I discovered many illicit details about The Dog during our long "Pause" after our never ending bout of uproarious and amazing sex whose noises were mocked and shunned by our less-worthy shaven twink neighbors later in the morning, afternoon, night or whatever.
First of all, without telling me, I knew he had acted in porn. I recognized this/him not only because I've seen every porno in the world, ever, but because of the way he was reacting to my particular interest in the porn that was glaring on my video screen in my private cabin. He had that sleazy, jaded look that I've come to know and love too well. There are not too many denizens in slut Berlin who have not experienced the dubious thrill of participating in a skin flick if not only for the credit or quick pocket change, but also because it is so readily available and can provide for a sort of rite of passage into the sexual underworld that resides here. As with the sling incident (mentioned in the last post) he did not offer me this information - but a good Master always knows everything.
I also found out that not only did he have a boyfriend, he had a husband, "These are two different things," he explained - furthermore piquing my interest with this confession of his polyamorous leanings.
He was an Aries - he told me about his family life a little - where he was from - his musical tastes and (to me) appalling obsession with Sunday after noon Berghain-ing...just the necessary fodder for me getting just enough into his head to take over fully.
With his piercing blue eyes and completely smooth, handsomely rotund frame (sans a few five o'clock shadow pubes), he had that look that I had grown accustomed to. He wasn't that big of a guy but his sheer demeanor filled up a room, and his big butt and thick cock provided some picturesque amusement. But the most entertaining part was soon to come in his actions, most of which were directed by me.
I sneaked away for a while and when I returned to the big open dark theater area with the cage center stage, he was there, in full dim light, waiting for the next big thing. I sat in one of the theater chairs that was adjacent to the sex stadium and made my presence known, then meandered around a bit in and out of the darkness to survey the circling crowd that was building this energy in the air like vultures. After there was little attempt to approach The Dog, my racing mind took heed to my undeniably determined ruse, and I went up to the cage tapped on the plastic leather flooring of it and directed The Dog to "Come here" and stand on all fours and come to my side of the cage and stick his ass through two of the bars. I released my towel and put it in the cage next to him - he had done the same and was now only wearing a new Lycra ski mask (this time with no holes through the eyes but only one big hole for the mouth) and his enticing little metal chain link dog collar.
He knew what I wanted, and it had nothing to do with me being there, but much like in a track and field race, I had to become the rabbit to set the pace - and in the end I would be the tortoise to win the big prize at the finish line.
This is very common for me when I participate in public sex. I arrive early, scope out the crowd and quickly discover that I am usually the only one with any type of color on my skin. I walk around and around and everyone has their eyes (two along with the one-eyed snake) on me and not until I initiate any sort of contact (usually with the only other minority in the room: the one with chest hair) does anything start to happen. I put this acumen of experience to good use at this moment and started to flirt with his ready asshole.
What was nice about The Dog was that while he had some of the finer makings of a pig, what differed with him was that he was hungry, but not greedy. Throw a pig a bone and he'll eat it - but this was surely a more refined animal who could show a bit of restraint during feeding time, knowing that obedience is the key to that Pavlovian reward. He was so patient it was almost maddening - almost to the point where I just took him all for myself giving way to my shyness in exhibitionism but wanting to be more forward in demonstrating what it was that I wanted everyone to do. So it was also I who had to exhibit this extremely frustrating patience as well.
The vultures started circling closer to the flesh.
Naturally, with my big black bubble butt (already wary from so much German pounding I had endured over the past several what seemed like eternities) in full albeit obscured view for the augmenting crowd, there were one or four guys who came sniffing at my pheromones and enjoyed the bravery of reaching out for me. I motioned to The Dog with my head and then I bent forward at a 90 degree angle, my back like a table top, with my puckering hole perfectly perpendicular to my taut, straight legs and parallel to The Dog's ready hole, my tongue connecting us, and for a moment I wished for a third guy to form the hypotenuse of us, laying between my legs and sucking my hardening cock.
I noticed there were three particular spectators of interest: two shadowy men sitting across the way in the theater chairs and a rather pudgy man standing off to the adjacent wall to the right of me. All three had dropped their towels and were panting and stroking meticulously, and I ordered The Dog to turn around so everyone could see what I had to offer them.
I took the back of his Lycra smooth head and pulled his head between the bars so he could have access to one of my nipples which was difficult for him because he could not see anything through the mask but once he suckled it successfully I made a loud noise and continued with this - not only because he was an expert at tit play (he had rather plump ones himself that he surely pumped on a daily basis and was driven wild with pleasure whenever I attended to them), but the audio part of the performance was another necessary element to get the crowd going (or coming, I should say).
I took my other nipple to his ski masked face and I let out more screams of appreciation, and I shyly noticed that this had brought over a few more spectators. With this I reached around and began to finger my asshole and started moaning and flinching in a wave-like motion, while The Dog was making little muffled sounds (sadly not through my Red Hanky which I showed and described to him earlier back in my cabin).
After a little while, I went over to the theater seating and sat in the one empty seat that was left by one of the spectators/subjects who had moved over to the other side of the cage to be closer to me.
The pudgy man (with a mustache) looked over at me longingly, almost asking for permission to do what he needed to do. I nodded my head in approval and with this he went over to the dog and stuck his cock through the bars. ACHIEVEMENT!
I was so fucking excited.
As the pudgy man fucked The Dog's face, everyone was looking at me for a reaction. For some reason unbeknownst to me - I enjoyed this heartily. I had the entire room under my spell and I felt that any and everything was possible if I said the word.
The man next to me was spreading his legs wider and pumping his meat faster and harder now, thrilled by the excitement that not only showed in my face and full body, but in the noises I was making - something like a mumbling wrestler in battle mode.
There were two other men, mostly watching me, and while I was masturbating with one hand, I was playing with my beard with the other, trying to hide my excitement with my face; I was so happy.
I got up and walked to the left side of the cage stage to get a better view. I watched the pudgy man's thick hairy dick expertly engaging the mouth of The Dog and everyone involved was pleased. The pudgy man mentioned something about taking a break and I demanded, "No". He looked over at me, smiled a scared smile, and continued with the face fucking. I walked away into the darkness.
When I came back about 5 minutes later the pudgy man was in the cage with The Dog and it was a sight to behold. The Dog was on all fours taking the fat dick deep throat. I sat back down in the theater chair because my knees were shaking at this point having finally got what I wanted: A Dog to do my bidding and to fulfill all of my selfish voyeuristic desires.
The man that was sitting next to me was still there, but his towel had covered him again but when I sat down next to him he opened it again revealing himself to me, perhaps in a knowing way. I was commanding the room.
There were other men around and I was looking at them as if to say "Yes, this is all for me," and they were wanking in approval and appreciation for the show I was providing, perhaps to attest in the favor of the possibility that they might receive a special personal reward from me if they too are good like The Dog I was providing them with.
There were gurgling noises from the way The Dog was receiving the cock in his throat and I was moaning louder than the two of them and then suddenly - he shot a load in his mouth. It was amazing.
The pudgy man retired and I was edging at this point but I did not come. I was breathing heavily, as was The Dog and it was almost as if our breathing was matched. The Dog laid on his back, fully and rightfully exhausted but I only let him rest for the slightest of moments before I got up ("accidentally" forgetting to take my towel with me) and tapped on the surface of the plastic leather floor of the stage cage and demanded that he get his ass back up in the air.
I circled once around the cage and then I went over to him and I petted his head as a treat for being a good boy. "You have an audience now so you keep that ass up in the air like a good boy. Make me proud," I said in a hushed voice, a little bit embarrassed wondering, Who The Hell Do I Think I Am?
"I'll be back in a little while," I continued, "You stay here and make sure you keep that ass up, I want to see you getting used some more."
I went back to my cabin for a moment or two - just taking the whole thing in. I had a brief struggle with these thoughts of getting attached and mixing my fantasy world with the reality world which always ends in a disaster. After I collected myself, I returned to the stage cage area and sat and watched The Dog whose crowd had diminished just slightly.
I went over to him and tapped on the floor again to call him over (keep in mind he was still wearing the mask and could not see). I petted him for a little while and made him take my nipples again and after I got hard I went and sat back in the theater chair to enjoy the pleasure of viewing him in the submissive state when some crazy eyed guy approached me, sat next to me and asked, "Is that your Boy?".
"Excuse me?" I scoffed, giving off an air of arrogance.
"Is he yours? Is he your slave?"
"How long have you known him?" the curious bastard went on.
"I just met him today. He's good at everything. Every-thing."
"That's so hot, man. How long have you been training him?"
"Are you listening to me?", I rolled my eyes and looked away.
I had my eyes on the prize and was trying to coax others to get into the cage, but the energy was gone. I reached into my bag of tricks and decided it would be best for me to get in the cage.
I called over The Dog and started warming up his ass. At this time, his lanky roommate was roaming around and keeping an eye out (portent of what I knew was to come later) - kind of sizing me up and rating my performance.
And then I found another pig who wanted The Dog. I was pleased.
This was actually the sort of guy I go for and in hindsight, I have no regrets in what happened, though it would have been nice to have taken him back to my room and fucked him.
He was rather tall and had this kind of high school gym teacher look to him. He looked completely married and kind of rough around the edges but with good skin and it seemed like the mid-life crisis was taking over so he decided to start going back to the gym. He was whiter than white, a little bit hairy, clean shaven, had a round little butt and male pattern baldness, the remaining part in a very dark brown. He was nerdy cute, but the look in his eye was disarming.
With my glistening athletic brown body flexing in the center cage along with this smooth thick German beast, it did not take long for a crowd of punters to be ogling at us. The nerdy guy was my aim and it took 2.5 seconds for him to obey me when I prompted him to join us in the cage.
The Dog did not know what was going on as I was spitting in his hole and spreading it with both of my hands until the extremely hard and very curved penis from the nerdy guy pierced his hole suddenly. It was a rough landing. It wasn't the kind of slow and steady entry, it was that hungry, I'm-going-to-fuck-the-fuck-out-of-you entry and with this all three of us made loud animal noises and then this tall, kind of handsome bastard took his ass perfectly and it drove me crazy. Completely. Utterly. Frighteningly. CRAZY.
I was putting two fingers up to the hole and felt the nerdy man's manness sliding in and out of The Dog and it was amazing. The nerdy guy forced my head on his nipples and I sucked ravenously on them while he pounded and pounded and I could see the thick hard curved dick slamming into him through my peripheral vision. The Dog was screaming now and the audience was jacking, and the sounds of them all beating their meat was like this sleazy applause of some sort.
When I came up for air, I pulled the curved monster cock out of The Dog and he laid down on his elbows. "No!" I yelled, and then in a calm voice I uttered, "You stay in the dog position, a dog does not lay like that. You want to get fucked like a dog don't you?". He did not reply (not that it was a question to be answered), he just obeyed.
The nerdy guy's eyes lit up and from that point on he was only looking at me, so incredibly excited and completely drilling The Dog a new asshole. He spat down on the cock as he pulled it half way out and in spite of myself I let out a porn star-esque "FUCK YEAH!" and he started gyrating faster and harder until he spewed out inside of The Dog Completely. It. Was. Fucking. Amazing.
I left The Dog again, reminding him, "Keep that ass up," and I went into the other room where I could still see a sliver of him but have a little bit of time and privacy to collect myself - I was so intrigued and over-satisfied. I was literally and figuratively trying to keep myself at a safe distance.
About ten minutes later I returned and he was getting fisted by his scrawny roommate. This was too much for me - but not in a bad way. He had gone into that pig space that while I enjoy, the public display aspect of it took away the intimacy between us. This is not to say I do not love a good pig - the problem is that with fisting - it is all about control (I don't care what any fist queen says) - and relinquishing that control and handing it over to his roommate (the man who brought out the dog in the first place) was a fair and equitable trade.
I roamed around again and when I came back I noticed that the roommate was elbow deep in what used to be My Dog. The carriage turned back into a pumpkin, the horse to mice, and I returned back from the glorious immaculate fantasy world of Berlin back to the filthy sleazy one - mostly unscathed and holding onto the precious dream that maybe one day the perfect Prince might find my left behind soiled boot and come stalking after me looking for the perfect fit we find in each other...
I went back to the room next to the theater and watched a few guys go by. By this point I was feeling so hot shit that I was teasing all these guys, letting them come over to pleasure me for awhile and then sending them away after a few moments, irrevocably bored by their pedestrian submission, craving something a little more intense again.
Another guy asked about the slave and I gave mostly the same answers as before, but this time my voice was a little bit awash with sadness and longing. I went back one more time to take and look and he was really getting fisted.
Then the crazy eyes man came and started inquiring about this slave of mine too and I was half interested in his probing questions. Then he continued, "Man I would love to have you make me into your bitch and I'll do what ever you want," (blah blah blah).
"He's not mine, he's everybody's, and he's amazing. Are you submissive?"
"I've never tried but I want to do it with you," he cooed.
"You have to earn it. Are you passiv? I have no use for total bottoms," I explained.
"Usually I am activ, but I really want to be used. Did you see your Boy? He's getting fisted really hardcore right now."
"Yes, I know. I see everything. Did you see earlier when I instructed a man to fuck his face and cum down his throat and then I had another guy blow a load down his greedy hole while I helped?", with this the crazy eyed man's eyes got even crazier.
"NO! YOU DID THAT?" I rolled my eyes and looked away. He continued, "Where are you from?"
We had a casual conversation trying to break some sort of ice that had long been melted thanks to The Dog and then when he realized his persistence was annoying me he got up and dropped his towel to show me THE BIGGEST DICK I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE!!! As he mumbled, "Pity..."
My mouth dropped open.
Thank God I avoided that guy but then later in my room when I was having my absolutely last "gentleman's time" - he proceeded to invite himself into my private fucking quarters and I didn't even look him in the eye - not only to test his obedience but because I did not want that Cockness Monster anywhere near me. But the thought of seeing that humungous thing bouncing back and forth all over the place when getting used was sort of a cheap thrill to me - but this guy was too eager. Though he wasn't German, he had this way of telling me what and when and where he wanted to be submissive for me - and just like the rest of them I explained, "You don't get to decide. Anything."
He walked out, confused and disappointed and I felt a little bad for him. But it was me I had to deal with. I was trying not to be sad, but I felt like my dog had just ran away - so instead of losing control of that situation, the hunger and desire for the perfect breed of animal, I decided to pack up and leave immediately, out of the hellish Heaven of a fantasy world and back into reality.
On the way home I met the acquaintance of a wild fox. It is common that I see (and try to avoid) these big bushy tailed, cat-meets-dog animals when I am staggering home at some ungodly hour. Per usual I was stunned and scared by its presence, and it gave me a curious look as we both stopped dead in our tracks, tilting our heads at each other and also stuck like deer in headlights. I started first, almost sprint walking away and the fox came towards me - seemingly smelling something very special and unique on me - something desirable and irresistible. Something unavoidable when confronted by any animal in Berlin...