1. Pirate Erotica Chapter 3


    Date: 9/8/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Sex Humor, Shemales, Author: buggiebug10, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    didn’t come back. I went sniffing. I found her in a hotel room with another pup. I confronted her, but she denied it to my face, the lying cheating two-leg bitch. Such a fool, my Digita was. She had no appreciation for my love. Well, I howled. I barked. I tried to eat her up. She dropped me off at the pound in some Podunk. Left me like a piece of shit. She was gone. How I looked and looked. I was the lonely traveler on night’s dark highways, going bonkers. I’d travel by night, stealing food, hiding out, sl**ping by day anywhere I could. A full year I looked. Finally I found her trail in New York City. But her trail wasn’t fresh. So I went back west, another long journey. Back and forth ten times across the US. I finally caught up with Digita. She was living with a retarded gutter mutt in a little shack in the Midwest. The mutt had no tail. He walked with a limp. It was hard to see her down on her luck like that, and I could smell that she was pregnant. I also learned from her scent what had happened. She’d fallen for that show-dog and run off with him after she abandoned me at the dog pound. Realizing it was hopeless—she was pregnant and married to this limping pitiful mutte—I left her a gift, a good turd on the living room rug. She was grateful, I think. At least she got excited. You never actually know with two-legs. My story is almost over. Just another few words, please. Eventually I caught up with the show-dog at his apartment in New York. His door was open after an ...
    orgy and he was d***k. I walked right in. He didn’t take me seriously at first. I got a confession out of him. He’d used Digita like a hound. She was nothing to him. Just another two-leg bitch. He’d had a lot of two-legs. He seemed to find it hard to believe I cared about a two-leg all that much. He freely admitted to putting her in a dog circus, or something crude and disgusting like that, and below my Digita. Oh Digita, fire of my heart, love of my life. Woof woof. To show him exactly how much I cared about Digita, I started biting. And though my malnourished teeth kept dropping out, pretty soon I had him bleeding like a pig. I bit, and bit and bit, like in a dream. After about ten thousand bites, he finally died. It would have been easy to escape. I turned myself in. I didn’t want to live anymore. My life was Digita. Digita, Digita—fire of my life. Woof. They locked me up, and I’m writing this in this sorry cage, with dribble and shit. Obviously my mental problems were pretty deep. Too bad, when I was young, I never told the dog-shrinks about my sexual preferences. They thought it was dog-gayness. The reality was— I liked two-legs. But I couldn’t admit it. It was too shameful. And as for the rest, I’ll leave you to judge. I’ll die with Digita’s name on my lips. *** Writing all this I was transported. I forgot about the pirate ship. And when I finished writing I had somehow changed my mind. I decided to live, to let them cut off my cock. I called Tom, but he didn’t answer. And ...
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