A full moon turns the tables

This is my first ever try at anything like this. Feedback is welcome. Positive or a negative. I'll take all criticism as constructive.

I drew a deep breath and pulled my shoulders back I took my most commanding stance and barked my first order. "SIT". All three dogs obeyed. I wasn't surprised. Every animal that I trained learned that it's best to obey. They all knew verbal commands and hand signals.

These aren't dogs to me, they're machines. Finelt tuned precision instruments made to do exactly as they're told. They're taught from a young age that obedience isn't just a privilege, it's survival. There's a lot of criticism regarding my technique. No one, not one person can question my results or effectiveness. If you want the most performance from a canine you bring them here to me.

While I rarely take pups over 1 year old, these three were beautiful specimens and sometimes the challenge of a tough lot of students allows me to release some pent up aggression and frustration. I will tear these dogs down and build them back up into the finest security system that money can buy. In two to three months these three might be my website models. Damn! They'll make nice looking videos. Honestly I would love to keep these for myself but I'll kennel them tonight, take a short run and tomorrow they'll learn that the dominant male is the one with a metre long piece of chain and obedience is not an option.

I checked the pens and changed my clothes. There's a full bath and dog wash in the barn. It helps keep the house clean. I'll run the trails tonight since there's a full moon. Running in the dark is a rush of senses. Cool night air is different. It feels good on my chest and even the scratches on my arms and legs from unseen branches are thorns is painfully invigorating, gratifying and primal. I embrace the pain. In fact, my body is covered with tiny scars in every place that my beard or body hair doesn't protect. There's risk and reward with everything and a little pain isn't going to kill me. It's time to run.

The chilly night air has made my legs a bit stiff but I can feel him starting to loosen up as I gain speed. There's wind coming from the east. That's usually a bad sign, sign of a storm. I'll run in a storm though, I don't mind. I have a good rhythm now, a good pace This is going to be good tonight. F***! What the hell? I hit my head and I fell. I'm face down on the ground. These damn nightshade vines, they're wrapped all around my feet. I can't even get free. I untied the laces of my shoes and I pulled my feet out to free them. My head is pounding and my right arm is cut. I feel blood running down to my elbow. I must have hit hard.

S***! I hear a bay ahead The dogs are out. What else could go wrong? Whatever happens, I can't lose someone else's dogs. I'll have to fetch them, but my feet are still tangled. What the hell? These vines they're wrapped all over me now, even up to my knees.

If I had a pocket knife with me I'd cut them out. I'm straining, I'm pulling, I'm clawing. Fuuuuuuk.

At least I can still hear the dogs. They're coming closer. I'm glad they haven't run off. At least one thing is going right. The female got to me first she's walking around she sniffed my ass I swatted at her and she nipped it my hand. That b****! I yelled the command SIT, and instead of sitting she reared up on her back legs. SIT What the hell? Is she growing taller? She's taller than I am now. She's got to be what two maybe two and a half metres?

I stood up as tall as I could and ordered her to go back to the kennel. Her right paw struck me across the face so hard I fell like a sack of kibble. I could taste the blood in my mouth, and my teeth felt tender. My head started to swim. I'm a bit dazed. I try to stand up, but the vines. Those vines. They've wrapped around my arms, my wrists and up to my elbows. I struggle to get up, but the vines the tendrils they're digging into my skin I'm stuck on all fours.

One of the males, Dekl, is licking the blood from the cut on my arm. The other male Mac, is sniffing around behind me. I felt Mac's teeth bite at my side and with one swift twist of his jaw I'm exposed. 100% exposed to the elements of the night, and to these dogs. I'm naked, powerless, and bound.

I'm looking at Karra, the female. It's almost as if the vines are obeying her hand signals. She's directing the males and the forest to work against me. When she lifted her paw up and down, I could feel Mac's claws on my shoulder blades and his fur on my back. What the fuuuk? I can feel his canine erection jabbing at my hole. I'm clenching as tight as I can but he's relentless and he's strong. I'm straining against the vines but that's a pointless effort.
He's jackhammering my ass.

With my loudest voice, and my last deep breath I yell DOWN BOY. Before I could finish the words, Karra's paw struck my face and ripped chunks of my beard out. Her claws tore into my cheek. With the distraction of the pain I loosened my grip and felt Mac's knot slam inside of me and hot juice running down my leg.

That's when I noticed that the female was not the only one standing on two legs. Dekl was also standing up. Mac had dismounted and was tied to me. I tried to pull away from him, but Karra was there to stop me. And that's when Dekl threw a leg over me and I felt his red rocket jabbing at my back and at that moment that I realized that I was hard as iron.

My head was swimming and I could not figure out what was going on. And then it hit me. Deco was going to double penetrate me. No! No! No! My brain was racing trying to figure out how to stop this, but there was nothing to be done. As Dekl jabbed at my ass, I kept telling myself, " I'm not going to cum. I'm not going to cum. I'm not going to cum." But as my scrotum tightened, and my testicles sucked up inside of me I could feel the rush of relief that was inevitable.

My ass is burning. I'm positive I'm bleeding. My face is swollen, my arm is throbbing, and although I'm sure there's some damage done to my body, the sweet release and relief I feel is unlike anything I've ever imagined or experienced.

And just like that, both males pulled out, and all three canines were on four legs.

The vines had released their grip on me. Slowly, very slowly I crawled back towards the kennels on all fours.

The sight of the barn was beautiful. I was home. I crawled to an open kennel and jumped in. I twisted my muzzle back to lick my wounds and to lick the crust off of my sheath, it's salty sticky taste was it's own reward.

Thanks. Let me know how I did.