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State or Country. Do NOT read this if you are easily offended or if 
you are not interested in fantasies involving young boys. This file 
contains sexually EXPLICIT material.

This story was not written to advocate sexual activity with minors. 
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story codes: (t/bb – mast oral anal beast)   
style: contemporary


“Feeding on fever
Down on all fours
Show you what all that
Howl is for”  -TOTR


MY MASTER    by DEBONAIR

For Dogsboy & Mizu

1.

   Lying on the rug, I leisurely lick my balls. Yes, I can do 
that! I’m a dog, a Doberman Pinscher to be precise, going by the 
name of Tarzan. I raise a hind leg behind my neck and I have 
access to the entire area. It’s quite practical. You must be 
envious? 

I think it’s the case for my young teenaged Master. Sometimes, he
gets naked and rolls into a ball, bending in two, trying to reach
his crotch. I watch him crane his head between his thighs. His 
lips almost touch the tip of his dick, but his acrobatic maneuver
fails every time… Thank god he has hands that boy! And he makes 
good use of them, I tell ya. Four times a day, they are fondling 
his balls and tugging on that big prick of his.

Nothing to worry about, I guess all boys do the same? Me, I only 
know this teenager, my Master. I believe his parents named him 
Nick. But they often refer to him as ‘Pothead’ or ‘Lazy-assed 
bum’. He’s a fifteen-year-old human with long arms and hairy legs.
His face’s full of unsightly red dots. Maybe, if he’d cut his 
greasy black bangs once in a while the blemishes would fade away?
Then again, I don’t think Nick gives a shit. All that interests 
him is sleeping, eating pizza, watching the image box and rubbing 
the plump thing dangling between his legs…

I follow him everywhere inside the house. He follows me everywhere
outside the house. It’s quite funny to see him fish out a little 
plastic bag and pick up the steaming pile of shit that I just 
dumped on the sidewalk! Only for that, I owe him all my loyalty. 
It’s not easy though. I tend to forget that his sneakers are not 
my chew toy and I tear them to pieces. Nick grabs my snout. He 
growls then spanks my rump hard. We don’t get near each other for
a moment. Eventually, I forgive him for beating me.

Sometimes, at night, when Nick plays with his dick, he calls me, 
“Hey Tarzan, c’mere boy, lick the nice bone!” I'm happy to lap up
the seven inches of swollen meat with my rugged tongue. A sweet 
nectar seeps from the slit of the bulbous tip and runs down the 
shaft. A real treat!

One time, he turned around and presented me his backside. I got 
to sniff the musky odors of his anus and lick it as much as I 
wanted! Nick laughed the whole time. The party stopped abruptly 
when I climbed on his back, driven by the impulsive urge to 
procreate. He got offended and rejected me, “What the fuck you 
doin’, faggot dog!?”

Can you believe that? What a tease.

I sulked in the corner, exasperated by another 'coitus 
interruptus'. The story of my life! I’m not even allowed to get 
near the lovely poodle bitches in the neighborhood. Nick yanks on
my leash as soon as I spot a hot female. It’s frustrating in the 
end… At least, after he spilled his seed on his belly, he let me 
eat the delicious puddles, a meager consolation.


2.

   Today, my Master is in charge of babysitting his little cousin
Simon during one of his rare visits. I adore the rambunctious six-
year-old imp. He pets my back and never gets tired of throwing the
tennis ball that I bring to him. His blue eyes are like gems in 
the middle of his angelic face. His golden hair shines like the 
sun.

The two boys decide to wrestle on the floor. I pounce on the 
playful duo afraid they might not have noticed me. We all roll on
the carpet, pawing at each other. A jolly good time!

After a while, the heat becomes unbearable. Nick suggests that we
should take our clothes off (which doesn’t apply to me, of course).
Simon removes his shorts and tiny underpants. He fidgets on the 
same spot, cupping his genitals coyly. Meanwhile, Nick sheds his 
smelly jeans and boxers. He starts tickling the naked child again
and again. Simon squeals really loud, running in circles to flee 
the frisky fingers.

I chase the small boy too, my wet nose right on his cute little 
buns. Simon stumbles. Nick jumps on the defenseless prey and pins
him down under his chest, continuing to tickle him. I bounce on 
his back. We did it! We got him! Simon’s short legs flail all 
about in the air. He giggles madly and I bark because the high-
pitched cackling hurts my ears.

In the middle of the game, Nick dives on Simon’s groin and kisses
it all over. The tyke evidently enjoys that. I see his pink 
dickie standing up. Nick slips the small erection into his mouth 
and suckles it gently. While my Master slurps on his cocktail 
weenie, Simon makes all kinds of silly grimaces. He also goes 
'oooooh' and 'aaaahh'. I attempt to sneak my muzzle in there. Nick
pushes it away. He leans over to Simon’s ear and whispers with a 
wide smile, “Do it to me, now…” 
 
For an instant, the tyke inspects the jutting pole of my Master. 
His inquisitive little eyes sparkle. He grabs the bloated organ 
and gives a few licks to the head. Mouth wide open, he engulfs a
portion. The large piece of flesh stretches his thin lips. It’s 
much too big for a wee one like him! Somehow, Simon manages to 
suck the beefy sausage, bobbing his head up and down. The aroma of
cock and saliva ignites me. I frolic around the naughty couple, 
my glistening red dick out of its hairy sheath.
 
   "I want to play the game with Tarzan!" Simon announces 
enthusiastically.
 
Me? 

Sure! Go ahead! Whenever you want kiddo!
 
The urchin crawls towards me at full speed. His blond head 
disappears under my furry abdomen. I feel the moist heat of his 
mouth around my cock as he starts sucking. Oh yeah baby! If I
could speak human I'd praise him, "Yes, that’s it! Suck it Simon!
You’re doing grrrrreat! Oh yeah buddy, suck my juicy doggy dick!"
 
However, I can only whine and offer some encouraging yapping. My 
eyes glaze over. My brain melts from the delights of the 
voluptuous mouth. Simon’s lips slide faster and faster. For a 
moment, I stay still, whining. The dainty body of the six-year-
old boy fits perfectly between my four legs. Then, all of a 
sudden, the kid starts slamming his mouth on my veiny prick right
down to the balls! Holy fire hydrant! That feels sooooo good! He 
goes at it ravenously, siphoning my engorged pisser.

My Master winks. He kneels nearby, fondles his cock and admires 
his rascally cousin sucking my doggy dick. Since I’m used to 
humping fluffy pillows, the little kid’s steady stimulation makes
me overheat in a flash. I yip to indicate it’s about to blow. Too
late, three quick jets of semen explode straight to the back of 
his throat! Simon raises his head, mouth full of spunk, looking 
frantically around like a lost puppy.

   "What are you waiting for? Swallow!" Nick strongly suggests. 

The little boy gulps down my load. He throws us a slimy grin. I 
can see his teeny gleaming white teeth. Without a doubt, he likes 
the creamy dollops as much as me!

Nick stands up, towering over his cousin. “Watch this!” he says 
to him. For the next minute, my Master grunts and tugs on his big
wiener furiously. Simon looks up at the jerking fist. I prefer to
back away. That prick is about to blow! It throbs. It flares. It 
twitches. The thick white sauce gushes out from the end! “Ohhh 
shiiit yeah!” Nick cries out.

Simon is surprised by the volleys of discharge. But he just sits
there on his heels, chortling, receiving the abundant semen across
the face. I leap on the kid to lick up the mess right away, 
getting slimed as well by the spurts of my Master. 

We have so much fun when Simon is here!


3. 
 
   When Nick takes me out for a walk, we always head for the park
where there are little boys. They kick a ball or just hang out on
the benches. Some of them come to pet me. My Master asks them to 
go in the bushes. There, they play together with their pants down. 
 
Today it’s cloudy and rainy, so there’s no one in the park. 
Luckily, near the train tracks, we meet Donny, a skinny kid 
dressed in a blue tracksuit. I estimate he’s around eleven in 
human years. The brown hair on top of his head is spiked up. His 
ears are big and funny. He talks to my Master like he’s much 
older, chin up, eyes staring straight at him. 

Bored out of my mind, I interrupt the conversation, smelling 
Donny’s cotton pants. He crouches, tells me that I am pretty. The
kid’s wise. Doberman Pinschers are the most beautiful breed 
indeed! I spring around him wagging my tail. He grabs my collar 
and sticks his pointy nose in front of my muzzle. 
 
   "That’s a nice doggie! Who’s a good doggie? You are, yes you 
are!" he says with a babyish raspy voice.

   “Arfff!”
 
That kid is definitely nice. I lick his face and savor his little
boy flavor. It’s like all the others. Nick lets him hold my leash.
They chatter while we go back home. I'm happy because my Master 
has made a new friend. He gets so lonely sometimes.
 
In Nick’s room, the boys sit on the bed. They put the little white
sticks between their lips and puff out the green smoke making my 
head woozy. I barely have time to eat a few kibbles in my bowl 
that I find them naked when I get back to the bedroom. The horny 
lads touch each other’s hard dicks and lean over for a quick 
taste. Donny doesn’t have any hair over his rigid little penis. 
His balls are smooth too and quite appetizing. I sit next to the 
bed, watching them play together, moderately interested, wondering 
where I buried my Sunday bone in the backyard.

Some negotiations occurred while I was daydreaming. "I'll give you
a pack of smokes,” Nick says. “I'll go easy. I swear!" 

Donny shakes his head. “It hurt when my brother did it.”

   “C’mon. Don’t be a fuckin’ wuss. Two packs of smokes and five 
bucks?” Nick ups the ante.

The kid chews a fingernail, remains silent for an instant. “Okay,”
he says, turning around, bare ass up in the air. 

My Master smiles grandly. He scoots behind the boy and spreads his
buttocks. The sight of Donny’s pucker awakens my sense. I poke my
snout in there but Nick jumps ahead before I have the chance to 
get a good whiff. My Master grips his rod and presses the tip 
against the boy’s anus again and again. There’s no way that fat 
prick’s gonna be able to enter a hole so small! 

Suddenly, it pops in. I see half of my Master’s cock sink into the
little boy’s butt. Nick mounts the child. He immediately begins 
the coupling. Donny whimpers and laments, “Owww fuck! It hurts 
baaad. Owww!”

    “Just wait a bit, it’s gonna feel good.” Nick says, clutching
the kid’s hips and swaying back and forth. It is rather odd to 
see them fucking together like beasts. Isn’t doggy style reserved 
for me? 

From where I am, I have a good view of Nick’s thick white cock 
going in and out of the distended hole. I lick the kid’s feet 
then nip the calves of my Master to inform him that I'd like to
play too. He frowns and pushes me away. Donny squeals a lot and 
bites his bottom lip. “Aww, my butt! Take it out, dammit!” 

   “Don’t move! I’ll put some lube on.” my Master proposes. 

When he pulls out, I stretch my front legs on the kid’s back and 
dig my nails in the tender skin. My hips get jiggy, darting my 
red rocket between his cheeks. Donny laughs. "Man, yer stupid 
mutt wants to fuck me too!"
 
I find the entrance to the dilated passage and shove in deeply. 
Donny freezes. "Aaarrghh shiiiit, UNGHHH! He’s in my butt!"

The little boy wriggles trying to get me to quit. I hook my front
legs under his armpits and hold on for dear life, hoping he will 
forgive me for being a bit rough. Donny squirms a while then 
resigns himself. Anyway, my knot has begun to swell. I’m not 
getting out soon! My pelvis humps at a frenzied pace as I am 
carried away by the passion of rutting.

We squeal together while I pump my dick into his moist rectum. 
Donny cringes and complains again, "Owww, it hurts! Get him off! 
Get him off, pleeze!" 

My Master examines the feverish coupling, visibly amused. “Fuck
him Tarzan! That’s a good dog!” he chuckles.
 
I must say copulating with an eleven-year-old boy is very 
enjoyable! His tight little hole strangles my dick. With my tongue
hanging low and my tail raised high, I just go crazy breeding that
hot human ass. The pleasure soars. My hips buck at a delirious 
pace, driving my fuckbone into his skinny butt. When the 
realization that I’m gonna cum hits me, I yip and cry out. My 
jingling balls contract painfully. The knot inflates like a 
balloon.

Fortunately for Donny, I don’t get stuck in his hole. My seed 
squirts inside him. My dick slips out of the gaping opening to 
spit the rest on his butt. 

The scene must have turned on my Master because he flips Donny on
his back and grabs his ankles. Within seconds, he has crammed his
hard-on deep inside the kid’s upturned butt. On top of the kid, 
he bounces up and down so fast that Donny wraps his arms around 
him. “Unngh! Ungghhh! Shit! Slow down! Unnnnnnnngghhh!” he 
grumbles.

For a while, I observe the boys have fun. Nick rams his big cock 
faster and harder. Donny looks so small under my Master’s lanky 
frame. I clean my dick hearing the mattress squeak. The rutting is
so intense that it draws my attention. Nick is really nailing the
little boy. His balls are slapping against the small buttocks. 
“OHHHH YEAHH! OHH FUCK!” he sings. 

Donny wails every time the big cock hits bottom. His little toes 
are all curled up. When he’s not squealing, he’s yelling, “AWWW 
FUCK! FUCK!”

Nick shakes the little boy another ten minutes like this. He 
groans and looks up at the ceiling. “Orrhhh, I’m gonna cum in yer
ass!” he cries out. I see his body shiver with every spurt of 
seed he shoots inside Donny.

After they are done playing, Donny jumps in his sports pants so 
fast that he forgets his underwear on the carpet. Wiping his eyes,
he takes Nick’s gifts and dashes away faster than a gust of wind. 

I run after him, barking, begging him to come back. Like all the 
other visitors before, Donny doesn’t turn around.

I hope he changes his mind. 

Because my Master and I, we really love to play with children…`


THE END