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(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... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 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