Date: Thu, 05 Apr 2001 16:52:05 -0000
From: Rob Yew <robyew22@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Training of Chris

The Following Story is a work of fiction. If you enjoy it why not send me
your feedback to robyew22@hotmail.com.

The Training of Chris by Rob Yew

  Chris awoke with a start; his heart was fluttering. He reached down under
the sheets and gently stroked his stiff cock. He'd had the dog dream again.
  The dog dream had came to him almost every night for a week now; he saw
himself in a strange, dark arena. He was fucking, and also being fucked by
many dogs, whilst a silent, yet appreciative, audience watched from above.
  He'd dreamt this ever since he'd finally raised enough money to buy
himself a PC. Chris wanted to see if all the things he'd heard about the
Internet were true. He'd read all the sensationalist reports in the
newspapers about the sick filth to be found on the net and his dirty mind
had thought: "God, I've gotta get myself some of that shit!"
  Since he'd hooked up to the net the young man had seen more porn than
ever before. The only stuff he'd ever seen previously were the tatty porno
mags passed furtively from hand to hand when he'd been a young boy - but
the images he saw on his computer monitor now just blew his mind: S&M,
Pedo, Transsexuals. and Bestiality. Oh yeah, Bestiality!
  Chris had never even considered this act possible before - but now, with
his eyes opened to the world of beast fucking, it was all that he could
think of. Chris had trouble even passing a dog or a bitch in the street
without staring hard at their wondrous back-quarters. He imagined himself
mounting the bitches - clutching his hands around their muscular backs,
feeling the soft fur tickling him as he swept that troublesome tail aside,
pulled that sweet, juicy cunt onto his straining cock and fucked that bitch
as hard as he could. However, his favourite fantasy was imagining what he
would do with a male. The possibilities excited him; he could simply jerk
his animal lover off - but Chris knew that he wouldn't be satisfied with
just that. He would need it's cock in his mouth and to feel it throbbing
and thrusting inside his cheeks. He imagined sliding the tip of it slowly
passed his pursed lips, his tongue licking teasingly along the length of
the shaft. Good god, that would be heaven!
  He sighed as his rock hard erection started to wilt - he knew that none
of this would happen for a long, long time. He was only sixteen and still
living with his parents.  Nobody he knew owned a dog and he could not think
of any way to gain access to one to allow him to get intimate with it. It
all seemed so unfair. He could read all about these acts and watch the
MPEG's - but he couldn't act them out himself. All he could do was think
and dream and, of course, jerk himself off with monotonous regularity.

  Chris got up from his bed and still naked, his 8 inches swinging between
his legs he walked to the window to see what kind of day it was. It was
sunny outside for a change but Chris didn't feel like going out. How could
he when there was a whole world out there where his passion was fiercely
discouraged and dismissed as a perversion? Chris would rather enter into
his own world, the world of cyberspace, a place where his bizarre sexual
kink didn't stigmatise him but rather marked him out as a member of a cool
sexual clique.
  Chris had just finished dressing whilst still idilly looking out the
window and was about to turn his back on the outside world when he spotted
the dog. It was lying in the street a few yards from his gate and enjoying
the morning sun. The dog's name was King and Chris knew it well. It
belonged to the horrible old man who lived across the way. His name was
Bailey and Chris both hated and feared him.  He was a foul gin-smelling
old-timer who was violent and aggressive whilst drunk and even worse whilst
sober. His wife had left him years ago after he has an affair with some
disgusting teenage slut and old Bailey had went downhill from there. Chris
had learned quickly to hurry passed old man Bailey's house as those who
lingered would often find that Bailey would emerge from his home, like a
angry bear awakened from hibernation, and shout foul mouthed abuse and
unintelligible threats at them. However, if the object of his attention was
a young girl or boy then it was different. Bailey would leer at them with
his goggily eyes and invite them in to "polish his knob" or "suck his
sweaty sack"- to Chris's knowledge nobody had yet took him up on that
enticing offer.
  Chris saw the old Bailey's curtains were drawn and that the house seemed
still. It was just after 10'o clock so Bailey would probably still be
passed out from his nightly booze binge. Chris looked at King, still lying
happily on his back with his underbelly exposed and his black legs
occasionally kicking at the air. An evil thought struck Chris: 'If only I
could get King into my house then I could have a little fun with him.'
Chris immediately reviled against such a though, King was hardly a prize
specimen: his fur was matted, his thin rat-like tail was half missing, and
his black face was a mass of scars from the fights he regularly started
with the other dogs in the neighbourhood. King was not at all like the
impressive sock-wearing studs that Chris often saw fucking bleach-blonde
chicks in his MPEG collection. Chris's mind told him all this, but his
cock, which had begun to wilt and was now again standing to attention, told
him other wise. Before Chris knew what was happening it had formulated a
plan of action and sent it's orders to his brain - and there wasn't a damn
thing Chris could do about it!

  Chris went into the kitchen and from the fridge he got a nice big hunk of
chicken. His knew his dad would be pissed as that was supposed to be for
his dinner when he got home from work, but Chris didn't care at all.
  Back upstairs, Chris opened his bedroom window and waved the chicken meat
back and forth. King was sound asleep and didn't stir.
  "Damn!" Chris hissed. He looked quickly to the left and right and saw
that the street was deserted.  Chris whistled as loudly as he dared whilst
he franticly waved the chicken back and forth. King still failed to
respond. With fumbling fingers Chris broke off a small piece of meat and
threw it towards King. The meat fell short of its target and King slept
on. Quickly, Chris broke off another and threw again, this time with more
force. Bulls-eye! The chunk of meat hit King right on the nose. The dog was
up in a flash and looked around, startled.
  King saw the chicken and wondered to himself why food was falling out of
the sky today. Then the dog gobbled it up without hesitation. King then saw
the piece that had fallen short and snatched that up too.
  Chris smiled - his plan was working! "King!" he hissed.
  King looked up at him with a puzzled look on his canine face.
  Chris waived the chicken leg again and King let out a bark. It wasn't
often that humans gave him food!
  "Shhhh!" hissed Chris and then he broke off another bigger piece of
chicken and dropped it straight down so that it landed outside his front
door.
  King yelped with delight and, leaping the garden gate, he was at the door
in a second and pounced upon the unexpected treat.
  Chris raced downstairs and to the front door. He opened it a crack and
motioned for King to enter.  King just stood looking dumb at him. Chris
waived the chicken at him and King raced inside and leaped at
Chris. Startled, Chris threw the chicken far into the passageway behind him
and King raced to get it. Chris slammed the front door behind him and
grinned wildly - King was his, for now!

  A quick check out of his window confirmed that there was no stirrings at
the Bailey house and that there appeared to have been nobody present to
witness his enticement of King.
  As King roamed around the main room of the house sticking his nose into
nooks and crannies, getting a feel for the place, Chris drew the heavy
curtains, shutting out the outside world, and turned on the lights.
  'King,' he breathed. 'Oh, King'
  King looked up and then when he saw that no more food was being offered
he went back to his investigations.
  Chris took off his shirt and threw it onto the sofa. He took of his boxer
shorts, took a deep sniff of the pungent crotch and then flung them to join
his shirt. He now stood totally naked.
  He realised he was shaking with fear and excitement. He reached down and,
very gently, started stroking his cock.
  'King' he murmured.
  King looked up and saw that Chris was nude. Curiously he approached him
and looked at the strange pink creature.
  Chris reached out and stroked the course fur on King's head. King did not
show and sign of objecting to this, which was unusually for such a
belligerent old mutt.
  Suddenly, King's head darted forward and he took a big sniff off Chris's
sweaty ball sack. Chris moaned as King's tongue shot out and gave his
testicles a tentative lick.  King obviously enjoyed the taste of Chris's
balls as the dog licked them again and again and again. His agile tongue
roaming all around Chris's balls. Chris sighed and worked his uncut cock
back and forth as it swelled in appreciation of Kings efforts.
  Chris now lay down on the floor and spread his legs wide to give King
full access to him. This seemed to excite King further and he busied
himself around Chris's genitals - snuffling at all the nooks and crannies
like a pig at a trough and always tasting Chris with his wonderful red
tongue.
  Chris, who was working his cock with great, long strokes, suddenly
noticed that King had stopped licking his balls. Chris propped himself up
on an elbow to see what was going on. Apparently King had found something
else which commanded his attention. King had buried his canine nose under
Chris's balls and was taking deep long smells of Chris's backside.  Chris
smiled and, obligingly, turned over and stood on all fours. King was
delighted and immediately shoved his nose between Chris's butt cheeks. His
tongue lapping between Chris's slightly flabby buttocks. Chris was in
heaven as King's tongue flicked in and out of his ass. He grabbed his
member and tugged furiously. 'Oh, that's fucking amazing!' he gasped. 'Oh,
King!  Oh, yes!'
  As much as Chris was enjoying this (and he was!) he knew that he wanted
to try something else. He turned over onto his back again. King whined in
disappointment. 'Lick me!'  commanded Chris, and held his stiff
purple-headed cock out for King's inspection. Kings rough tongue snaked out
and licked Chris's head. Paul's back arched and he pushed his cock even
closer to Kings face. 'Lick my cock!' he hissed through gritted teeth.
  King didn't need asking again. He explored the entire length of Chris's
shaft. His tongue moving quickly and Chris loved every minute of
it. However, soon King grew tired of this and he began snuffling under
Chris's balls again, almost pleading to have another shot at the young
man's ass.
  Chris obliged as since he was almost ready to cum he figured that a good
ass licking would be a good way to finish him off. Chris turned around so
he was on all fours again and awaited King's tongue on his crack. However,
King just sat there looking dumb.
  'Come on King!' Chris panted. He reached around and spread his ass cheeks
as far as he could. 'Lick me!' he said. King still did not move. By now
Chris was desperately disappointed - how could King not want to continue?
Chris slapped his ass cheek with his hand as an invitation. 'Lick me now!'
he breathed. Nothing happened. Chris slapped his ass again. 'Come on!' he
shouted and slapped his ass a third time.  This was all the invitation that
King needed. His owner, old man Bailey, had taught him well. King couldn't
understand why this strange young creature had wanted him to lick him so
much but he could certainly understand the signal which Bailey had taught
him long ago - three slaps on the ass meant "FUCK ME!"
  Immediately King leapt onto Chris's back - his front paws firmly gripping
the young boy's waist.
  'KING!' screamed Chris. 'NO!'
  King's tailed was waging furiously with joy now. He always loved fucking
his Master and now he was going to fuck this new human too! He was a little
bit confused as to why this one was making so much noise from it's mouth
because Master was always very quiet whilst he fucked him - but King didn't
really care as long as he had a nice human ass to fuck!
  King's cock was fully out of it's sheath now and he began thrusting,
jabbing his pointed cock at the human's butt. King always had trouble
finding the right spot at first because humans were built so
strangely. Maybe this new human would help guide him in with it's hands
like Master Bailey always did.
  'KING! STOP!' yelled Paul. King was panting now, his tongue hanging out
of his mouth as he rhythmically thrust his powerful hips at Chris's
hindquarters.
  King barked in frustration, why wasn't this human helping him find his
mark? Didn't he want to be fucked? But no, the human had given the signal
and signals must always be obeyed otherwise King knew that his Master would
be angry and hurt him. But if that were true and this one wanted a good
fucking then why didn't he reach a hand around and guide King's throbbing
cock to its target.
  "Oh well," King thought, "this young one obviously doesn't know how these
things work. I had better teach it - and if he won't help me then I'd
better fuck him harder so that he knows that he must help me next time like
a good bitch should!"
  Chris yelled as the dog thrust again. He began to stand up and to push
King from his back. This was all too much for Chris - and he realised that
trying to act out his fantasy had been a big mistake. He had never even had
sex with a girl yet so there was no way he would allow a dog to have it's
way with him!  Chris grabbed one of King's legs and began to pull the dog
off him.
  King was outraged! Never in all his long years had he encountered a bitch
that was so clueless about mating. King growled menacingly and nipped at
the bitch's neck with his jaws. It was just a little love bite and barely
broke the skin but the small human reacted as if King had bitten his head
off. It immediately stopped all it's foolish attempts to remove King and
just stood there, shaking. "Stupid Bitch!" thought King. "How does it
expect to have any puppies if it doesn't let me breed with it properly?!"
  King jabbed and jabbed around Chris's ass searching for the back door.
Suddenly he hit his mark. He pushed and thrust and began working his cock
up past Chris's tight little spinchter. "Hmmm," thought King, "Master is
never this tight. I wonder if this is the first time my new bitch has been
fucked?"  However, King decided that he rather liked the sensation that the
tight little asshole gave on his cock. It was certainly better than
Master's saggy hole.
  'ARRGHH!' Chris squealed in pain, as King began his trusting in earnest.
The dog's cock was now well inside Chris's virgin hole and he could feel
King's fur against his ass as the dog took longer and longer strokes. King
was spurting and coating Chris's innards with sperm.
  King was a machine by now and could not stop his pumping even if he had
wanted to. His cock was now buried deep in the young boy and King was
taking long and deep strokes now. The bitch cried out again but King did
not stop his thrusting. He knew that some bitches did yelp from time to
time but he didn't care whether it was with pleasure or pain. All a bitch
had to do was stand there and be fucked by him - nothing more and nothing
less.
  King finally stopped his trusting as fireworks of orgasmic joy exploded
in his brain and he shot his final load deep into the bitch's body. King
was disappointed that he hadn't been able to tie properly with his new
bitch. "Maybe next time," he told himself.

  Finally it was over. Chris felt King withdraw and then he fell to the
floor exhausted. Chris looked behind and saw that some blood was flowing
from his abused crack. King came over and started licking Chris's poor ass
- soothing the pain. Paul felt something on his arm and was surprised to
see that it was cum - his cum. Almost without realising it, lost somewhere
between pleasure and pain, Chris had shot his load. 'That was intense,' he
said with feeling.
  After King had finished cleaning Chris up, Chris went and got some wads
of toilet roll to staunch the flow from his ass. He dressed quickly and
cleaned the mess from the main room's floor as best he could.
  He then let King out. The dog left but gave him one last look which said
"You're my property now, my bitch." And then trotted across the street back
to it's Master.
  Chris shut the door and considered that last look. 'I'm your property?'
thought Chris. He considered the possibility. Strangely he didn't find it
too unappealing. He smiled and decided that this wouldn't be the last time
that he and King met.