Date: Mon, 07 May 2007 19:02:00 -0700 From: DVNT Puppy Subject: tommy-the-tease-3 Warning: There's really not any sex between men and their dogs in this episode. Sorry! Part four will have plenty of dogdick-in-boyhole action. Promise. How long am I out in the bushes? I don't know. What am I, a fucking sundial? A long time, allright. When my folks go to bed, I let myself in using the key under the mat. I take a shower. My asshole is like ground beef. The hot water's good. The soap is nice and slick. I lather up my dick and go to town. Shit, that's fine. I slide a finger into my ass, which feels fucking awesome. I cum buckets. The next morning I head into the kitchen for some OJ and there--sitting at the kitchen table having coffee with my Dad--is the asshole neighbor. "Good morning, Tommy," my Dad says. "Mr. Ranson--Chuck--was just telling me all about what happened with you and his dog yesterday." I practically spit juice out through my nose. "Say what?" "You know. His dog, Sarge?" My mind is spinning. What the fuck is going on? "What the. . .what's going on?" "Chuck was just telling me what a way you have with animals." The neighbor gives me a wink and surreptitiously blows me a kiss. "What?" "Sarge broke his chain and ran off. You got him to come back. Isn't that right, son?" Man, my Dad must be the biggest idiot on earth. How could he buy this line of bullshit? "Chuck also tells me you've had a lifelong desire to work with animals. We had no idea. Your mother and I really didn't think you had much ambition at all. I'm very proud of you." "Huh?" My dad picks up his car keys. "I've got to get to work." He heads out, calling back, "Have fun at your new job." "What does he mean by that?" "I told your Dad you wanted to come work for me." "No fucking way. I am not working with a perverted old cocksucker." He sips his coffee, smiles, and leans back in his chair. "Now, don't be that way, Tommy. It wasn't all bad, was it? Bet you fingered your pretty pink pussy while you jerked off last night. Probably thinking about Sarge's big ole dogdick. Probably shot the biggest load of your young life." I feel the blood rushing to my face. How did he know? The fucker. "Come on. The job pays $30 per hour and is easy work." "What kind of work?" I can't believe I'm asking this, but 30 bucks an hour is a lot of money. "It's just a boarding and grooming place." "No way, man. No fucking way." He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out some photos. They're of me, blowing my load while Sarge fucks me. Then a couple in the kitchen: me getting fucked, playing with my nipples, arching my back. Shit. He had the video camera on me the whole time. And you can't see his face at all. He's got me. He's fuckin' got me. Ten minutes later I'm riding in my sicko neighbor's car, heading to a place where he boards and grooms dogs. Fuck. Maybe I'm the world's biggest idiot. It's raining, and the window in his shitbox car is leaking all over my jeans. He reaches between the seats and pulls out a flask. I empty it and toss it in the backseat. If I can get buzzed at nine in the morning and get paid 30 bucks an hour, maybe this job won't be so bad. The place is in an industrial park. He parks the car by a warehouse door and we walk around to the front, getting even wetter. There are bags of dogfood, leashes hanging on some racks, and a trophy case by the door. It's a shithole. The lighting's real bad too. Keeps flickering. He takes me through the front and down the hall: the bathroom, the supply closet, his office. He points out the door to the kennels and we head back toward the front. There's something wrong with the AC. It's hot as hell in here. Sweat's pouring down my face. By the time we get to the last door in the hall, I'm not feeling too good. "I gotta get some air, man." "Hold on there Tommy. Almost done with the tour." "Hurry it up then. I think I'm gonna hurl." He opens the door to a small white room with a couple chairs, mirrored walls, and a big picture window that opens onto the front room. "So, what? It's a room. Whatever." I'm feeling really queasy now. I gotta get to the john. "This is your office. This is where you'll spend most of your day." "Big fucking deal. Shit, I'm gonna pass out man. Can you open a window or something?" There are no windows to the outside. But there's something I didn't see before. It's like a bench, or chair, or like a low stool. It's covered in fabric, like a couch, or something. It's in the middle of the room. "What's that?" "That's the rape rack." "The what?" "The rape rack." Then everything goes black. Part 4 is coming up very soon. Sorry to tease you! Got to advance the story somehow. Comments and suggestions are always welcomed. Thanks for the positive feedback and the hot, twisted ideas! dvntpuppy@hotmail.com