Dog-Sitting

Roger was frowning. “I wouldn’t leave him with you, except I couldn’t find anyone else who would dog-sit at the last minute like this,” he said to Carl.

Carl waved dismissively. “Relax, man. I’m not gonna kill it or anything.”

“Just don’t pull any shit,” said Roger sternly. He knelt down and took Adam’s face in his hands, rubbing his ears. “You be good for Carl now, okay? I’ll be back in two days.”

Adam clutched at his master. Please don’t leave me alone with him! he thought desperately. Fear made every muscle in his body tense, including his ass, which tightened around the dog-tailed phallus inside him. But Roger only smiled softly and ruffled his hair. Adam looked longingly after Roger as the door shut behind him with finality.

“Hey dog,” said Carl. “Welcome to my house. Come here.”

Reluctantly, Adam followed Carl down the stairs, prepared to bolt at any moment if he needed to. All that was at the bottom of the stairs, however, was a den, with his dog bed in one corner. “There’s your little beddy,” said Carl, showing him. “Your food and stuff’s in the kitchen.” Adam looked up at him suspiciously, then padded over to the bed. He had been woken up early this morning to be taken here, and he kind of wanted to get back to sleep.

Soon after he had closed his eyes, however, he heard a knock at the door and opened his eyes again as Carl left the room to answer it. He lifted his head, wildly hoping that maybe something had come up and Roger didn’t need to leave after all. But the voice he heard at the door was unfamiliar. He put his head back down.

Moments later, Carl and the new man came into the room. He looked the same age as Carl, around twenty, with the same sly, sarcastic expression. His hair was messily spiked and bleached blond. He dropped a small plastic bag and a box onto the coffee table. “We okay to do this?” he asked.

“Yeah,” said Carl. “My parents are picking my sister up at college and they’re gonna stay there overnight so they don’t have to drive both ways in one day. So we’re good until tomorrow around noon at the earliest. Probably until tomorrow evening.”

“Awesome,” said the man, then laughed. “I can’t believe you still live with your parents.”

Carl pointed at the man seriously. “You, Max, can shut the fuck up.”

Max chuckled again and leaned forward to open the containers on the table. From the box he removed some paper thing, and from the bag some green leaves. He began to roll a joint.

Adam rolled his eyes. He should have known. Knowing he wouldn’t be able to sleep with the thick, sweet pot smoke that would surely be filling the air soon, he got up and began to crawl out of the room.

“Hey man, what’s that?” said Max.

“Oh, that’s just Roger’s dog,” said Carl. “I’m taking care of him today and tomorrow while Roger’s out on business.”

“Cool,” said Max. He reached out a hand towards Adam. “Hey little guy,” he said. “I’m Max. Wanna sniff?” Then he held out his other hand, the one holding the joint. “Wanna sniff this?” he laughed.

Disgusted, Adam went to sleep in the living room.

A while later, the boys were chatting in the haze of the smoke-filled den. Everything seemed light and amusing.

“Aw man, we should totally use the dog to smuggle drugs or some shit like that,” Max said.

“What the fuck are you talking about man?” Carl took another long drag.

“No, seriously man,” said Max. “I heard it on TV, right? You shove the drugs up the dog’s butt, right? That way, when the airport dogs go to sniff him, the cops think the dog’s just being a dog, you know, right? So you’re clear.”

“Fuck man,” said Carl with a laugh, “that’s awesome. But nah, that’d be too much work. I mean, you can’t put that much into a dog, right? They’re pretty small.”

“Nah, nah, listen man,” said Max. “You can totally fit as much in a dog like that as you can in a person. Seriously. I mean, if you can fit a cock in a dog’s ass, you can totally fit enough drugs.”

“Shit man,” said Carl, “how do you know you can fit a cock in a dog’s ass? You can’t fit a cock in a dog’s ass!”

“Swear to God. These guys, these furries, right? They do it all the time. I read it on the internet. Swear to God. Bet you a million dollars you could fit it.”

“Fine then, prove it!”

“Fine. Put your dick in him.”

Carl gave him a disgusted look. “Dude, I’m not fucking Roger’s dog.”

“That’s ‘cause you know I’m right,” said Max.

“Fuck you! It’s ‘cause I don’t want to fuck a fucking dog!”

“Fine then,” said Max. “You got, like, a dildo or something we could put in his ass?”

“Shit no, man,” said Carl. “Why would I have a dildo?”

Max shrugged. “Maybe you’d have a dildo. I don’t know. I don’t judge, man.”

Carl started to say something else, but then his eyes widened. “Aw man, no, you know what? I don’t have one, but my sister does. She keeps it in her underwear drawer.”

Max started to giggle. “Oh man, do you know how awesome that would be, if we used the dildo in the dog’s ass, and then your sister used it?”

Carl also started to giggle, and their laughter mounted until they were both hysterical and in tears. Finally Carl wiped at his eyes and said, “Oh man, we have to do that! We have to do it right now! Get the dog, man. I’ll go up to my sister’s room and get the dildo.”

Adam woke with a start when Max tugged on his collar. Confused, he followed Max’s tugging into the den, nearly choking on the thick smoke. Max sat on the couch, still holding Adam’s collar, and took a drag on his joint with the other hand. In a few minutes, Carl came into the room, and Adam’s eyes widened when he saw the large object in Carl’s hands.

“I put my sister’s hand cream on it, so it goes in easier,” Carl said as he came in.

“Shit man, that’s pretty big,” said Max.

“I’m telling you, it’s not going to fit,” said Carl.

“We’ll make it fit,” said Max. He stood up and knelt over Adam, taking his shoulders and shoving the boy down onto the floor to lie on his belly. Then he sat on Adam’s back, using his weight to keep the boy from moving. Fearing what was coming, Adam desperately tried to wriggle out from underneath Max’s body.

Carl let out an annoyed grunt. “Shit man, he’s moving too much. Put him against the wall or something.”

Max got off him just enough to scoot Adam over so that his face was pressed into the corner of the room, flush against the wall. Then he sat on Adam’s back again.

With no other direction left to him, Adam tried to scoot backwards to get out from under Max, but he stilled when he felt Carl’s hands on his butt cheeks. Carl laughed. “Hey man, the dog totally wants it. He’s like, wiggling his asshole at me and everything.”

Max also chuckled. “So put it in him already.”

Adam closed his eyes and clenched his teeth as he felt the dog-tailed phallus that had been his constant companion since he had woken up as a dog being shifted upwards within his anus. Then he felt a light touch below it on the ring of muscle. But nothing happened.

“I can’t do it like this,” said Carl. “One of us has to hold his ass open, and the other’s gotta put it in. Otherwise it’s not going to work.”

Adam felt Max shift above him as the man turned around until he was seated backwards on Adam, holding the boy down the whole time. Then he felt Max grab one of his butt cheeks in each hand and yank them painfully apart, stretching him as wide as he would go.

Again, Adam felt the tail-tipped dildo being shifted upwards, and the nudge at his anus underneath it. This time however, there came the excruciatingly painful sensation of a second member being pushed into his asshole beside the first. Inch by inch the burning length was pressed into him, shifting the first phallus out of the way, stretching him impossibly wide, wider than he was meant to go. He let out a pained cry, but his tormentors ignored it. The steady pace of the insertion continued.

Finally, with a last hard shove, the dildo was completely inside him. Adam cried at the intense pain of the second member lodged in his ass. He yelped when Carl gave the protruding end of it a slap for good measure.

“Shit man, you were right,” Carl said. “You totally can fit it. That’s fucking awesome.”

“What’d I tell you?” said Max.

“Let me make it all nice for my sister,” Adam heard Carl say. Then he felt the dildo being pulled slightly out of his anus, before it was shoved roughly back in. He cried out as the boys fucked him with the phallus a few times, drawing it out and then plunging it painfully forward. They were laughing as the artificial member penetrated him again and again and again. Adam whimpered in pain, but the thrusts were relentless. All he could do was close his eyes and wait for them to finish.

Finally, Carl gave it another powerful shove that left the toy completely sheathed in Adam’s ass, and then stopped. “Okay,” he said. “You can get up.” Adam felt Max get off him, and the two withdrew, leaving the phallus filling him.

Adam tried to rise to his hands and knees, but the thick, stuffed feeling of the second artificial penis was nearly unbearable, and he couldn’t get up. He tried again, but every movement made the two dildos shift painfully inside of him. He whimpered softly. Behind him, the two boys laughed.

“Man, that is one fucked dog,” said Max’s voice.

“Shit yeah,” said Carl.

Adam took a few deep breaths, trying to concentrate, and reached down. Gritting his teeth, he found the end of the second phallus and yanked, pulling the thing out of himself in one swift motion. He cried again as the head stretched him one more time before popping out of his asshole with an uncomfortable wet sound. He lay on the floor for a few moments, panting.

“Heh,” said Max. “He got that one out pretty fast.”

“Yeah,” said Carl. “Want to put it in him again?”

Stung awake by fear, Adam threw himself up onto his hands and knees and scampered away, his recent use making him particularly aware of the way the remaining phallus felt in his asshole when it shifted with his movements. Spying an open door, Adam darted into the room—a guest bedroom—and hid under the bed.

“Guess that’s a no from the dog,” came Max’s voice from the other room, followed by their chuckles.

Adam closed his eyes and prayed that Roger would come for him soon.