Date: Sun, 30 May 2010 02:28:04 -0700 (PDT) From: Nick Valentine Subject: Guard Dog (The following story is a work of fiction featuring sexual acts between an adult and a minor. Feel free to send me messages back at youngpaleblonde@yahoo.com ) "Sloppy work again!" the dean shouted, thick veins bulging on his neck. I really couldn't care less about how loud he yelled or how high his blood pressure got. "Adam, if you keep skipping class, your grades will bottom out! You'll permanently lose your place on the football team. I can't keep making excuses for you!" he bellowed, slamming his hands down on the desk. I did my best to suppress a smirk of pride. Even at 16, there was something so satisfying about making a "grown up" throw a tantrum. "Even worse, I've had to cover up everything for your ass. Your ineligibility, your locker search, and don't even get me started on what happened at the Elementary School." That incident, however, was being completely blown out of proportion. On a whim, I decided to take a wander through the old halls of our elementary school, just to observe how small the lockers were and how close the ceilings felt now. While on my waltz down memory lane, I decided to check out the locker rooms, full of fond memories of all the other boys trying to figure out how to shower with their briefs still on while I would kicked back in all my naked prepubescent glory. Oddly enough, I wandered straight in on two boys very fondly exchanging blowjobs in what should have been a fully deserted locker room. I wasn't at fault. I didn't coerce them into anything. I just told them not to stop on my account and took in the free show. Now, suddenly, one of them talked, and all the rumors came back to my door that I was running some kind of preteen sex ring. Could you imagine? They make it sound like I've got a full brothel up and running. If I did, I'd at least have the decency to buy myself a suit and a nice car. And not put up with this bullshit. "Adam, are you even listening?" "Yeah, I am," I replied, the words falling like a growl from the dryness of my throat. Through the lectures, I rarely said anything. I don't like egging him on; I just want him to get out what he needs to say and be done with it. "What do you want me to do, Instructor Alexis?" "That's `Doctor Alexis.' I have my Ph. D in education and administration," the dean replied proudly, reaching back to tap a framed diploma. Something about the gold leaf used in the paper was sickening, as if the diploma itself was a sign of the excess wealth the dean would be raking in. "That's just it," I said with a sigh, barely able to endure comparing theoretical dick sizes any longer. Had it been literal, I'm fairly certain my nine inches of uncut girth would easily dwarf the competition. It had in all other comparisons with boys on the football team, after all. The boys in the marching band, too. I wasn't a member, but those fags knew how to use their tongues. "Look, Doc, if that's really want me to call you, you've got money, you'll always have money, and I never will. Even if I graduate and find a way to put myself through college, what good will it do? I'll just end up paying back the loans for the rest of my life." The dean just stared at me, fingers tented. We'd grown close over the years, not in a fond familiar way, but he knew that I was more than just some problem child with a deadbeat dad. The last of my mom's money got me into the academy, even though I'm sure public school would have been the same, only with no uniform and no one looking down their noses at "Adam, the poor kid." He knew that all I wanted to do was play football and keep to myself. He knew I was smart enough to pass the GED without problems when it came down to it, and there just wasn't any use in pushing me to do something I didn't want to do. "I have a proposition," he said slowly, glancing around as if there might be someone spying on us. "It's unorthodox, but I'm sure it would much better suit your interests than academic probation and scrutinizing over your attendance." "I'm listening," I replied. I could feel the palms of my hands growing cold, a natural response to blood pressure increasing. (See? I do know a thing or two, if it really does interest me.) A sudden instinct anxiety began to press down on me, though I couldn't figure out why. I guess it's what they call 'intuition.' "I want you to play with my son," he said, eyes lowered as he rested in chin atop the tent his fingers had made. "A babysitting gig?" "More than that. I want you to show discipline and humility. He's a good boy, but I want you to work as his personal aide and companion for the weekend. If you do, you'll be paid well. And if he approves of your assistance, I'll work my magic on your record again, Mr. Krause," he said with a smile, lingering with a slight desperation. "Personal aide and companion? So I'll be his assistant?" "No, Mr. Krause. You'll be his pet." *** Shit got weird. Shit got weird real fast. From that moment in the office, I knew I should have leapt to my feet and just given up on the rest of high school. But somehow, I don't think it was even the question of expulsion or eligibility that was hanging in my mind as I walked through the gates of the stunningly large house. I think I just wanted to figure out what sort of crazy was lurking underneath that rich, fat man's desperate smile. The dean greeted me at the door, grinning wide as he rested a hand on my back to pull me into the mansion of a home. The entire building felt almost sterile as the tall walls reached up into a vaulted ceiling, almost devoid of decorations and furniture. I don't really get things like that, but as he showed me through the drawing room and sitting room and dining rooms, everything felt a little uncomfortable, almost like an expensive doll house. Everything was richly detailed to the point it felt inaccessible. "And this is Damien's room," he said, stopping outside of the last closed door in the hall. A light from underneath the door left long beams across the carpet. "I'll leave you two alone for now. Go in and get yourself acquainted. Ah, but first, I need a signature." He pulled out a lone sheet of paper, covered in fine print indistinguishable in the dimly lit hallway. "It's a standard gag order, just ensuring that if you talk about what goes on here, you'll face consequences far more dire than not being able to play football. Understood?" I signed and shrugged. "Yeah, I got it." And with that, the proud and honorable Dr. Timothy Alexis turned and walked away from me, leaving me to stare at the heavy wooden door in front of me. For the moment, I was alone and again felt a nagging urge to just head the exit, leave all this "pet" business behind. Maybe I could pick up a few ignored candlesticks and silverware on the way out to match whatever money the good doctor was planning on paying me. And yet, I felt the need to proceed. I gripped the doorknob and pushed inside. The colors of the room nearly made him stagger after drinking the rest of the house's gray and brown. The mossy blue carpet was littered with stuffed animals and toys, leading in a trail up to a very large bed, atop which sat a small boy. He clutched a controller in his hand, playing some kind of game on an equally extravagant television. He glanced over his shoulder, dark blue eyes shining brightly as the dropped the controller and quickly ran over to my side. Before I could even introduce myself, he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, head pressed against my chest, hugging with an earnest tightness. "You must be my new pet! Dad said he picked out a new one that was even better than the last!" he said excitedly, voice still high-pitched though soft in quality, lacking the whine many younger boys carried. "The last?" I replied, trying to process everything at once. The boy looked up, eyes immediately filled with mix of fear, sadness, and regret. They were deep and silencing, making my heart pound every time I stared at them. It was different than watching the two boys in the locker room. It was different than the older guys who were constantly asking to "buy a moment of my time" when I walked around the streets at night. "They didn't want to play anymore," he said nervously, biting one of those soft lips, free of cracks or marks. The flawlessness of the boy's face was maddening. I couldn't stop staring, barely able to respond. "So, you'll be my new guard dog. You just have to stay close to me and protect me if I need help and be my friend!" he said with a grand flourish at the end, trying to emphasize how important the "Friend" part was. "So, how do I be a guard dog?" I asked, feeling a little dim as I pulled my eyes away from the boy's face, easing myself down onto a discarded beanbag chair. Even though it was small, it must have been expensive as I felt it quickly mold to accommodate me. Damien turned around and ran back to shut off his game before returning with black box. He opened it up slowly before a soft jingle pierced the silence. A heavy black leather collar dangled from the boy's hands. "Kneel down," he said softly, angelic lips trying to form an order. I tried not to roll my eyes, deciding to play along with the game. I moved down to my knees as the boy moved up behind me. "Close your eyes and keep them closed until I say so," he added. I obliged, shutting my eyes as I felt his warmth pressing tight against me again. A pair of soft hands began to rub at my back before sliding down to grab at my shirt. A slight blush began to rush to my face as he tugged and pulled at my shirt, finally getting it up over my head and off my body with a little help. Soft kisses began to dart across my body as the boy scrambled about, his soft little tongue rolling over my throat. I felt my cock beginning to swell as his hands squeezed around me tight in my self-imposed darkness. I knew I was a pervert, but this was quickly becoming surreal. He stepped away, leaving me almost entirely deprived of sensation beyond the muffled footsteps and a few soft clangs and noises from where he had left the box. He stepped close again, this time moving up behind me. His arms encircled me first before the cold leather wrapped around my still damp throat. My body shuddered and trembled as if electrified as I felt the leather sliding into place as the boy fiddled with the tightness. Suddenly, I heard the click of a lock, nearly knocking the legs out from under me in response. It had locked. The collar would not be removed until the boy I was changed with overseeing decided. "You can open your eyes now," he said, voice still trying to give orders through his nervousness. The light of the room stung only for a moment as I looked down to see what had been set aside for me. To the left sat a rainbow-colored rubber bone as well as a small piece of rawhide and tug-of-war rope. To the right sat a metal water dish, already filled from the discarded plastic water bottle. I leaned in, observing the blank nameplate. "There's no name," I said, my own voice feeling almost foreign as my heart pounded harder in my chest, the boy's soft hands wrapping around my arm, squeezing my bicep gently. "Well, that's because I haven't picked a name for you yet, silly." "My name's Adam." "I know. Dad told me all about that, but Adam is a people-name," the boy sat matter-of-factly, unscrewing the cap of the water bottle to take a small drink himself. "Rex or Fido or Buddy all seem a little overdone. How about Boney?" He held up the rubber bone and squeezed it, making it squeak. "Because you love bones so much!" "I'm not really big on bones," I replied, cock still aching in my jeans. Damien reached back in the box and picked up a long leather leash. He pressed up close and clipped it to the freshly fastened collar, giving it a little tug. I lowered my head instinctively, keeping a close eye on him. Our eyes met again, that blue sucking the air from my lungs as I felt something instinctive beginning to well up, making my body tingle. "Do you really want to be my new pet?" Damien asked, blue eyes almost on the verge of tears. I felt stupid and confused and excited all at once, unable to stop myself as I quickly moved down into a kneel, lowering my head below the boy's. "I," I whispered, taking the hand that wasn't holding the leash in my own, "pledge to be your guard dog." My body shivered and cock pulsed hard as I spoke the words, driven by instinct rather than logic. "And I will protect you with my life, Damien." "Young Master," he said, giving me a light swat atop the head. It actually stung more than I expected, though I couldn't bring myself to do anything more than give a confused headtilt, beginning to augment my posture to be more animal-like. "You should address me as Young Master," he repeated, puffing his chest out proudly as he tugged gently on the leash. "Yes, Young Master," I replied, words falling from my mouth without even thinking about them. I knew I was in deep, but the gentle tugging of the leash freed me from all other thoughts as the young boy smiled at me. "Dogs don't wear clothes," he said in an almost sing-song quality, giggling as he grinned down at my painfully tented jeans. I pushed the shoes off of my feet and stripped my socks off, tossing them aside before pulling my jeans down. My boxers were already soaked through the front as I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as the constricting pressure finally left my aching meat. "Those, too," Damien said, building up a more confident tone as he bit his lip, leaning in to observe as I stripped my boxers off too, hard cock bobbling freely into view. "Wow, my doggy has a big one!" he shouted, grinning eagerly as he tugged on the leash a few more times in the direction of the water dish. Already naked and in over my head, I crawled forward, trying to mimic the motions of a canine as I leaned down to the water. My throat felt dry, and I knew this would be the only way to slake that thirst. I lapped at the water, glancing up occasionally at the smiling boy who quickly sat down beside me, running his velvety soft hands down my back as if petting a real dog. The rainbow bone sat in my peripheral as I lapped at the water. I glanced over and back again, unable to rationalize my thoughts and desires. I glanced back at the bowl, my own reflection distorted in the bottom. Still, as a leaned in, cold water splashing sloppily on my face, I couldn't stop looking over at the rubber toy. "Awww, doggy wants his bone?" the boy said, reaching over to pick up the chew toy and hold it out in front of my still wet mouth. It was smaller than most chew toys, probably specifically designed for human use. I opened my mouth slowly and leaned forward, biting down firmly onto the toy. SQUEEK! I dropped it, startled by the sudden noise. Damien fell back in a fit of giggles, hands covering his blushing cheeks. "Oh, you're so cute! You really are the best dog ever!" he said, reaching up to hug around my shoulders are tight as his little arms could. I lowered my head, inhaling the warm scent of his hair, the quintessential musk of boy, of something forbid and wrong. My cock began leaking faster as I leaned in closer, licking as his face like the excited mutt I had been reduced to. He giggled more as I ran my cooling tongue over those warm, soft, flawless cheeks, before turning and pushing my tongue between his lips. His fingers tightened, digging lightly into my shoulders as I kept lapping, working my tongue in and out of his mouth as he wriggled around, moving every direction except away from my assault. His mouth tasted gently of chocolate, almost a reminder that even as a dog this could quickly become toxic. Still, before I could even entertain shadows of fear, the boy pulled away and placed the squeak toy in my mouth again. I held it carefully between my teeth, doing my best not to bite down and make it squeak loudly again. "You're such a good boy," Damien said, grinning as he leaned down, inching closer towards my throbbing length. His fingers gently rested on the shaft, pulling the skin back and replacing it again, just using his fingertips to carefully stroke me, making every muscle quiver. "Stay, sit pretty," he said firmly. Really, there was no need. There was no where I'd rather be. I moved up on to my knees, raising my hands like paws in front of myself. The two gentle hands grasped me, beginning to milk my veiny cock. Precum began to weep from the flaring slit, welling up under the hood as he stroking grew faster. I gritted my teeth slightly, still doing my best to bite down into the squeak toy again as my heart fluttered. One hand slid down to gently tug at my balls, exploring his new possession, before sliding back to gently touch across my pucker. Truthfully, when it came to receiving, I was a total newbie. I put more expertise in making guys my bitches and sending them home. The finger pressing gently against my hole was foreign, regardless of how small and delicate it was. Our eyes met again, blue startling me before those rose petal lips parted and wrapped around the head of my cock. SQUEEEEK! The toy sounded as I lurched forward, body electrified as the warm lips worked slowly over the head and tongue flicked around the edge of the foreskin, slipping under it slightly to gather up all the pre and musk that had build up there. I leaned down and sifted my fingers through that soft blond hair. "Shit, kid, slow down. Keep doing that, and I'm gonna shoot." He pulled back suddenly, pouting before kissing me again. I welcomed it before he pushed his tongue into my mouth and deposited a large mouthful of gathered precum onto my tongue. I blushed hard, tasting my own musky cock on that eager little tongue, as he stood and returned to the box. "I thought I told you to call me Young Master," he said. "I thought I told you to stay and sit pretty." I flinched, genuinely upset that I had failed on an order. I wriggled around, a canine whimper unconsciously forming in my throat. He lifted up a pair of small leather pouches. I squinted, tilting my head curiously before he slipped one on my hand like a mitten. Inside rested a bar to wrap my fist around. As I squeezed it, the boy wrapped the strap around the wrist and tightened it into place. With no hesitation, he quickly gloved the other hand and locked it. I glanced down, looking at the paw pad design on the bottom, realizing I was now in mitts and wouldn't be using my hands or fingers for a long while. My heart began to race, another freedom stripped away from me as the boy moved up behind me. "Do you accept your punishment?" "Yes, Young Master," I replied automatically, lowering my head, keeping my ass raised as he began to stroke around my hole again. Warm saliva dribbled down onto his fingers before pressing back against the passage, finally pushing inside. I leaned forward, instinctively trying to avoid the probing fingers, but a sharp tug of the leash pulled me back to my previous position. The boy's fingers were smaller, but not small enough to slip in without resistance. My body tensed as I fought to stay still, the fingers curling just a little to press down against my prostate with almost medical precision. "Mmmph!" I cried out, biting my lower lip to keep from groaning louder. The boy giggled and nodded over to the piece of rawhide. "Go get it, boy. Go on," he ordered, keeping his fingers inside. I swallowed hard and began to crawl, taking time to center the mitts before putting them down. The wriggling fingers made my body shake, making each step even more unsteady. "Go get it, boy. Come on," he urged me further. I leaned forward, sliding down to a pathetic faceplant as the mitts slid out from under me before crawling the last two feet to seize the rawhide in my mouth. The taste wasn't the greatest, but something about the way he cooed praises to me and ruffled my hair made me want to wag my tail. Heh. Tail. This kid was making me delusional. I chewed more, drool beginning to run down my chin as I arched back into the pumping fingers. I turned my head over my shoulder, watching as he stood up behind me, squatting down to line himself up, and easily pushed all of his chubby little length inside. My body seized up as I bit harder down into the rawhide. I'd used fingers and even a toy once or twice, but believe or not, this was my first time getting fucked. He lacked size, but still, my body shuddered as he slammed to the hilt, just long enough to work over my prostate with each hip-smacking thrust. I drooled more, barely able to comprehend it. I was being fucked. I was on all fours, having my cherry taken by this boy, My Master. "Good doggy," he whispered with a soft gasp, his hips beginning to slap louder against mine as his hands sank hard into my hips, holding me still. The hand pulled back and came slamming down against my ass cheek with a resounding crack. I dropped the rawhide and barked loudly. Christ, now he has me barking... I couldn't bring myself to even form logical words, just barked and whined for more, dropping down onto my belly to grind my own cock into the plush carpet while the boy pressed down atop me, squeezing around me tightly as his hips worked into a mad blur. The hand raced up my body to yank hard on the collar for leverage as he slammed in hard before emitting the cutest whine I've ever heard. His toes curled as his shuddered and heaved, hot trickles of clear boy cream beginning to drip inside my well used hole. The hands rolled me onto my back with surprising force, the grinning boy seizing my pulsing length. I swallowed hard, waiting for the command, the feel of such soft skin almost pushing me over the edge. "Wait for it, boy, waaaait," he said playfully, stroking me faster. I held my breath, eyes wrenched shut as I fought back climax. I didn't want to cum. I didn't want to be a bad dog. My pissslit flared with each stroke like a bass, pre oozing out onto the quickly working hands. "No cumming yet! Hold it back!" I shut my eyes hard, whining as I feebly attempted to conjure up any unpleasant thoughts I could to prevent the inevitable. But despite efforts, the only think I could think about was my Master! Even with my eyes shut, every detail of the boy was burned in my memory. He pulled out, hands abandoning me as I felt cum trickling down out of my hole. I seized and howled out, thrashing about as my painfully hard dick splattered my belly with precum, hanging on the edge, wanting and resisting release at the same time. The boy sighed happily and worked his way up to his feet, a little unsteady after such exertion. He opened up the case again and fished about as I tried to remain still, wanting to use the brief moment of mercy to try to relax and come down from the intensity, but everything from the aftertaste of rawhide in my mouth to the leather transforming my hands into paws refused to let me forget what would be my new life. After what felt like an eternity, he finally returned, holding up a piece of rubber with great pride. I leaned up, resting my weight on my elbows to get a better look. One end was flared like a butt plug while the other was long and curved like a dog tail. All masculine bravado was gone. I threw my legs up, holding the backs of my knees to expose my hole, wanting nothing more in life than to have that toy lodged deep inside me. "Haha, you're an eager puppy now! Do you really want it?" "Yes, I want it, I want it!!" I cried out longingly, tongue hanging from the corner of my mouth. "You didn't say the magic word! Maybe you don't deserve a reward," he said with a little pout, turning the tailplug in his hands, observing it. "No, please, Young Master! Please, Young Master, I want my tail! Please help turn me into a puppy!" I shouted, words formed on impulse and flowing in a nearly incomprehensible chain. The boy giggled and pressed the tip against my hole, slowly turning it as he worked it inside. It was bigger than I had anticipated, hole twitching and aching in response to being split open. One smooth hand trailed up my thigh as the other rotated the plug, working it ever deeper inside with surgical precision. The pain grew as I felt it pressing in deeper, but I endured. I wanted a tail. I wanted to be a puppy. Suddenly, the plug surged forward one last inch, my hole clamped down around the thinner portion as I began to squirm and groan, feeling the rest of my insides widened and invaded. But as I wiggled back and forth, tryin to adjust, I felt something tapping gently on each ass cheek-- my new tail. "Attention, boy! Up on all fours," he said, snapping his fingers as I rolls over, feeling the huge plug sloshing around in my boycum filled hole. I wagged faster, the plug thumping against my prostate over and over again as I feared pushing myself over that cliff without Master's permission. I looked up at him pleadingly as he grinned down at me, silent. The silence grew painfully heavy as I shut my eyes as tight as I could, unable to stop wagging, no matter how much my body urged me not to. I truly was my Master's dog. "Sit pretty!" he commanded. I moved up on my knees, hands up like paws, cock lewdly wagging back and forth, shooting precum everywhere as the fat head throbbed an angry deep purple. "Lay down!" he commanded. I dropped down and lowered my head, fighting the urge to grind into the plush carpet. "Roll over!" he commanded. Without hesitation, I rolled onto my back, posing cutely for him as he clapped his hands excited with a giggle. "Ok, boy! You can finish!" My eyes opened, the world zooming into focus as I took in a deep breath. A single glance at him was all it took before I threw my head back in a feral howl, volleys of cum splattering across my body in thick streaks, hosing myself down like a geyser. Time stood still as I gasped, tongue flicking at the corner of my mouth to taste a little of the cum that managed to reach my face. The boy moved down to his hands and knees, snuggling himself tightly up against me. I watched the ceiling swirl slowly as the headrush ended. But something was different. Something remained. I turned my head to press my nose down into the soft hair, breathing in the smell. "Now's the part," he said softly, voice muffled against my chest, "where all my dogs get up and go home." "I don't want to," I whispered, words falling from my lips before I could even think them through, operating on impulse. I pulled him in tighter. "You are my Master. And I will protect you." He went still, only his fingertips moving as he tensed just enough to tug me in closer. I smiled and hugged him into me. "Eww! You're all sticky!" he laughed, his smile returning as I moved up, smearing all the drying cum onto him as I tried to wrestle with him. "Oh no! I'm a dirty pup, guess I'm going to need a bath!" I teased him, wrestling with him and giving his cheek and neck tiny bites when he allowed me close enough. We played and scrapped around the floor, as he laughed and gave my leash sharp tugs every time I began to gain the upper hand. Time passed happily and seemingly without end. A genuine happiness filled me as I hung on his ever word. I am his proud Guard Dog. I have devoted my life to protect him. And I always will. *** Six week passed. I stood outside the gates of the private boy's elementary academy, adjusting the cuffs on the suit Doctor Alexis bought for me. While I did enjoy the flat black, matching the leather collar still locked in place around my throat, I sometimes felt I would never adjust to the 'civilized' aspect to all of it. Thinking of the collar, I adjusted my tie, the top button of the shirt the only thing covering the leather strap. As the bell rang, boys filtered out through the gates, but I didn't have to search for my Master. I raised my head and saw him pushing his way to the front, leaping up to hug me from nearly three feet away. I embraced him before setting him down. "Good afternoon, Young Master. Good day at school?" I asked, taking his hand in mine as I lead him back to the car waiting for him. "It was ok, Boney. Are you staying with us again tonight?" he asked. He asked every day since the first day, smile growing a little every time. I paused only to open the car door and carefully usher him inside. "Of course, Young Master. I won't stand to ever see you without your guard dog again."