my first time with my dog

Traumatic encounter at 16 with dog led to ongoing coerced sexual relationship, mixing pain, submission, and conflicted arousal.

My name is lee, this all started when I was 16, I am now 24. I owned a really big golden retriever named Winston. One day I was home alone and I just got out of the shower and was drying off. Winston who was 70lbs decided to jump on my back and pull me down. I screamed and tried to fight him off me. He growled and I stopped in shock. He was fucking my ass hole. I ended up getting his knot deep in me and I swear his knot felt like a softball inside me ripping my ass apart.

The pressure was unbearable—stretching, splitting, a white-hot burn radiating through my hips as Winston's knot swelled impossibly wider inside me. I clawed at the bath mat beneath us, my breath coming in ragged gasps. And then, without warning, a wave of sensation crashed over me, sharp and electric. My back arched involuntarily, a strangled cry escaping my lips as my body betrayed me, spasming around him. Heat flooded my stomach, my thighs, my vision blurring at the edges as I came harder than I ever had before.

The morning after was worse than the pain—the realization that I'd *liked* it, that my body had responded to Winston in ways I couldn't rationalize away. I avoided him for three days, sleeping curled tight on my side, ignoring his whines at the bedroom door. But then he nosed his way in, panting softly, and pressed his warm weight against my back like nothing had changed. My breath hitched. His tongue licked a stripe up my neck, and something in me *cracked*.

We fell into a rhythm—Winston would wait until the house was empty, until my parents' cars disappeared down the street, then he'd herd me toward the bedroom with low, insistent growls. I stopped fighting it after the second time. Easier to let his paws pin my wrists, to arch into the hot drag of his tongue between my cheeks before he mounted me properly. His knot always hurt, a stretching burn that made me sob, but the fullness after—when he'd collapse atop me, panting—left me dizzy with something that wasn't shame.

We fucked until he passed away at the ripe age of 12. I now own a Labrador and we do things together if you wanna hear more stories let me know in the comments below