THE BEAST WITHIN

by Shúnka

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James and I were sitting in the park which was about a block away from our home. It was a warm summer day. The park was so verdant. The fragrance of freshly mowed grass commingled with the hit of honeysuckle in the air. The water danced in the lake. The sunlight that reflected on the lake was mesmerising. James and I were discussing American Indian Shamanism. More particularly the Sioux or Lakota people as they called themselves. The word Sioux was given to them by the French and it means enemy. He cast me one of his beaming smiles. "Do you know what the Lakota word for dog is?" I went on this rather long and winded explanation that dog, wolf and coyote all had the same basic derivative. He asked me to tell him more. James and I both loved good conversation and neither of us were ever at a loss for words. He was my mentor, my best friend and my lover. "Shunkmánita tanká is wolf, shunkmánita is coyote" I replied. "But what is the word for dog?" Pressed James "Shúnka is the Sioux word for dog." Was my reply. We sat and looked at the lake again.

James put his arm around my shoulder. "Look at me, Beautiful" He whispered softly into my ear. His gaze caught mine and his tone became low and soft. His words were relaxing. As I stared into his sparkling grey-green eyes, I felt the stress of the previous week evaporating. "Relax and look into my eyes" James repeated over and over. "It feels so good to relax" he continued. "Let yourself sink deeper and deeper into relaxation" He whispered. I could feel myself sinking deeper and deeper. I melted into his liquid eyes. The seemed to penetrate my mind, the very depth of my soul. He continued to stroke my hand as he repeated the words "Feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper into relaxation, totally submissive and completely obedient to me" I could feel my mind clouding up as I sank into a deep trance.

"Your name is Philip Adam" James said to me. "Do you know what Adam means?" James asked me. According to Hebraic mythology, Adam was the first man. "First man" I managed to utter. "Yes, very good" James assured me. "I am going to give you a new name, Shúnka, and whenever I use that name you will become Shúnka, you will become the dog . . . Do you understand?" He said. "Yes" I replied. When I call you Philip Adam you will return to your man-like state but when I call you Shúnka you will become my dog." He continued. "This will be a gradual transformation, Philip, do you understand? "Yes" I uttered. This change will take place over time and you will grow more and more into this role" He explained then went on to add "each step you take into this realm will bring you closer and closer in tune with your animal self"

I trusted James with all of my heart. We are on a spiritual quest together, he and I. Deep inside, I knew that he was doing this both for our mutual enjoyment as well and for some lesson. To put me in touch with my animal nature, my primal self. The Indians long held that transformation into the animal kingdom was a gift of the spirit animals. Possession by these guides was a very powerful totem, imparting great wisdom.

"Do you remember Homer's Odyssey?" James asked me? "Yes" I replied. Do you remember what happened to Odysseus' men when they landed on Circe's Island? James asked. "Yes" came my response. The more they ate of Circe's magic gruel the more famished they became, the more ravenously they devoured the magic meal the more insatiable was their hunger" James explained then continued "tonight when we make love, the more you lick my body the more famished you will become, your senses will be heightened - taste and smell - the more you lick my body . . . Taste my oil and sweat, savour your scent, your Master's scent . . . The more ravenously you lick and sniff the more famished you will become." He commanded me. "You will not be satisfied until you have hungrily drank every drop of your Master's cum . . . Do you understand me Philip?" "Yes, Master" I whispered. "When we make love tonight, I will call you by your new name and you will become famished . . . Do you remember your new name, your animal name, Philip?" James asked. "Shúnka" I proclaimed. "You will be proud of that name, you will learn more about yourself from taking on that name. . . . You will find it easier as your physically sense your transformation into Shúnka . . . . You will become Shúnka . . . You must obey me . . . Do you understand. Philip? James asked. "Yes, Master, I am proud of my new name, I will learn from my animal name and I will obey you." "Very good, Philip . . . Now I am going to count you up from 5 to 1 . . . . 5 . . . . Coming to . . . . 4 . . . feeling awake. . . . 3. . . .Aware of your soundings . . . 2 . . . .eyes open . . . . 1 . . . . . Wide awake.

James put his arms around me again and we just sat and watched the lake. It was all so blissful. I mentioned that I wanted to go into town centre to do some grocery shopping. James asked if I didn't mind if he went into the book store while I did the marketing. I didn't mind. He was looking for a particular Science Fiction book and he thought he saw it in the window when he was in town last but hadn't had time to stop in then. So he and I walked and talked. I love this town, very gay friendly! We parted company and agreed that when I was through that I would meet him at the book store. James could spend hours in there if no one collected him. He is so well read and probably one of the smartest men I know.

I gave him a short kiss as we got in front of the grocery store and he continued down the street. As I walked into the market I collected all of the things that we had run out of during the week. I made sure that I got a good selection of fresh fruit and vegetables. James is a vegetarian and I have been trying to make sure that he gets all of the best produce before it gets picked over. As I walked passed the meat section . . . I couldn't help myself. I saw the butcher grinding fresh beef. The way it looked and smelled was making me hungry. I ordered a pound. I reasoned with myself that I could make it just for myself. James wouldn't mind. I went to check out, paid the bill and walked down Main Street to the book store to get James.

I found him sitting on the bench outside, book open and he seemed rather lost in it's pages. I sat down next to him. He looked over and shut the book and took two of the four bags of groceries that I had in my hands and we started for home. As we walked down Main Street and turned down our street. We hurried home. As James helped me unpack the groceries he noticed that I had bought ground meat. He questioned me as to why? I apologised and explained my bizarre craving in the supermarket. "I hope that the smell doesn't make me ill" he said to me. "It's been so long since I've eaten it that I actually get nauseous around the scent of cooking meat." I again apologised and he assured me that it was okay. He was just talking out-loud. I should have known that he had some devilment in his mind by the wiry smile he gave me. It was unlike him to give in so quickly.

We finished putting away the groceries and he lovingly took my hand and guided me into the bedroom. God, he is hot! He put his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him. He pressed his smooth lips against my full mouth. Our tongues glided across each others in a passion that seemed to ignite a fire in me. We tugged each others shirts off and we then proceed to undress ourselves the rest of way. Yanking off trousers and socks and shoes. I saw him stand before me in all of his manly glory. My body quaked at his soft caress. We pulled each other onto the bed. I could feel my hair as it gently grazed his skin. James then guided me off the bed and back onto the floor. There he stood as he pulled me close to him. I could feel his tongue on my neck. He whispered into my ear one word. The word was "Shúnka." He repeated over and over again. My mind clouded. My legs became like lead weights that seemed to pull me down onto my knees. "What is happening to me?" I managed to eke out. "Relax and go with this, my Love!" James assured me. "Trust me, you know that I would never harm you nor would I ever allow any harm to come to you." He said in a reassuring voice. Again he repeated the name "Shúnka" over and over.

My skin itched and crawled as what felt to me like hair growing out of my body. It felt as if I were being covered in a blanket of fur. Master petted me . . . He stroked my fur . . . My neck and my back and my head.

He repeated it again "Shúnka" over and over. All I could think of was how hot he looked, how I wanted to lick every square inch of my Master's body. I was like a ravenous beast in heat. As he stood there in front of me, erect, upright as a man stands . . . There I was on all fours like a wild animal. His feet were the closest thing to my hungry mouth. I started there . . . I couldn't control myself. I never had a foot fetish before I thought to myself. I couldn't help it. I licked each foot hungrily. Each toe I licked like as if it were miniature cock . . . The souls of his feet . . . The top up to the ankles. It seemed that the more my tongue wagged the more my lips caressed him the more I had to taste him. It seemed that my senses were all heightened.

His scent was driving me wild . . . Stirring and whipping into a animal frenzy. I moved my tongue to his calves . . . I lingered and explored each one in its turn moving up to his thighs. It was there that I was like a wild creature . . . driven. He wouldn't let me suck on his cock. Whenever I got close to it he's gently push me away. O, how I longed to suck my Master's cock. He faced the bed. Away from me. His legs slightly apart. He leaned over the bed slightly and I leapt to his arse. I licked and caressed with my mouth and tongue each cheek. Then I went for his hole. My senses were so heightened. I sensed the difference in texture from his cheeks to his soft hole. Master moaned with delight as he felt my tongue explore his hole. The more he groaned with pleasure the more I wanted to please him. Soon, I began to howl. With each grown of my Master, I howled like dog. I lost track of time and must have rimmed him for an eternity.

He moved down, onto the floor, lying on his stomach. I licked his back . . . Starting at the lower back closest to the buttocks and working my way all the way up. I did not want to miss one square inch of my Master's body. The shoulders, down the arms . . . Again, sucking each finger as a small cock that my Master worked in and out of my hungry mouth. I worked my way back up . . . He rolled over and I sucked and tugged gently at his nipples. There were a few times that he scolded his pup "No biting!" As he twacked me lightly on the nose. Master's chest and then his stomach. I whined like a dog . . . Forgetting my use of language. . . . Begging as a dog would . . . Only I was begging to lick my Master's cock. First he granted me permission to lick his balls. I devoured each one into my mouth and my tongue gently glided them around inside. Saliva was running down my chin. Finally, like a prize bone . . . My Master granted me the privilege to suck his mighty cock. I eagerly leapt at my prize. I sucked it . . . Taking it all the way down into my thirsty throat. My tongue wagged all the while . . . Heightening the sensations for my Master. I wanted so much to please him . . . It was probably the most coherent thought that I could have at that moment. Finally, I heard my Master let out a low deep moan and that is when that slightly sweet, slightly salty liquid came pouring down my throat. My lips released their grip slightly so that I could glide it out ever so slightly . . . Just enough to taste my Master's cum. It was like milk to me . . . Milk to a starving pup. I drank every last drop of it.

I yelped and barked. Master went into the kitchen and brought me out a piece of that ground, raw beef. He fed me from his hand. I lapped every bit of it up and licked his fingers. "Do you want more boy?" He asked as he walked into the kitchen. I followed him on all fours. He had to stop me from lapping water out of the cat's bowl. He brought out two silver coloured dog dishes. One he filled with water and the other with some more of the raw ground beef. I stood there on all fours. I swear to you that I could feel a tail wagging behind me. As soon as the food and water bowls hit the ground I lunged for them. Food dish first and then lapping my water. I felt proud that my Master had fed me. Next he pulled out a collar for me. He bent down and gently placed it onto my neck. Then the lead . . . Locked into place. He lead me back into the bedroom and there I laid . . . With my Master on the big old bed. We stayed that way till the following morning. I heard my Master's voice calling me. He stroked me and kissed me. "Philip Adam!" He said to me . . . Gradually, I felt myself return. I wondered if it was all a dream? Then as James removed my collar I knew that it wasn't a dream.

It was strange . . . I felt so peaceful and so calm. Not at all my usual chatterbox self. I laid there next to James cuddled up quite content. I learnt what a gift it is to relate to such a noble animal. So loyal, so loving, so protective of those that noble beast loves. So giving without any strings or conditions. What a lesson man can learn from one such as this gentle creature.

DEDICATED TO MY FELLOW "Shúnkas", WITH LOVE

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