Sabre- the German Spouse Dog

A story by Shep:

The events and characters in this story are fictitious. However the details of me are true, and this is how I would like my relationship with a GSD to start. Steve said, ‘We know how much you have liked Sabre from when he was a puppy, and with your knowledge and love of the breed, Sue and I think you should have him. A good home for him is more important than the money.’ ‘I would be honoured to own such a wonderful dog. Of course I will take him.’ and thus started my relationship with Sabre. I looked at the young male German Shepherd Dog, Sabre, panting at my feet. He looked back at me with what could only be love light in his dark brown eyes. It was true. I had loved him since the first time I saw him as a four-week-old puppy, the pick of the litter. Sabre was nine months old when I took him on and quite large, although still a puppy. His ears were fully up and he was entire and well endowed in the genital area. He was predominately black on top (A Shepherd is born almost all black, and the black normally recedes to the back and head when it is adult), with deep tan markings on his belly, chest and legs (he eventually just had a black muzzle and back when fully grown). He looked like a top German show dog, apart from missing a few teeth from birth, which meant he couldn’t be shown. A beautiful companion or working dog, however, and ideal for me. He was bought at eight weeks old by a couple from London, who had no idea how to look after a dog. Sabre was just used as a plaything by their young daughter, who was cruel to him. The couple decided to give Sabre back to his breeders, Steve and Sue, before he bit the daughter out of self-defence, and was put down. Steve and Sue are a middle class, middle aged couple, who are non-zoo, and breed and show German Shepherd Dogs. I have known them for about two years, and since then have not hidden the fact that I wanted a new GSD as soon as I could (although they don‘t know I am zoo). They were appalled at Sabre’s treatment, and took him back gladly, but couldn’t keep him because of the fact they own four other GSDs. I will mention now that I am exclusively zoo, with a predilection towards German Shepherd Dogs, liking both sexes, but preferring males. Dogs seem to know I am in love with them, and I feel a strong connection with them. I had a great 12-year relationship with my parents’ longhaired GSD, Franz, six of those being of a sexual nature, though without intercourse. He had died fairly recently. I was distraught, but vowed to get another GSD, and have him as my life partner, when my circumstances changed. At this time I had just begun to work from home so had lots of time for a dog. I gave Steve and Sue a little less than the London couple paid for him and was given in return his pedigree (Mother and Father both Sch III, and German), some food, a leash and collar, a brush, a hound glove, some toys, and the request that we should visit as much as possible, and the fact that Sabre and I would be great friends. ‘We will be’, I mused, as we got into the car and drove off. On the way back, I kept looking the reflection of MY GSD in my interior mirror. He as sitting on the back seat, had his tongue out and looked noble, beautiful, and the perfect partner. I wanted to get friendly with him as soon as I could and get acquainted with his intimate parts, because although we had cuddled in the past when he was a small puppy, anything else would have looked suspicious, and there were many times then when I had to hide my erection. Once we arrived home, I let Sabre into the back garden, whilst I sorted out his food and things. He was happily trotting around sniffing everything and cocking his leg, until he stopped, started to circle around, and suddenly dropped to his haunches, lifting his tail so it was parallel to the ground, and folding his ears back. I knew exactly what he was going to do, so carried on watching him. I enjoy watching dogs defecate, as I am fascinated by the position they assume and enjoy the act itself. I enjoy my own defecation, especially if the faeces are large and hard. Once they are out I have no interest. I have always fantasised over having anal sex with a male dog just after defecation so he‘s empty and relaxed. Sabre visibly strained. His pinkish grey anus slowly expanded, until the mid brown tip of a log of excreta appeared from it. The whole massive log was eliminated by Sabre easily and cleanly with a squeak of gas escaping from him, his anus looking stretched to at least twice its normal size. I had never seen something that big come out of one animal. He looked as if he was getting a thrill from the excreta expanding his anus. He then stood up and scratched the ground with his back feet in the way dogs do. That was it. I was so full of unreleased tension from not having a dog for so long, I had to get it on with Sabre. Not anally to start with, but sex all the same. I called Sabre’s name and he bounded back into the house, tail wagging with happiness. I could feel my erection building. I said to him, ‘Sabre, today we are going to make each other very happy.’ I let him explore the house whilst I got undressed. When naked, I called him into the bedroom and he lay down on his belly, with his head raised, looking intently at my stiffening penis. I knelt down next to him and started to rub myself along his furry flank, my penis feeling wonderful on his fur. He turned his head and started to lick my face. I said, ‘No Sabre. Lick this.’ moving closer to his head and offering him my penis. He tentatively licked the tip of it. I hadn’t felt so good since Franz last served me! Sabre licked more rapidly, so I exposed my glans. Aaaah! He carried on licking, licking, licking until I could feel myself coming to climax. I braced myself, and came explosively, groaning and spurting about four times into Sabre’s face, leaving him spattered with sperm. He greedily licked the excess off of my subsiding erection, his muzzle and the floor, his tongue stroking the whole length of me. I felt like I needed to climax again, but was spent, so I got on all fours and presented my anus to Sabre, hoping he would mount. He didn’t, but started to lick me furiously, his tongue dancing around my opening, beating into me, cleaning me and caressing me. He was pushing his muzzle so far in between my cheeks, that he was snuffling and grunting as he worked on me. They say the anal area is full of nerve endings, and Sabre was tantalising every one of them, so much so that I started to harden again. Eventually I knew that I would have to repay the favour Sabre did for me, so I got into a sitting position so I could plan my next move. He was sitting down, and licking his lips, in state of self-satisfaction, with the tip of his penis showing from his sheath. I then got him standing up and reached for his penis. As well as the pink showing from his sheath, he had started to grow a knot. I seized my chance and took hold of him below the knot, gently massaging him and speaking endearments softly to him. As soon as I started on him he expanded greatly and arched his back, thrusting and treading as he did so. His dark pink penis was about six inches long and an inch and a half wide. Great! He was enjoying it as much as me. I carried on rubbing. Suddenly he started to squirt liquid. He was coming! I massaged him harder, and he started to tread harder, whined, and he ejaculated sperm. I reached down underneath him and took his tip in my mouth, taking as much shepherdy sperm as I could, although much of it went on the floor, as there was so much. He wasn’t so much a German Shepherd Dog at this point, more of a Sperman Shepherd Dog! It was bitter, salty and brought back so many happy memories of my time with Franz. I gave him a good sucking before he walked away to lick himself clean. I called Sabre back and lifted his tail to expose his anus. It was quite large, puckered up and tight, but very clean. I wanted to give him ’puppylingus’, but didn’t know if he had been wormed or not. I would wait until I had wormed him. After smearing the spilt semen onto my fingers, I palpated the glorious opening with them, causing Sabre to look back at me with a pleased expression. This sign from him told me that he could receive me via his back passage in the future. I knew I could receive him! I decided that what we had achieved was a lot for the first time, so didn’t want to push my luck at that time. With a bit of persuasion, love and K-Y he and I could achieve mutual anal satisfaction later on. I got face to face with Sabre, looked him in his soft brown eyes and said ‘Sabre, I love you! I want to spend every moment I can with you.’ He responded by licking me gently on the face. I lay down next to him on the floor, our bodies close together, savouring his presence, eventually falling asleep. I awoke to find it he next morning. Sabre was looking intently at me, lying opposite me, as if he was thinking ‘What shall we do today?’. I said aloud whilst stroking his head, ‘We have a lot to do today, Sabre, my love.’ He licked me on the face again. From that day on, Sabre was my spouse....... The next time I saw Steve and Sue, my big, sleek, glossy, furry partner, Sabre accompanied me, complete with new collar and gold plated identification tag. I was wearing a recently acquired gold ring with a GSD head embossed on it on my wedding ring finger. When he saw the couple he wagged his tail and ‘grinned’, dancing around in little circles and whining. Sue said, ‘You are really taking care of Sabre, James. It looks as if you were made for each other.’ I think we were.’ I replied with a smile. THE END