## Actaeon and Victor

Posted May 17, 1996

DISCLAIMER: While the following story, "Actaeon and Victor," is written in the same style as my "true encounters" with the stallion and the German Shepherd, it is entirely a work of fiction. I write it not because I've done it, or because I expect to do it in the near future, but because I want to add some sorely-needed signal to ASB, and I also want to know if what I describe herein is technically feasible, scientifically accurate, and above all, safe. :) If you have any comments, especially detailed critiques, by all means let me know.

And now, the story....

### "Actaeon and Victor" -- Fiction

A couple years ago, I saw an ad in a local paper: "AKC Great Dane puppie, male, 3 mo., shots, $350 to good home." Yes, they spelled it "puppie." $350, and they can't even spell "puppy." Sheesh. Oh well. The fact that it was AKC-registered suggested he was still intact, so my interest was piqued: spelling be damned. Plus, I had a nice fat refund check from Uncle Sam burning a hole in my kennel.

Of course, knowing my luck, I'd get there and, despite the AKC registration, he would be neutered after all. But how to ask tastefully? Fortunately, I'm the sort of person who prepares for all possibilities. I called the seller, and inquired about his coat color. They said "brindle": one of my personal favorites. Even if it had been plaid, though, I would have used the same followup line: "Beautiful. Do you think the color will carry to his offspring from a fawn female?" Had he been neutered, they would (hopefully) have said so. :) Had they given a different answer, I would be writing a very large check.

To make a long story short, they gave a different answer, and two days later, my family was one pup larger.

To make an even longer story short, I will condense the raising of the "little" fellow (whom I named Victor, for the late pianist and comedian) into one paragraph stating that since in RL I've never actually had a dog, much less raised a pup, I don't know enough to write about it convincingly. :)

Naturally, as Vic grew up, we spent a lot of quality time together. When we were both in the mood (which was often), our gentle fondling grew quickly into deep kisses and usually culminated in my performing oral sex on him. Unlike most male dogs I'd been with, Vic could achieve erection and ejaculation while on his back: he didn't have to be on all fours. I attribute this to careful training. :)

One thing about male dogs is that, during each ejaculatory pulse, the scrotum retracts briefly, up into the body. At the same time, the anal sphincter contracts. While I'd known about those anatomical facts before I got Vic, I'd never seen it up close before: with other dogs, I had to be underneath, out of sight of the posterior action. It got me to thinking....

As a pup, Vic had been ill from time to time, and was used to having his temperature taken the "old-fashioned way." I was nice to him, though: I prepped the thermometer in a glass of warm water before I inserted it. As he grew, he got over his illnesses, and the need to take his temperature diminished. However, he had almost seemed to enjoy it, and starting when he was about a year old, I would occasionally slip on a fingercot and tease his anus while I brought him to climax, either orally or manually. I could feel his sphincter clamp down on my finger, but the cot was only about two inches long, and I didn't want to go in any deeper than that. (I had to leave enough room to pull the cot back off later without touching any feces.) A carnivore's digestive tract contains much more virulent bacteria than a herbivore's, so it isn't something to be trifled with. That was one of the main reasons I'd avoided having anal sex with him. That, and even a one-year-old Great Dane seemed to be too small: I didn't want to damage him. Of course, from the droppings he left in his customary spots at the edges of the brush piles, you'd think he could take a Clydesdale. :)

Be that as it may, I held off on anal sex until he was about a year and a half. By this time, his anus was large enough to take three cotted fingers without difficulty. So I hiked up my courage and bought some heavy-duty condoms. I didn't bother with the "ribbed for pleasure"; I just went for the ones with the lowest tear rate. (And no, I don't know which ones those are, sorry. Remember, this is fiction on uncharted territory. :)

Anyway, that evening after dinner (lasagna for me, and Alpo for Vic :), I turned off the lights and undressed in front of the fireplace. Victor was sitting in front of me as well, with his side to the fire; the flames danced in his huge brown eyes. I set the box of condoms and a tube of K-Y on the hearth. By the time I returned from setting my clothes in a pile on the couch, Vic was wagging his tail, grinning his sweet, silly grin, and showing pink. There are few sights in this world as exciting to a zoo as the tip of a big dog's penis, peeking out of its sheath. It seems to be telling you, "Hi there, I know you, and I know what's in store for me, and I'm really excited about it. Let's do it: I want it, and I know you want it too. I'm ready and willing whenever you are." It speaks volumes, and I'm keen to listen. I also gazed at the base of his sheath (oh, how _casually_ I've learned to do that in public :): his knot was already starting to swell. We'd had this little "fireplace chat" many times before, and he knew what was coming. This time, of course, there would be something different.

I sat before him, nude and in lotus-fashion, and held his shoulders in my hands; he put his front paws heavily on my thighs and touched his grinning face to mine. We exchanged long, sensuous kisses, and I wished I could reach as far into his mouth with my tongue as he could with his: it was a delicious sensation I wanted to return in full. I did my best, with half-closed eyes, as the firelight made shadows of us on the wall; our flickering alter-egos seemed to be as aroused as we were.

After several minutes of this, I lay slowly back on the thick carpet, with a pillow beneath my head. As always, Vic lay down on top of me, with his paws against my shoulders. He was well over 120 lbs, and I could feel his knot and the first few inches of his penis pressed against my belly and groin, next to my own erection pressing back against him. As we continued to kiss, we breathed deeply, and our whole bodies would move back and forth across each other, almost as though we were already making love. I could hear the soft thwap, thwap, thwap of his tail against the carpet and occasionally against my legs.

I ran my hands across his silky, brindled coat, and felt the smooth, strong muscles beneath the taut skin. Moving up to his head, I stroked his stiff ears and cupped them in my palms, helping pull him deeper into my face. I kneaded the loose skin of his neck, taking folds of it into my grasp and releasing it, then grasping and releasing again. Never once did Vic break stride with his assiduous tongue-kissing, and I worked as hard as I could to keep up with him. Our salivas mixed, our mouths made moist sounds, and I sighed in total contentment and relaxation.

Victor shifted position, eager to move to a higher plane of arousal, and I looked down at myself, and at him: we'd left quite a slick of pre-cum on each other's bellies. It was time to up the ante a little.

With only minimal encouragement on my part, Victor rolled over on his side, his belly to the fire, and I knelt behind him, my own erection almost painfully hard. My thighs straddled his tail, and I slid forward until my knees pressed against and eventually underneath his hips, so I would be supporting his hindquarters with my legs. My penis was only a few inches from his anus at this point. Beneath me, Vic looked up into my eyes, breathing heavily, his tongue lolling, his tail wagging expectantly. In this position, his tail was alternately striking my thighs, ankles, and testicles. I didn't mind it a bit, though, for I was concentrating more on Vic, whose penis was protruding about three inches out of its sheath. With a dog, it's important to slide the sheath back away from the knot before he becomes fully erect, or the knot might swell up inside the sheath and cause discomfort. A Great Dane's knot can be over three inches across, and his sheath isn't really designed to contain that comfortably.

So I rubbed his belly with my open palms, and gradually worked my way down to his nether regions. Once there, I held his sheath in one hand, and the base of his knot in the other. I wasn't trying to bring him off yet; only to free his penis. Pulling back on his sheath, I slowly revealed the length of his semi-erection, and slid the opening of the sheath back behind the knot. When the knot popped out, the sheath was tucked safely out of the way. As long as I kept him at least partly erect, his sheath would stay back there, blocked by the knot.

I continued to massage his belly and sides; he had rolled over onto his back by this point, supported by my thighs, and his breathing had increased. His tongue fluttered from the side of his mouth with each exhalation. With one hand, I massaged his stomach, while reaching for the condoms with the other. Since I couldn't open the condom pack with one hand, I held the box on Vic's chest so I would still be in contact with him. (Okay, so I'm not exactly prepared for everything. :) Once the box was open and a condom removed from its cute little wrapper, I returned the box to the hearth, and rolled the prophylactic onto my penis. Opening a tube of K-Y _was_ something I'd learned to do with one hand, and I did that next, putting a liberal dollop on the condom, and slipping a cot on my middle finger so I could apply some lube directly around and inside Vic's rectum. His anus clenched around my finger as I did so, and while I can't be sure, I think his knot swelled, too. His tail sure twitched. :)

After tossing the cot into the fire and re-capping the lube tube, I spread the K-Y over the condom's surface, then wiped the leftover lube from my hand onto Vic's stomach and penis (most dogs don't appreciate being touched on the shaft itself unless your hands are well-lubed). This was the first time I'd used lube on him: I hadn't wanted to try receiving anal sex from a Great Dane: I'd rather start with a smaller breed. :) However, he didn't complain a bit when I gently stroked his lube-coated phallus. In fact, he hiked up his anus and scrotum and fired a short jet of pre-cum. :)

I didn't want him to reach climax just yet, though: I wanted to be inside him when it happened. So I lifted his hindquarters with both arms (jeez, he's heavy) until his tail was pressed firmly (and very comfortably :) against my scrotum and anus, then slid forward on alternate legs until his hips were almost touching my groin. My penis was pinned neatly between his scrotum and my belly; I arched back a little ways to make room to move it down into position behind his anus.

Vic was starting to lose his erection; I hadn't been concentrating on him. So I gave him a few gentle strokes behind the bulb, pressing his penis against his belly; his hind legs twitched a little and his knot resumed swelling.

With one hand holding my penis horizontally, in position to enter him, I put my other arm under his hindquarters (did I mention how heavy he was? :) and lifted him a little while scooting forward again. When the tip of my penis touched his anus, we both twitched a little. Slowly, I massaged his sphincter with my glans, to get him used to my presence, then, when I saw that he didn't mind that, I inched forward and, ever so slowly, went in.

As my glans entered him, he looked up briefly, as if to find out why something was going in instead of coming out, but I massaged his stomach to reassure him, and he sighed and laid his head back, tongue lolling insanely again. His anus contracted strongly around the head of my penis; I gasped and let out a slow, shuddering breath. Then, with alternating shifts of my legs, I moved deeper, accompanied at each thrust by a brief but powerful contraction of his muscles. I could easily (and joyfully) have entered him to the hilt, but I wanted some breathing room in case the condom were to stick inside him, which would make it difficult to remove later. I looked down; about an inch remained, so I released my hold on his hips and let him rest against my legs. I experimented with a brief thrust; he clamped down around me again. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth: it was intense, even through the latex.

Vic, for his part, had maintained his semi-erection, to my relief. He was panting, and his front legs padded the air from time to time. We looked into each other's eyes, and I don't think I was the only one smiling.

Now it was my turn to pleasure him. I put my hands on his chest and stroked back toward me, toward his genitals. I repeated this movement several times, each time moving back further, until with my last strokes I caressed his testes and sheath. By this point, Vic's knot was nearly completely engorged, and his penis was twitching and almost fully erect. Another short jet of pre-cum emerged from his urethra; I caught it on my wrist and brought it to my nose to smell through half-closed eyes: delightful.

With thumb and forefinger, I encircled Vic's penis behind the knot and brought my hand back into his scrotum, then forward again, into the bulb. I could feel its moist warmth against the ring of my hand, and I placed two fingers of my other hand on the tip of his glans to serve as further stimulation. Between the encircling of one hand, and the glans massage of the other, he became fully erect in seconds, and his hips lurched as a strong jet of pre-cum emerged and sqeezed out between my fingers. My own hips lurched as well, for he gave me a massive contraction. Breathing deeply, I thrust into him as he continued to ejaculate. With each burst of pre-cum, and soon true semen, his tail twitched violently, his hind legs padded the air to each side of me, his testicles retracted, and his sphincter closed around me like a fist. With a dry throat, I swallowed, watching him reach climax in my hands, firing jet after jet of semen, and milking me into inevitable orgasm right along with him.

In the shimmering light of the fire, I could see streaks of semen on Vic's chest. I could also smell it, and wanted to taste it before (or while) I came. Now that he was completely erect, I could easily lift his penis away from his belly and point it vertically like a hydrant. Bending over him, I cradled my hand underneath his bulb and continued to stroke his sheath up and down, closing my eyes and letting his ejaculate strike me in the face. Straining, I was able to bend down and touch my tongue to the tip of his penis, but it was too far for my lips. I'd've given my eye teeth to go down on him and make love to him at the same time. I made do, however, and each little circle of my tongue tip around his urethral opening elicited another pulse of semen. What missed my taste buds struck elsewhere on my face, and produced a heady aroma my nose could appreciate as well.

My thighs were starting to get numb from his weight, but they could have been broken and I wouldn't have known: all the nerves in my body were focused on what Victor was doing to my penis. My head started to float as I neared climax; I could hear the sound I was making inside him: the moistness was due not only to the K-Y, but also to the fact that the _inside_ of the condom was lubricated as well, with a thin film of my own pre-cum. Behind it, I could feel the real thing welling up, and I had a sudden desire-- no, not a desire, a _need_-- to hold him in my arms as I came. Bending down onto him as far as I could without pulling out or crushing his genitals between us, I lay my cheek against his stomach and looked up into his eyes. With one hand still stroking Victor's sheath, I touched his face with the other, caressing his muzzle with shaking fingers. His swollen knot pressed against me, warm and wet.

Victor lifted his head and bent down to where I lay against his stomach; in the process, the shift in weight rolled us both onto our sides. Miraculously, neither of us lost his grip on the other. In fact, while one of Vic's hind legs was now pinned under my side, his other had settled around my waist, and the foreleg on the same side flopped over my shoulder, as though he were holding me in his arms. The realist inside me told me this was only coincidence, but the zoo inside me wasn't buying that. In fact, shortly thereafter, he licked my forehead and face with his warm, broad tongue, and I craned my neck to give my mouth to him. It occurred to me, not for the first time, that Victor was an extraordinarily beautiful dog.

Victor was still drenching us both in a gentle semen bath, and as I felt his tongue slip into my mouth and slurp noisily at my tonsils, I began at last to bathe him in return. My only regret was that my semen was trapped by a condom. At that moment, I wished for all the world that I could have left my seed inside his body as Nature intended, instead of wasting it in a prophylactic. With one cramping hand still on his knot, I used the other to pull his face down to mine; we kissed passionately as I came with a great rush into his body, which continued to contract around me with each pulse of his semen. I aimed his penis at our mouths; we tasted each other until he had milked me beyond all hope of recovery, and I could no longer hold on.

I lay back, sliding gently out of him, my limp penis still encased in its latex shroud. Quickly, I peeled it off and lay it on the hearth behind the condom box; it was still filled with semen, which Victor would not want me to toss in the fire. In fact, as I lay there, helpless, Victor snuffed around and cleaned me off, using his tongue to remove every drop of semen from my flaccid phallus. My head lolled around on the floor; I held my head with both hands as I lay back and let him complete the job. You really haven't been licked until your erect phallus has been licked by a Great Dane.

Once done, Vic came back and lay heavily atop me, his erection still strong and his orgasm not quite finished. As we continued to kiss (I sometimes wondered how we could ever _not_ kiss) I felt his knot and penis once again press deliciously against my groin and stomach, and I sighed contentedly as his fading climax filled my belly-button with a puddle of warm dog sperm. Like I said, life is good. :)

I hugged him to me, but after some time during which he was the only one making any appreciable movements (mostly exploring my throat with his mouth), he seemed to sense that my strength was fading, and got up. I rolled over, and in the dying firelight could see that his erection was fading as well. Like a flower that dies in the desert, it was a sad thing to see. But with each new year, more rain falls, and no dog worth his zoo will stay limp for long. In fact, now that we'd tried it, we would most likely repeat this little escapade many times in the years to come. Before his erection subsided completely, though, I cleaned the lube off his penis using a terry cloth dipped in warm water. Shortly thereafter, his knot began to shrink, and I eased his sheath back over it, caressing it as his penis retracted. I held my hand up to my face and fairly swooned: I've never been able to get over how incredibly erotic a dog's genitals smell.

I rose and sat lotus-fashion again, my aching back to the fire. To my side was the condom, its contents warmed by the heat of the fire. Using a plastic bag from the kitchen, I upended the condom's bounty directly into Victor's mouth: he accepted the gift eagerly. I don't know why (and this part isn't just fiction: it's true), but every dog to whom I've given my semen has found it delicious: they eat every drop, and if some spills, they look down to see where it fell. It's probably just that they want the salt, rather than something purely sexual (otherwise dogs would give each other oral sex all the time), but I'm not complaining. :) After that, the condom went into the flames, and the unused condoms and jelly went on the mantelpiece.

With both our erections now subsided, I shut the damper on the fireplace; the bricks would hold in the heat while we slept. I arranged the pillow neatly on the floor; true to form, Victor got there first and lay down, his huge head occupying the center of the cushion. I nudged him out of the way and lay beside him, spoons-fashion, with his back nestled snugly against my chest and stomach. I enveloped myself in his warm, musky scent, reaching down to caress his belly. Beneath my touch, I felt his unquenchable ardor rising once again. I did not press him, however; there would always be tomorrow. Life, as I've said, is good. :)

===== THE END =====

If there are any factual errors about anatomy or behavior, please let me know.

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Fiction -- Updated Saturday, March 15, 1997 -- E-mail Actaeon