Date: Wed, 16 Mar 2011 16:05:33 +0000
From: Trevor Martindale <attaboy-jojo@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Craving - Part 3 (M+/t+, Interracial, BDSM)

All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is
entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of
sexual activity between adult males and teenage boys.
READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or
offended by such material.

The Craving - Part 3

By Trevor Martindale

Some two hours later I found myself in the nude and lying,
face up and spread-eagled, on another stripped-down bed.
My ankles and wrists were secured to the double bed with
a combination of handcuffs, leather straps and ropes.

'Now relax, rarse,' said Carl. 'If you make a fuss, I'll
order the dog to bite you.'

'Dog! What dog?' I asked nervously.

A naked boy entered the room on all-fours and clambered on
to the bed, between my outstretched legs. He looked quite
feral and thuggish, with a menacing gleam in his eye and
no hair on his head. A black leather collar encircled his
neck and I could see a rubber, dog-tail plug protruding
from his arsehole.

'The dog's name is Butch,' said Carl. 'He's lean and mean,
and very obedient.'

Butch gave out a low growl and bared his teeth, just like
a real dog.

'He certainly looks lean and mean,' I said. 'How old is
he?'

'He's sixteen years old,' Carl replied. 'And we've kept
him kennelled in the basement for almost a year.'

The boy's skin was albino white, so Carl and Gee had prob-
ably never let him out of the house since he arrived. I was
now getting rather worried about my own situation - Carl
and Gee might want to keep me kennelled in the basement,
alongside Butch. This submissive lark was getting out of
hand, but now I was in no position to call it a day and walk
away.

'If you play up, the dog will bite you,' said Carl, smiling.
'If you play along, he will lick you.'

Carl left the room, leaving the dog to guard me.

I pulled at the handcuffs, but they were locked tight. The
dog growled again.

'Steady, boy,' I said. 'I was just getting comfortable.'

Butch whined a little and opened his mouth. I pulled at the
handcuffs again as his tongue encircled my cock.

'Oh, fuck!' I exclaimed, shutting my eyes.

Butch settled down and went to work on my flaccid cock. Some-
how my fear and loathing didn't stop my penis from twitching
with excitement.

'Butch, stop!' I ordered. 'Bad dog. Stop...'

The boy's tongue forced me to stop talking and start moaning
with pleasure, which I knew would only encourage the cock-
sucking sod.

I opened one eye and took a peak at the boy's busy tongue,
which was now making my toes curl as it continued to lick my
cock into shape. Within minutes I was willing Butch on and
urging him to, 'Suck on that bone, boy. Make it nice and
stiff'.

I knew that I was taking a big risk: the boy's behaviour was
bordering on the psychotic. However, being fully restrained,
I was in no position to curb his enthusiasm. So I just lay
there and hoped for the best.

Suddenly, I was jolted out of my unbridled state of pleasure
by Carl's return. I heard his voice, but I didn't catch what
he said.

'The dog's licking my cock,' I said.

'And you like it, so don't pretend otherwise.'

'But he could bite...'

'Yes, that's true,' Carl interrupted. 'But he won't, unless
I order him to. He's been trained to get the best out of a
man's cock, so he won't bite off your balls without my say-
so.'

'And if I play along, that won't happen, right?'

'That's it, rarse. You belong to me now. I'm going to keep
you here for a month or so, and during that time I'm going
to pimp you out to my friends.'

'No, that ain't right,' I said. 'I can't stay here for a
month. I have things to do, people to see, places...'

'That's right, rarse. You have lots of things to do, and lots
of people to see. So just relax and get use to being my new
bum-boy.'

He ran his coal-black hands over my ribcage and sighed.

'So pale, so white,' he continued. 'You wouldn't want me to
beat you black and blue, and break a few of these [ribs]. So
be a good boy and co-operate.'

He then tweaked my nipples and left the bedroom.

Butch was quick to get back into his stride. I could feel his
saliva dripping on to my ball-sac as I edged toward an orgasm.
My legs stiffened, my upper body shuddered and I thrust my
hips upward.

'Fucking hell!' I exclaimed, as a jet of seed filled the boy's
mouth.

Butch swallowed the whole lot, including the second and third
spurts of spunk.

'Good dog, good dog,' I groaned. 'Lick it some more.'

That off the cuff request was a big mistake. My cock was truly
spent and rapidly losing its rigidity; however, that didn't
stop Butch from grabbing hold of my ball-sac, in a vice-like
grip, and reprising his earlier effort. His manic tongue just
wouldn't let my cock rest. I begged him for a respite, but the
little sod never let up.

I began to bounce around in my bonds, calling out for Carl to
intercede. I promised the wiry hound all kinds of favours, but
nothing would stop him from torturing my cock with his lips and
tongue.

With the palm of his hand, Gee banged twice on the door as he
entered the bedroom.

'Get down, Butch,' he ordered. 'Leave Bruno be. You can milk
him later, when we've shaved off his hair.'

'Bruno?' I queried. 'Who the fuck is Bruno?'

Gee smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed.

'That's your name, puppy boy,' he replied. 'You're going to
be kennelled here for a while, so you must have a dog collar,
a dog-tail plug and a dog name, and a nice bald head and hair-
less ball-sac.'

'No way!' I exclaimed. 'I didn't sign up for this. Let me go.'

'Sorry, boy. You have no say in the matter. You belong to us
now.'

I pulled again at the handcuffs as Gee ran his fingers up and
down my ribcage.

'Are you ticklish, Bruno?' the old man asked. 'Let's see if I
can make you laugh and cry at the same time.'

'No, no, no,' I implored, as the man's bony fingers went to
work on my upper body.

For some ten to fifteen minutes my body was subjected to a
roller-coaster ride of torment. I just couldn't stop laughing,
crying and cursing. The man had me twisting and turning, and
rattling around in my bonds, as I danced to his expert touch.

'Please stop!' I begged. 'I'll do anything, anything.'

'That's good to hear,' said Gee. 'We'll start with a nice
haircut.'

Butch was sent off to fetch a shaving kit and Bandit, another
albino white puppy boy. Bandit was taller and older than his
kennel mate, and, even without hair, far better looking. He
had girl-like features, a sexy body and a long, uncut cock.

Bandit and Butch ensured that I stayed put during my enforced
haircut. My hands were free from the cuffs, but my ankles re-
mained secured to the bed with leather straps and rope. I sat
up and watched, in the wardrobe mirror opposite, my hair being
removed by the handful. Gee seemed to really enjoy denuding me
of my upper and lower locks - I later discovered that he had
been trained as a barber, so he certainly knew how to give me
a close shave.

Before I was handcuffed to the bed again, Gee used a powerful
vacuum cleaner to remove any loose hair from the sheet cover-
ing the mattress; and in the process, he playfully used the
cleaner's nozzel to suck up my flaccid cock and hairless ball-
sac.


The cleaner popped loudly as the old man pulled the nozzle off
my cock-head and aimed it at my balls. Both orbs were dragged
up and in to the narrow pipe, and remained there for several
long and painful minutes.

'Lay Bruno down and cuff him to the bed,' said Gee to Bandit
and Butch. 'I want you two puppies to bond with your new ken-
nel mate. I want you to milk him dry and tickle him all over.
I'll be back in an hour with his collar and plug. We can then
introduce him to the Electric Lady and Sparky.'

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Copyright Trevor Martindale - March 2011