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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 a****l!

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 sc****d 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 k**napping 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 a****l 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 a****l 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 a****l 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
a****l.

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 a****l 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 a****l 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
a****l lapped maddeningly at his raging cock. He
realised he was totally helpless, tied spread-eagle and
powerless to stop the obstinate a****l 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 a****l lapped deliberately at his exposed
cock. The desperate teen's eyes widened with horror as
the man scratched Rex’s ears and patted the a****l'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 a****l 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
a****l 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
a****l'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 a****l'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 a****l'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 a****l 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 a****l 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 a****l 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
a****l'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 a****l 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 s**ttered 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?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously
consider seeking professional help.
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