Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2006 19:47:42 -0800 (PST) From: Mark Friedman Subject: The Bet This story involves sex between a boy and a dog. If, for any reason, anyone would be a problem with you reading this, please either click the "Back" button now or take all precautions necessary to ensure you don't get caught. This story is completely fictional, and, as with any work of fiction, any resemblance to any place, event, or person (living or dead) is purely coincidental. Copyright is to me, and the story may not be reproduced anywhere without my prior permission. Comments can be sent to me at forcewielder2000@yahoo.com (flames will be ignored!). ~Mark ************ It all started with a bet. Bets are done for a lot of different reasons, and "payment" can occur in a lot of different ways. Adults and older teens tend to do it for and with money. Younger kids generally do it for macho reasons, and make do with what they've got for the payment part, simply because most don't have a lot of money to begin with. When I was hanging out with some of my friends one afternoon, I hadn't started out the day planning on making any bets. But when Greg boasted of his game playing abilities on Halo, I figured I'd put his claims to the test. Mind you, I don't profess to be the world's greatest 12 year old Halo player, but I figured I could hold my own against most any other 12 year old out there. "Really?" I said with a bit of a smirk. "You think you're that good?" "I don't have to think, Corey," Greg replied. "I *know* I'm good!" "Wadda ya say we find out?" I said. "You're on!" he replied. "Best two out of three?" I nodded. "But what do you say we make things interesting?" he continued. "How so?" I asked. "With...a bet." There was a bit of a gasp from the others. While all of us had often "bet" each other in various situations, it had always been along the lines of "Betcha can't do that!" (of the type typical boys always say) and there had been no actual betting of tangible objects involved. I admit I was a bit surprised myself, but decided to find out what Greg had in mind. Knowing him, it was probably something cheesy, like the loser would have to dance like a chicken in the front yard for 5 minutes. "The loser gets humped by Fido in front of everyone here," he said, and the others gasped again, with a couple of "Eww!"'s thrown in. My own eyes widened. Fido was Greg's dog, a Great Dane. He'd gotten the dog a couple of years ago, and we all laughed when he'd named the mutt Fido. Oh, how original! I wanted to say "That's nasty! Forget it, you perv!", but the others were all watching. I couldn't back out now! "You're on!" I said. We headed into his bedroom and got down to business. I went into it thinking I was pretty good. Unfortunately, that impression didn't last too long, as Greg creamed me the first two times. After I went down for good the second time (to several groans from the others), Greg smirked a bit at me. "All right, time for the other action!" he said with a broad grin on his face. "Off with your clothes, Corey!" Slowly putting down the controller, I got up and kicked my shoes off as Greg called Fido into the bedroom. Peeling off my socks and shirt, I felt my face go warm. I didn't want to go through with this, but a bet was a bet, and if I couldn't back down when the bet was made, I *definitely* couldn't back down now, no matter how pervy I thought the end result would be. I pulled off my pants, and as several whistles came, I dropped my briefs too. "Dang, Corey's got pubes!" Ben muttered loud enough for everyone to hear. And he was right. I'd hit puberty the year before, and while I didn't have too much to show for it yet, I did have some pubic hairs around my dick and balls. It wasn't much, but considering what I'd read about puberty in boys, that was probably more than some of the guys in the room could claim. Moments later, my dick started getting hard. "Corey's horny!" Tim said, and there were a few snickers. "On your hands and knees," Greg said, and I obediently got into position. Greg began whistling and making clicking sounds at Fido, patting my back. Fido hopped up onto my back, grasping me with his front legs. Greg was down by my butt, with his hand down by Fido's hind legs. Fido's but began moving back and forth, and I felt something wet touch my butt. Moments later, I yelped out as Fido's doggy dick forced its way into my butthole. Greg then moved back as Fido started humping me vigorously. I gritted my teeth as a wave of new feelings swept over me. It hurt a little, but it kind of felt a bit good at the same time. As I stayed there, I wondered how long I'd have to put up with this. How long did dogs hump for, anyway? Just then, an amazing feeling washed over my crotch, and I felt something surging through my dick. My whole body began quivering, and it was all I could do to keep from flopping to the floor as something squirted out of my dick. Moments later, it was over, and as I stayed there on my hands and knees, shaking a bit from the experience, I wondered what had happened. I looked down at my dick, which was now soft, and saw something whitish dripping from it, and a little more whitish stuff on the floor under me. "Wow! Corey came!" Bill said almost reverently. 'Came'? What did that mean? Then I remembered something my dad had told me back when we'd had "the talk" about sex, and he told me about ejaculations and semen. Was that what had happened? Had I just ejaculated? But I didn't get a chance to ponder that, as I suddenly felt something large, round, and hard slip into my butthole. I yelped even louder than when Fido's dick had first entered me. What was *that*?! Fido tossed one leg over me and turned around so that his butt was up against mine, with his dick and the large, hard thing still in me. "Oh, yeah," Greg said, "I forgot to mention something. What Fido just did is called knotting you. It's some breeding thing that makes sure he gets lots of sperm into the girl dog. He'll be in you for a little while before the swelling goes down enough to let him pull out of you." So there we stayed, joined together, Fido's tail wagging and going across my back. My butthole was sore. I wanted Fido out of me, but he seemed to be in no hurry to accommodate that wish. Eventually, after what seemed like forever, Fido finally pulled his dick out of me, and I got up with a groan. Fido went and laid down and started licking his dick. The others gathered around me and slapped me on the back, congratulating me. I quickly grabbed my clothes and pulled them back on. "Hey, peace?" Greg said, sticking his hand out. "Peace," I replied, taking his hand.