“Someone gave me this card?” Roger said nervously. The woman at the Fantasy Spa front desk looked up and smiled. She took the card from him and looked at it. “You are Adam?” she asked.
Roger blushed. “Actually, that’s my dog.” He indicated Adam, who sat as usual at his master’s feet. Adam was busy looking around the lobby, watching the coming and going of the other customers. Adam was, of course, not actually a dog; he was a boy, with dog ears fastened to a strap around his head, and a dog-tailed phallus shoved into his anus. But ever since the mysterious morning when he had woken up in this strange attire, everyone around him had treated him as a dog, and he had become so used to it that he almost doubted his own sanity.
“My friend gave me a gift card in the dog’s name as a joke,” said Roger. He reached down and ruffled Adam’s hair. Adam leaned against his leg for comfort; being naked in crowds still made him nervous, even though he knew that everyone around him thought he was a dog.
The woman at the desk leaned over and looked down at Adam. He looked up at her and when he met her eyes, she gave a mysterious smile. Adam jolted. He had the strangest feeling that she could see him for what he truly was. The woman looked back at Roger.
“As the card is in the dog’s name, he will have to be in the room with you.” She fished around behind the desk and came up with a key, which she handed to Roger. “Room 127. Down this hallway.” She indicated a hall just to the right of the desk. “Undress in the room and wait. You will know what you’re waiting for when it begins.”
Roger took the key and nodded. “Thank you.” He tugged Adam’s leash and led him down the hallway to the indicated room.
The room, when they entered, was richly furnished. A large four-post bed stood in the center, taking up much of the space, with a sumptuous silk coverlet in dark green. Roger closed the door behind them, dropped Adam’s leash, and removed his clothing. He sat on the bed, glancing idly about the room, waiting.
Adam, on the other hand, felt a most peculiar sensation the moment the doors closed. His thighs began to tingle and itch. He reached down to scratch them, but to no avail. The muscles began to burn and ache, crying out to be stretched. In an effort to ease them Adam stood, only to suddenly realize that he could, in fact, stand.
Startled, he looked over at Roger, who was staring at him with wide eyes. Adam flexed his fingers and wiggled them; yes, his dexterity seemed to have returned as well. That meant that probably...
“Can you understand me?” Adam’s voice was hoarse from disuse, but the words were understandable. Adam felt like crying in relief. And then Roger nodded and Adam did burst into tears, amazed that for the first time in almost a year, someone saw him for himself.
“You’re a boy,” Roger said in fascination. “How?”
“This is how I always see myself,” said Adam. “The only thing that’s different is that you can see it too now. You can see it, can’t you? That I’m human.”
Roger nodded. “You’re human and you have... Well, you have the ears on a strap and the uh...”
“The tail,” Adam finished. Roger looked sheepish and nodded.
“Come here,” Roger whispered, and Adam walked hesitantly to his side, kneeling in front of him. Roger reached out with trembling hands and unfastened the ears, setting them on the nightstand. He unclipped the leash, which he placed there as well, leaving only the collar around Adam's neck. His hands trailed down Adam’s sides, towards the tail protruding from his anus. When he got closer however, Adam put a hand on his wrist.
“Leave it,” he whispered. “I’m too used to it by now. I’d feel empty without it.”
“What if I replaced it with my own?” Roger whispered, equally softly.
Adam realized with a start what this was. The gift card had been made out to him; this was his fantasy. He closed his eyes and smiled for a moment, savoring. “Leave it,” he repeated. “You can put it in me at the same time.”
Roger grabbed him by the elbows and guided him onto the bed, then lay down on his back. He indicated his penis, which was already quite stiff. “Can I ask you to help me with this? Or do you only do it when there’s peanut butter involved?”
Greedily, Adam bent forward and took Roger’s penis into his mouth. At the first taste, his own grew rigid to match. He sucked on Roger’s member, fondling it with his tongue. He even brought his hands forward to massage Roger’s balls at the same time. He worshipped Roger’s cock with his mouth like it was a rare delicacy, feeding on it with enjoyment. Finally he took it deep into his throat, swallowing around the hard length, pressing Roger back against the soft green bed.
But then Roger took Adam’s head in his hands and gently lifted Adam’s mouth off of his member. Adam looked up at Roger, bereft, but Roger smiled. “I want to come inside you like a real lover.”
Adam smiled eagerly and got onto his hands and knees, his ass pointed towards Roger. But once again, Roger smiled and shook his head, moving Adam with his hands. “You’re human,” he said. “Let’s do this like humans.” He lay Adam on his back, head cradled by the green pillows.
“But you’re my Master,” Adam said. “Master me. Please.”
Adam could tell from Roger’s heavy breathing that his Master was eager to begin. Roger glanced around frantically and then stopped, his face twisting into a grin. He reached over to the bedside table grabbed up Adam’s discarded leash. He looped it over the headboard, and then used the ends to bind Adam’s wrists together above his head. Adam felt himself growing harder as he was restrained. He had dreamed of being tied down.
“How’s that, huh?” said Roger, his voice thick with arousal. Adam whimpered in pleasure and tossed his head. Roger chuckled. “Good boy,” he said.
Roger lifted Adam’s butt and grabbed hold of the dog tail. He pulled it back as much as the straps would allow, then plunged it back into Adam’s anus. Adam’s whole body jerked. Roger repeated his motions, then again, and again, fucking Adam with the toy. Adam was soon writhing with pleasure under Roger’s ministrations.
Finally Roger pushed Adam’s legs up and back, using his fingers to make room in Adam’s anus. He positioned his cock at the opening and pressed in above the dog toy. Adam groaned as the second phallus slid inside him, feeling the way the two moved against each other.
Roger began to rock inside him, thrusting in with deep, slow strokes. Adam gave a yipping cry every time the large cock plunged inside him. He began to regret having his hands tied; he wanted to touch Roger, wanted to stroke his own cock, wanted to participate somehow, but he could not. He was helpless, could only lie back as Roger continued to fuck him.
They completed three rounds of lovemaking. Roger rested each time after he came inside Adam. He would spend a moment playing with Adam’s nipples, biting them sharply, or licking at Adam’s ear, or teasing Adam’s cock with his fingers and tongue. Soon he would be hard again, and thrust himself into Adam once again. After the third time that Roger spilled his seed into his lover’s body, he collapsed next to the boy, breathing hard, and stroked his hair.
“Good boy,” he murmured. He reached up and unfastened the leash binding Adam’s hands. Adam’s wrists were raw and red from pulling against the straps, but it felt good. Roger lowered his head and licked at the wounds, making Adam gasp.
“Will you be a dog again when I wake up?” Roger asked.
“Probably,” said Adam. “This is only my fantasy after all.”
Roger yawned. “Anything you want to tell me now, before you go back?”
Adam thought about it. “Please don’t leave me alone with Carl,” he said. “He... Just please don’t leave me alone with him again.”
“I won’t,” Roger promised, stroking Adam’s hair. He leaned forward and kissed Adam gently.
“One more thing?” Adam said, as Roger began to drift off.
“Hm?” said Roger.
Adam kissed his forehead. “I love you.”