Public Nudity / Beach / White Knight Knotted

This is what it is like to be nailed to the sky: your ass speared through, locked in agony to the cock of a beast; your lips pulled and damp, locked in ecstasy in a kiss with handsome Thomas.

When he finally pulls his face back away from yours, he continues to hold your head and shoulders up while he stares into your eyes. Everything else falls away as you look back into his. The humiliation, joy, pain, and triumph of the day are suddenly as distant as the Milky Way--just as large, just as important, and just as inaccessible.

At that moment, the swelling of brutus' cock finally goes down enough that on the next tug, the retriever manages to pull it out. There is an explosion of agony as the knot stretches your battered sphincter and leaps free. The pain disappears just as quickly as the violent relief triggers a reverberating storm of squirming pleasure throughout your whole body, wracking you with spasms and leaving you writhing on the floor while a rush of dog cum flows out through your gaping ass.

When the shivering passes, you look up and Thomas is still there, sitting on the floor and looking down at you.

He smiles. You smile back.

An hour later you are stepping out of the shower. Thomas is standing there with a thick, fluffy towel which he wraps around you, bundling you close and pulling you into him with his powerful arms.

It is full dark now. The rest of the boys are sprawled around the beach house, passed out drunk. Thomas offers you a used teeshirt, but you assure him that you would much rather walk home naked. He seems pleased.

Thomas goes over the instructions again for finding his house.

"I got it, I got it," you assure him, before leaning in to kiss him again.

He grins. "My parents are in the Hamptons for six weeks, so you can just walk straight over as soon as school lets out. Tomorrow it will just be you and I...and Brutus of course," he adds, scratching at the retriever's floppy ruff.

"I can't wait," you whisper.

Thomas assures you that when the weekend hits, JayJay will throw a proper party here at his dad's beach house. "You will be the belle of the ball," he insists.

You are looking forward to that, too.

END