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Thirty-Four Westward Bound

Please be of legal age in your locale to read this story. There will be sex. Sex between two men. Sex between three men and water sports. Please this is set in the future once HIV has been eliminated as a threat, for now please remember that you need to be careful; U=U is useful but being undetectable is often quoted by men that really have no idea if they are, if they missed too many doses or another issue caused their virus to spike. Prep is helpful and may be a major help to all gay men if used properly and monitored as required. Enough of the lecture, be careful and have fun.

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"What do you think? We could stay here for a few weeks. The house has everything we need to keep us comfortable." Joey was laying back with his head on the edge of the hot tub. We had spent hours in the tub the day we discovered the hot tub was working and then again that evening after dinner. Jude and Arthur were neither as excited by the tub as we were so we had it to ourselves most of the time.

"You are just saying that because you enjoy having me walking around naked." I had been teasing him about that since the night he had pissed in my ass.

I wanted to let him know that I had enjoyed the night serving him and the other two but I hadn't found a way to tell him that I would be willing to do it again if he would guarantee that our son didn't get involved. Jude had been behaving and not grabbing or hitting my cock since Joey had told him not to do it. He had taken after me, though, and wouldn't put on any clothes until it got cold in the evenings. Ace and Arthur were walking around in just tight underwear they claimed help keep their balls warm leaving Joey the only only that was fully clothed most of the day.

"I do like watching you walk around naked. You know that if it was warmer I would be happy to join you. But, that's not the reason I'd like to stick around. The bed is better than any we have ever had. The kitchen is the best I have ever used. This hot tub is ideal. Living in this house feels like we actually have a home."

"Are you thinking about accepting Ace and Arthur as sons?"

"Not really, the house just feels nice and right. Better than the house where we were in the village, I guess because I'm not following any of the other men as your partner running the house."

"Have you been thinking about what I asked you last night?" I thought it was time we start training Arthur to be Joey's slave, if we let him go free for much longer training him was going to be harder. Not impossible, since he was definitely willing to bend to another's will but more difficult since he would be that much further from listening to his brother or the rules he had to learn in the village.

"You know I would like having a personal urinal like Ace, but I'm not sure I will ever be able to fully trust Arthur."

"You have had your cock down his throat and up his butt, why can't you let his past go? He hasn't expressed any need or desire to go back to eating human flesh." The boy came out of the house right about then.

"Arthur, get undressed." He didn't make us wait to see him naked, he followed my order as quickly as Ace.

"Get over here on your knees." I had pointed to a spot less than a foot from the outside of the tub. He was following orders as if he had been doing that all his life, for all we had learned of his home life he may have been.

"Head back and mouth open." I didn't think he was ready for me to call him slave but I could tell he was not only obeying my orders but shifting into a very submissive posture as he did what he was told. I wondered if he had learned it from Ace or his brothers after his parents died.

I pulled Joey to his feet alongside me. He probably expected what I whispered into his ear. Since I had known him there had been at least fifty times when I had him hold my cock and aim the piss, generally we had done it that way with Tiffan or Ace being the recipient of the stream. Holding two cocks his aim wasn't very good but after a few moments two streams of piss were filling Arthur's mouth. I hate seeing piss flowing out of a mouth, being wasted when it should be swallowed: it is difficult to swallow two streams at once.

"Arthur, swallow that piss." It was the second day in a row that we had both used his mouth as a urinal. The first time we had pissed one after the other and he had managed to swallow every drop. He was struggling to capture all the piss he could but there was some running down his chin and splashing onto his chest before running down to his cock. He was beating his cock with the piss as lube, something I hadn't told him he could do. He would have to learn that there were things a slave was not allowed to do as well as things that their master would expect of them.

"Arthur, you will be punished for spilling my piss." He hadn't heard anything about punishment since the day we took him from his home. I didn't know whether he would be so shocked that he would start spilling all the piss but instead he put his hands under his chin and tried catching the overflow.

"You are going to have a compliant slave as long as you aren't too easy with him while training, Joey. You may need a hard hand while you're training him but I don't think you will have to beat him for long, he seems fairly smart and willing to serve." Joey was getting hard just from talking about training Arthur, I think the idea of being able to punish him was a major part of that.

"Are you really going to beat him for spilling piss?" He knew I had never punished him for spilling piss down his chest.

"We both will. I would prefer to use the paddle that's packed in the back of the truck but rather than waste time finding it we'll use the belt you were wearing. A slave should be punished as soon after the misdeed as possible." Joey looked at me like he didn't believe I was going to punish Arthur, but when I stepped out of the hot tub he followed me to his pants. It wasn't that great of a belt for a whipping but it was about an inch and a half wide and soft enough to bend in two without a problem. There wasn't a good place to bend him over or lay him in the back yard.

"Arthur, get up and come over here." Joey and I were on the opposite side of the hot tub from him standing side by side.

"Bend over and stick your head between Joey's legs." I had decided that would get both of us involved in the punishment.

"Hold his head tight." Arthur had willingly stuck his head between Joey's legs but Joey hadn't taken hold, yet.

"Arthur, do you know why you're getting a beating?" When I was taught about slaves and masters one of the rules had been that the slave always is to know why a master is punishing him.

"For wasting your piss?"

"That is correct. A good slave never wastes piss that either his master or his master's friends give him. Plus a slave never is allowed to stroke his own dick unless his master has given him permission.

"Do you understand?"

"But, I'm not a slave." He had started squirming and trying to get his head out of the hold Joey had on him.

"But, nothing. You are going to be Joey's slave. Do you have any idea what that means, Arthur?"

"No, sir." He had at the very least learned the proper address from Ace.

"It means you will do any and everything he tells you. Whether it is cleaning the floor after he cooks or his ass after he shits, you will do what he says.

"You will be waking up with Ace every morning and coming to our bed and drinking your master's morning piss." As he had just proven to himself and us he did not object to drinking piss. With that I let him have two quick slaps with the belt.

"Yes, sir." Joey's cock was already seeping pre-cum from what was happening. He might not have been willing to admit his desire for a slave but his cock did.

"You will suck his cock any time he tells you to, if he wants anything from you your mouth, your ass and any other part of your body is his to order as he see fit. Do you understand what I'm telling you?" I gave him two harder slaps with the belt.

"Yes, sir." He yelped out the response. Those slaps might have hurt but I think they were more surprising to Arthur.

"When you get a beating you are to count the times you are hit." I didn't think that was something I would need to teach him but I didn't even know if Joey would know to have his slave do that.

"Yes, sir." I gave him two more smacks, much harder than the first four. Training a slave is never a nice process and when the slave has no idea of how he is supposed to act for his master it can be rough.

"Sir, please."

"That is not what you are supposed to be saying, slave." I hit him twice more.

"Sir, that's two."

"Slave, you are supposed to count each time the belt hits you." I didn't hold back and let him have two more smacks with the belt almost as hard as I would have been able.

"Please, sir. One, two." I could hear the begin of tears as he answered the way he thought he was supposed to be doing. His butt was turning into a crossing of red welts, only four of which I thought might last more than a few hours. I handed the belt to Joey, his cock jumped at the feel of the leather in his hands. We quickly switched Arthur's head from between Joey's legs to between mine.

"Now it's going to be your master teachng you. You better learn to count right or he will keep hitting you until you do." Joey was smoothing out the belt into a nice loop as I spoke to his slave. I could feel Arthur's tears and saliva running down my legs but I wasn't willing to tell Joey that he had enough.

"What are you going to call Joey, slave?"

"Sir, sir."

"Good boy." I nodded at Joey, hoping he understood that it was time for him to take possession of the slave.

The first time he brought the leather down on the boy's butt it was much too weak to let the slave know who was in charge. Arthur barely squeaked out the one. He didn't say sir, I told Joey that he would have to do that one over.

That second slap raised a red welt on the boy's near leg. "Two, sir."

"You said that right slave but it was only number one. Get the count right, start with one." I flashed Joey both hands open, he silently questioned me, 'ten'? I nodded my acknowledgment that I expected him to hit the boy ten times if he counted correctly. I didn't have a number in mind if he counted wrong.

Arthur started to scream out the required count, One, sir, two,sir, right up to ten, sir.

"What did you learn, slave?" I had turned him around and pushed him to his knees so his face was facing Joey's dick.

"How to talk to my master? Not to spill piss? That a belt hurts?" He was talking and acting more timid than he had since we met.

"You and your master can talk about what you should have learned. That belt does not hurt nearly as much as the paddle I have in the truck, if your master says you are not doing exactly as told we will pull it out so he can use it on your butt." Arthur couldn't sit when he came in for dinner and tried to stay off the cushioned chair until he was ordered to get his butt down or get another beating. Who wants to be seeing a slave's dick while eating their dinner?

For the next few days Arthur followed Ace, doing everything my slave did. Joey and I had tried to find a battery that we could use on one of the cars stranded on the street but until we found a charger that worked off the truck battery had no luck in getting one charged. I had never had to beat Ace with a belt, the first time after we had beat Arthur that he was alone with me Ace asked if that was going to happen to him. I reminded him of the one time I had to paddle him. Without me saying another word he had my balls in his mouth, he had managed to go from one ball to both since Junior died.

"Joey, did you see a toy store while we were walking around?"

"A toy store?"

"Yes, a place where we can buy a chastity cage and butt plug for your slave."

"I didn't see it, but there was an ad in that magazine our son was reading." What was he reading? Turns out it was just a visitors guide, he and Arthur had brought a stack of magazines from the oil change store. We found the ad Joey had seen and soon had the directions on how to get there.

Joey had seen Ace wearing a chastity cage so often that he knew what that was and had seen my stash of dildos and butt plugs when we were back in the village. He had been curious enough that we had played with them all except for a butt plug that scared me just looking at it. Joey had been getting into owning a slave and Arthur was responding well although he still had trouble not spilling Joey's morning piss so he was starting everyday with a newly sore butt.

"We might find a better whip or paddle." Joey had asked more about what that type of store might have that I'd want.

"I was thinking about rearranging the truck tomorrow but taking the time to get our own toys might be a good idea." He bounced the slave's balls on his toes and asked if there might be something that could be used to cage them, too. I don't know why he was wanting to cage more than Deuce's cock but I wasn't going to question him.

"I don't know, but if it had a gay clientele there might be the type of chastity cage that will hold both his dick and balls. I've seen them, but I really don't know how common it is for stores to carry them. The only time I spoke to anyone about his he said that he had to order it on line. It was quite a deal, it locked to a belt around his waist and had a seating for a butt plus as well as his cock and both balls.

"Cages need to fit the dick especially well, I was told that was why you generally have to measure the boy's dick twice. You don't want the cage rubbing back and forth or his dick is going to rub raw. I imagine the same is true for the ball cage."

"So what fun did you have with the guy caged up like that?"

"A quick blow job. I remembered not to hooked up with anyone wearing one after that." I laughed remembering the boy and what he had told me about his master. Ace came back into the house about that time.

"Sir, I brought back a cart full of coffee." When we looked out the door there had to be sixty or more five pound cans of coffee. I hoped we could find a way to stash them in the truck. I wanted to praise him but Arthur was at his side and I didn't want the boy to think taking the initiative was what Joey would like.

We followed the directions to the store we wanted and with Arthur wearing a back pack took off on the street we thought was going to take us to it. Ace and Arthur had been out on the streets more than either Joey or I but following the slave's directions was not an easy thing for either of us. We finally saw the store after an hour of wandering. Both Joey and Arthur's mouths dropped open as they walked in and saw the assortment of adult toys lining the walls. I had never been much of one to watch videos of other people having sex but I thought it would have been nice to have a player as we walked down the aisle with just the four of us monotony could settle in..

Arthur would pick things off the wall and ask Joey what they were only to have his master tell him to ask me. I knew most of the things he was looking at, but there were some that I had never seen or heard about. We were there about fifteen minutes when he brought a handful of different sized butt plus asking to take them. I had him put down the largest and two of the smallest, the three he still had in his hands looked about right. When I explained how Joey might want to use them he dropped them to the floor only to be told by Joey to pick them up and put them in his back pack.

It took us some wandering around to find what Joey wanted for his slave. We ended up tearing open a half dozen packages until we found one that was the right fit. I took a second one, the one on Ace only covered his dick getting one that caged his balls too sounded like something he would want and I might enjoy seeing on him. We were ready to walk out the door when I saw four different fraternity paddles hanging in what had been the store's office. I walked out of the office carrying one of them and asked Joey if he minded, he instantly understood what I meant.

"Arthur, bend over and grab your ankles." Joey wasn't willing to hold him any longer. When he saw what I had in my hands he went totally white. I didn't know who had used a paddle on him but there was no doubt he had felt one before.

"Please, sir. Don't let him hit me, I didn't do anything bad. Please." He had obeyed Joey and bent over but had his face looking up as he begged his master not to allow me to use the paddle on his butt.

"Slave, you dropped your toys on the floor. One smack for each butt plug." He had only actually dropped two of them so he was going to get off easy, I just wanted to see how the paddle swung. Joey had been staring at the paddle with a combination of lust and fear; I thought he might actually want me to use it on his butt.

"That's two from both of us." I didn't really think he had it in him to hit the boy very hard, he hadn't been hitting him that hard with his belt.

After the first hit I asked Joey to see if he might like any of the other paddles any better since the one I had used seemed to have a crack. We looked the other three paddles over only to find they all were cracked in about the same place. So Arthur didn't think he was getting away with anything Joey took his belt and gave the boy two strong smacks. After the toys were in the back pack we filled it with jock straps that we thought would fit any of us, we might use them if we needed to leave the truck behind.

"Are you going to put his cage on him?" I couldn't see any reason to make the boy carry the cage to the house only for us to tear off the plastic and cage him there. His cock shrank at hearing that he was actually going to have to wear the matte metal cage. The one Joey had selected was a bit too bulky, so it was good that we choose to fit him with his cage in the store. Joey found another that he liked even better, it was bright yellow plastic with a small reservoir that rested against the body. Arthur was fitted before he asked about the reservoir. Joey splattered his stomach with piss as he tried filling the small reservoir. It was going to drip piss on Arthur's balls until empty.

"Joey, Arthur is not a very apt name for a slave. Have you been thinking of anything else to call him?" I was having the boy turn so I could admire the way he looked in his new cage.

"I call him a lot of other names." One of his favorites had been tits, Joey pinched one instead of saying it.

"Sure, but ass eater and toe sucker are not what I mean." We had learned in the last couple days that Arthur liked sucking toes and would go for them anytime he was freed to do as he pleased. "You should find a one syllable name that you can bark when you need him. Arthur is just too proper and takes too long to say." It had taken me two slaves before I understood haw that worked.

"Slave, did you have a nickname? Anything you brothers and sister called you?"

"Ball boy." I could tell by the way he was blushing that he didn't mean that he chased balls at the tennis court or baseball field.

"Did they feed them to you or did you go after them?" We had never really talked about his life as a cannibal and I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer to Joey's question. How could I let him lick my balls after knowing.

"What do Ace and Jude call you?"

"Cannibal." He still had his head bowed, not wanting to admit that his past was known by everyone.

"Well I don't think either of those names will work. Joey, you need to think about it. And not Art." I had a guy that that had called me Rog for three months, I had hated it. I was glad the boys had come up with Ace, AC/DC had never been a name that would work for his position in my life.

"I really thought those paddles would have been a treat to use on my slave." I found it funny that he was swinging his arm while saying it.

"Joey, they might have but remember paddling your slave is because he needs it not that you might enjoy it." We had talked about it when neither of the boys was around, sure I might do it because I wanted but I needed to be able to tell the boy the reason he was getting beat or I was just an ass.

"Do you ever wonder how long it might be since the last person walked through this area without clothes?" Joey had reached over and was playing with my balls.

"Not really. I have seen pictures of the Natives that were in this area a thousand or so years ago and they were fully dressed. Not just loincloths, pants and skirts. Every once in a while one of the archaeological sites around here would find a body that was still partially dressed, we could go to the museums if you want." I didn't know if he was as museum person or not.

"I'll believe you. Do you think there is a museum they boys would enjoy while I repack the truck?"

"You're ready to leave aren't you?"

"Soon." I could tell that Joey was getting impatient, I wasn't sure why since neither of us had ever been to our destination.

The next day I took Jude and Ace back downtown and we went through the Native American Museum and a couple of others. I had left Arthur so that Joey could get used to ordering him to do more than just sex things. The boy had done whatever I told Ace around the house but this would be his first time to be the only slave. We really didn't have any extra space in the truck unless Joey was able to find a better way to pack it, but I allowed the boys to take one item from the museum they thought they would like to have. I picked up a half dozen earrings in the gift shop that Joey and I could share.

Two days later we started down Highway 25 towards Albuquerque. We were going to get on highway 10 and head west if we could. Most of the Highway was free of vehicles, once about an hour from the house we had to get off the road and go around three vehicles that had wrecked but other than that the only problem was a rock slide in one of the passes that had been cut for the highway.

"Dad, can we go to that museum we saw the flier for?" In the Art museum there had been a flier for a Native American Museum in Albuquerque that had looked interesting. Joey had insisted on driving that morning so I wasn't sure if he would accede to Jude's request. We had decided to take our time now that we were in New Mexico but I didn't know whether he would think this museum would be a good use of our time. He had kidded Jude and I the previous night about how we spent the day.

"Okay, you have one hour." At least he was attempting to cooperate with my desire to see the country as we headed west.

I would have thought he expected me to go with Jude but the squeeze he gave my hand meant he was thinking something else. The area in front of the museum was clear of any obstacles that could have given us a place secluded from the boys. Joey had his hand slipping in the back of my shorts, working his fingers closer to my asshole by the time the boys had the front door open. "You better find a place where I can fuck you or our slaves and son are going to be watching us out here on the plaza."

For Joey to be that needy was strange but we hadn't fucked for two night. We had both fucked our slave but had been too tired to fuck each other. The way Joey was acting I wasn't going to get to fuck him but I was definitely going to have his cock stirring my insides as soon as the boys were around the corner. That idea sounded good if not perfect to me, I had been in one of those periods when I enjoyed having Joey fuck me as often as I fucked him not any less.

"I hope you brought some lube." His fingers were dry and if he hadn't we weren't going to get his cock in me. We went through an open doorway off to our right and were met by darkness. A few seconds later our eyes adjusted to the only light, an exit sign. Joey hadn't waited for me, my shorts and his were around our ankles. I could feel a greasy tube touching my butt.

It was like a semi-circular theater with benches not seats. With the first step I took I tumbled over and landed on my knees, ass exposed to the fingers that hadn't lost their way. With his other hand Joey pushed me over a carpeted bench A few more seconds passed and I felt Joey's tongue working its way into my asshole. God, it felt wonderful as he prodded my hole with his tongue, I enjoy having Ace lick my asshole but I love the eagerness with which Joey licks me out. I wanted to buck back and push more of him into me. The long tongue jobs he regularly gave me were skipped. I felt his fingers back at the entrance to my asshole and the grease sliding in.

"This asshole is much better than the one I've been fucking." With that said Joey pushed at least half of his wonderfully thick and long cock into me. I was happy to hear that he believed my ass was better than his slave's.

"Fuck me, Joey. Fuck me!" I couldn't believe how much I had missed him fucking me although it had only been two night. As he pushed the rest of his cock in I screamed out how much I loved his cock in me and begged for him to fuck me harder and deeper. I wouldn't have been surprised if the boys had heard me at the other end of the museum.

We didn't take any time to find the perfect rhythm. It had been three years since Joey had found the slit leading to the ovaries that he had used twice to make me pregnant and with him pressing down on me hard I felt the head of his dick entering the slit and heard him gasp as I was able to grasp the head and pull him deeper. It was the best fuck we had in years, I felt myself going dizzy then all of the organs in my body tensed up as I passed out and pushed back. I don't think he stopped fucking as I started losing consciousness, I knew that he was in me and that I was fading.

I woke, leaned up against a bark canoe. For a few minutes I didn't remember what had happened but when I saw Jude bothering his father asking 'if I would be alright?' I knew that Joey had taken me to an orgasm that Karen had thought might be a uterine orgasm. I had explained to her the complete involvement of my interior when I had one of those orgasms. Why I hadn't had one in years, I couldn't tell but I was happy that once I did it was with Joey, again. I waved my son over.

"I'll be good. I just need a few minutes to gather my breath. Have you enjoyed the museum?"

"No. Ace and Arthur wouldn't stop bugging me. They want to get on the road and see, the painted desert?"

"Okay. We'll get on the road in a little bit." I had to think about the last few times I had one of those orgasms, each one had lead to me having a child. I hoped that wasn't going to be the case this time. Rhoda had spent time explaining the operation necessary to the med bot but I would have rather had a human doctor if I was going to have to go through that again.

"Do you want to help me out to the truck?" I hoped that Joey had the energy, I knew after one of his fucks that there had been times he couldn't do much other than roll over.

"Our slaves are going to carry you out. Jude pick up his shorts, please." I had an arm over both of their shoulders and they were able to easily maneuver me into the seat and then help me get in the back. After holding them to his face for a minute Jude dropped my shorts on my lap as he crawled into the back with Ace and I. I hadn't lost my erection from the time Joey had first had his fingers in me, Ace took the center seat and trying not to be too obvious took the head of my cock in his mouth covering the two of us with his back. I thought for a moment that we were too close to my sob but gave in and let Ace swallow my entire cock and start bobbing up and down.

"Ace, I know what you're doing." I wasn't surprised that my son could tell what Ace was doing but for once I really didn't care that he was that close while Ace was sucking my cock. He had seen me with my cock in so many different people I thought it couldn't matter much, any longer. Part of me knew that what was occurring around him daily was not giving him a well rounded outlook on sex. Sop far he hadn't expressed any disgust at what any of us did so I was less bothered than I might have been.

"Dad, what was wrong with you?"

"Jude there wasn't anything wrong. I passed out from pleasure." There wasn't any way to explain the overwhelming pleasure to him so I hoped that would be enough. I really didn't want him thinking there was anything wrong with me.

"That can happen? Will I ever have that happen to me?" The look on his face was of wonder.

"Jude, I don't know. Like I told you, you are built like me: that doesn't mean that you will ever have that happen. There aren't many people that have it happen, so I can't tell you if it will happen." I wished I could give him a better answer but when a boy is that age what is there to tell him, until he starts discovering his own body and sexuality there is nothing you can say that will really make any difference to the way he responds to what may happen. Was I supposed to tell a seven year old that some day he might enjoy having another man stick his cock in him and be fucked?

I thought about having Ace stop what he was doing but his mouth and throat were feeling too good for me to say that. Jude finally sat back in his seat and faced the side of the truck, I wished he could see out although there isn't much to see in the desert. Joey and I had talked about stopping to look at the petroglyphs just outside of Albuquerque but had decided against it. The road must have been fairly clear, Joey had picked up speed and the truck was not swerving too much only hitting an occasional bump that would have my cock slide deeper into Ace's throat.

"Joey, thank you for stopping in the museum." He knew what I was saying even if the idea was not apparent to the boys. I didn't often thank him for a sex session but when they ended like that I thought it was a good idea.

"My pleasure. I think everyone enjoyed it although maybe not as much as you."

"It's been a long time since I have enjoyed anything that much." I snickered at what I had just said.

"Me, too. Why can't it be that way all the time?"

"Honestly, I think that would be up to you."

"I think it's up to you." That was the first time Joey and I had discussed this in years, I had never asked him to find that spot.

"I didn't do anything different." At least I couldn't think of anything I did differently, as far as I knew it was the cock finding the way.

"Joey, you weren't seeking a special place?" I hoped the boys thought we were saying a special place as in the museum.

"I have tried to find that for the last year, I just haven't been able to. I think it has to do with how you are feeling or the time." Could that be?

"You remember what happened the last two times that happened? I'm not going through that again." I had told Joey numerous times that I did not want to be pregnant again, he had always followed that up fucking me harder.

"Are you sure? I don't think the bot is programmed to stop it.

"It would be great." How would traveling in a snow plow across the western United States be great? It would be miserable.

"How would we fit in here?"

"We should be somewhere we would like to stay by then."

"I should never have let you have my ass." I wasn't serious, but if I was to get pregnant again I was going to find a way to abort the child.

"Come on, you know you like it as much as me." It was months before I knew that I wasn't carrying another child. We were looking through one of the arches in Arches natural park when Joey brought the subject up again.

"No. I guess Rhoda did her job right the last time."

"I wish she hadn't."

"Too bad. I refuse to be a baby factory for anyone. Walking around pregnant makes people think I'm female and I hate that. If you don't stop this conversation I'm going to bend you over that rock and show the world how male I am."

We had been spending time looking at the natural wonders of the west. I wasn't impressed with the Painted Desert or the Grand Canyon. When we started walking through Arches Natural Park I saw the wonder of our country in a new way. It was unfortunate that we were planning on heading into San Diego from there. I wished we were heading off to see Yellowstone or Yosemite, nature had grabbed my imagination. We knew we could stop at some of the lesser knows parks as we made our way back down through Utah into Nevada and on into California but we would miss the two big ones.

Arches felt like we were on the surface of Mars. The five of us had been getting even closer emotionally as we moved from one place to another seeing the sights. The lack of people was not anything that was bothering any of us other than Arthur. The lack had forced Joey and I to become closer if that was possible, mostly I noticed that he would use words that were meant to express feelings when we held each other rather than those of physicality that we had used for so much of our time together. As close as we became I admitted to myself that he and I would never be the lovers that he wish us to be. Even if Joey was the last man I found I didn't think we would become lovers.

To remind him of the status between us I would claim more of those nights when one of us took possession of the other and treated him as a slave. Joey hated when I would have our slaves paddle him and was completely humiliated if I asked the slaves and my son to piss on him while giving my piss to either Ace or Deuce; he would call what he was wearing recycled piss, I suppose that was true since it would have gone through one or both of the slaves before he was given it. That had become the one part of our sexuality that we allowed our son to become involved with, he loved when he heard either of us say that it was one of the role playing nights.

Anytime the weather allowed we would leave our clothing in the truck. Once we had passed the Four Corners our Geiger Counters told us we were safe to be without the radiation suits. It had been since we Left Texas that we had seen any wolves. I doubted that we wouldn't see any more since they had been spread over most of the country from the views we had seen from space. Twice I had seen a lone moose where he had no reason to be. That my spirit was along with us on the trip made me feel more comfortable riding into those parts of the country that were even more likely to be without inhabitants.

"Where is Jude?"

"I saw him leading the slave boys down that gully fifteen minutes ago. I told them to be back in an hour. Ace is good on the time, you'd think he has a clock implanted in his head, so we should have forty or forty-five minutes."

While I had been kidding about bending him over a nearby rock to prove to him that I was a man not a female he must have been thinking along the same lines. He grabbed me by the cock and lead me to the rock I'd mentioned and quickly had me bent in two. I was fine with having him fuck me, it didn't matter any longer if the slaves or our son saw it. I was glad to feel the warmth the rock had absorbed through the low light from where the sun peeked through for a few minutes every day. I was not expecting it when Joey spread my cheeks and dove into my asshole, tongue first. He had enjoyed eating my ass for so long that you would have thought he would be bored with it, but he never seemed to get bored as long as he could get his tongue in me.

I have no idea how long I was laying there with my arms wrapped around the rock enjoying the energetic tonguing. Joey had been licking out the inside of my asshole and slowly stroking my cock as it stretched down the side of the rock. I was thinking how great he treated me when I felt a tongue sliding up my cock. How a head could fit between us I wasn't sure so I tried turning to look only to have my head grasped between a heavy set of thighs. I reached up to see if I could push them away only to get my fingers tangled in a thick matting of hair.

I had no idea what was happening as Joey pulled away and screamed. I was being held immobile with my eyes focused on the ground unable to see anything that was happening around me. There was still a long, soft tongue licking the shaft of my cock and the balls. I didn't understand why Joey had screamed, whatever was holding me was treating me right. As the tongue moved up further towards my asshole I realized that it wasn't human. I had never had sex with an animal and other than for a few hours after Ace had told me about being raped on the battle field had never even thought about it. But, there I was with an animal; it had to be didn't it? What was licking at me and what kind of creature was holding my head?

Was I about to be raped?

I had been prepared for Joey to fuck me. Would I be able to take a strange creature mounting me? Could I handle it as well as Ace had? I was trying to fight my way out from between the thighs holding me, but I couldn't move my body too much since that made my cock scrape on the rock. Weird mind that I have, I thought 'caught between a rock and a hard place'. My hands had been moving up the thighs, batting at them to no response, I had grabbed hold again only to know that I had the creature's ball sac in my hand.

As I pulled down as hard as possible the creature roared and spread it's legs leaving my head free. I tried getting up only to have a cock in my face. It was longer and thicker than any cock I had ever seen. Before I had the chance to move away it hit me in the eye and as I pulled away hit me again on the cheek. I tried turning away only to have my lips rub across the end of the massive cock. I expected it to taste like something from nature only to have the resemblance to Jesus's pre-cum register when I licked my lips dry. If that was the taste of what was to come I was going to be a willing victim.

I think that was the first time I looked up to see what I was against. While I had thought the thighs too thick for a man it was definitely a human standing in front of me. At first glance I thought he must be a Neanderthal then I recognized the shirt hanging from his shoulders as one from a long extinct football team. It would take some grooming but he was not a creature and we should be able to talk unless over the years he had forgotten how to communicate. I took my time trying to get a full look at the man. He was probably close to three hundred pounds, six feet seven inches with grayish brown hair covering most of his body.

In my upright position the cock that I had thought was so massive was not much longer or thicker than Joey's. I could see instantly why Joey had screamed, the man had filed his teeth to points. Through one ear lobe he had a knife dangling. I refused to back up any further although I had yet to look back to see who or what was licking at my asshole. I had never backed away from a fight and this wasn't going to be the first time.

I hoped he hadn't lost all sense of civilization and pushed my hand forward to shake his. Even primitives understood that putting your hand forward that way meant that you did not have a weapon in your hand so I had to assume he would understand. I said hello, I'm Roger. He looked at me and my hand and instead of responding appropriately pushed me back down on the rock and said his dog needed a piece of ass.

I smacked at his balls again. The last thing I wanted was to be a piece of ass for some dog. Joey shouted, "watch out!"

I managed to force myself to one side even though the man had stuck my head between his legs and had grabbed my hand when I punched at his balls. I felt a huge paw land in the center of my back and something sharp and wet rub across my leg. There was no doubt I was in trouble, if this man and the huge animal behind me thought I was going to get fucked I was going to have a hard time avoiding it.

Up until I was trying to get out from under the huge paw the animal had been quiet, licking and slobbering on me but it started to growl behind my head. He was serious as was the man holding me. I hadn't seen the dog but I could feel how large he was, not as large as the man but easily as heavy as me and with his animal strength able to force his cock between my cheeks even though I had been trying to resist him He was poking me with the tip of his cock, hitting my balls and and the taint, coming closer to my asshole every time he backed off and tried again.

"Give up! He wants your ass and what he wants, he gets."

Why was he helping this animal rape me? I hadn't understood the wolf raping Ace, but at least he hadn't had a human helper. This was so much worse to me. The tip of the dog's cock was getting close to my asshole and I was really worrying that I was going to have a huge dog cock and knot stuck in my ass.

The dog was pressing the flat head of his cock against my asshole when I heard a rifle shot. The next thing I knew I had a spray of blood hitting my shoulders. My head was free and I tried to get up only to have that growl in my ear increase in volume. A few seconds went past before the man grabbed at my head, I heard a second shot and he fell away. Grappling with him to get my head free had made me stop thinking about the dog for a moment and he had forced himself into me.

"Keep your head down. I'm going to shoot him." Ace had only been carrying a rifle that he had become fairly good with. Seeing the dog on my back must have brought back the bad memories of the day he had been raped by a wolf. He was off to my side so I closed my eyes and put my hands over my ears. The dog's cock was in me five or six inches and I thought about telling him to forget it but he slammed his knot against my asshole and I knew that I would never be able to stand the dog putting it in me.

Before Ace was able to take the shot the dog tore his cock out of me and ran to his wounded master. Deuce and Joey ran to my aid carefully checking to see that my asshole wasn't damaged. I didn't know what to tell them so I stayed quiet while they felt around and let me know that there wasn't any blood so while I had been entered I hadn't been ripped. Ace was still standing in the same place with the rifle aimed at the man and the dog.

"What do we do about him?"

"I'm not sure we can do anything. He has been shot well enough that I think he is past help. Or were you asking about the dog?" Now that I had a chance at looking at the dog I could see that he was a beautiful animal. It was a shame that he had been with a ruthless human that allowed him to rape and who knew what else.

"Don't even think about it, Roger. He won't fit in the truck even with what we have eaten this last few weeks."

"But he is so beautiful." I couldn't tell what breed of dog he was, I honestly thought he might be a crossbreed but that didn't matter.

"That he is, but I would never walk around him without my clothing." Joey was making the most sense of anyone.

"Can you blame the dog? There probably aren't any females for him to fuck. Human ass must be the next best thing." I hated thinking my ass was second best but I had been second best for others in the past.

"Can't we take him, Dad?" The only dog Jude had ever known was the old dog that had belonged to Ace's grandfather.

"I knew after he had the chance to look at the dog for a few minutes Jude would be wanting to take him." He hadn't really hurt me and now that I knew what a dog cock felt like entering my asshole I wasn't that sure that I didn't what to give it another try. Still Joey was right. Besides, Jude was the easiest target and if the dog was used to fucking humans he might be after my son, next.

"No, there isn't room for him." I had picked up my son and was dusting him off.

"Dad,,,,,"

"No argument. We have both said no and that is the end of it." I hated being that way but I couldn't see the big animal riding in the truck with us. Let him stay with his master.

Right then the man died. The dog must have understood what had happened. He backed away from the man, looked at us again, especially me, turned away and ran off. I felt bad that the dog was going to be all on his own but I was thankful that Ace had protected me from the man and the dog. I hugged my slave tight when he came close enough.

"Sir, I'm sorry we weren't here before the dog started to fuck you."

"Don't worry about that. All he got in me was a few inches." I thought I had to minimize it for Ace, I didn't want him thinking about the time he had been raped.

"Not the knot?"

"No, knot. I'm fine."

"May I lick your ass for you, sir?" I didn't know what to think. I had always thought that having him lick my asshole was part of my domination but here he was asking to do it. I knew he liked licking my asshole and would do it for as long as I told him but asking to be allowed? I wondered if he even thought what the dog might have Left there.

"Hey, Roger."

"Yes." I was glad to be diverted from answering.

"When we get back to the cabin we are all going to be licking your asshole. Let's get moving." Well I was in for a good evening. The cabin we had taken for our use had two big beds that Joey and I had pushed together. For once we were all going to pile in the bed together and let Jude watch us all.

"Dad? Did that hurt?"

"It wasn't as big as your father so it didn't hurt like that, but his huge paw on my back did." I thought about telling him about the tip of the dog dick but decided that he didn't need to know that at his age.

"What's for dinner?" That was the way boys are, half the time paying attention to what is happening around them and the other half paying attention to their stomachs. Once they are teenagers there is a third half that is centered around their cocks, for gay boys there might even be another around their assholes.

Everyone started talking about the wonderful rock formations they had seen and the way the wind had carved arches and holes in the rocks. We weren't paying much attention to what was in our pathway until Deuce almost ran into the dog. He stood in the center of the path growling at us. All we could do was get off the path and go around him. He followed us back to our base.

"Guys you may all want to wear something to cover your butts. I don't know why this dog thinks he is following us but we don't need to be flashing assholes at him all evening." I poked my son in the chest and told him that I was particularly speaking to him, that I didn't want the animal raping him. He thought that was funny but as soon as we made it to the cabin threw on a pair of pants.

I had forgotten that no knew about Ace being raped by the wolf. There was some kidding around about who wanted to take the dog's dick. Even though Ace and Deuce were slaves we treated them as social equals around the dinner table. I had started it so that Ace did not begin to feel he was inferior to my children and even with just Jude we continued it. Joey started kidding Deuce while they were cleaning up dishes that he wouldn't mind watching the dog fuck him.

"Dad is he really going to let the dog fuck Deuce?"

"I don't know. I hope not, but Deuce is his slave and if he thinks the boy should do it for his pleasure I guess he will."

"Do I get to watch?" Jude sounded so excited I couldn't believe it.

"No. You and I are going to chase the dog away while they clean up." I hadn't been sure the dog had belonged to the big man earlier but as we ate he had stretched out by the fire with his eyes watching everything we did. I didn't want to chase him, it might be one of the last night he ever had a warm fire to sleep beside. But I didn't think it would be good to have him with us.