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(MM/m- teen, beast/m-teen, nc, rp, 1st, intr, bd, huml, cd, tg, anal) *** Chapter 1: In Search of Adventure Kyle didn't realise it was raining cats and dogs until the mall was closing; it was pitch dark and pouring when the teenager stepped outside, shivering as the wind whipped gusts of spray around under the side entrance canopy. He turned around to pound on the door, but the security rent-a-cop was nowhere in sight and more lights flicked off inside even as he watched. The boy's shoulder length hair flicked round his sagging shoulders as he tried to figure out whom he could call for a ride and where he would spend the night. After tonight’s ultimate screaming match with Aunt Jay, and sneaking out to run away, Kyle knew Auntie Jay was guaranteed to be pissed off to the max. Despite years of reasoning, pleading and whining, Kyle couldn't convince Aunt Jay to let him out of the damned all-boys Christian private school, and living with his maiden aunt's constant nagging and control was getting to be a real drag. With no dating except for goofy school dances with chaperones everywhere and only prudish bible-bashing girls invited to the dippy dances, Kyle felt all revved up with no place to go. Auntie Jay had raised Kyle after his mom and dad were killed in a plane crash when Kyle was only three, and Jay always seemed to find ways to remind the boy of the sacrifices she'd made raising his sister's little boy, like Auntie had given up her whole life for Kyle's sake. Looking at how much insurance money she'd gotten control of, Kyle thought, it was hard to see where any sacrifice had come into the picture. Certainly neither Kyle nor Aunt Jay had ever lacked for anything for as far back as the teenager could remember. The only thing the angry boy knew for sure was that he wasn't going back; even if he called and apologised and begged to come home he'd get told to walk back in the rain anyhow, so why call up to get bitched out all over again. I'll be eighteen years old in a few months, he thought angrily, and I can't drive, I can't pick my own clothes, I can't pick my own friends, I can't date. I’m fit and strong, with a body girls would like if I could only meet some. I look fucking cool in my surf stuff or my baseball kit, and except for the drawings in the biology text and checking out a Playboy magazine at Jonny's house, I’ve never seen a girl without clothes on. I've had it, he told himself angrily, I want more and I deserve more. I'm smart and cool and ready and I want some excitement, some adventure in my life. I want to go places and see things, to learn about life for real, not this sanitised and disinfected and Christian bullshit crap Auntie wants to hand me. I want to meet people and have exciting things happen to me. Maybe I could become famous even. Maybe someone will spot my good looks and get me into the movies. But most of all I want to have sex - I want to screw like a wild animal! Living with my aunt is like being a captive in my own house and I'm fed up; I'll find someplace to stay where people aren't always telling me what to do and how to act. To hell with Auntie and all her paranoia and control; I'll find someplace where people will appreciate me and teach me and give me a chance to really develop my real potential, however and whatever it is. Jamming his hands in the pockets of his skimpy windbreaker, the shivering teen braced himself to step out into the downpour. Goosebumps were already climbing up his thighs under his shorts, in thirty seconds he'd be soaked to the skin, a real bummer since he'd celebrated his decision to run away by boosting some new underwear from the mall. The Calvin Klein boxers were kind of expensive and sexy things he always wanted and old maid Aunt Jay refused to buy or even allow Kyle to buy when he earned his own money. Kyle could just imagine getting undressed in front of somebody and seeing the look on their face when they saw his meaty cock framed in his new shorts, just below his nicely developing six-pack. Bracing himself, the boy took a deep breath; he was ready to plunge across the huge empty parking lot to the pay phones when an old panel van cruised over to the curb and stopped beside him. A stocky young man with a crew-cut and a red trucker shirt cranked down the driver side window and said, "Need a ride somewhere, buddy?" "God yes, you're a lifesaver, I was gonna phone my aunt and beg forgiveness, she'd shit if he knew I was here," Kyle replied, "I knew she wouldn't pick me up and I was gonna have to walk and I'd get washed down a storm drain and disappear forever. Which way you headed?" "I thought I was supposed to ask where you're headed," the trucker at the wheel said with a laugh, "I'm headed where it's warm and dry, where do you wanna be on a night like this? The passenger side door handle doesn't work, just catch that side cargo door and jump in before you get soaked." The side door scraped along the slide-track as Kyle jerked back on the handle; he barely noticed there was no dome light on as he plunged inside. The shivering boy had only a brief glimpse of the dark interior, curtains just behind the front seats, before a huge muscled black guy came out of the darkness and grabbed his collar. Kyle tried to strike his assailant but the man was huge, and far stronger than the young teen. As one thick arm wrapped round the struggling boy another clasped a wet rag to Kyle’s face. As Kyle struggled and strained he inhaled through the rag. His strength failed him, and he sagged like a rag doll in the big man’s arms. Kyle vaguely heard the sliding door slam, and he flopped helplessly on the floor as the van pulled quietly out of the parking lot. It was pitch dark in the back of the van and the stunned teenager could hardly make out anything in the dim glow of streetlights from the windshield. His body weak and his head spinning, Kyle still wasn't sure what happened. There was a ringing in his ears and his hands and feet felt numb and tingly. He could see that the centre bench seat was gone, leaving the middle of the van wide open; he sprawled like a broken puppet as hands pulled his floundering up onto the back seat. Confused and weak, every muscle quivering, Kyle tried to focus on the big black man sitting beside him; the man quickly pulled the boy's right hand up to a metal ring at the top of the seat back. Kyle couldn't move as the man picked up a cord of hemp rope tied to the ring and wrapped it firmly around his wrist, tying a clove’s hitch to anchor the teenager's arm in place. The shivering blonde boy couldn't make his arms or legs work as the huge muscled guy dragged his left arm up into place and tied that wrist solidly to another ring. Before Kyle could say a word, the black guy wrapped a wide length of ribbon across his mouth and pulled it firmly over his lips and cheeks, making another knot just beneath his ear. The twitching teenager tried feebly to kick as he felt the man pull his left ankle over and lash it tight to something fastened to the floor. The helpless blonde teen's angry yells came out as muffled grunting noises while the man hauled his right ankle across the carpet, tying it solidly in position. When both ankles were firmly tied, he slipped Kyle's shoes off and tossed them under the seat. The big black man grinned as Kyle heaved and jerked helplessly at the velvet straps holding his spread-eagle on the back seat. Satisfied that the captive teenager was totally unable to move, the burly man settled next to Kyle and whispered gently in his ear. "You might as well just relax and get ready to enjoy the ride, angel," he breathed into the bound boy’s ear, "like they say, leave the driving to us, okay? Don't worry, baby, you won't get bored, I promise; in fact, I guarantee us pickin' you up will be the most exciting thing that ever happened to you." Leaving the trapped blonde boy struggling futilely on the back seat, the giant black man stepped toward the front of the van and slipped through the curtain stretched behind the driver and passenger seats. Kyle saw his huge silhouette against the fabric as he told the driver, "We're all set, Mike, he's nice and comfy, no problems. It's gonna work out just fine, there wasn't anyone around and nobody saw his get in; we'll just go for a cruise and take him in once he gets broke in a little." The stunned teenager jerked desperately against the ropes at his wrists and ankles, but it felt like he was like trying to move a brick wall. Kyle's brain went into screaming terror as he realised these two men were actually kidnapping him, and he whined and gurgled behind the ribbon gag covering his mouth. The frightened blonde boy abruptly froze motionless on the seat when he suddenly saw a dark mound behind the driver's seat was moving. The boy's eyes widened as the biggest German Shepherd he had ever seen got to his feet, stretched lazily and stepped back toward him. The cute teen sat dead still and watched anxiously as the huge animal approached; he flinched when the Shepherd sniffed at his toes and his cold nose slid over his rope-bound ankle. Kyle was rigid with fear as the big dog took another step forward and settled on his haunches between his feet. The captive teen thought he'd simply die of plain embarrassment when the animal casually poked his muzzle against his shorts and began sniffing his way around his groin. The big dog settled soundlessly between Kyle's spread legs and leaned forward directly in front of him, tongue hanging as he sniffed at crotch. The Shepherd's hot panting huffed over the horrified boy's leg, warming his thighs and his crotch. Kyle squirmed and wriggled helplessly on the seat as the dog nosed between his spread legs, shoving his nose against the flies of his shorts. Kyle realised with horror that his flies were undone, either by accident or by his black captor he didn’t know, and now the big dog was opening them up with his nose. When he felt the huge Shepherd's hot breath huffing against his new stolen pants, Kyle started yelling and jerking frantically against the velvet ties again; his screams emerged as shrill nasal whining while the big dog nosed eagerly at his crotch. The desperate teen tried swivelling his hips away from the dog's questing muzzle, but all his frantic wiggling didn't seem to discourage the animal at all. Kyle screamed in shock against his velvet gag when he felt the big dog's rough tongue rasp over the fabric of his pants, right above his sensitive cock. The horrified teenager heaved frantically against the ribbons anchoring his wrists and ankles, whining shrilly as the enormous Shepherd began delicately licking at his barely covered cock. Kyle's breath caught in his throat, squirming frenziedly as the sweltering dog-tongue rasped over the thin material stretched tight against his cock, but the velvet touch of the Shepherd's tongue was inescapable. The frantic blonde choked and shrieked into his gag as the big dog started a slow steady lapping at his groin, his tail wagging as he drooled on the frizzy bronze pubic hair under the thin material. The cute little surfer-boy made a pleading whimper through the gag and shivers raced from his taut thighs over his belly; the huge Shepherd ignored the shivering blonde's desperate whining, his wide tongue stroking and nuzzling the teen’s sensitive penis. It wasn’t long before, to his horror, Kyle started to get an erection. The big dog soundlessly continued lapping and snuffling the trapped teenager's spread crotch, regardless of his whimpering pleading and thrashing. The hapless blonde gave another muffled shriek of horror and outrage, jerking his hips to try and escape the determined animal. He didn't realise his writhing was annoying the big dog until the irritated Shepherd snarled menacingly on his lap. Kyle stopped twisting and screaming, freezing in place as the angry animal snapped viciously between his legs, grabbing his balls in his mouth. He didn’t bite, but Kyle was in no doubt that it was a warning. Kyle collapsed on the seat, trembling and helpless as the Shepherd immediately continued his eager tongue job; the big dog never slowed the dedicated eager licking at his crotch. As soon as the terrified boy lay still with his penis now engorged, the animal intensified the maddening licking, tail again wagging contentedly as he slurped and drooled over the teenager's hard, wet cock. As agonised minutes slowly crawled past, Kyle's breathing quickened and his nipples started to stiffen and stand up inside his T shirt; the teenager's stomach twitched with the pulse hammering in his increasingly steamy groin. The inescapable eager tongue swarming over his cock made the captive boy squirm and sweat despite his terror of his gleaming fangs and the ropes that kept him pinned motionless in the seat for the dog. The hair on Kyle's arms was standing up and the skin on his stomach broke out in goose bumps as the dog lapped; he lay helpless on the seat, crying speechlessly with the excited Shepherd sitting between his trembling thighs, moaning through his nose as the fiery rough tongue danced over his throbbing crotch. As the interminable licking continued, Kyle was gasping for breath so hard he couldn't even try to scream anymore. He opened his eyes and blinked frantically through the tears when there was a sudden break in the rhythm of the dog's persistent licking. He saw the big black man moving back toward him, smiling at the struggling boy and looked down at the boy’s bulging crotch. “Rex! What have you found there! Is there a bone in there for you to play with?” Kyle was mortified. But his hopes raised as the big man pulled Rex back slightly and sat down next to Kyle. For such a huge man he talked gently. "Hello again, angel. My name's Tyrone, and I know from your ID that your name is Kyle, but your such a cutie I think I'll call you Kylie! I see you've already met Rex" the man spoke softly with his face close to Kyle’s ear. Kyle could feel his breath on his neck. "You two are making friends so quick! Mike and I were sure he'd like you, and I know you're really gonna love him, angel." Kyle's eyes widened with apprehension as the huge man reached forward and unzipped his windbreaker; he snapped into full-blown panic when Tyrone pulled out a large knife and began cutting his T-shirt open. Tyrone slowly cut the chest from the groin upwards, and Kyle stiffened as the knife came up to his neck. The blonde boy writhed helplessly, shrieking against his velvet gag as big black hands spread the torn T-shirt and jacket wide, exposing Kyle's tight stomach and hairless chest. The teenager sobbed in horror as Tyrone's hands moved across his chest down to his board shorts, the big hands popping open the button, and then tugging them down to his knees giving the Shepherd better access to the captive teen's crotch. Kyle's stomach was rock hard as he strained against his bonds, desperate to escape. “Wow cutie, what a tight body you’ve got under there!” Tyrone exclaimed as he stroked Kyle’s flat abs. Kyle was too frantic to think of screaming when he felt Tyrone softly rubbing his nipples; the gentle massage was so casual and deliberate he couldn't believe it was happening. The hapless teenager gave a muffled shriek when the huge man leaned forward and pressed his full lips against the boy's stiff left nipple. The feel of the man’s lips on his sensitive areola drove him to a frenzy of helpless thrashing and whining; the dark- skinned hulk crouched close beside squirming blonde licking sensually on the teenager's stiff and sensitive nipples. "Hearing you rolling around back here with Rex really made me so hot, baby-doll," the man whispered, as he pinched Kyle’s nipples and ran his tongue up Kyle's neck and sighing hot breath into his ear. "I was ready to come myself just listening to you wiggling around like that, honey," he continued, pinching hard at Kyle’s left nipple, "and I really think sexy Rexie wants to get to know you better now that we have the chance. You just lie back and take it easy, angel, and let Tyrone help you relax for him, okay?" He leaned over and sucked Kyle's shell-pink nipples one after another while keeping his hand pressed against the shivering teenager's throbbing crotch. Kyle sobbed in despair as Tyrone pushed the Shepherd's muzzle away from his crotch and tugged gently at the front of the saliva soaked pants. The desperate blonde boy writhed and jerked against his bonds, horrified to imagine what Tyrone had in mind; he got his answer as the big man put his knife to the elastic of Kyle’s pants and then pulled them with his huge strength, ripping the fabric and pulling the shredded the pants completely away. The captive teenager screamed hysterically behind his gag as the big Shepherd lunged forward again and his slavering tongue stroked over his totally exposed cock and balls. In seconds both were in the dog’s mouth and he could feel sharp teeth and a hot tongue on his most sensitive parts. "Now there, isn't that better, baby," Tyrone whispered to the struggling blonde, running his big fingers lightly over the frantic teenager's hard nipples. "Rex really loves slurping cock, honey," the man added softly, "and I know you've never had anything as wonderful as his licking in your life. Don’t worry though, he won’t hurt you, just try to sit still. How about I just stay here and keep you company while he gives you a treat; I think I want to watch him make you sweat." Kyle sobbed, and Tyrone felt shivers racing over his belly and across his chest; he wriggled frantically in the seat as the Shepherd's wide wet tongue washed over his balls and along the shaft of his cock. The big dog seemed even more intent now that his young cock was completely exposed to him, making a contented rumbling deep in his throat and wagging his tail as he worked delightedly on the gasping teenager. Moaning and shaking, Kyle collapsed limp on the seat and dropped his head back, crying silently as the eager animal lapped maddeningly at his raging cock. He realised he was totally helpless, tied spread-eagle and powerless to stop the obstinate animal licking eagerly between his legs. With a burst of absolute horror, Kyle suddenly realised that no one would even knew he wasn't coming home for hours, maybe not till tomorrow morning. If Auntie didn't check to make sure Kyle was still in his room, he wouldn't be missed and these crazy guys could just let the canine monster between his legs keep on tonguing his cock until he was screaming out loud. As if he sensed his powerlessness, the dog leaned forward between his shaking thighs and shifted his lapping into high gear, his wide tongue lathering over his open bobbing cock as fast as he could lick. In seconds, the distraught teenager was panting for breath and shaking like a leaf, his buzzing penis driving him wild. Shrieking shrilly against the gag, the horror-stricken blonde heaved and thrashed desperately against the ropes that pinned him wide open for the Shepherd's attention. "That's right, angel, fight it, that's real good," Tyrone purred in his ear, pulling delicately at the frantic teenager's nipples, "work hard, you try real hard, baby. Rex really likes to feel pretty things squirm when he eats 'em, and we just love to watch it. We want you to try everything you can think of, sweetheart, watching you fight to get away from it is really sweet." After several minutes of the dog and Tyrone teasing the exposed boy, the teenager gasped with relief as Tyrone straightened up and stopped playing with Kyle's stiff nipples. But his relief soon turned to sobs of despair when Tyrone reached down finally used the knife to cut off all the remaining shreds of clothing: his jacket, torn T-shirt, ripped shorts, and even his socks leaving the horrified teen stripped totally naked before the eager Shepherd. "And watch it is something we all get to do, sweetheart," the big man whispered softly, flipping a switch on the van wall, "including you." Kyle whimpered as a mini-spotlight in the van roof flashed on, lighting him up, plunging the rest of the interior into blackness. His eyes widened in disbelief as a large flat-screen colour TV flashed on, facing him from the behind the driver's seat. Tyrone flipped another switch, and the teenager choked with horror as the screen lit up showing him tied spread-eagle on the seat with the monster Shepherd still lapping deliberately against his exposed cock. He shrieked in mortification as he saw the blinking red light of the video camera mounted on the van wall over Tyrone's shoulder, instantly relaying his real-time image to the screen in front of him. "That's right, my little cutie" Tyrone added, "you're cute little ass is on Candid Camera. We got a screen in the front seat, and you get one back here. Mike and I will watch while Rex makes you feel welcome, and you get to see what we see, angel. You'll flip watching yourself come for him, baby, you wait and see." The blonde runaway burst into choking screams again as the black man reached down and started petting the big dog while the animal lapped deliberately at his exposed cock. The desperate teen's eyes widened with horror as the man scratched Rex’s ears and patted the animal's neck lovingly while the Shepherd's tongue stroked rhythmically over the boy's defenceless privates. Kyle struggled uselessly against the ropes as Tyrone chuckled and whispered praise and encouragement to the enthusiastic dog. "Oh yeah, all right, pretty boy," Tyrone crooned to the big dog, reaching over and pulling Kyle’s foreskin down, exposing the glans of his penis "This little bitch can't stop you and I know he won't say a word about it, go ahead and do whatever you want, do it real good for him, good boy." Kyle shuddered at the sensation and his tight belly spasmed as the unrelenting doggie licking went on and on and on. There was no way the frenzied teenager could escape the stubborn animal licking eagerly at his cock; it was now rock hard, lifting completely in the air, giving the dog’s eager tongue even greater access. Kyle collapsed limp on the van seat, head hanging, tears rolling down his flushed cheeks. Sensing that the quivering blonde boy had lost all will to resist, the big dog gave a contented rumbling growl and changed to a slow-motion washing of the teenager's shaft, his tongue languidly flicking up and down his shaft and over the exposed head. The captive teen’s eyes darted frantically from the huge animal lapping deliberately at his balls and cock to the horrifying television image of himself, writhing helplessly under the dog's maddening licking. Within minutes, Kyle was moaning through the gag and writhing against the restraints, loins throbbing as his crotch warmed under the dog's incessant licking. His thoughts were racing and his brain screamed in panic even while he felt his cock responding automatically to the exquisite torture of the dog's velvet tongue. Tyrone whispered in the dog’s ear "Oooohh, good boy, that's good, that's really good, Rex, go on baby, do it nice for him now, don't stop good dog. Aaahhh, oh, mmmmmm, yes yes yes," Tyrone hissed through clenched teeth, watching the pulsation building in Kyle's aching cock, "do it now, Rexie, mmmmmm, yes yes yes, pretty Kylie can't stand it, big dog, this pretty bitch is gonna cream all over you...." Powerless to escape the bestial licking, Kyle clenched his hands over the seat back, knuckles white with strain, panting for breath as waves of mounting ecstasy flooded up from his throbbing balls. Even though his thoughts clamoured with fear and total mortification, he needed some release and the hapless teen felt his hips rolling mechanically back and forth under Rex's lingering ceaseless licking, intensifying the gratification of each slow stroke. Despite his resolve not to give in to the incredible sensation, he felt his drool-wet ass tighten with every flicker of the scalding dog tongue over his lips. Kyle whimpered in despair as he watched himself on the screen, actually thrusting his groin out to give the dog greater access to his aching cock, straining with the tendons on his thighs stretched like cables from the pale edges of his bush to the tan skin of his inner thighs. Tyrone ran his lips up the side of Kyle’s straining neck "Jesus, yes oh yes, Kylie, come now, bitch," Tyrone whispered hoarsely in his ear, watching the struggling teenager, "I can't believe how much you love it, go ahead and come hard for us, good puppy." The captive blonde's chest heaved with his panting and his thighs and calves pulsed as he trembled and twitched, at the edge of cumming from the big dog's constant skilful licking. The frantic blonde watched in horrified disbelief as Tyrone slid off the seat, knelt beside the big dog and ran his hand slowly over the animal's chest and across his belly, back between his hind legs. "I'll just give our big boy a little more encouragement for you, angel, what do you say," he asked. "Oh, that's right, you can't say, can you," he chuckled, "but that's all right, I know you wouldn't want the good boy to back off now, so I'll just make sure he knows how much you appreciate him. This will help keep him enthused and make sure he really does a good job for you, okay?" The man's hand moved slowly between the animal's haunches, and the helpless teen retched behind the gag as he realised the man was deliberately stroking the dog's cock. The Shepherd whined in delight when he felt the man's hand on his penis, and his lapping grew faster and more intense as Tyrone slowly masturbated him. "Oooohh, aahhhh, yeah, that's good sweetheart, that's so good, Kyle, go on baby, do it for Tyrone now, don't stop now, boy. Aahh, oh, mmmmmm, yes yes yes," the huge man panted, seeing the orgasm pounding in the writhing teen's throbbing cock, "please do it now for us, angel, mmmmmm, oooohhh, don't stop now, baby doll, we've gotta have it all now, come all over for us, angel." Kyle felt like his crotch was being slowly electrocuted; it was like bolts of slow-motion lightning striking the top of his cock and running straight up his spine. His orgasm was so intense it seemed to short-circuit his mind, leaving nothing but the mind-blowing sensation of coming and coming as Rex's incredible tongue slithered over his pulsating cock. Jets of cum shot into the dog’s waiting jaws, and Rex eagerly lapped up the teenage boy- juice. Back and belly muscles rock-hard, thighs and calves cramping, the moaning runaway lay paralyzed and rigid on the seat while the massive Shepherd continued panting and lapping at his melting bronze-bushed cock. For what felt like an age the teenager’s cock pulsed and pulsed as thick creamy cum flowed out of his erupting cock. "MMmmmmmmmmm, unnnhhhhhhhh, nnnnnnnno," he shrilled through the ribbons covering his mouth. "Noooo, dnnnt, aaaahhhhhh, ssttp ut, pplllzzz, unnnnhhhhhmmmmmmmm...." His muffled pleading and frenzied moans seemed only to encourage the heavy Shepherd, who immediately burst into wanton licking at his spasming crotch. Kyle's brain exploded into a fireball of orgasm and frenzied panic as Rex's inescapable tongue probed around his balls, his teeth gently brushing against them. Tears slid down his face and dripped on his rigid nipples as the frantic teenager squirmed on the mind-boggling orgasm. Howling and whining around the ribbon gag, the boy stared at the screen in horrified disbelief as Tyrone watched him come, petting the panting dog, rubbing his ears and neck, slowly stroking the animal's dick and whispering praise as Rex snuffled and drooled over Kyle's dripping cock. The orgasm seemed to last forever, leaving the shuddering teenager exhausted and gasping, rolling his hips slowly under the big dog's exquisite licking. Kyle was stunned and horrified when Rex just kept on lapping eagerly at his dripping, quivering cock. Obviously delighted by the taste of the panting teenager's come covered cock and balls and excited by the hand on his cock, the huge Shepherd seemed determined to keep right on licking no matter how Kyle reacted now. As the shaking boy carefully tried to shift his ass further back on the seat, Rex abruptly reared up on his haunches and clamped his forepaws over his legs; the dog's powerful shoulder muscles easily shoved Kyle’s thighs farther apart, holding his crotch wide open and keeping his hips pinned inescapably at the edge of the seat. Kyle whined desperately to the watching Tyrone as the big dog continued lathering at his dripping cock; his gaze locked on Tyrone's face, eyes pleading for relief from the mind-blowing animal lapping between his legs. The sweating teen moaned in disbelief when the smiling man picked up the teenager's ruined pants with one hand without ever letting go of the big dog's cock, and stretched up to wipe away the sweat trickling down the boy's forehead. "There now, that's better for you, huh babes," Tyrone crooned softly, blotting Kyle's tears with the scrap of fabric, "Tyrone knows how Rex can make a pretty thing sweat, and you’re the prettiest thing we’ve seen in a long time! We wouldn't want anything to distract your attention from his wonderful tongue, now would we? Oh yes I know, don't worry, sweetheart," he added, smiling as the captive blonde wriggled frantically and muffled begging whined behind the gag, "It might not feel like it right now, and you probably think you need a break, but you’re gonna give up some more of that juicy cum for him; don't you worry, angel, Tyrone isn't gonna let him stop. Not until those fine young balls are completely dry! Now I'm sure you'd like a little privacy while you get to know our big boy better. I'll tell you what, baby doll, you just relax here and let sexy Rexie work you over and I'll go on up front, okay?" Ignoring the frenzied blonde boy's muffled keening, Tyrone gave a final squeeze on the Shepherd's cock, bent over the boy and stroked his shaking chest and squeezed each of his ultra sensitive nipples hard, then slipped back through the curtain to the front of the van. Kyle sobbed and struggled desperately against the rope as the huge Shepherd lowered his head over to his cock again. Twisting and writhing on the seat, the sweat-drenched boy moaned incoherently to the big dog as Kyle's sanity dissolved and gushed out through his tingling cock. To Kyle's humiliation and amazement, he found himself getting hard again, unable to deny the sensuous sensation from the warm wet tongue. Rex growled deep in his throat he slavered over the boys thickening cock, while Kyle juices still leaked over the greedy dog's dripping tongue. Every time Kyle looked up from the animal lapping at his crotch, his eyes locked on the TV screen, seeing himself lashed in place for the big dog's deliberate licking. Gritting his teeth behind the gag that kept him from screaming aloud, the frenzied teenager heaved futilely against the seat back, his head rolling from side to side as his crotch burned and he felt himself getting hard again. The excited Shepherd lathered warm slaver all over his tingling member and slippery thighs, sensual tongue dancing maddeningly over his shaft and balls. Soon the mewling blonde felt like he was beginning to feel the beginning of another surging orgasm. Twitching, shuddering, Kyle whined feebly and panted for breath as Rex lapped and slobbered over his engorged cock. As the incredible shuddering spasms shook his chest, he realised with horror that the huge animal still refused to back off and the enthusiastic velvet tongue was still there. Muffled cries and groans turned into a constant nasal moaning as the hysterical teenager thrashed helplessly on the seat with the eager Rex crouched between his thighs. He shrilled through the ribbons over his mouth, "Nnnnnoooo, dnnnt, aaaahhhhhh, ssttp ut, pplllzzz, unnmmmm...." His muffled pleading and frenzied moans seemed to always encourage the big dog, who immediately burst into delighted licking at his spasming crotch. Kyle's mind dissolved into a red cloud of sexual exhaustion and squirming desire as the dog's inescapable tongue probed his exquisitely sensitive shaft and around his drained balls. Tears slid down his face and dripped from his throbbing nipples as the frantic squirming teenager started to reach climax again. Howling and whining through the gag, he found himself now straining toward the panting Shepherd and pressing his knees against the dog’s shoulders as he snuffled and drooled over his hungry cock; he was frantic with mortification and shame as he watched himself on the screen, heaving forward, thrusting his cock toward the animal's steady tonguing. The frantic blonde had forgotten about the TV screen up front until he heard the Mike and Tyrone applauding from the front seat; he gave a muffled shriek of anguish as he realised the men had been watching every minute of his writhing orgasms with the eager Shepherd. The helpless teenager gave a strangled moan of dismay when the Mike’s voice floated back from the driver's seat. "That's right, baby, give it up for the big dog," Mike said with a laugh, "you just keep creaming real pretty for our big boy's tongue, that's a good girl. Come hard, angel, you look just fine doing that with him." "Look at her, Mike, the little bitch is dying for it," Tyrone exclaimed in delight, "this bitch is a natural, I'm telling you, look at the little puppy going for it, Rex has got her half crazy already." The mortified blonde boy sobbed in humiliation as the big black man and the burly white man chuckled together. Tyrone shouted, "Good boy, Rexie, you're a good good dog; make pretty Kylie happy, good boy, lick that puppy good, that's a good dog. Lick that little bitch, Rex, that's my good boy. Empty those cute little balls" Limp as a dishrag and shivering uncontrollably, Kyle groaned and giggled dementedly through the strip of muffling velvet, wriggling and thrusting his stiff cock at the eager animal crouched slavering between his thighs. Alternately begging, screaming and laughing behind the gag, he gripped the seat back with both hands and stared in fascinated horror at the TV screen, knowing the men were watching as he spread his thighs wide to, expose his throbbing and demanding cock to Rex's velvet tongue. After hours of mind-blowing doggie lapping, the frenzied blonde could no longer think properly; he wasn’t coming as often any more, but was in a permanent state of arousal, desperate for just one more cum. Kyle was never sure how many times he fainted; he passed out coming and woke up shuddering with the eager Shepherd still lapping at his pulsating cock. He sobbed in mortification as he watched himself writhing in ecstasy on the TV screen and eventually fainted again as another thunderous orgasm blasted up his spine. When he finally came back to consciousness for the last time, the van was stopped, the Shepherd was gone, and he found Tyrone and Mike sitting on either side of him. "Well hi, cutie-pie, welcome back," Mike said with a smile, "looks like you had a little nap while we drove; it's a good thing we had Rex handy to lick you to sleep, isn't it? I'm sorry we didn't get a chance to talk sooner, but I was busy driving and Tyrone told me you were tied up getting to know our big puppy. Now in just a minute you're gonna get out of the van, baby " he added, running his hands slowly over Kyle's naked chest, "but we have a little present for you first." Kyle stared as Tyrone reached into a cardboard box and brought out something wrapped in tissue paper; it took the stunned blonde a few seconds to realize that the giant man was holding up a wide ornate collar with a D- ring and a miniature padlock on the buckle. The heavy leather band was almost three inches wide and an inch thick, lined with velvet, heavily worked in shiny, chunky gold studs. "Now pay attention and listen close, Kylie, 'cause this is important for you. Your gift is a very special one," Mike said with a smile, "we made it just for cute little puppies like you, the ones we want to teach to be real good. You're going to learn a lot of new things while you stay with us and sometimes you'll get so excited that you'd have trouble following instructions. This gadget is just like the shock collars they use to train police dogs, but we've kind of stepped up the voltage a little; and we took special care to make it real pretty for you so you'll look extra cute wearing it." The exhausted teen was too weak to move when Tyrone slowly fitted the heavy collar around his throat and pulled the strap tight. When he was satisfied the fit, the big black man carefully slipped the padlock's U through the buckle tongue and carefully closed the lock; Kyle felt two tiny cold spots press against the back of his neck as the lock clicked shut. "You know those stun guns they use on cattle," Mike continued, while Tyrone snapped a chain leash to the D- ring, "well, your collar is just like that except it's radio-controlled from this remote unit. If we think you need reminded to listen and do what you're told," Mike held up a small black box like a TV remote control, "just a push of this button will definitely get you back on track. It's really a time-saver for us and I'm sure you won't have a problem getting used to taking directions." While Mike clipped the remote to his belt, Tyrone knelt in front of the seat and undid the ropes around the blonde boy's ankles. The numb teenager slowly pulled his legs together as the huge black man cut away the rope anchoring the boy's left wrist. Kyle's wrists and ankles were chafed and sore from hours of jerking and twisting against the hemp cords. “Now once you’ve found your feet we'll all go inside and get you settled in." As Kyle rubbed his hands to restore their circulation, the big black man glanced at Mike, who nodded and then said, "Tyrone wants to get that piece of ribbon off your pretty mouth, angel, and that's okay if you promise to be good. That means no screaming, no crying, no freaking out, understand?" The burly Caucasian tapped the control at his belt and Kyle nodded immediately. "That's real good, baby" Mike said with a smile, "I can tell already you're going to be a real good girl for us, don't you think, Tyrone?" Tyrone untied the flashy bow from the corner of Kyle's jaw and then peeled the ribbon out of his mouth in one quick snap. The teenager flinched and gasped but he remembered Mike's warning and was careful not to yell. Kyle nervously licked his dry lips and Tyrone immediately leaned forward and kissed his full on the mouth, his tongue sliding between the blonde's stinging lips and squirming in his mouth. The shocked teenager instinctively started to raise his hands, but the big man simply grabbed both the boy’s wrists and held them at his sides while Mike said sharply, "No no, good girl, be still." Kyle stopped instantly and Tyrone let go of his wrists and continued the passionate French kiss, his hands roaming over the trembling blonde's body, moving down to Kyle's ass and squeezing his pert round buttocks. When Tyrone finally pulled his tongue out of Kyle's mouth, the dark man was breathing hard and the stunned teenager could see Tyrone’s shorts were bulging at the crotch. "Good puppy, Kylie, that's real good, my cute little puppy," Tyrone crooned, picking up the end of the leash that dangled from the collar, "let's all go in where we can all be more comfortable, okay?" Kyle didn't say a word but stepped, naked, out of the van behind the big dark man, trying to keep some slack in the length of silver chain. Kyle was amazed to see the sun high in the sky as they climbed out of the van, and the teenager blinked and squinted in the morning brightness. They were parked near a big frame house somewhere out in open country, and Kyle couldn't see any other houses anywhere. A long gravel driveway stretched off to vanish into a stand of tall evergreen trees, and walls of dense brush blocked the edges of the acreage surrounding the house. There was a huge barn with chain-link fencing set back behind the house, and Kyle started shaking as he heard multiple deep-throated barking from that direction. He turned to Mike as the he slid the van door shut and saw the lettering he had missed last night in the rain: Fox & Hounds Kennels. "Please, guys, please, where are we, what are we doing here," he pleaded, "why did you bring me here, please, please let me go. You can't just drag me away like this, I want to go home. I promise I won't tell anybody what happened, please let me go, you've got to let me go." "Oh, I think you really need to stay with us for a while, puppy," Mike replied breezily, "you look exhausted, angel, you need to stay a while and get rested up. We only just met last night and we've haven't had a chance to get to know you properly yet. And we really do want to know you real well, good puppy, don't we Tyrone?" "Oh yes, I agree, Mike," Tyrone purred with a smile, "you just can't leave yet, angel, I want to get to know you much better myself. I couldn't bear to see that cute little butt of yours leave when there's still all sorts of things I want to do to it!. And then there're all the big puppies to think about; there are just lots of things you have to learn about taking care of all the dogs. After all, this is Fox and Hounds Kennel, you know." "I don't care, I really don't care at all and I don't want to stay here," Kyle said, his voice quavering, "I don't know anything about dogs, I don't know anything about kennels and..." "Don't you worry about that, honey," Mike interrupted with a laugh, "we're going to teach you a whole lot about dogs, and I just know you'll catch on fast. You're gonna love taking care of them once you get used to it, believe me, and I'll bet you won't even want to leave after you find out how well they can take care of a cute bitch like you. Now get your sweet little ass inside so we can get started, understand?" Tyrone turned and started toward the house, and Kyle flinched as Tyrone gave a brief tug on the leash and Kyle was forced to follow. The naked teenager trailed along behind the huge black man, wincing, stepping carefully as the sharp gravel shifted under his bare feet. Mike followed behind Kyle and squeezed the teen’s bare ass whenever the boy slowed. Kyle tried pleading once more as they started up the steps to the wide front porch. "P-please tell me what's going on here," he begged as Tyrone unlocked the front door, "what kind of place is this, why did you bring me here, please tell me." "All right, angel, I'll tell you what it's all about," Tyrone replied, leading the nude runaway inside with a tug on the leash, "though you ought to be able to figure it out for yourself by now. You read it on the van, Fox & Hounds Kennel, right?" Kyle nodded and said, "Yes, I saw it, but..." "Well, think about it, angel," Mike interrupted with a sudden laugh, "Tyrone and I already have all the hounds we need, honey; we picked you up because we think you're a real fox." "But, but, this is crazy, you aren't making any sense and I don't understand it," the teenager stammered, "find somebody who wants to work in a kennel, put an ad in the paper or something. Why am I naked? Can't you understand, I don't want to feed them, I don't want to clean up after them, I'm not interested in learning about taking care of a bunch of other people's dogs, okay?" The two men burst into laughter; Tyrone laughed so hard he dropped the end of the leash and held his sides, gasping for breath. "Kylie, pretty baby, your sweet blonde skull still hasn't quite got the picture" the huge black man said, "let me explain this once and for all." Tyrone grabbed Kyle round his naked waist and pulled him in close. He put his huge hands on Kyle’s bare buttocks and stared straight into Kyle's eyes as he continued quietly, "This isn't a boarding kennel, angel, people don't bring dogs here for us to keep and we aren't going to teach you about feeding or cleaning up after them. We raise and keep Shepherds and Great Danes and Irish wolfhounds; Fox and Hounds is a stud kennel, baby." "What's that supposed to mean?" the teenager whispered, turning pale at the mention of German Shepherds. "That's what we mean about taking care of them, good girl," Tyrone whispered huskily, "Our big boys just love to fuck pretty little bitches and they need to fuck a lot, baby. We need someone to take care of their urges baby, Kyle; we're gonna teach you how to use your delicious little ass to give them what they want, just the way they like it. And you're gonna love learning how to do it for them." Tyrone laughed "And we're gonna love watching you cutie!" Kyle felt literally sick with horror as the black man’s words sank in; he kept looking from Tyrone to Mike, praying that it was an insane joke. The two men smiled back at his without a word, and the teenager felt a flash of stark terror as he suddenly realised that while the two men might be crazy, they weren't joking at all. The panic-stricken blonde teen went weak in the knees as he recalled Tyrone's voice praising and encouraging Rex in the dark back of the van, petting the big dog approvingly while the giant Shepherd licked him into a twitching panic. The teenager started shivering uncontrollably and he could almost feel the Tyrone’s tongue sliding over his nipples again. He glanced desperately toward the door, but Mike tapped the control at his belt and snapped, "No, good girl, stay." Kyle's mind was racing and he nearly retched, as he suddenly understood that both Tyrone and Mike had from the very beginning literally talked to his like he was a pet dog. Not only that they kept referring to him as girl, or bitch or baby, denying him even his masculinity. Tears filled the shaking teenager's eyes and he hung his head, sobbing harshly as the blurred sparkles hanging from his neck reminded his that he was still wearing the silver chain leash. Kyle barely felt Tyrone softly stroking his neck and back, whispering soothingly in his ear; he shuddered in total horror as he realised that the man was actually petting him and crooning, "Easy, good girl, take it easy, it's all right, you're a good good girl..." "Oh Jesus, p-please, Tyrone, Mike, no more, please no," Kyle whispered pleadingly, shivers racing over his belly and up across his shaking chest, "I’m a boy. I'm not gay! You really can't do this to me, I can't just stay here and let you do that to me, please please don't do that to me, it's too awful to even think about, please please don't..." "Just take it easy, good girl, we wouldn't want to hear you start crying now, and there's nobody around to hear it anyway, honey," Mike said tranquilly, panting warm breath into the shivering boy's ear. "You mustn't scream and you can't run, that's all you need to think about right now. Don't be afraid, good puppy, just think about having a good time, learning a few tricks, before you know it you'll be coming your brains out for us." Mike gave Kyle a tender kiss on the cheek as he picked up the leash once again, saying, "We'll take good care of you and we'll teach you everything you need to know, puppy, but you've got to relax and cooperate, you hear? If you start making a lot of noise or try and skip out, you'll just make us have to sting you with that collar and then you'll have to stay in a pen in the barn, you wouldn't like that at all, would you good girl." "I know what will make his feel better," Mike said to Tyrone, taking the leash from Tyrone, "let's take our baby-girl upstairs and show her all the pretty things we have for her, I'm sure Kylie will like that." Mike tugged once on the silver chain and started down the hall toward the stairs, adding, "Come on, good girl, come with Mike." Numb with horror, the sobbing teenager obediently followed Mike upstairs, shuddering as Tyrone continued stroking his ass as they walked up the stairs and down the wide hallway. "This is my room here," Mike explained as he led the shivering, naked teen along the upstairs hall, "and Tyrone's room is just down there." Mike pulled a large key from his pocket and unlocked the heavy carved-oak door in front of them, adding, "And this room is for you, good girl, right between us so we can always be close. It's nice to be nearby, sometimes Tyrone or I might want to visit you during the night." The room was enormous, and Kyle thought distractedly that it must have been two rooms originally; they must have taken out a wall to make it so big. The place was beautifully decorated in pale green and blue, with ruffled green gauze curtains over the four tall windows set in the long wall. Kyle's silver leash tightened as Mike led his to the windows and pulled back a curtain, saying "You'll get lots of nice sunshine in here, angel, and you can look out over almost all the grounds in the back yard." Kyle stared out, ignoring the view and looking at the ornate wrought-iron curlicues that stretched across the outside of the windows and bolted to the window frames. All four windows in the room were covered with the elegant wrought-iron work, swirling decorative patterns that almost, but not quite, kept the boy from realizing that they were bars. He turned away from the window with his gut in a knot, studying the layout of the huge and extravagantly decorated cage. The couch and two matching overstuffed chairs were massive, upholstered in beautiful pale-blue velvet, and the enormous four-poster waterbed looked deliciously comfortable, the luxurious embroidered velvet spread pulled down to show off the jade-green pillowcases and an incredible white bearskin throw instead of sheets. There was a giant bevel-edged mirror, eight feet wide and seven feet high, in an ornate gilt frame against the wall opposite the windows, with a monster dresser on one side and an elaborately panelled oak armoire on the other. When the teenager took a second, closer look around the elegant room his heart began pounding and shivers crawled up his back. All of the gorgeous furniture, couch, chairs and bed, had several heavy D-rings or screw-eyes strategically positioned; everything in the room was massive and heavy, Kyle suddenly saw, and had been specially made to fasten leashes or chains to. "And look at all the stuff we have here to keep you pretty, angel" Tyrone said, motioning his toward the big brass-and-glass vanity table, "colognes and lotion, shampoo and bath oil, just everything a good girl needs." Mike dropped the leash as Kyle moved toward the table; the blonde boy's eyes widened when Tyrone pulled open a drawer and he saw several gags and other bondage paraphernalia scattered among the bottles of oils and tubes of creamy lotion. "If there's anything you really want and we don't have it, we'll get it for you, puppy. You’ll get to wear perfume, and you can choose which one” Tyrone added, running his fingers caressingly over a red ring gag and closing the drawer, "we'll get you anything you want to pretty up and smell delicious for us. But wait till you see this, angel, come look at all the pretty things for you to wear." Tyrone snagged the end of the dangling leash with one hand and led the trembling blonde over to the huge oak armoire, crooning, "Come on, pretty girl, come here with me." Mike opened the double doors of the armoire as Tyrone pulled Kyle forward with gentle tugs at the leash. The blonde's heart sank as he saw that the armoire was filled with lacy peignoirs, short sheer nighties and camisoles and transparent silk tunic robes; the base of the giant closet was a jumble of jewel-trimmed high-heel mules and open-toe ankle-strap sandals with heels so high he wondered if anyone could even walk in them. Kyle stared in amazement as Tyrone opened a drawer in the massive dresser on the other side of the mirror, pulling up fistfuls of lace baby-doll nighties and hip length see-through tunics. There wasn't a single item of clothing that wasn't feminine underwear. Mike shoved the drawer closed and opened the next one, showing his a collection of silk and lace garter belts and dozens of pairs of real thigh-high silk stockings, some with delicate lacy patterns or sprays of tiny rhinestones up the calves. Staring at the drawers and drawers of exotic lace, ribbons and silk, the blonde boy slowly began to realise the full dimensions of what Mike and Tyrone had planned for him. Tyrone had shown his everything behind the armoire doors and in every drawer, and it was all just girlish lingerie; there were no actual street clothes anywhere in the room, even for a woman. Kyle's face must have betrayed his thoughts, and the blonde boy's shoulders slumped when the Tyrone answered the question the teenager was afraid to ask. "You don't need any ugly boy clothes any more, puppy, you're not going anywhere" the black hulk of a man said softly, "and I want to be able to see everything you’ve got any time I want." He reached up with the hand holding Kyle's leash, trailed his fingers gently along the trembling blonde's cheek, down his neck and onto his chest and added, "If we want you to wear anything at all, we'll give you what we want you wear and tell you when you can wear it." He looked straight into Kyle's eyes as he stroked Kyle’s chest and side and whispered, "There's not anything except underwear in there either, lover; you'd just have to keep taking it off all the time for us anyway." The blonde shivered as the cool chain-links slid over his bare skin while Tyrone's fingers softly stroked his nipples. The big man’s gentle caressing raised goose bumps on the boy's chest and Tyrone chuckled softly as he felt Kyle’s nipples prickle up under his fingertips; he pointed with his other hand and Kyle gasped at his reflection in the full-length mirror: naked, face flushed and being felt up casually by the huge African. "That's the way it is, puppy, Tyrone is so right," Mike said with a smile, "and there's really no better time to start on your program than now. As its the first time, why don’t you pick out what you’re going to wear for us tonight all by yourself, good girl." "I'm not gonna do that, I won't do that," Kyle said desperately, "please don't make me do it, please, please don't..." the blonde broke off in mid-sentence as Tyrone abruptly dropped the leash and stepped back next to Mike. "Do what we say good girl, pick out some pretty things now puppy" Tyrone said sharply. "You have to learn to take directions, baby; if I have to tell you again it's going to hurt. This is the last warning. Now pick out some pretty things, good girl." Tyrone dropped his hand to his side and rested his fingertips on the control button of the shock collar. Kyle shook his head and a bolt of lightning blasted straight down his back; he hadn't even seen Tyrone’s finger move when it hit. The instantaneous jolt hammered the teenager to the floor and was over before he hit the soft carpet. It was like being blown apart in the blink of an eye; one second he was starting to say no, the next instant he was lying on the floor crying, twitching uncontrollably, trying not to pee on the rug. Kyle couldn't even tell if he was actually hurt, the feeling was too intense. It felt like he was completely numb and yet tingling, almost burning prickling sensations raced through his nerves. His arms and legs trembled and jerked spastically, he kept trying to get up on his hands and knees, finally succeeded and crouched shivering and sobbing at the Tyrone’s feet. He was barely aware of Mike moving close to kneel beside him. "Take it easy, good girl, it's all right now," the big man murmured soothingly, stroking his back and brushing the hair back off his forehead, "you're okay, just take it easy. You're all right, good girl, easy now. You just rest here by me for a minute, puppy, and then you can stand up. It's all right, good girl, take it easy. Let Mike help you, baby." In spite of his terror, Kyle found himself leaning against the burly man as Mike crooned reassurance and petted him on the head and down his aching back. Mike's big hands enveloped and squeezed Kyle's naked body, and the stunned teenager's breath caught in his throat when Mike slowly leaned over him and kissed him on the lips again. In confusion and shock Kyle half-returned the man's passionate kiss as Mike lifted the boy in his arms. "Oh how sweet, puppy, thank you, what a good girl you are," Mike purred huskily, "that's really beautiful. And see, you're feeling all better now, I can tell. Now you look at Tyrone and tell him you're sorry, okay? It's all right, he's not mad at you, really good girl, it's okay, just tell Tyrone you're sorry and we'll forget it ever happened. Go on now." Kyle slowly raised his head and found Tyrone's dark eyes studying him patiently; the man gave a faint smile as the trembling teenager whispered, "I'm sorry, Tyrone; please don't be mad, I-I... won't be bad again, I promise." "It's all right, good girl, really it is," Tyrone said, giving him a warm smile, "I can't stay mad at a good girl like you, not with such a cute little ass and a pretty little face, I just can't. I'm sorry it had to happen, angel, but you simply have got to learn to follow directions, that's all. Mike is right, we should just forget it ever happened and start all over again, what do you say?" "Yes, Tyrone," the blonde boy replied meekly, "I’ll do what you want." To be continued? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 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. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 79