Butch Boy
As for Steve, her new husband, he seemed to like that damn dog of his more than me. Brutus, his dog, had accepted Mother the day she moved into Steve’s house, but he was always growling and glaring at me. I was deathly afraid of his big Doberman. When the call came about Grandmother being sick, Mother said she would come to look after her. I knew it would be one long summer alone with Steve and Brutus, and I begged her to let me go with her. She said she would only be gone for three months, which was too expensive.
I watched as Steve and Mother pulled away and decided to go in and watch TV. I lay there on the sofa, and Brutus lay on the floor watching my every move. It was getting dark when I heard Steve pull up in the long gravel drive. He was carrying a bag, and as he entered, he told me to wash up for supper. Setting two bowls on the table, he filled them with some dumb Chinese food telling me it was his favorite and for me to eat.
Then, taking a steak from the refrigerator, he cut it into pieces and put it on a plate for Brutus. I muttered that was the steak mother had fixed for my supper, and all Steve said was for me to shut up and eat. Grumbling, I told him he that fed that damn dog of his better than he did me. Coming over and grabbing up my dish, he slammed it to the floor, telling me if I was going to act like a bitch dog, I might as well eat like one.
When I tried to get up, he put his foot on my back, pushing me to the floor and telling me to eat like a good dog. Now afraid of him, I went down on all fours and began licking at my food. As Brutus gulped his food, he kept glancing over at me. When he’d finished his steak, he walked over, licking my face like a playmate. It was the first time the dog was ever friendly to me. Steve sat there watching to ensure I ate, then got up and dug through one of the kitchen drawers, pulling out a dog collar.
Reaching down and putting it on me, saying I could take the collar off when he gave me the same respect that Brutus did. Looking up at him. He was smiling and leaning down, patting my head like one of his pets. It was the first time Steve made a move to be friendly, even if it was a cruel joke. I wore that collar all that evening until I went to bed.
When I got up that next morning, I’d had this crazy dream of being Steve’s pet dog and how wonderful he treated me. Thinking I would get even with him for that stuff yesterday, I decided to play the part of his dog. Drying off, I combed my hair down around my face and, staying naked, put that color on. Slipping down the stairs, I sat at that bowl, waiting for him to come for breakfast and feed his animals.
Suddenly, Brutus was sitting there next to me. Looking over and licking my face, he ran his nose into my ass, sniffing me like a bitch. That’s how Steve found us, me sitting there naked with a collar on and Brutus sniffing my ass. Before I could even say anything, he said I made a dam cute little bitch dog. Going along with the joke, he fixed my breakfast and put it into the dish.
Then, calling out, “Come and eat Sammy and Brutus.”
He fed the same thing to Brutus. We kept the joke up all day, and he was terrific to me. He talked, laughed, and even took us out in the yard to play catch. Determined to make my point, I played catch like a dog. I, of course, was at a disadvantage playing the dog because my mouth was smaller than the dogs.
Finally, when we went into the house to finish the joke, I licked his hand when he petted my head. We played that dog game all day. I thought he would tell me to stop it at bedtime. Crawling into bed that night, I did feel like a dog. It was dawn when I awoke, and he was standing over my bed. Putting a coke collar around my neck, he said he was taking his pets out for a walk so they could relieve themselves.
He led us around, telling me I’d better shit, and then he would take us in for breakfast. I felt the joke was going too far, but when I tried to get up, he pulled on the choke chain, forcing me down on all fours again. That was when it happened. I felt that cold nose of that hound up my ass, and before I could move, he was up on his hind legs trying to hump me. As Brutus mounted my ass, Steve yanked up on my chain, forcing me to stay on my knees and hold still or choke.
I begged him to let me up, but laughing, he said I was the one playing a bitch, so I was going to get fucked like a bitch. The dog had managed now to get that cock of his up my ass and was going at me. Suddenly I realized I loved it, and spreading my legs made it easy for Brutus to move further up my back and into my ass. He began moving like a machine humping my ass.
I felt that knot swelling up my ass and his warm fluid filling me. Steve was now having fits of laughter as he watched his two animals copulating. I tried to move away from Brutus, but I found him locked in my asshole. Great fucking show, Sammy. Now Brutus has his bitch to fuck. Finally, when he dismounted, I ran into the house crying like a baby. I had just let a dog fuck me.
I stayed in my room the rest of the day, and I must confess, when I got over the shock, I liked being fucked by that dog. That night, I went to bed naked, leaving my door open a little, hoping he would try again.
Around midnight, I felt that cold nose nudging me. It was Brutus, and he was hot again, looking for his new bitch. I knew what it was all about and wanted him this time. Crawling out of bed, I knelt with my chest on the bed, letting him mount my ass again. He was going at it, and when I felt that knot swell again, I knew what to expect. As his cock locked into my ass, I waited for that wonderful hot feeling of his cum. That was when Steve threw on the lights. This time he just sat on the bed and rubbed the back of my neck like a pet, telling me I was a good little bitch.
When the dog finally got off me, he slipped out of the room and down to his bed. Steve walked over to the door and, shutting it, told me to stay there. Seconds later, he was standing there naked with his cock swelling and beginning to ooze. Softly saying that while I was still slick from Brutus, he wanted to fuck his bitch boy now. He slid right in, and I began whimpering as that big cock of his stretched me wide open.
Slapping me on the back, he demanded I keep my mouth shut and take it like a bitch with some breeding. He stayed getting his nuts off, but when he came, I missed the feeling of that knot up my ass. Pulling me up, he told me I would sleep with him as his bitch until Mother got back.
We fell into quite a routine after that. Steve would screw me at night, and I learned to blow him in the morning. After getting up, he would walk us, letting Brutus hump me. I had become a bitch, and I looked forward to being fucked.
*****
It was just what seemed like one short summer, and Mother returned. Seeing how we were getting along, she was delighted at how things had changed. She thought it was wonderful that Steve had remodeled a room in the barn for me to stay in while I was attending junior college. I could live at home and still go to school. He even hugged me in the morning when I would come to the house for breakfast. She loved it when he and I would go for long walks with the dog.
He would always walk me back to the barn where Steve had fixed up that new bedroom for me. He had even put in a new stall in the barn for me, telling me I was one of his prize animals. I would then always strip, getting down on all fours to crawl into my stall, where I would service them like a good bitch. Then, when they left, I would go to my room and study. I now thought of Steve as my master more than my stepfather.
The End.
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