I start to squirm, there must be some sort of escape, some way to get loose.

Clearly, it’s been at it for a while, because the licking caused an almost unbearable throb in my already hard cock. My breathing picks up- each lick is growing maddening. I used to want one, always thought they were lovely- but suddenly that dream felt sickening. I recognize it immediately, a Tibetan Mastiff. Finally, I brace myself, looking back to meet whatever it was that had its face buried between my cheeks.Ī dog. I swallow, but my mouth and throat are bone dry all the while, the licking continues. There’s some sort of pole wedged between my ankles, keeping my legs spread no matter what I did. My mind immediately races, asking questions about where I was, where my clothes were, and what the hell was behind me? When I shift, I realize I’m bent over some sort of box, on my knees, with my hands tied to a post. My eyes open, that very thought made me want to vomit. Not that I’d done much imagining there, but it certainly didn’t feel much like a human tongue.

The feeling of a tongue on your ass is unmistakable- however, there was most certainly something off about this tongue. When I woke, it was with the feeling of something slimy lathering over my balls and ass.