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This is Nifty. You know the rules, policies and disclaimers. Respect them! This story is about two adult men (one who identifies himself as a pup) engaged in consentual sexual activity. As I've read on here so many times too, even though these guys don't use a rubber doesn't mean you shouldn't! Wrap it up!
This is my second adult fantasy, using the same protagonist from "What You Thought You Wanted" (3/3/2012). I might wish that the sexual situations in these stories reflect upon real events in my life, but they don't...yet. I'd like to know what you think of the stories. This one is less aggressive than the last, but hopefully as entertaining! Please send any praise or CONSTRUCTIVE criticism to me at...
EYES UP, OR ELSE... By MasterT44@ymail.com, 2012
(Author's note: The opening takes place in a doctor's office while waiting for a procedure. While none of the staff are real, the study that the protagonist and subject are there to participate in IS REAL. As much as I want to entirely entertain you with this story, I also want to inform members of the members of our community that are unaware.)
Waiting is a bitch. Waiting alone is more of a bitch. Having no entertainment except the over-sized face of a middle-aged middle-morning "news" show hostess smiling down at you like Big Brother is just the icing on the bitch cake. I'm glad to soon trade it for having blood drawn! It's only a few vials, then I get a cookie (how kindergarten is that!) and a bottle of juice (yes, a whole bottle just like a great big adult). My mood has been fowl since that flake last night never showed up for the meet near my hotel room. I was honest about what I was going to use him for; he said he was in; and then nothing. An hour I waited in that parking lot when I should have been deep inside...
Hello, there! You are a very welcome site in this waiting room! Bending over the desk to talk quietly with the receptionist is just fine by me...that ass is clearly defined and very tempting. Still, there's no point in whispering. The waiting room may be spacious enough to pack in the paying clients, but these walls echo everything when it's empty.
You're here for the HVTN 505 trial. Good boy! That tells me a lot of info right then and there: you're gay, you're male (and not a tranny or drag king), you're cock is cut (though I really couldn't care less), you're very regularly tested HIV- (always a plus), and you've given some serious thought to the benefit of helping others. Now if only I can get you to want to help me with my problem... The receptionist leaves to tell a staff member you've arrived and we're all alone.
I lean back and stretch my whole body--casually, of course--just in time for you to turn around and notice me (being the only one in the room). I see the quick twitching of your eyes as you take me in: overweight but not grotesque, hairy at the neck and pits in my A-shirt, arms and pecs flexed, and for the moment exposing a clear outline of a cock down the right leg of some very short thin cotton shorts. I doubt you're even noticing my eyes. Slowly and without much grace you move near me to the back of the room and settle that fine asset of yours in the chair just not-quite opposite of me, taking a magazine from a nearby table. I guess choosing the magazine is supposed to mean you're not interested in conversing.
It doesn't take much to let my cock take over and stiffen fully. Your eyes completely betray the idea that you're reading the magazine and instead show you're hungry stare at my cock. If those eyes don't go back to the magazine soon, you're done for! I cross my right leg over the left and, for a moment, you get a proper look at the cock head creeping its way toward the cuff of the shorts, and then my shin is covering your line of sight. Now what will you do?
Sliding down in the seat is just what we both wanted. You're mine now and admitting to it! You get to stare at the underside of that cock head; I see the wet spot forming in the inner seam of those khaki colored jeans. What a slut you are and what fun we're going to have! But not here... not with cameras and a receptionist due back.
All too soon, now, one of the researchers comes to call me back. Your face goes bright red and the magazine flies into place... not like she could actually see your eyes when you've got your back to her! I tell you I'll see you soon, but the tone tells you I'm in charge. You gulp audibly in response.
My morning is going great and even giving four tubes of blood is not a downer! The researcher is welcoming and kind, apparently oblivious of my still slightly stiffened cock. We do weight, blood pressure and temperature (yes, there are some sticks I'll allow in my mouth... for a good cause!) and then she gives me information about the trial progress. Apparently, the current signs are so significant that this process slows or prevents the spread of HIV in the body that the governing board for it wants even more participants. Knowing just four shots over the course of a few months seems to be really making a difference in preventing HIV (in me as much as in others!) makes me feel great! It's worth the blood tests! I have no idea if I'm in the 50% of the group that gets the real shots or the other 50% of the group that gets the placebo, but somehow I feel safer! The meeting ends on a high note with a new appointment and a hug and I stride from
the building eager to meet my next appointment.
I have enough time standing outside to calm myself down and recover my air of authority before you come walking out. I know that smile is the same one I was just wearing. At first it tugs on my heart strings, but then I notice how pretty those lips are and what I want them to be doing. I think you'll be smiling the same way when we're done. I know I will. Without a word I walk toward my car. Are you in or out?
Footsteps behind me answer the question. I open the driver's door and you're standing just a few inches from me, mouth open and noises coming out like you're trying to stammer through a statement. You seem to be afraid and need guidance: I can handle that. I reach back and put my hand on your ass, guiding you toward the driver's door. You fold downward, ass to me, and knee walk across my bench seat to sit in the passenger's seat. I climb in and start the battery so the AC will cool the car down. I've worked up a little sweat (anticipation more than heat) and the AC circulates it. Your scent of anticipation and fabric softener mingles with mine. Your eyes stop looking worried and smile at me. I smile back warmly and reach up to your neck to pat you. Something hard is under the collar of your shirt and I fold it back to look. A stiff nylon dog collar in royal blue with silver-metal clips! But no tag.
I ask you if you're owned and the smile leaves your eyes as you shake your head no. For today, you're owned. Something about a stray puppy just always gets to me. I pat your head and the smile comes back in full force. You rush over to me and push your head against my chest and I can hear you heavily breathing my scent. Your head moves closer to my crotch and I lean back as your nose pushes aside my shorts leg and pushes itself against my hard cock and sweating balls. No licking, just smelling and moving them around, getting my scent on your face. I push your head away and sit up, resting your head on my knee. Without a question, you accept that I am driving us somewhere and you put your feet (having removed your shoes... good boy!) curled up with you on the seat. I order you to take your shirt off and (without raising anything up more than necessary) you remove your shirt and hand it to me. I take it and toss it in the back seat.
A slight whimper of surprise escapes and I stroke my hand down your back to relax you, collar to belt, back and forth. Within a few minutes I notice your breathing has become slow and shallow.
The bump from the street into the parking lot of my hotel wakes you. You sit and look around and reach back to get your shirt. I firmly seize your arm and bring it back to the front, shirt still laying in the back. You look at me questioningly and I answer with a firm but clear "No." I open my door and get out and make room for you to follow. You crawl to the door slowly and unsure. I reach for your collar and pull slightly, urging you out. You stay crouched as you leave the car, but I pull you upright. You'll walk like a man for now. The ground is no doubt warm but not uncomfortable under your feet and the bright mid-day sun makes your collar and erect nipples both shine and throw bold shadows down your body. I loop my finger through one of the silver-metal clips and pull you along slightly behind me, down a corridor and toward the hotel room door. We can hear a nearby door open and I feel you lurch on the collar, trying to pull
away or speed up, but I hold firm and we maintain a steady pace. I pull the flat plastic card from my pocket and open the door, a wave of cold air gushing past me and your shiver a second later goes clear down my arm.
With the door closed behind us, I release your collar and stroke your neck briefly. I walk toward the AC controls and order you to strip. By the time I've reduced the air pressure from HIGH to LOW (though keeping the same temperature) and turned around, you're standing naked (except for the collar) and your clothes are folded neatly and stacked on the floor under a chair. Just the word "Down" drops you to your knees and hands while I sit on the foot of the bed. I just need to be sure you're not going to bolt...
"Fetch the paper" has an amusing and serious result. You hesitate just long enough for my mood to darken before crawling awkwardly to the door, looking back the whole way. The first naked site of your ass is superb; the completely exposed dark rosy center is inviting. Your balls dangle a bit between your thighs and your slightly shriveled cock wags in the cool air. At the door you hesitate again before reaching up with one paw to pull the bar of the door handle. I know IF you're going to call it quits, now is the time: crawling naked into the hallway enough to grab the plastic-wrapped paper while the door squeezes your exposed skin as it tries to shut automatically. I hold my breath while you start to pull the door back. With nearly blinding speed the door is open, you're on the ground and the paper is in your teeth as you pull back into the room. The door swings shut and slams. With a huge smile stretched wide, you crawl to the foot
of the bed and drop the paper at my feet. You're all in for this.
I remove my shoes and set them aside: you reach down and grasp both in your teeth by the inner ankle and re-position them beside the chair that your own clothes are under. I notice you linger with your nose over my well-worn shoes, breathing in that scent. Meanwhile I've removed both socks. Those I put on the bed beside me. You reach one paw up to take them and I gently smack it away with a clear "No." Not upset by the instruction, you cock your head questioningly but I continue without explanation. My A-shirt is next to come off and I toss it to the floor. With speed, you pick up the shirt with both paws and bring it to your nose before folding it and setting it atop the chair seat. Finally, I stand and untie the rope knot in the shorts and let them fall from me before sitting again. Before I can even remove my feet from them, your face is buried in the fabric. I pull my feet away and you pull them up in your teeth and fling them
so waist band settles around your face. Your deep breathing is making my cock leak and it's painful to sit and watch as you fold and stack the shorts with my shirt before returning your full attention to me.
I consider calling you to "Bath time" but that can wait. I'm too ready and your dripping cock says you are too. I lean forward and put my hand to the back of your head and guide it to my left foot. Without an order you begin bathing the foot with your tongue, slowly moving up to the ankle. Then the right foot. By the time you've reached the right ankle, your tongue seems dry. "Water?" has you back at full attention to my face and your ass waving slightly back and forth. I stand and walk to the bathroom sink--you at my heels--and unwrap a plastic cup and fill it with cool water, putting it down to the floor where your tongue laps at it deeply. I refill the cup and walk back to the bed. After a moment you've drained the cup (without using your hands) and crawled back to the foot of the bed.
I pull your head slowly to where my cock and balls dangle over the edge of the comforter. Your tongue comes out but "No" gets you back under control. I pull your head closer and your nose touches my wet cock head. Good! That completes the package of a dog with a cold wet nose! I laugh to myself and give you a nod to go at it. I lean back and watch as your tongue laps playfully at my precum, my cock, my balls and the inner thighs. I lay back completely, cool breeze blowing at one of my pits and across my nipples as your tongue and finally your mouth works at sucking out my pending load. Pup, you're a well experienced cocksucker and your head work is expert. My balls are expertly tugged and coddled in ways only hands have ever accomplished for me!
You've already worked hard for it and I let the first load flow freely onto your tongue. I look up in time to see that my over-ready balls are unloading faster than you can swallow. As my cock softens back into a normal size and shape, I sit up and pull your head back. I wipe up the dribbling cum from your chin and some from my cock head and wipe it on your lips. Like a good pup, you wait for my permission to lick it up.
I slide back on the bed and pat the empty space beside me, inviting you up. You leap onto the bed and cuddle up with your nose in my pit, sheltered from the cold wind by my body. I feel your hot, slimy cock press itself to my leg. "Don't hump!" You cringe back a little but stay in place, cock shrinking slightly from my leg. I stroke my free hand over your flank. You roll your body back slightly and I indulge you in a tummy rub, from your chest (but not the nipples) down to your inner thighs (but not your cock). You writhe in pleasure and agony as your cock expands to full swell again. Your lips part slightly and I feel you lick my pit gently. I rest my hand over your belly button and slow my breathing. It's not long before I hear you snoring softly. I look down and your cock is still inflated but no longer wet. I watch you sleep wondering just what you've been through lately that you can sleep so easily and so soundly in the arms
of a complete stranger. A little while passes and you roll onto your stomach and resume snoring soundly. I stroke your back and ass cheeks softly.
I move around, discard the socks and reposition the large hotel pillow to block the wind from you. In my luggage is the bottle of lube I had intended to expend the night before, and I rub the bottle in my hands vigorously to warm it up. A large puddle in my hands is all I need and I smooth it onto your ass cheeks, rubbing gently but firmly until they glow in the artificial lights around the room. My thumbs slowly squeeze and spread the cleft of your ass and make their way down to your rosy hole. Without even pushing, both thumbs slide into you and the snoring continues. Your insides are clean, smooth and eagerly stretch to meet the demands of my fingers. I'm so engrossed in thinking about what you must have been through to get like this--no tightness of the sphincter and not disturbed by the most intimate touch or violation--that I don't notice more of my fingers sliding inside you. I finally stop and wash my hands in the sink.
I return to your side and cover us both with a blanket. You toss and turn a bit in your sleep--staying in contact with my body at all times--but it's dark before your snoring stops completely and your eyes open. They focus on my eyes, looking down at you from where I sit still holding my book. You smile at me wholeheartedly and I wink down at you. After a stretch and a yawn, you life the covers over my lap and take my mostly soft cock into your mouth and nurse on it, causing it to swell quickly. You settle the covers back down over your head and mouth my cock for a long time. Perfect in every motion and touch. My climax is building quickly, but this is not what I've been waiting for all day. I pull the covers back exposing your head and draw you up to lean against my chest. One of your paws moves to my cock and slowly strokes it, keeping it hard but not bringing me to cum.
I turn your face towards me with my hand. "Do you live in a home?" Your head nods an affirmative. "Are you abused there?" You think that over and shake your head no. I'm not completely convinced. "Do you sleep in a bed there?" Another no. "Do you want to leave there forever?" Again, you think it over and shake your head no, this time with conviction. This is a one-night stand and part of me is deeply relieved. My cock screams to use you now.
"I'm going to fuck you. Get in position." Your face lights up brightly and you roll from under the covers and back on top of them, head and elbows on the mattress, legs spread and ass skyward. I kneel on top of the covers between your spread legs and find you're hole is at exactly the right height for my cock. (More proof you're an expert cock whore!) Your ass cheeks are dry but the hole still shows some gloss to it. No need to waste more good lube, I spit into my hand and rub it on my aching cock.
The head presses against your opening and meets pressure...far more pressure than earlier! I press a little and my cock slides millimeter by millimeter down until your hole is sucking me in. The pressure around my cock ripples; through my hands I can feel your glutes moving very slightly. Your milking the cum from me, but that's not what your here for. Buried all the way inside you I throw my weight forward and push your hips down to the bed. I hear you squeak in surprise. Your paws spread outward in response and I take your wrists with my hands. My weight now supported by my chest on your back, I throw my legs up and out, pinning your knees at the edge of the bed with my shins. When your breath comes back, I hear you giggle with accepting our new position.
Your ass is no longer squeezing or milking my cock, but my cock is rubbing in your tube and bumping a spot that makes you pant. I press the button over and over and feel you start to squirm beneath me. You whimper slightly until it start to sound like you're in pain. I release your hands and roll slightly to one side and you roll with me, now laying beside me, still deeply impaled. Your cock springs free and I can feel in front of you that you've cum on the bed spread, the texture too inconsistent to be only precum. I lift some to your mouth and you contentedly lick my fingers clean. Your breathing slows while I'm pumping into you. Again, a light snore. Not an insult given what I've learned about you, but not to be tolerated at a time like this. I shake you awake and order you to mount my cock.
I roll onto my back and you smoothly throw your legs over my waist and slide down onto my hard cock without using your hands. Squeezing and milking this time are fine by me while you slide up and down in long strokes. It's not long before you've actually got me moaning and I notice your cock is standing hard and dripping fresh juice again. I seize your hips and urge you to slide faster on my cock while also trying to pump up into you.
When my cock can't take anymore I squeeze your hips hard and hold you in place as my cum dumps load after load freely into your hole. Almost in sync with each of my cum shots I see your cock unload again, spraying up onto my chest. You finish shooting before me and fall forward onto my chest, my cock coming almost out of your hole. I thrust back into you one last time and feel you ripple the last of my cum from the tube. When I relax my hips again, my cock pops out of your hole and I involuntarily laugh at the sound.
It's a minute or two before feeling returns enough to notice you're licking your cum from my chest. I spread my arms and let you follow the trails that your melting cum has left there. The cold air is chill against my warm, wet armpit. After cleaning my chest of cum you move down my body and clean every trace you can find of our fluids, finishing with another glorious bath on my cock and balls.
I can't deny the sleepiness that comes over me and I invite you to snuggle with me under the covers. You move beneath the sheets as I turn out the central light in the room. I'm not sure which of us fell asleep first. I awoke during the night to find you curled in a ball at my feet under the covers. I lay my head back and quickly fell back to sleep. The chime of my phone notifying me I have email awoke me around dawn. It was on the nightstand instead of where I had left it in my shorts pocket. I notice there's no heaviness in the bed either at my side or at my feet; there's no snoring or breathing besides my own. My keys, wallet and phone are all sitting in plain sight on the nightstand. I pick up the phone and activate the screen to see a new contact. "PUP" has left me his email and phone number. I switch apps to view the email.
"Visiting Master,
"Greatest appreciation for playing with me today. Came home naked to tell the other pups I live with about you. Alpha Pup tells me to say Visiting Master is welcome to play with any of our pups whenever you like. Call me.
"Pup"
All of my belongings are present except the pair of shorts I had worn to my appointment. I shower and dress in fresh clothes. In the pocket of the remaining clean shorts is a royal blue collar with silver-metal clips ("naked," as you said) and in the back seat of my car is a rumpled shirt.