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Abduction: Raining Cats and Dogs - 2
by Lady Jay and Ken L. Master
(lostinspace1980@hushmail.com)
***
A teenage boy runs away from home. Then almost at once
he's kidnapped by two men with an unusual fetish. (MM/m-
teen, beast/m-teen, nc, rp, 1st, intr, bd, huml, cd, tg,
anal)
***
Chapter 2: Kyle Plays Dress-up and Makes a New Friend
"What a good puppy you are, angel," Tyrone praised,
"that's my good, good girl. I think a good puppy like
you deserves a reward for being so cute and such a good
student; give Kyle a real sweet kiss, Mike."
"Now that's a hot idea, Ty," Mike said with a grin,
"this cute little puppy has agreed to dress up pretty
for us, and now our naked little puppy deserves a nice
long kiss." he stepped forward and grabbed the slim teen
in his big arms.
Before the shivering teenager could react, Mike squirmed
against him and kissed him passionately, sliding his
tongue between Kyle's lips and into the boy's mouth. As
he did he moved his hands down the boy's bare back and
grabbed Kyle's naked buttocks with both hands. Kyle
gasped as he tasted peppermint on the eager man's tongue
and Mike gave a low growl of satisfaction as he tasted
the teenager.
The stunned boy couldn't think what to do with his hands
and finally circled his arms loosely around Mike's waist
while the dark-haired man gently caressed his pert,
round ass. Mike was breathing faster as he fondled the
teenager's pert ass squeezing and mashing it with his
large hands.
Kyle nearly stopped breathing when the man slipped his
hands between Kyle's butt cheeks and brushed his
fingertips against the startled teen's sensitive ring.
The panicked teen's fingers clutched abruptly at the
man's waist and he drew a deep gasping breath, flinching
and shifting his feet nervously.
"No no, good girl, stay," Tyrone said sharply, "you
stay, good girl, stay."
Kyle froze shuddering in place as Mike's thick finger
trailed slowly around his asshole. He tensed as Mike
pushed gently at his puckered ring, but was distracted
when the big man kissed the trembling boy again, putting
more tongue into the action as he plucked the sensitive
butthole of the kidnapped boy.
The petrified boy thought dazedly that he should try to
shove the big man away and try to run before it was too
late, but he was still weak and shaky from being
shocked, and Mike's passionate kisses and firm caresses
were having a strange effect on the inexperienced boy.
Sighing in resignation, he endured Mike's steamy French
kiss and probing fingers and laid his head on the big
man's shoulder, trapped between his shame, apprehension
and an awful anticipation. His hands clenched at Mike's
belt as the dark-haired hunk pulled his tongue out of
Kyle's mouth and slowly bent down to kiss the paralysed
teenager's stiffening shell-pink nipples.
The sensation of soft kisses on his areolas made Kyle
gasp and shiver in Mike's embrace. Mike looked directly
up at Kyle while he licked deliberately at the teen's
erect nipples, then turned his face away and slowly
trailed kisses down over the teenager's rib cage and
onto his shivering belly. The teen's hands fumbled
uncertainly up Mike's broad back while the man sank to
his knees, until the teenager gave up and clutched
Mike's shoulders; Mike's warm breath huffed over the
teen's hips, steaming against his thighs and crotch.
Kyle gasped as the man's tongue stroked slowly across
his hipbones; the big man knelt gracefully between
Kyle's knees directly in front of him, panting as he
kissed his way nearer and nearer to the teenager's
exposed cock. Kyle sobbed softly and his belly shivered
under the man's tongue; Mike knelt motionless with his
mouth inches away from the teenager's cock, chuckling
softly and panting furnace-hot breath over his shaft.
Kyle's hands clenched at the Mike's shirt collar and he
started to lean forward to plead with the man.
Mike laughed "No, no, good girl, be still," his voice
commanded instantly, "be still good girl."
When the waiting teen had remained motionless for almost
a minute, the horny man leaned slightly forward and
licked gently at the delicate skin of Kyle's inner thigh
next to his balls. Kyle's breath caught in his throat as
the man's warm tongue slipped over the soft skin and
stroked slowly toward his cock. The sweating teen gave a
gasping sigh and shook his head once as Mike started a
slow kissing at the base of his cock, drooling on the
fringes of curly bronze pubic hair.
The big man was surprisingly gentle as he teased and
licked the boy's cock, and Kyle's cheeks quickly flushed
glowing pink as Mike's lips and tongue teased his
crotch. After a few minutes, Kyle was mortified to find
himself breathing faster and his cock standing stiffly
erect, swelling as he got hotter. The teenager's tan
stomach twitched with the pulse hammering in his
increasingly hot loins.
Kyle's forehead was beaded with sweat and he was gasping
for breath as Mike's tongue slithered around his balls,
onto his thighs and up to his flat belly, then dropped
back down near his tingling cock. The naked teen moaned
softly and shivers raced from his pulsing prick over his
belly; the hair on his arms was standing up and his
nipples prickled up. Despite his fear and mortification,
he was starting to move his hips forward, wanting more
of the pleasure he was being given. When the teen boy
gave a deep sigh and began to thrust forward, the Mike
stood up with a wicked smile.
"What a good, good girl you are, angel," the dark-haired
man said, giving Kyle another prolonged French kiss,
"really, you were such a good girl for me, sweetheart,
that's just wonderful. I'd really love to romp with you
some more, but you must be exhausted," Mike whispered,
taking his hand and leading him over to the enormous
waterbed.
Kyle's head span as Mike laid him on the bed. To his
mortification his cock was still rock hard, jutting into
the air for Mike and Tyrone to see. Mike grinned at
Tyrone as they admired the aroused and panting teen, but
he didn't mention it "You were up so late and it's been
such a busy morning for you, good girl. I'll bet you're
starved, too, you burned up so much energy with pretty
Rexie on the ride home." he turned to the black man
beside them and continued, "Tyrone, this poor angel is
very tired and very hungry and we both promised her we
would take real good care of her if she was a good girl.
She needs breakfast and a nice nap right away."
Kyle curled up and brought his legs together to hide his
shame. "What's wrong with me?" he thought to himself.
"How can my body betray me so quickly?"
Tyrone's voice interrupted his thoughts "You're right,
Mike, Kylie deserves a special treat for being so good
and trying so hard for us," Tyrone replied immediately,
"I'll go right down and fix her a big delicious
breakfast while you stay and keep her company." Tyrone
leaned over the limp teen and gave him a lingering kiss,
then stood up and hurried to the doorway; as he unlocked
the thick oak door, he looked back at Kyle and added,
"You really were just wonderful with Rex, baby, and he
likes you a whole lot. You're such a good good girl."
Tyrone stepped into the hall and the Kyle heard the lock
click once again. The dazed teenager's brain spun into a
black whirlpool of mortification and shame as he
remembered what he had done with the slavering German
Shepherd. He instantly burst into uncontrollable tears,
sobbing hysterically as he remembered how he had begged
and pleaded while Mike urged the big dog to keep up the
awful animal licking.
The shaking teen felt sick to his stomach, and his gut
knotted with dry heaves as he gagged and retched, seeing
himself lashed to the seat as the Mike grinned in
delight, petting and praising the big dog as he lapped
and drooled between his legs.
He was suddenly revolted by the touch of the fur bed
throw rubbing against his ass, long soft hair caressing
the back of his thighs; the rich aroma of clean fur in
his nostrils made the sobbing teenager want to vomit. He
felt the waterbed toss and roll as Mike lay down next to
him and the big man cuddled the shaking boy tenderly.
"Easy good girl, take it easy, sweetheart, what is it
baby, what's wrong," the man crooned soothingly, "relax
angel, it's all right, tell Daddy what's wrong good
girl. You take it easy now, good girl, easy now. Tell me
all about it, lover, dry those pretty green eyes and
tell Daddy what's the matter."
"What's the matter? - How can you ask what's the matter?
You know what's wrong," Kyle sobbed brokenly, burying
his face in the pillow, "Jesus fucking Christ, you strip
me naked in front of you and do that awful terrible
stuff for hours with that goddamn dog. You hurt me and
put a collar and a leash on me, you tell me I'm gonna
have to do things that are even worse and then you want
to know what's wrong?
"I'm not gay! I'm not a girl! I don't want to dress like
a girl, and I don't want to play with that dog! You're
even treating me like I'm one of the fucking dogs,
you're turning me into a goddamn trained animal, that's
what's fucking wrong." he choked off into wrenching
hiccups, sniffling and wiping his eyes on the luxurious
silk pillowcase.
"Oh sweetheart, don't think like that, it's no wonder
you're upset," Mike replied tenderly, petting the back
of his neck, "Oh angel boy, you're just torturing
yourself, you're going to make yourself sick if you keep
on thinking that way baby. Tyrone and I care about you,
good girl, we do, and nobody wants to have to hurt you
or have you feel badly."
The man cradled the trembling teen in his arms and
rocked his tenderly, saying "I know it's hard for you to
get used to, it's awful when you go someplace new and
you don't know what to do or say or how to act. That's
why we're going to teach you everything you need to
know, so you can relax and enjoy yourself with us."
Mike gently smoothed the hair back from Kyle's forehead
and gave his a soft kiss on the cheek. "I promise soon
you're going to love looking pretty for me and Tyrone.
You've got such a sweet young figure! And that cute
little ass is so delicious - me and Tyrone just want to
see it looking as tasty as it can be."
Mike continued "And please don't think such ugly bad
things about yourself, angel," he whispered, giving the
naked teenager a reassuring hug, "you're wonderful and
Tyrone and will I love you, you're our good girl. You
mustn't fret so much, baby, just relax and take it easy;
we love you and big Rex loves you too, and once you
really learn how to get along with him I just know
you'll love him right back."
Kyle floundered to sit up in bed and grabbed his hair
desperately. "Mike please, please listen to me," he
wailed in despair, "I can't stay here, I don't want to
do any of these awful things you want; I'm scared and
I'm miserable and I feel all dirty and filthy and
shitty. Please, please, tell Tyrone to let me go, if you
care for me you won't want me to do things that I don't
like, please tell him I don't need to be here and you
don't want me to stay, please."
"Oh sweetheart, you don't understand, we do need you and
we do want you to stay," Mike replied softly, "Tyrone
and I do need to have you stay with us, puppy, we do.
And you'll be do fine here, really you will; once you
learn how to do the things you need to do, you'll like
it, you will, baby, believe me. Tyrone is so looking
forward to seeing your cute little ass all prettied up,
you wouldn't want to break his heart would you?
"I know he looks like a big brute, but he's very
sensitive really! And you've done so well already we can
tell that you're going to just zip through all the other
lessons really quick. You're going to be the best,
sweetheart, the very best, trust me. Once you get to
know Rex and the others you're going to love taking care
of them, and they're all going to love taking care of
you, good girl."
"Others, what do you mean, others?" Kyle asked
fearfully, his face going instantly pale.
"Why, our other sweet puppies, baby, don't you
remember," Mike replied softly, "I told you right after
you woke up, you must have forgotten. We have lots of
big pretty boys you haven't seen yet, angel! You'll get
to meet them all as your lessons go along. But you don't
need to think about all those hungry doggie tongues and
hot thick cocks right now cutie! Tyrone and I have a
nice schedule all set for you.
"You just relax and take it easy, good girl, leave all
that complicated planning to us. Now you dry your pretty
eyes and sit up here, I think I hear Tyrone coming with
your breakfast even now. About time, too, you must be
famished, you poor baby."
Kyle heard the key rasping in the lock as Mike finished
speaking, and he came in carrying a huge tray loaded
with covered dishes. Tyrone smiled warmly at the naked
boy. He savoured Kyle's young figure curled up on the
big bed, with his pale ass turned towards him.
"Stay good girl, you stay, I'll bring it to you."
He brought the tray over to the bed and set it carefully
on the nightstand; the teen boy's eyes widened as he saw
the shining silver dish-covers, the huge glasses of milk
and orange juice. The teenager had thought he'd never
eat again, but his mouth watered at the delicious smells
wafting off the tray and his stomach growled harshly as
he swallowed convulsively.
"Oh puppy, you're starving, you poor baby," Tyrone said
apologetically, "I'm sorry it took so long, good girl. I
wanted to make everything perfect for you 'cause you've
been so good, and you've been wasting away up here while
I fussed with things downstairs. I'm sorry lover, I
really am. You must be hungry as a wolf by now. Will you
forgive me, good girl?"
"Um... Uh... Th-thank you for fixing it for me," Kyle
replied woodenly, shivering as the word wolf triggered
immediate thoughts of the huge German Shepherd, "I
didn't think I was very hungry, but it all smells so
good I'm afraid I might start just drooling any minute."
"You just lie still, good girl," Tyrone said
sympathetically, "I'll get your plate all ready and Mike
will feed you. Lie still, good girl."
"That's right, baby-doll, you just relax and take it
easy," Mike said, "let Mike take care of you, angel.
What good things do you have for our good girl, Tyrone?"
"There's fresh-squeezed orange juice, milk and toast
dripping with melted butter, and look," Tyrone said
proudly as he lifted the silver cover off the plates,
"scrambled eggs with hash browns and sausages and a nice
fresh fruit salad, and," he added, holding up a small
covered dish, "a special surprise, a treat for our good,
good girl."
The men wouldn't let Kyle lift a finger. They made him
keep his hands on his lap, and Mike and Tyrone took
turns feeding the suddenly ravenous runaway. Tyrone made
sure the teenager saved some of his milk but would only
say Kyle would need it with his surprise. After the
smiling men had fed the teen every bite of his
breakfast, Tyrone picked up the covered dish and set it
on Kyle's lap, saying, "I baked these specially for you,
sweetheart, because you were such a good girl for Rex
and Mike and me. Fresh-baked shortbread treats, good
girl."
When Kyle lifted the silver cover the food in his
stomach turned to lead. The shortbread cookies were
golden-brown and still warm and smelled delicious; and
they were all in the exact bone-shape of dog biscuit
treats. Mike held one out to Kyle and Tyrone and Mike
watched with enigmatic smiles as the teenager silently
munched his treats with sips of milk.
"That's for being wonderful, good girl, you did
everything perfect for us, sweetheart," Tyrone said
enthusiastically, "you're so clever, what a good, good
girl. You're going to just do wonders with your training
program, sweetheart! I think you were just made for
this, you have natural talent. In no time at all you'll
be the perfect mascot for the Fox and Hounds Kennel."
"And that reminds me," Tyrone added with a snap of his
fingers, "I'd almost forgotten, I have something else
for you, angel." he reached down into his pocket, and
held up an odd-shaped golden medallion before the
mystified teen, saying, "This is a special gift from
Mike and me to you, good girl. Now close your eyes and
Mike will fix it for you while I get you a mirror. Close
your eyes, good girl."
Kyle looked at Mike as Tyrone went toward the vanity
table, and closed his eyes when the Tyrone nodded
reassuringly. The teenager couldn't figure out what
Tyrone intended; did Mike have a chain to go with the
medallion, or was he supposed to wear it on a bracelet
or what. The teen flinched as he felt Mike's fingertips
on his collar and a horrible suspicion flashed suddenly
through his mind.
"Easy good girl, be still," Mike said softly, "I'll be
done in a second, easy now. There you are, good girl."
"You can open your eyes now, angel," Tyrone said, giving
the teenager a hand-mirror from the vanity, "go ahead,
look at what we have for you, good girl."
Kyle stared into the mirror at the shining medallion
that Tyrone had hung from the ring in the front of his
collar. It was sort of shamrock shaped, with something
engraved into the surface in fine letters; the boy took
a closer look, and finally his brain began to register
what his eyes were telling him. The medallion wasn't a
shamrock at all, it was the shape of dog's paw-print.
The fine engraved lettering fell into sudden focus and
then blurred instantly as Kyle's eyes filled with tears;
Mike and Tyrone had given his a custom dog license tag
that read: Property of The Fox & Hounds Kennel, My Name
Is Kylie. Stricken with mute despair, the teen flung the
mirror down on the bed and looked from Tyrone to Mike
and back to the big black man.
"Welcome to the pack, sweetheart," Tyrone said, the big
man giving the paralyzed teenager a quick hug, "welcome
home, good girl."
Kyle collapsed back onto his pillow with an anguished
moan, burying his face in the silk and sobbing bitterly.
He didn't look up when Mike told Tyrone, "This poor baby
is just totally exhausted, Tyrone, she has to get some
rest. We need to go away so our good girl can get some
sleep, she's just beat. You just lie there and nap,
lover," he added, petting the weeping teen soothingly on
Kyle's bare ass, "we'll let ourselves out and you have a
nice snooze. Go to sleep, good girl."
The men got up from the edge of the bed without another
word and walked silently to the door. They looked back
at the naked teen on the bed, with his head buried and
sobbing with his pert white ass exposed. They looked at
other and grinned. Kyle heard the lock clack open and
waited tensely for the door of his luxurious cage to
close and lock his up with his collar and tag. After a
long minute, the teenager looked up to find Mike was
gone and Tyrone still stood silently gazing at his naked
body from the doorway.
"That's right, lover, welcome to the pack," Tyrone
chuckled, giving the teen a warm, terrifying smile,
"better get some rest, bitch, 'cause you're going to
need it." he started out the door, turned back to Kyle
and whispered, "Mike and I are gonna train your cute
little ass until its absolutely the finest any of our
pretty dogs has ever shoved his big hot cock in.
Pleasant dreams, good girl."
Kyle never heard Tyrone swing the door shut, he was
sobbing so hard; he cried himself to sleep and woke up
pleading and screaming, dreaming he was in the dark van
again. He dozed off once more, tossing fitfully on the
pillows, woke up feeling fur against his thighs and
whimpered in panic before he realized it was the bed and
not the big dog again.
The desperate boy woke up crying and begging twice more
before exhaustion kept the nightmares at bay; later in
the night he had another dream, a very different kind, a
flash of realization when he was caught half-asleep and
halfway awake.
Blinking on the dark edge of awareness, the teenager
floated into dazed consciousness covered with sweat, his
cock half-erect. Confused and breathing fast, he was
petting and stroking the heavy fur throw, half-imagining
he heard a voice in his ear; Kyle shuddered awake in
heart-pounding horror as he realized it was his own
voice drowsily whispering, "Yes big dog, oh yes, yes,
yes..."
***
Kyle thought when he woke up that he might have slept
through an entire day, or two, or maybe a week. He woke
feeling rested but couldn't understand where he was for
a long minute; he gazed around the lavish room in
confusion until the feel of coarse fur under his bare
ass suddenly hit home and he sat up with a gasp.
Sunlight was streaming in through the tall windows, the
wrought-iron trellis-work throwing shadow arabesques on
the thick blue-green carpet. The shadow of the swirling
bars reminded the teen boy that his elegant bedroom was
a luxurious cage, that he had was missing, kidnapped,
had foolishly allowed himself to become a captive. Kyle
felt he was somehow strangely detached from that
reality; he knew he should be terrified, but his body
refused to start up the wild adrenaline panic he had
felt before.
The teenager knew he had practically no chance of
escaping the clutches of Tyrone and Mike at the moment,
and the collar around his throat hammered home his
helplessness every time he caught a glimpse of herself
in the mirror. He saw himself a prisoner in a lace
castle, controlled by two muscley and even handsome men
who turned out to be obsessed with training him as a
sexual toy for a pack of animals.
The boy was numbly aware that for now there was nothing
he could do to stop them from following through with
their plans. He decided to try play along, hoping that
an opportunity for escape would be more likely if he
did.
The despairing runaway's thoughts spun aimlessly. The
sheltered teenager's brief spark of rebellion had only
just been enough to carry him out the back door when
Aunt Jay was napping. His shattering night with the
inescapable dog and his ultimate cooperation with the
men's mortifying instructions had utterly overwhelmed
the passive boy; he had never had a chance against
Tyrone and Mike's domination.
Kyle's own powerlessness seemed to lay a veneer of
tranquillity over his horror and despair, and it was
easier not to think than to face his apprehension about
what Tyrone and Mike would tell his he had to do next.
He walked over to the windows and drew back the gauzy
draperies, gazing out through the bars to the expanse of
landscaped yard between the house and the kennel.
He shivered suddenly when there was a deep barking from
the building and turned his attention to the flagstone
patio just under his windows. Tyrone was sitting naked
at a glass-topped iron table drinking coffee, with a
large pot handy nearby and a second cup across from him,
half-full. Kyle stared at the huge muscles on his arms
and chest, and was suddenly in awe of the power he
controlled.
Mike emerged from the kennel and strolled up the gravel
walkway leading to the house. Mike saw Kyle standing at
the window and waved energetically, then pointed upward
toward him. Tyrone noticed him too and stood up, and
Kyle shivered as he saw Tyrone's thick black cock swing
between his legs. Tyrone looked up at Kyle and asked
something the teen couldn't hear. Tyrone looked at Kyle
with a big smile, motioning up with both hands until the
teenager suddenly understood and raised the window.
"Good morning, puppy," Tyrone called cheerfully, "or
almost good afternoon, sleepyhead. How are you, good
girl?"
"I'm alright I guess," Kyle answered, and then
stammered, "I mean, I'm not -- I feel -- I'm doing
okay." he smiled uncertainly at the man.
"I feel great, angel, and I'm glad to hear you're
feeling better about life. Things always seem better
after a good night's sleep, I think."
"Hi there, puppy," Mike said as he stepped onto the
patio, "ready for some breakfast?"
"Oh yes, thank you," Kyle responded instantly, "that
sounds great. I'm so hungry I could eat a horse." he bit
his lip the moment he thought about what she'd said.
"We don't have any horses around the kennel, baby,"
Tyrone said, looking up at the teen with a wicked laugh,
"but I'm sure we can find something for you. Maybe
horses can go on your to-do list". Kyle went white as a
sheet.
Mike laughed and then said, "Tyrone you're terrible.
Stop talking dirty and go fix our good little puppy
something to eat, you mean thing. Take your mind out of
the gutter and give my puppy a break, can't you see that
he's hungry?"
"I'm going right now, Mike, you don't have to nag me,"
Tyrone replied, laughing as he headed toward the house,
"and don't try to put Kyle on about who's got their mind
on their crotch, brother. I know you can't wait to see
Kylie's cute little ass in action!"
Tyrone called to Kyle as the teenager blushed at the
window, "it's late enough for brunch anyhow. How about
sandwiches and soup, some salad or maybe veggies, what
do you think, good puppy?"
"Yes, yes, yes," Kyle answered, trying to sound
enthusiastic, "I want it all, Tyrone, thank you. Can I
have some orange juice? Can I help?"
"Of course you can have juice, baby, you can have a
gallon of juice if you want it," Mike said as Tyrone
went in the house, "and what a sweetheart you are for
wanting to help. You are such a treasure, Kylie, I'm so
glad we picked you to come and stay with us. I'll go
help Tyrone and you can just relax and enjoy the
sunshine, good girl. See you in a few minutes."
Kyle had just finished getting cleaned up and was
combing out his long his hair at the vanity table when
his door swung open and Mike and Tyrone came in carrying
trays of club sandwiches and tomato soup, with fresh-cut
vegetables, two kinds of dip and a pitcher of fresh
orange juice. The men set the trays on the coffee table
in front of the couch, and Tyrone gave an admiring
whistle as Kyle came over to them.
"That tan really looks good on you, angel," Tyrone said,
"you've got beautiful skin colour and I love the way
your white buttocks show off against it, makes them
extra tasty."
Kyle felt very self-conscious, standing naked in front
of the huge naked black man. Kyle was sporty, and didn't
think of himself as weedy, but he felt like a blade of
grass in front of the giant. He was especially aware of
the man's giant cock, easily three times as long as
Kyle's when flacid, and almost as thick as his arm. He
felt desperate to cover himself. "You won't be mad if I
put something on, would you, Tyrone," Kyle asked softly,
"I didn't know if I should get dressed or not."
"I'll explain the dressing rules and then it'll be easy
for you, lover," Mike told him, putting soup and
sandwich on the table and waving the teenager toward the
couch, "sit good girl, and I'll tell you how it goes.
You can wear whatever you want to unless Tyrone or I
tell you different. If we tell you we want you to wear
something special, you have to wear what you're told. If
we want you to put it on by yourself, you do it; if we
want to dress you ourselves, we'll do it."
Mike came over and settled beside the teenager on the
couch and began softly massaging Kyle's shoulders,
adding, "If we tell you to strip, you have to take
everything off, until you're completely naked in front
of us. If we want to strip you, we'll take all your
clothes off ourselves, you just stand there while we do
it. Except for those four rules you're on your own.
"When you've admitted you're ready to strip one of us
down, we'll talk about it. Eat your sandwich, good
girl." Kyle bit his sandwich, thinking he would never be
ready to undress either of the huge men. He wanted them
as dressed as possible.
As they were finishing brunch, Tyrone looked over at
Kyle and said, "It's a beautiful day, it's sunny and
warm; let's play a dress-up game first, and then maybe
later you'd like to go for a walk, good girl?"
"Oh, yes please Tyrone, can I, I mean can we?" the teen
exclaimed, clapping his hands, thinking a walk might
provide an opportunity for escape, "can we really? Yes,
please, I'd like that a lot. Are you coming too, Mike?"
"Thank you for asking, angel," Mike answered happily,
"of course I will, I wouldn't miss it for the world. I'd
love to see your pretty little butt romping around in
the sunshine, baby; a good girl needs plenty of
exercise. Let's pick out something nice for her first
dress-up game, Tyrone, come on."
The teen watched in embarrassed dismay as the men
searched quickly through the dresser and the armoire,
pulling out one piece of lingerie, then another, the big
men whispering eagerly to each other like two
schoolgirls playing dress-up. The full-length mirror
showed Kyle that his cheeks were red with embarrassment
and shame, but his reflection's cock was semi-hard and
standing out stiffly. Kyle's mind was a whirl of shame,
fear, doubt and confusion, but he had no time to think
before Mike and Tyrone were back with a handful of lacy
lingerie.
"Easy, good girl, take it easy," Mike said soothingly,
"Mike and Tyrone are going to dress you all pretty now,
good girl, just be easy."
"Look what I have for you, angel," Tyrone said, holding
out a pair of long silk stockings, "these lovely hose
will help you look so pretty for us." he knelt quickly
beside the teenager and commanded, "Lift your foot, good
girl, so I can put them on you. Lift your foot, good
girl."
The stockings were thigh-high and ultra-sheer white,
with a scatter of rhinestones up the ankle and onto the
calf, and Tyrone told Mike that they'd set off
beautifully against Kyle's tan. They felt silky smooth
gliding up his legs and it gave him shivers just to
watch in the mirror as Tyrone slid them slowly up his
thighs.
"And now this, sweetheart," Tyrone whispered, picking up
a ruffled garter belt and reaching around the teen's
hips.
Somehow it felt screamingly erotic as Tyrone circled it
around Kyle's waist, all jade green lace and white
elastic, with near-transparent ruffles of pale emerald
silk running down the sides of each garter strap.
The teen shivered as Tyrone fastened the waistband hooks
and attached the straps to the sheer silk hosiery,
murmuring approvingly as he noticed how the delicate
green lace framed and accentuated the teenager's pale
cock and balls. The ruffled garter straps felt luxurious
and decadent stretching down over Kyle's ass and hips, a
lot like Mike's constantly caressing fingers, lightly
fondling the teenager whenever he moved.
"Now see this, angel," Mike crooned, holding a length of
sheer fabric up toward the mirror, "another pretty thing
for our good girl." he stepped close behind the teen,
stroked the soft lace slowly over Kyle's firm smooth ass
and added, "Let me put this on you, lover, hold your
arms back here for me. Such a pretty girl you are, what
a good, good girl."
Mike had brought his a sheer silk and lace baby-doll
nightie, creamy kelly-green with lacework so gossamer it
was like putting cobwebs over his chest and ass. The
dark-haired man held the hip-length gown as the teenager
slipped his arms in; then Mike gently slid his hands
around from Kyle's back, stroking the teen's chest and
nipples with both hands as he adjusted the open front of
the nightie.
Kyle's nipples still stood out stiffly as Mike smoothed
the perfumed lingerie over him, and Mike was breathing
hard as he tugged the ruffled hem down to the garter
belt. Kyle reached up to tie the string bows that held
the nightie closed, and Tyrone instantly reached to hold
his hands down at his hips.
"No, no, good girl, be still," Tyrone ordered firmly,
"leave it open for us, hear me? If we want it tied,
we'll tell you can tie it. Now be still, good girl."
Kyle's stomach knotted. Somehow he now felt more exposed
than he did when he was naked.
"What a pretty girl you are, angel," Mike crooned,
running his hands over the teen's chest and down onto
his hips. The dark-haired man caressed the teenager's
taut ass with both hands and whispered, "You're a very
good girl, Kyle, you've been such a good girl. You look
beautiful, sweetheart; there are only a couple more
things and then you'll be all ready."
Satisfied with the teenager's exotic costume, Mike led
the silk-clad teen closer to the long mirror and removed
another item from the armoire. He brought the consummate
touch from the bottom shelf, pearly patent-leather mules
with wide ankle straps and spike heels so high Kyle knew
he would barely be able to walk in them. Kyle was afraid
to even wonder what he was getting all ready for, and he
was almost relieved at the break in his thoughts when he
got more instructions from Mike.
"Lift this foot, good girl," Mike ordered, kneeling
beside his and guiding his stockinged-foot into the
high-heel shoe, "and now lift this foot. That's right,
that's my good, good girl." Mike buckled the broad
pearl-studded ankle straps and said, "Stand tall now,
baby, that's good. Look how pretty you are, sweetheart,
isn't she a pretty girl, Tyrone?"
"They fit perfectly. She looks just like an angel,"
Tyrone whispered, "disguised as an expensive whore. You
are beautiful, baby, and I think you're ready to get
started your first lesson. You stay right where you are,
good girl; Mike will put your bracelets on while I go
get Rexie for you." Kyle's eyes widened in panic and he
gazed pleadingly at Mike as Tyrone went over and
unlocked the door, then peered into the hall; the
teenager started shaking as Tyrone stepped out the door
and whistled sharply.
"Easy good girl, take it easy," Mike whispered
soothingly, kissing Kyle softly on the mouth and
caressing the boy's cock softly, "it's all right, you're
okay." Mike reached into a dresser drawer and pulled out
a pair of wide, velvet-lined leather wrist-bands,
studded with rhinestones and heavy buckles. "All you
have to do is listen to Tyrone and then do absolutely
everything he tells you," the man continued, wrapping a
heavy bracelet around the teen's right wrist and
fastening the buckle.
"Just make sure you do what Tyrone says baby. Rex won't
hurt you, angel, he's going to make you feel good; and
there isn't much new to learn today, this is only the
first lesson, kind of going over what Rexie showed you
last night," Mike added, buckling the other strap around
Kyle's left wrist. "Tyrone and I will tell you what you
need to do good girl, take it easy."
Sobbing in horror and despair, the Kyle balanced
carefully on the spike heels, swallowed the last of his
tears and stared blankly into the long mirror. His
reflection gazed tearfully back, a beautiful girlish
boy, a victim in collar and lace, waiting in numb horror
while his two cheerful captors prepared to introduce him
to his trained canine lover. The huge Shepherd came up
the stairs and down the hall at a full gallop as Tyrone
stepped back in the door; he dashed into Kyle's room and
Tyrone locked the door while hopeful Rex frisked around
the room in eager anticipation.
Kyle could see that the big dog obviously knew what was
coming and was looking forward to working him over once
again. The teenager threw a last desperate glance at
Mike, but Mike was breathing hard and his eyes were
shining as he watched the eager animal prancing in
circles around Kyle. Tyrone walked over to the teen and
smiled encouragingly, before slapping Kyle gently on his
exposed ass.
"Stand here in front of the mirror, good girl," he said
quietly, pointing where he wanted the teenager to move;
Kyle shuffled awkwardly in the unfamiliar heels, but
obediently positioned himself in front of the huge
mirror and waited fearfully to see what would happen
next. The boy watched in surprise as Mike went over to
the closet and brought two tall, heavy brass pipes over
beside the mirror.
The teen stared in confusion while Mike slid one post
into a socket in the floor about five feet in front of
the mirror on the left side, then moved over to the
right side and fitted the other post into place. Kyle
still couldn't figure out what was going on as Mike took
his hand and pulled him gently into place between the
two metal posts, facing the huge mirror.
Kyle gave a strangled moan as Tyrone commanded, "Now
spread your legs, lover, make some room for your big boy
down there. Spread your legs for him, good girl." he
watched as Kyle shifted his feet apart slightly, then
said, "Wider, baby, move your feet apart more," Tyrone
stepped close to the trembling teen, using his foot to
move the boy's high-heel shoe to the right spot, "that's
it, my good, good girl."
Kyle watched in humiliated silence as Mike pulled a
short length of chain from the dresser drawer and
dropped to his knees beside the confused teen. The
teenager had a flash of shocked understanding when Mike
quickly snapped one end of the chain to a heavy ring at
the base of the brass post and the other end onto the
ankle strap of Kyle's right shoe. Before the stunned boy
could speak, the man moved to his other side and snapped
a second chain at his left ankle, anchoring the teen in
place between the metal posts with his legs spread wide.
The big dog scrambled around in front of the mirror and
stopped directly in front of the horrified teenager;
tongue lolling, the Shepherd sniffed delicately at his
stockinged thigh and then turned to look at Tyrone,
obviously waiting for Tyrone's permission to begin
eating him alive. "Please, Tyrone, please," the
anguished teenager whispered imploringly, "Please don't
let him--"
"Quiet good girl, be still," Tyrone ordered sharply,
"don't make me scold you again. We're almost ready,
baby; now raise your arms up like this for me." Tyrone
took Kyle's hands and pulled the boy's arms up over his
head, stretching his wrists out to either side. Kyle
gave a strangled sob as Tyrone held his arms stretched
up over his head while Mike took two more short chains
from the drawer and anchored the hapless boy's wrists to
the brass pillars.
Tyrone walked around Kyle as the weeping boy stared at
himself, studied the sobbing teen chained spread-eagle
before the mirror and then said, "That's good baby,
that's a good, good girl. Now stay, hear me, you stay
good girl. The only thing we need to do now is give you
a little something to help you relax and enjoy yourself;
get the surprise for our good girl, Mike my love."
Mike hurried to the dresser, then came back with a small
carved wood box and took out what looked like the clear
plastic face mask they used to give people oxygen in
hospitals. Kyle watched dumbstruck as Mike took a thin
cigarette from the box and stuck it into a short tube in
the front of the mask. Mike held a lighter to the end of
the cigarette, held the mask against his face and
inhaled, breathing deep as the smoke swirled into the
clear plastic covering his nose and mouth. He stared as
the man held his breath and pulled the mask away from
his face, holding it out toward the captive teenager.
"All you have to do is breathe, angel," Tyrone said with
a smile, "Mike will hold the mask for you."
"I don't want any of that, Tyrone, whatever it is," Kyle
whispered, "I've never smoked in my whole life."
"You do now, angel," Tyrone replied, "and you're gonna
like it a lot, I promise. This isn't tobacco,
sweetheart," he added as Mike exhaled noisily, "no nasty
nicotine at all, it's a little mixture Mike and I put
together."
"It's really great shit, puppy" Mike added, moving the
mask toward Kyle's face, "it'll make you feel so good
and you'll really like it, we know you will." As the
desperate teenager angrily turned his face away, Mike
clamped one hand around the back of the boy's neck and
pressed the mask tightly over the helpless teen's nose
and mouth.
Kyle twisted and jerked against the chains holding his
in place, but there was no way to escape the strong man.
The captive teen tried to hold his breath, but Mike kept
the mask clamped over his face until the boy gave up and
gasped for air. Smoke swirled into the mask and Kyle
choked as he sucked the heavy, spicy-smelling vapour
down into his lungs. The teen gave a wracking cough and
his next strangled breath pulled even more of the smoke
into the mask; the stuff tasted acrid and somehow sweet
at the same time as he choked and sucked in a third
gasping breath.
The teenager's ears rang and he felt suddenly dizzy.
Tyrone watched with a smile as Mike held the mask in
place while Kyle struggled and screamed, coughing and
gasping in still more of the dense, sweet-smelling
smoke. Kyle was sobbing and panting for breath when Mike
finally pulled the mask away. The boy's head was
spinning and he could feel his pulse racing; his knees
were weak and he thought he would have fallen if he
hadn't been chained in place. His skin tingled and he
thought he could hear his blood rushing through his
veins.
"What-what is that shit," he gasped, swaying with tears
in his eyes, "what is going on, I feel weird as hell,
what the hell did you do to me?"
"Just a little something Mike and I came up with, a
mixture of things, baby," Tyrone replied with a chuckle,
"a little hashish and some opium to help you relax, some
mushroom to increase your sensitivity, and a pinch of
cocaine to speed up your heart and get you excited. It
will loosen you up, kind of put you in the right frame
of mind to really appreciate sexy Rexie more. And I
think he's about ready now, Mike, so go ahead and get
him started."
"Sit, Rex, sit boy," Mike commanded, patting the smooth
inside of Kyle's thigh just below his cock, "come sit
right here for Kyle, sweetheart, sit up baby." The teen
tugged helplessly at his bonds and stood shaking and
crying in his towering heels as the obedient animal
moved to sit between his legs. When he felt the dog's
first sultry breath waft against his cock, Kyle dropped
his head and closed his eyes.
"Now be still, good girl," Tyrone ordered softly, "you
be still. All right, Rex, make Kyle happy."
Rex sat quietly with his dripping muzzle inches away
from the teenager's exposed cock, snorting softly, and
panting furnace-hot breath over his balls. When the
sobbing teen remained obediently motionless, the big
Shepherd leaned slightly forward and licked delicately
at the front of his cock. Unable to escape the watching
men and the determined animal, Kyle stood helpless in
front of the mirror, legs spread wide on either side of
the big dog, balancing awkwardly with his semi-flacid
cock exposed for Rex's slavering jaws.
Rex wasted no time in getting Kyle's whole cock and
balls in his hot panting mouth. Kyle shivered in fear as
he felt the big dog's teeth against his exposed balls.
Despite himself, the hot moist feeling caused his cock
to stiffen a little sending shivers up his flat belly
and making his nipples stiffen too.
Kyle's breath caught in his throat as the sweltering
dog-tongue rasped over the curly hair around his snatch,
but somehow the velvet touch of the Shepherd's tongue on
his privates today was not quite bad enough to send his
into the screaming panic he had felt last night. His
heart was pounding, his skin tingled and he felt like
electricity was running through his nerves; his thoughts
were racing and he realized with horror that the drugs
the depraved men had given his was taking over his body
and his brain.
The excited Shepherd's drool-slathered tongue washed up
between the captive teen's shivering thighs, slithering
from the back of his balls forward, spreading his
sensitive shaft lips and flickering up to his glans.
Helpless, marooned spread-legged with the gargoyle dog
lapping at him contentedly, Kyle felt his crotch warming
and his cock buzzing with depraved excitement minute by
minute.
He writhed and jerked over the animal's muzzle,
realizing that Tyrone and Mike were right, the drugs
would make his respond no matter how horrified he felt.
The big dog's licking escalated as his renegade cock
began to swell and the eager animal tasted the
teenager's pre-cum. Tyrone and Mike watched with wide
grins as the teenager's cheeks flushed and his nipples
stiffened beneath the thin silk negligee. The
defenceless teen heard himself breathing harder, and
felt himself straining up on tiptoe each time the
tenacious Shepherd's velvet-smooth tongue lathered over
his glans.
The softly weeping teen moaned deep in his throat and
Mike and Tyrone stared in fascination as Rex continued
the slow steady lapping at his cock, tail wagging,
drooling on the frizzy bronze pubic hair between the
lacy garter straps. The massive dog panted and slavered
over the teenager's warm cock, and the lace tops of his
stockings quickly darkened as aroused doggie saliva
trickled down his thighs. Within minutes, Kyle began
breathing faster and the teenager's tan stomach twitched
with the pulse hammering in his increasingly steamy
snatch.
When his quivering cock began twitching in Rex's mouth
and doggie saliva soaked Kyle's lace-trimmed stockings,
Rex began licking harder and faster at the delicious
teenage cock stiffening in front of him. Kyle felt his
crotch begin to loosen and throb as hot blood surged to
his pubes; the scanty lace garter belt gave no cover at
all to his responsive cock.
"Slow, baby, go slow for Kyle," Tyrone commanded as the
Shepherd began working up a consistent rhythm, "go slow
for the good girl, lover, make it last. I want to see
our pretty bitch all wired up before you finish, big
dog. Open your eyes, sweetheart," he added to Kyle, "I
want you to watch him while he does it to you. Open your
eyes, good girl, watch."
Kyle's eyes snapped open, focusing on the huge Shepherd
lapping enthusiastically amid the silk and lace around
his soaked and thoroughly inflamed cock. Staring in
horrified fascination at his reflection in the huge
mirror, the teen was mortified at the awful vision of
the enormous animal crouched between his thighs, jaws
gaping as he licked slowly and deliberately at his
swelling penis.
The tall heels put his sensitive cock at the ideal
height for the big dog's lapping. The teenager's
forehead was beaded with sweat and he gasped for breath
as the big dog's tongue lathered over his balls, around
his thighs and up to his flat belly, then dropped back
down between the ruffled straps that framed his dripping
cock.
The inescapable eager tongue swarming over his lace-
sheathed bush made the captive teen shudder with
shameful desire, and he sobbed with humiliation as the
chains held his spread-eagled in front of the mirror.
Kyle moaned in despair as he realized that the incessant
licking was slowly making him hotter and hotter while
Mike and Tyrone watched his every move; he choked back a
sob when Tyrone's voice gave the next order of his awful
lesson.
"Pet the pretty boy a little bit now, Mike," Tyrone
whispered huskily, "let Rex know how much Kyle likes
having him do that for his baby doll. Pet the big dog so
he knows he's making his bitch happy."
Mike reached down and stroked the head of the big dog.
Kyle flushed crimson with shame as the excited dog
licked up and down his now fully erect cock. Tyrone
grinned at the spread-eagled boy, obviously delighted at
the teenager's arousal. "See pretty puppy! I told you
he'd make you feel good. You're almost ready to pop from
just sexy Rexie's tongue! Maybe it's time to bring in
another playmate! Mike, why don't you fetch Prince?"
Kyle froze in horror and stared at Tyrone in dismay as
Mike walked to the bedroom door, and stepped out for a
minute. He looked at Tyrone, who was grinning widely at
the bound teen. "I think you're ready for another
playmate, my cute little puppy!"
A moment later in bounded a giant Harlequin Dane. Mike
followed "This is Prince, lover, and he's going to
become one of your very favourites, I'll bet. Just look
at the cock on that big boy." The huge dog trotted round
the room, clearly excited. Kyle gasped at the dog. Mike
was right; Prince had a huge, erect cock, bright red
under his black and white coat. Kyle shivered, but his
cock was still rock hard in Rex's hot wet mouth.
Tyrone laughed and squeezed the blonde boys exposed
buttocks "Can you imagine Kylie, what that big beautiful
monster can do?"
Kyle actually retched a little before he caught his
breath. He was petrified, pathetically straining at his
bonds, tied in lacy lingerie, a helpless toy for the
enormous men and their huge dogs.
"Don't worry sweetie, we'll go at your pace" Tyrone
whispered in Kyle's ear. "We want you to love this, so
lets build up gradual." He called Prince over behind
Kyle, and the teen twisted to see where he went. He
didn't wonder for long, as seconds later he felt a hot
wet tongue flick across his right buttock. Kyle looked
in the mirror and saw that the massive dog was
positioned opposite Rex. As he watched he felt the huge
bristly muzzle of the dog push against his tight
buttocks.
"Relax baby. Let him in. You're only putting of the
inevitable," Mike cooed. Hanging his head and crying
silently in his silk and lace, Kyle watched in the
mirror as Mike slowly reached down to the big dog and
stroked his head and rubbed his ears; he groaned in
despair as the warm tongue rasped against between his
butt cheeks, searching and probing. The shattered teen
stared at himself in the long mirror with Mike petting
the panting Harlequin and rubbing his ears and neck as
he snuffled and drooled up and down Kyle's pert globes.
As one dog worked his ass, so Rex kept on going licking
and nuzzling his stiff cock and now aching balls. Kyle
felt disgusted by the scene, but could not stop his
arousal, or hide it from his captors.
"There you go lover." I knew you'd love our games. "Now
why don't you relax a little more, and let Prince show
you what he can do?"
With one hand Mike reached up and softly stroked the
blonde teens tingling nipple. He kissed the boy's neck
and nibbled his earlobe. "My good, good girl." He
whispered. "Hey Ty. Why don't you come and tell Kylie
here what a good puppy he is?"
The huge black man came on the other side of Kyle, and
mirrored Mike's pose. His huge hand crawled up the
helpless teen's stomach and chest and found his waiting
nipple. Kyle sobbed and cried as now both men and the
two huge dogs caressed, licked, squeezed and nipped the
young boy's most sensitive parts.
"I still don't think he's quite there yet Mike. Prince
isn't looking like he's getting enough." Tyrone reached
over to Mike's free hand and placed it on Kyle's right
ass cheek. "Open this puppy up for Prince, Mike baby."
"Please Mike don't.." Kyle gasped as the big man's hand
pulled at Kyle's straining ass.
"Let me help too sweetie" said Tyrone grabbing his side
of Kyle's ass.
"Oh god.. No.." Kyle chocked on tears as the two men,
grabbing a butt-cheek each, pulled his ass open,
completely exposing his delicate young rosebud for the
excited dog behind him.
Prince let out an excited woof, and Kyle felt a thick
tongue lapping at his ring. Shivering uncontrollably,
Kyle groaned and panted desperately for breath while the
huge dog worked its tongue up and down and across his
quivering ring.
Tyron and Mike each with a nipple in one hand, kept him
wide open for the eager dog. Rex didn't stop his devoted
attention to Kyle's aching cock, which to Kyle's shame
remained rock hard despite his humiliation.
As Kyle's spirit failed, his resistance weakened, and
the Harlequin was able to slip his eager tongue slightly
into the teenager's maiden hole. He slavered and licked,
and stroked and pushed against the boy's delicate ring.
The trapped teenager felt his mind going as his body
betrayed him for all to see. As the sensation in his
asshole increased, and with the ever-enthusiastic Rex
crouched slavering between his thighs; the throbbing in
his crotch was building and he knew he had to get a
break or he would come at any moment.
Kyle couldn't stand the idea that he would orgasm like
this. He tried swaying his hips from side to side to
keep the velvet tongue away from his cock, shifting and
jittering until he was virtually dancing before the
mirror, twitching and gasping with his cock hovering
over the skilful animal's tireless licking. Despite his
fear and mortification, Kyle found himself responding
with increasing excitement to the dog's expert tongue.
Letting go of Kyle's nipple, Mike ran his hand down his
neck and chest, then stroked his hands up the insides of
Kyle's stockinged-thigh. Mike rubbed the lace ruffles of
the garter belt against the teenager's smooth upper
thighs and brought his hand up again to caress Kyle's
pointed nipple. Kyle's mouth was dry and his breath came
fast as Tyrone also fondled a firm bud, rolling the
teen's swollen pink nipple between thumb and forefinger.
Straightening bolt upright, Kyle dropped his head back
and panted for air as Mike and Tyrone kept playing with
his nips, still swivelling his crotch in lingering
circles over the continuous doggie blowjob, and
relentless analingus.
The Shepherd made delighted whining noises between the
shuddering teen's legs as he continued tonguing his
eager cock toward meltdown. Moaning and shaking, Kyle
clenched his fists around his chains and dropped his
head down, crying in silence as the eager Shepherd
lapped maddeningly at his melting cock while Mike leaned
over to lick his aching nipples.
He realized he was totally helpless, every move
controlled by the men intently watching the two obedient
animals licking eagerly between his legs. The teenager
thought that he couldn't be more humiliated, desperate
and ashamed, but Tyrone's next order made his understand
that the two men had other plans.
"Oh, Kylie, you're so close! You're such a slut for
these big doggies. I knew you would give it all up once
they got to work! Now talk to the big dogs, good girl,"
Tyrone commanded softly, moving a huge hand around the
teenager's delicate neck. "I want you to tell Rexie and
Prince how much you like to have them lick you. Let the
pretty dogs know how good it is for you, baby. Speak to
them, good girl, speak."
Continued in chapter 3...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously
consider seeking professional help.
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