Chapter 6
Animal Envy
In the beginning, the horse was man's greatest boon, furnishing a means of transportation and help in doing the wondrous things that man yearned to do in order to change the face of his world. The dog was utilized as a sheep herder, as a companion and an alert sentinel and in the far reaches of the earth, a means of transportation where there was none.
All of this was in the past. Today's sophisticated citizens have discovered many other uses for animals and because it had become so prevalent in our culture, the word "bestality," which means using animals for sexual purposes, came into being.
Tragedy often follows those who are bold enough to follow their passions and lapse into animalism. Darryl L., a twenty-one year old student at a German university was one of those unfortunates. Upon his entrance into the university, this shy and delicate boy was slowly sucked into a homosexual relationship. But let us try to construct the story exactly as it happened and not worry about offended sensibilities when all the facts are presented. This is a true case history now on file.
By the end of his first week in the university, Darryl was sad and lonely. He was too shy to approach one of the young women so much in evidence on the campus and he had no male friends. Every evening he read in the library until it was time for him to return to the boarding house where he had a small room.
One evening, as he was leaving the library, an older student approached him.
"I have seen you here often," said the stranger, who introduced himself as Zena.
"Yes," replied Darryl, "I come here every night."
"Then you must be extremely learned by now," said Zena in a humorous vein.
"No, I do not come here to learn, really. I come here because I am lonely and here I can see people, even though I do not talk to them."
"Well," said Zena, "come with me and we shall have a glass of beer and talk away our troubles."
They went to a small tavern that was a favorite drinking place for university students. After a number of hours there, drinking and talking about a variety of things, Zena invited Darryl to his apartment which was only a few minutes away from the tavern.
At first Darryl refused but then he reconsidered, thinking that nothing could be worse than spending a whole evening in his small room, completely alone.
There was another reason why he decided to go with Zena. As he was sitting in the tavern, he felt his penis begin to press against his leg. Darryl had a sudden desire to open his pants, remove the stiffened penis and plunge it into a glass of ice cold beer. Something was happening but he did not know what it was. Something in his stomach was beginning to churn.
They walked slowly to Zena's apartment. Every now and then, Zena would let his hand brush against the younger man's thigh, and Darryl would shiver.
The apartment was small but very tastefully furnished. Zena turned the lights off except for a small candle and put on the radio. Darryl sat down on the sofa.
"A long time ago," said Zena, speaking quietly but with great feeling, "I discovered that the body of women leaves much to be desired. No matter how often I sunk my flesh into their sweet holes, no matter how many times I lay with them and thrust my tongue into their vaginas, savoring every part of their secret-still, there was something lacking. I was sad, so sad that I contemplated killing myself. Can you understand? Can you feel this? So I went to the world of Nature to look for satisfaction. I bent over and smeared my buttocks with the scent of beasts, so that the beasts themselves would mount me. I had temporary joy in that manner. No one can really understand the thrill of feeling the driving force of life, brought to a perfect fulfillment in the hairy penis of a beast, unless they have felt that instrument plunging into them, ripping them apart and turning your own body and mind into a mass of jelly. There is no passion to equal it. But, I grew weary for the company of men. So I came to the university."
He stopped for a moment, to see what Darryl thought of his confession.
But Darryl would say nothing. He lowered his eyes, a little ashamed of hearing such personal events recounted.
"Do you want me to continue?"
Darryl would not answer, so Zena decided to speak no more for the moment. There would be time, he thought, later.
Darryl felt his head reeling. It was probably from the large amounts of beer and ale he had consumed in the tavern. He lay down on the couch, trying hard to keep his shoes off the material.
He closed his eyes and the blackness soothed him. Then he heard Zena whispering:
"You are beautifully formed, Darryl, your body is supple and restrained in its sensuousness, but you are ready for passion."
He flared up at Zena's word.
"What are you saying?"
But before he could talk further, Zena's hands were expertly opening his pants. Darryl gasped as he felt Zena fondle his penis and run his fingers in small circles around the globes.
He tried to fight the older student, but something prevented him. He could never recall such a feeling of both delight and shock. Zena's hands kneaded the fleshy member, until Darryl felt it stiffening. He closed his eyes and placed his hand on Zena's arm. Then, he realized that his organ was standing straight up like a spear.
Zena, very slowly and very carefully, bent over and surrounded that hard flesh with his mouth. Darryl began to weep. He could not prevent himself from doing so. Zena's mouth felt like the most divine piece of silk ever spun.
Darryl moved his virginal body up and down so that his penis could feel the beautiful lips. He hoped it would last forever, he hoped the mouth would be permanently attached to him. But this could not be, for the seed in him began to boil and rage and suddenly it burst out of his cylinder, filling the mouth of his new found friend.
Zena reeled back under the pressure of that glorious liquid. Then, for a long while there was quiet. Darryl could only shake his head from side to side, amazed at the intensity of the feeling he had experienced.
"I promise you, Darryl," said Zena, with great passion, "this is nothing. I will show you pleasures that you have never dreamed of."
After speaking, he turned Darryl over and undressed him. He took Darryl by the hand and made him stand against a wall, running his fingers and mouth all over Darryl's body.
Then he told Darryl to spread his buttocks and Zena thrust his hot flesh into them. Darryl screamed, but soon his screams turned to moaning sounds and when Zena flung his seed into the youth, the room was filled with the sounds of ecstasy.
That night, after he had returned home, Darryl could not contain his joy at having found a new life, at having found passion and friendship and adventure.
Darryl and Zena continued this relationship for many months. They both loved each other and their nights were filled with the most passionate of actions. Darryl grew to love the taste of Zena's organ and his whole day was spent in dreaming of the moment when he could hold it in his mouth and chew gently on it.
But gradually, even though Darryl loved his friend, he began to grow morose. He did not want to have anything to do with women but he did want something soft and female in his life.
Darryl began to think about Zena's speech to him where animalism was mentioned. Every time he tried to bring it up, Zena changed the subject.
Darryl began to visit pet shops and one day, in a small pet shop near the university, he found a beautiful, honey colored spaniel. The dog licked his hand when he petted her. He found that he was almost compelled to buy her and the next day he did. Darryl resolved to keep his purchase from Zena.
The first night that the female dog stayed in Darryl's apartment, she was frightened and whimpered.
In the middle of the night, he got up to comfort her. Sitting beside her, he ran his fingers through her silky hair. She moved closer to him and her long red tongue darted out of her mouth to lick his member. A chill went up and down his spine. Was this what he was looking for, he asked himself? Was he doing the same as Zena and lapsing into animalism ?
Her tongue began to lick his globes and Darryl held her skin tighter.
"My lovely, little thing," he whispered to her, turning her around so that he could see her vagina. The dog whimpered at being forced to leave his organ.
Yes, he thought to himself, this is what I want. He took off his pajamas and sitting on the floor, spread his legs wide. He pulled the dog to him and his penis almost sang with passion as it touched the entrance to the animal's vagina.
"Ah, my pet, it must not hurt you. Let me lubricate it."
He bent over and inserted his tongue into the opening. The animal squirmed and then raised its muzzle high and let loose with a long, soul searching howl.
How he loved the sound of that howl! It seemed as if all the beasts of the wilderness were calling to him, asking him for their vaginas to be filled with his tongue. It seemed as if the great but horrid beasts were about to leave their native lands because they had heard the howl of a dog, a dog who loved him. He tried to think of Zena out of duty, but Zena's penis no longer held any attraction for him, not as long as that tender pink opening was before him. He shoved his tongue in as deep as it could go.
The dog turned as best she could and he could see her eyes, brimful with passion and trust.
"Yes, trust me," said Darryl, removing his tongue, "for I shall be very kind to you." His flesh ached to enter her. He pulled her closer, stroking her back and sides. The dog's back legs were beginning to quiver, anticipating the coming entry.
The penis and the vagina came together, man and dog, a thousand differences being drowned in that sudden joining of hunter and hunted.
He moved it deeper and the animal seemed to melt as its most sacred flesh was penetrated by an alien instrument. Darryl kept pulling the dog toward him, impaling her more and more on the pinnacle of his passion.
Exploding into a fury of desire, he thrust with all his might and truly entered her hole. The two of them rolled about the floor and about the room.
As he was joined with her, he thrust his hand into her mouth to feel those beautiful fangs. They closed on his hand but did not hurt it.
Picking the dog off the ground, he turned her around as if there was a barbecue spit in her, his penis gave her more pleasure than anything she could have felt in the world of her own kind.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Darryl could not imagine who it could be so late at night. It must be a mistake, he thought, or perhaps there has been an accident, or a tragedy. He pushed the dog aside and answered the door, furious that he had been called away from the most important experience of his young life.
"Who is it?" he called through the door.
"I must speak to you, I must see you."
It was Zena. Darryl did not know what to do. He did not want Zena to know what was going on between the beautiful, passionate animate and himself.
"In a minute, Zena, I will be with you in a minute. It is very late."
Darryl rushed to the closet and put on a bathrobe. He ran into the bathroom and placed his penis under cold water in order to reduce its size. Then he went to the door and opened it.
Zena rushed in. Darryl noticed that Zena seemed very disturbed.
"What is troubling you?" he asked him.
Zena looked at the animal on the floor, which was rolling over, searching for the flesh that had made her vagina into a mass of passion.
"What have you done?" he asked Darryl.
"Nothing."
"Do you think I'm a fool?"
"I do not know what is going on?"
Darryl did not answer him. His face became red and he hung his head. No matter how hard he tried to stand up to Zena, the force of the older man's personality always seemed to shatter his confidence.
Zena walked over to the animal and nudged it with his foot. Then he brought his foot far back as if he was going to deliver a strong kick to the animal's side.
"For God's sake, Zena, don't! I beg of you not to hurt the animal."
With these words, Darryl rushed over to the animal and pulled it away from his friend, holding it in his arms with protective passion. Zena did not say anything for a long time. Then he walked over to a chair and sat down in it, burying his face in his hands.
"You might as well know, Zena. You might as well be prepared for the truth. I have found what I have been looking for all my life I have found the female element, not the horrid female element of these horrid girl students, oh no, I am beyond that. But in this little animal, there is more passion and more love than all the brothels of Germany. Can you understand that?"
Zena stood up, focusing his eyes on the animal and saying: "I was the one who introduced you to animalism. It was my words which gave you the clue to a whole new world of passion. So, please, don't lecture me on the beauty of animal passion. But I need you. I cannot live without you. You are everything that makes my life worthwhile. Give up this idea and return to me, full of love, I promise that I will give you more pleasure than you have ever known."
Zena held out his hands in a pathetic gesture, as if he was begging Darryl for a few scraps of bread. He wiped his eyes because the tears were freely flowing.
Darryl tried to remove from his mind all of the various elements in his life. He knew that he had to make a quick decision and that decision would play a large part in his future life. Then, he acted.
Holding the dog in his arms, he rushed close to Zena. He spread wide the dog's back legs and thrust her vagina into Zena's face. The older man stood there quietly, saying nothing.
Darryl then pulled the dog back just a bit and thrust his own tongue into the opening, looking at Zena with wild eyes as the dog's screams of pleasure assaulted both their ears. His tongue was like a stream of fire, melting all resistance, melting the walls of her hole.
Zena could not contain himself. He raced about the room like a man insane, cursing Darryl and cursing all the beasts of the earth. He tried to pull Darryl's tongue out of the vagina, but Darryl's strength was a function of his passion and he was as powerful as five men.
Zena thrust his hands under Darryl's robe. He felt the beautiful curve of his buttocks, he felt the form of the sexual organ as it lay between the thighs. Finally, he could contain himself no longer and as Darryl was keeping his tongue busy, he crawled under the younger man's bathrobe and took that glorious penis into his mouth. His mouth was like a gift of the gods, all of his strength and all of his disgust made his mouth into a divine thing.
As he worked over the flesh with his lips and tongue and the points of his teeth, Darryl was forced to give more power to his own tongue as it explored the mysteries of that canine hole.
Finally, Darryl could not take the agony of that passionate mouth and he threw the dog to one side, called out in his passion.
"No more, Zena, I beg of you, no more! I surrender. I give up everything, but you. Take me back and I will be true."
Triumphant, Zena released the younger man's organ. But he was not through with Darryl. He rushed over to the dog and opened his pants. Darryl could see that flesh rise straight up, as if it was trying to reach the heavens. The tip of Zena's penis seemed to embody all the vengeance that the older man was capable of. Before the sight of that male passion, that monumental spear of lust, Darryl was powerless.
Zena threw the dog onto the sofa and leaped on it. He thrust his penis into the wet vagina, pulling hard on the dog's ears as he did so.
The dog howled in pain. And tried to shake off the human thrust.
But Zena was too powerful and he used his penis like a spear.
The cries of the gentle animal were too horrible for Darryl to stand. He shut his ears by covering them with his hands.
Then he saw Zena's mouth make motions like a scream. He rushed over and the dog fell to the floor, hot seed spurting out of her vagina.
It was too late. The dog was dead. The most joyful thing in his life had been murdered by the horrible thrust of Zena's penis. He wept over the animal, cradling it in his arms and rocking back and forth.
"You are mine," said Zena, "and you will always be mine. One day, if I am feeling kind, I will allow you to experiment with animal passion. But only if I desire and only at the time which I tell you. Now, come into the bathroom. I want to play with your mouth and perhaps even your buttocks."
Darryl was defeated and he knew it. Resigned, he walked back to the bathroom, prepared to accept his fate.
For the next two years, Darryl was Zena's slave. He obeyed every command and every sexual whim. But deep in his heart, he always kept alive the joy of the animal world.
But one day, Zena relented and told Darryl that he had picked out a lovely animal in a kennel. Darryl was almost beside himself with joy. They drove out to the country to pick it up. It was a beautiful dog, much bigger than the ill fated one of two years ago. Its coat was shaggy and its eyes were extremely soulful.
The first night it stayed in the apartment, Zena took Darryl by the hand and took him to the dog.
"Watch me and I will show you how to do this."
Darryl watched intently as Zena began to fondle the dog, placing a finger into the vagina, and putting his own tongue into the dog's mouth.
As he watched, Darryl felt his whole body shake with jealousy. He wanted to taste her vagina, he wanted to have once again that glorious animal wetness close to him. His body tensed as Zena became more passionate.
His hand, almost without intention, roamed to a nearby table and picked up a paperweight. With a great scream of defiance and hate, he brought the paperweight crashing down on Zena's head. There was a dull thud and the older man collapsed.
Blood stained the floor. It flowed as if it would never stop.
Darryl grinned and pulled off his pajamas. The dog was licking the blood with her beautiful tongue. Jerking off the dead man's robe, Darryl showed the animal Zena's penis. She nibbled on the globes and took the penis into her mouth.
Darryl leaped on her, holding her flanks steady with his hands and entering her with all the force he could muster. He screamed almost insane words as he copulated with her.
Neighbors heard the horrible shouts and called the police. When the police arrived, Darryl was rolling on the floor with the animal, still copulating with such force that great chunks of the dog's hair lay scattered on the floor.
Seven months later, Darryl was sentenced to spend the rest of his life in a hospital for the criminally insane. He was beyond hope, a dreadful example of how tensions can pull apart a youth who is torn between the delights of animalism and the delights of a homosexual friendship.