He stopped tugging on Mike’s nipples and whacked his dick downwards so it bounced a few times, then raised his arm and wrapped it around Mike’s throat. The muscles in Rico’s arm bulged and Dan could see Mike couldn’t breathe freely.

As Mike bent over some more, he rested one arm against the bar, and his other hand reached down for his throbbing dick. Rico’s arm was still around his throat, and his arse was being pounded by Rico’s dick. He could feel the sweaty hair of Rico’s chest against his back. Rico was pounding faster but in smaller motions, thrusting his crotch in rapid movements. Dan could tell he was close, as was Mike.

Rico tightened his grip on Mike’s throat and shortly afterwards let out a deep, magnificent groan. Mike took his cue and shot his load. It splattered down the front of the bar and onto the floor. Dan was intensely frustrated that he was unable to relieve himself, never mind be part of this. Rico stayed inside Mike for a while longer then slipped out. Mike slowly rose and turned to face Rico, tugging the man’s beautiful wet dick and balls. Sweat and cum continued to drip from both of them as Dan watched them embrace again and kiss deeply for the next two or three minutes; it seemed like much longer.

After they parted, they laid their heads on each other’s shoulders. Dan was in Rico’s view once more.

“So, what’s your new pet called?”

“Oh, he doesn’t have a name yet. I don’t know if he’s even staying yet.”

Dan was midly displeased that he didn’t get a proper introduction, but he understood Mike’s meaning. Mike had said this could be his life. The decision was even more tough after being chained and unable to get involved in the sweaty passion that he’d just seen.

“Well, he’s a nice looking pup. Let him off the chain, eh.”

Mike let go of Rico and walked over to unchain Dan.

“Don’t worry, boy. I know you’re frustrated. We’ll have that roast in a bit though, then you can have some fun.”

As the chain slipped loose, the pressure around Dan’s neck subsided a little. The collar was still tight. He slowly walked over to Rico’s feet, sniffed his balls, then licked them. This tickled Rico, who jumped a little then patted Dan on the head.
“Good boy. You like that, eh?”

Rico and Mike pulled their clothes back on and sat back on the barstools. They resumed their drinks, and Dan sat between the two of them. Rico downed his drink with one hand, and rubbed Dan’s head with the other.