Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2007 13:17:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: doned88 <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Secret Pet, Part 3 - Final Chapter

I'm writing this here in the hardware store. Its night and we're
closed. I close up now letting my boss Mr. McIntosh leave earlier.  The
isn't much traffic out front. A few cars go by now and then. But our
main street goes to sleep at 7pm.

Anybody who needs things after that hour either waits till the next day
or drives almost 40 miles to the nearest WalMart or one of the gas
station convenience stores.

Business is good, in fact better lately. It's winter of course. And
storm windows were put up by most people sometime ago..about the time I
returned from Scotland as a matter of fact.

I was sent to a few homes to help them. The first time I did that the
people weren't sure about me when I arrived. I guess they never saw a
young man wearing a wide leather collar.

Oh yea, I should say I wear a collar now. Carson put it on me when I
appeared at his door and unlike the times before I wore it, he snapped a
padlock on it. I got hard immediately. He had the key on a chain around
his neck.  He was in total control of me^Åthat's the message I got and
liked.

But I still wear it; I'm wearing it now of course.

My parents asked me about it, I just told em it was a "current thing"
and I heard my father tell Mom it was a phase and it would pass.  I
rarely sleep at home these days.

The folks took off for cruise and then visited Mom's parents in
Wisconsin. I couldn't go.

So I look over the house, keep it clean and the yard trimmed and then
report to where I'm supposed to report now.

I guess you can tell a lot has happened since last fall. It's spring
now. And I'm getting my things together for college in the fall.

Dad says we should go there in the summer and get a place. He plans to
buy a condo for me to share with other kids who will pay rent.  He says
it's almost as cheap as paying the college money and after I graduate
it'll be worth more.

Since I took some classes last summer and will do more this summer, the
college won't consider me a freshman, so I can live off campus.. And I
get to pick my roommates which is good cause I want to find guys like me,
you know gay ones.  Maybe I can get permission for a freshmen from the
school too^Åcause I need to have a classmate, a peer too. There's a lot
ahead of me I know.

I have to be back by 8pm so let me try to cram in everything that's
happened since I told you about what happened leading up to my trip to
Scotland.

McIntosh, my boss, asked my folks and me to visit his Daughter.

I met Laura. She's McIntosh's daughter. Her last name is Ryan now
because she got divorced.  She teaches there^Åand she was fun.

I wasn't expecting her to be young for some reason. She gave us a tour
around Edinburgh where she lives and teaches.

Then we four went to Stirling which was another modern city and out to
the country side. I guess Laura was kind of my date. But I felt like she
was a sister I never had.

She told my parents to take off and arranged for them to take a second
honeymooner boat ride and stay in some old house turned into an Inn.

They asked me if it was ok and Laura jumped in saying I'd be in good
hands. Even I didn't know she meant it.

So that night she took me to some pubs where there were a lot of guys. I
assumed they were college student haunts. Laura seemed to know many of
them.

And she introduced me to so many guys I thought she was trying to fix me
up. But I didn't know what she knew about me.

One afternoon an older man came to her flat and met me. Josh Connery was
his name, "no relation to Sean" he told me.

I asked Laura if I should take off and leave her alone and she laughed.

"He's for you. My Dad wrote me and said to introduce you to some of my
gay friends" she smiled.

I guess I knew that McIntosh knew I was gay. That was why he introduced
me to Carson Miller. But it just didn't dawn on me he really knew about
me.

Josh took me on a different tour of the city. Although it included some
of the same pubs, there were other places.

Coffee shops where other gay men hung out, he told me where on the campus
to go to meet guys anonymously.

"Of course you have to be careful." He would add "better to be with
someone you know" he smiled and put his arm over my shoulder. He was
hitting on me I knew and I liked it.

We had dinner and went to his flat near campus. Josh was some kind of
administrator at the place. Despite the fact he was Scottish, I could
understood him. Or maybe I had been there long enough to start to
understand the accent.

It didn't matter because in his flat, we drank and kissed and I
understood where the night was going and happily found myself naked in
bed with him.

It was different then being Carson's doggie boy. It was kind of like the
times with Kurt but with an older man.

His furry red head was all over his body and my tongue and hands moved
through his forest like a hungry wolf. His cock was huge. I mean it was
fat and long and uncut.

He told me how to tongue his uncut cock. My tongue fit under his foreskin
and moved around his cockhead. That made him groan and I kept doing it
until he pushed me away saying he was saving "it".

I licked the fat stem and tried to swallow his cock. It fit my mouth but
there was hardly room for me to move my tongue inside. It moved against
the back of my throat and I stifled my gag reflex but his cock was too
big.

I knew I needed more practice on deep throating and back home my Pet
Owner Carson would continue those lessons when I returned.

He asked me if I got fucked in the states. Apparently that's the main
gay sex activity there.

And despite the pain that seemed to last, I sat on his cock.

"Go slow" he warned and I listened fearing I'd disappoint him by not
being able to take it.

Josh moved his hands all over my bare thighs and up my torso. He worked
my nipples which triggered something in me I guess cause I was determined
to have my ass swallow the full width and length of his Scottish cock.

I think we both were surprised when it suddenly began to slid up inside
me and I felt his pubic hair against my taint.

He was fascinated about me being shaven and would pet my smooth crotch as
he lifted his hips.

Unfortunately his fingers left my nipples when he did that but I still
enjoyed the feeling of his big cock filling up my guts.

He fucked me for a very long time. I didn't know if he came and was
still fucking me anyway or if he had cum or not.

Then the education began as I was told to get in different positions,
some which I had never thought of before.

I was standing on the bed holding onto his headboard as he fucked me
holding my buttocks.

Then he had me lay flat on the bed and re entered me to pump me awhile.

We never did the doggie position which I was most familiar with.

And finally he sat up and had me sit on his cock again^Å.holding my
nipples and twisting them unmercifully he fucked me making me bounce up
and down and then he came.

His face his jamming my but his fingers on my nipples all got more
intense. He banged my ass so hard I nearly was lifted in the air as he
shot what I'm sure was gallons of cum inside me.

He was surprised when I said I didn't want to go back. I wanted to nest
all night in his body fur. And feel his arms around me.

We had breakfast with Laura who had to go to work. Josh volunteered to
look after me that day.

Laura said something like "I thought you would" and I blushed. I
wondered if her mind pictured me naked being fucked like I had the night
before.

"I'm a bit sore" I whispered to Josh when he said we should go back to
he flat.

He nodded but as soon as we got back to the flat he stripped me naked and
fucked me on my back. I took it; I took it all and loved it.

I realized he hadn't let me cum at all. And my cock was still hard as
hell. I started to jack off after he came inside me before he withdrew
but he pushed my hand away.

"Not yet laddie" he said smiling.

"We have some guys to meet"

He took me around to different flats..all friends of his. And in each one
I sucked cock.

"Americans like sucking" he said "so let's be hospitable" he
suggested.

His friends were older men and younger guys, some younger then me. But
each time their cocks appeared and I knelt sucking them until my lips
were sore and the back of my throat raw.

Some shot their loads on my face. One or two took photos of my dripping
face.

And in one flat there were about four young guys. I suspected they were
students.  He told them I was a very hungry American and they stripped
me.

I figured I was about to be gang banged. And despite the fact my insides
were sore thanks to Josh's abuse I guess I could take it.

But instead the guys circled around me and jacked off shooting their
sperm all over me. I tried to jack off at the same time but Josh told me
"not yet" and I lay there hard as hell looking up at the four guys
balls and hands on their cocks while they showered me twice.

"We have one more place for you to go" he said and we took a bus for a
long ride to another part of town.

It was a pub and despite the fact it was in the afternoon, the place was
packed. It was like a postcard for Scotland and the leather world.

There were guys in the type of leather harnesses I'd seen in the states,
others wearing brightly colored plaid kilts, others in jeans and shinny
black shirts and others in jeans and plaid shirts. There were even some
guys I swear were from Wall Street in suits and ties.

Everyone seemed to know Josh. They almost yelled hello like that old TV
show CHEERS when he entered.

I drank and ate a sandwich Josh ordered. I met men whose brogue was so
thick I could only nod and smile or say some weak "nice to meet you"
response.

"Ok when are you going to ask the question?" Josh yelled in my ear.

I didn't know what he meant. I thought he expected me to ask something
sexual.

"About the kilts what they're wearing underneath" he continued seeing
my confusion.

"Oh" I smiled and told him the story of my first kilt and subsequent.
He seemed delighted saying I ought to wear em here.

"Kelly" he yelled and another man about his age came over shook his
hand and mine.

"He wants to find out what you're wearing under" Josh yelled. Of
course I knew so I wondered why he said that.

"He can look and find out for himself but he has to pay the price"
Kelly said more to me then Josh.

Josh put his big hand on my shoulder and pushed me until I was on the
floor. Kelly moved over me and his kilt covered me.

I saw his free hanging ball sac and cock. I reached up and touched it.
Then he or Josh pushed my head through the cloth and I knew what the
"price" was.

I licked and sucked until my face felt the man's cum cover my face. I
licked the final drops and he jumped.

Josh pulled the kilt from over me and the two men laughed at me. Kelly
poured some of his beer down and I opened my mouth making them both laugh
again. He moved the beer flow washing his cum off my face.

Others around us applauded as I stood, wet with the beer and still
tasting cum in my mouth.

Josh patted my butt. I guessed I did good for a visiting American in his
charge.

We drank a lot more and there was singing. I didn't know the words but I
sang anyway and it looked like Oktoberfest drinking I had seen in movies.

Arms around me and others as we sang.

Josh and I stood next to each other letting the processed beer flow from
us into a huge trough like thing. Others stood around us, some lifting
their kilts others unzipping their flies. I wished I had worn the kilt
which was packed in my suitcase.

We both slept the majority of the bus ride home and Josh put me to bed in
Laura's flat. He stripped me like a baby and lay me down and then played
with my nipples.

Despite my semi drunken state my unsatisfied cock rose and he laughed
taking it in one hand and began to take me to the point of orgasm. One
hand moved from nipple to nipple and the other hand seemed to be
everywhere.

His big finger moved inside me, his hand pulled my shaven balls, his
fingers rubbed my taint and his first pulled on my cock.

I'm sure it didn't' take long but it seemed to go on forever and I
begged "no" when my body was about to explode. Josh ignored my pleas
and I must have erupted bigger then that Hawaii volcano.

Josh uttered something in Scottish and I presumed it was because I had
cum all over everything and everywhere.

He wiped his hands on my body over and over again and my cock returned to
it's fully effect status.

He jammed a finger in my ass and fisted my cock taking me to yet another
much needed peak. I wanted his cock in me and I think I muttered the
request. As the bed and room twirled in my head my body stream out some
more of my juices and Josh laughed.

"Is he ok?" I heard Laura ask.

"He's fine now just needs to sleep it off. Americans aren't used to
our pubs" I heard him say and after the door closed there was quiet.

Or I just passed out, not sure which.

The folks arrived the next day and we continued our tour to places like
Glasgow, Dundee and some smaller villages. Dad's ancestors were from
Dundee so we spent a lot of time there getting photos everywhere.

He swore one old house was here his grandparents lived and we posed for
photos while Mom, being patient, tolerated him and me standing there in
our kilts as he belted out instructions.

They were going back to Glasgow and I asked if I could return to
Edinburgh to hang out with Laura.

Laura suggested this in front of them and winked at me.

To my surprise they said "sure" and I was on a train back to
Edinburgh.  I called Laura and asked her to cover for me.

Then in the bathroom I stripped naked and put on my kilts the correct way
and a white shirt and some kind of leather vest I had. I probably looked
like a tourist imitating a Scot but I ignored that possibility.

I knocked on the door of Josh's flat and he opened the door smiling.

"Nice now that's the way we'll keep you" he said.

I hardly heard his words. I was staring at his hard cook as he was
standing there totally naked.  Laura had called him I guessed so the
surprise was mine, not his.

He pulled me inside and stripped off my clothes except for the kilt. The
fucking began and I begged him to take a break.

But ignored my pleas knowing I didn't mean it anyway. Being fucked while
wearing a kilt made me even hornier then I was already.

Sitting on his lap with his cock inside me, on my back with his cock
pumping me and his fingers twisting my nipples, sucking his cock so it
would cum all over my face and bare chest, even doggie position while he
rubbed his cock against the sides of my intestines so my hole would
tighten around him, or me leaning against the wall with his hands holding
my kilt up while he fucked me and spanked my buttock with his other hand.

We went to a pub with me still bare chested and in the kilt later that
night. I figured if he wanted me to put something on, he'd tell me. He
figured I wanted to be half naked despite the cold night.

There were other half naked guys at this pub some with leather harnesses
and kilts on too. So I didn't feel like a complete geek.

There was a lot of nipple pinching of those guys and I got it too.

"Be careful he'll bend over of you do that too hard" Josh warned one
guy who intensified his hold on my nipples.

"Ok ok, he's mine" Josh said in a bit "Unless you want him under your
kilt"

I would gladly have gotten under the guys kilt if he was wearing one. He
was hot! And his fingers had indeed turned my cock hard.

The few days was wonderful. Josh and I were like total lovers. He asked
me what I wanted to do.

And I knelt in front of him saying "I'm your property so you get to
decide"

He nodded and without any ceremony or pretense took charge. My mouth and
ass were his to share and use. He already knew that.

A few guys he knew came over one night and there's not other way to
describe the night except "orgy". Just bout anything you can imagine
went on.

And it started with them deciding to inspect the American. They stripped
me naked, asked about my shaven crotch and played with me however they
wanted. Finger in my ass, on my nipples, pulling my balls singing my
cock.

Lips on my cock while I sat on someone's lap their cock inside me. It
was like a game to see how many ways they could play with the Yankee. I
didn't mind. And Josh was having fun with some of them and me too.

Trevor led me to the bedroom and we were sucking each other when Josh
came in. His cock took turns fucking Trevor and me while we continued.

I learned later Trevor was a fuck buddy, I guess you'd call it, and I
wondered if he was jealous of me taking his place with Josh.

He didn't seem jealous as the three of us moved around and changed
positions until basically I was serving the two of them in various
combinations.

I woke up in Josh's harms my head on his hairy chest. Trevor's arms
were on me and his naked body pressed against my back.

And the trip ended a couple days later.

The breakfast with Laura, my folks, Trevor and Josh surprised me as I
arrived at the pub. But it as fun and my folks didn't seem to question
me hugging and kissing the two men on the cheek. Maybe it was because I
did the same to Laura, not because I thought I should but because I
wanted to.

I whispered "thanks for Josh" in her hear and she kissed me.

So that was Scotland.

If there was any doubt in my mind I was gay and not going through some
experimental phase in my sexual life,

Mom kept asking "Did you and Laura have a nice time?" and "What did
you two do all week?"

I answered enough for her to be satisfied but wondered what she was
thinking.

"Did he and Laura have an affair" She is a divorced woman and older
then he was. I guess it was ok, he is a grown man, I hoped they used
protection."

I doubted she thought

"So Josh and my son had wild animal sex all week. He took my son to bars
where he sucked Scottish cock. And that orgy, my boy was so victimized by
the horny Scottish men, fucking him like that in his cute little butt and
his nice lips."

I smiled. I doubted she would ever envision what went on.

As I mentioned before when we got home there was hardly time to relax. I
was going over to Carson Millers so we could leave early to go to Kurt's
graduation from boot camp.

I had one day to unpack and repack some things.

When I reported to Carson's, I automatically put on the doggie gear
which hung beside Kurt's.

As I begged scratching the back door he appeared and patted my head. But
before he led me inside, he unbuckled my collar.

"Good boy Petie nice to see you, I have a gift for you"

He showed me a new wider leather collar which he put around my neck and
buckled it into place.

"That too tight?" he asked putting a finger under it to make sure my
barking meant "no".

Then he showed me a silver padlock and put it through a ring on my
collar. The sound of it snapping shut was both surprising and
stimulating.

"Now you're really my property" he said.

I saw him put the chain round his neck.

We had sex as soon as he led me into the kitchen. His cock was inside me
so fast I hardly felt it go in. Of course my butt was probably still
stretched from Kurt's abuse.

"Good boy" he said after he was finished and then knelt to milk me so
I'd shoot on the kitchen floor.

I licked my own sperm from the floor without his command and he laughed.

"My doggy is hungry I see"

And I followed him into the back yard to piss against the familiar tree.
It was as if I hadn't been gone for two months.

I followed Carson around the house like an attentive pup should and
welcomed his petting me and talking to me. I barked and whimpered and my
cock stayed hard most of the time.

I wasn't sure if that was because I was turned on or 19 years old. But
feeling it swing as I moved around on my hands and knees added to the
excitement.

"I have a present for you later" my owner said.

After I licked the last hamburger and other things from my doggy bowl and
lapped up water, he led me to the living room.

I sat on the couch my head in his lap and licked his cock awhile. The
door knock stopped me from continuing to lick till my master came.

Gregory appeared. He stood alone, tall and smiling. When he entered he
didn't immediately become the doggy I had seen him be the last time Kurt
and I saw him.

He accepted a drink and the two of them sat on the couch.

"Down boy" my owner said and I, an obedient dog, sat on the floor.

They watched the videotape of the doggy show Kurt and I had performed in.
We also saw Gregory perform.

My cock kept throbbing watching my naked body and Kurt as well. I tried
not to laugh as we behaved like dogs, begging, rolling over, playing
dead, and trotting fast past the judges. And I held back from applauding
seeing Carson accept the trophy and ribbons. I felt proud.

"He did good do him" Carson asked.

"Very good" Gregory said. I was still getting used to his voice since
he had barked most of the time when we last were together.

"You did too, I think you both deserve a reward" Carson said as he
patted my butt.

"You sure?" Gregory asked.

He was sure, in fact Carson not only watched but videotaped Gregory as he
stripped naked and greased his cock.

If I had other reasons to thank Josh for, I had another. My stretched ass
took Gregory's massive black cock easier then it would have otherwise.

"My doggy must be horny" Carson said seeing my ass swallow Gregory's
length.

I know I neglected my doggy voice now and then as I moaned, groaned and
begged.

I wasn't punished. I was rewarded by Gregory fucking me almost as hard
as Josh had done back in Scotland.

And I came without my mittened hands or my owners' hands on my cock.
Gregory yelled at me to "play dead" and I rolled over my hands and
knees in the air.

His cock was already spilling on me as I turned and then I watched it's
piss slip open up in a kind of rhythm as thick streams pulsated covering
me. I swear he moved his cock around and covered me crotch to hairline
with his cum.

I knew or hoped what was going to happen next. Carson clipped on my leash
and led me dripping to the bathroom where they both washed me off with
their piss.

"Stay" My owner order and he left the room. I heard him and Gregory
laughing a bit.

And then I looked up when Gregory came in and petted my head to say
goodbye.

"Got to piss first, you want it boy?"

I barked and gladly watched him pull his big thick but floppy cock out as
he pissed all over me again.

The door closed and I stayed in place as my owner had ordered.

He bathed me as he had done many times since I became his doggy. He pet
me, fingered my played with my ball sac and cock and nipples.

I was led to my doggy bed and slept soundly hoping my owner would keep
there forever. But my mind also included memories of Josh and Kurt.

We drove to the base the next morning. I wore my shorts and shirt but the
collar remained around my neck. There was no question that it would
remain.

We talked, like humans during the trip and I found myself describing in
detail my Scotland adventures.

"Take out your cock and jack off boy" I barked automatically and obeyed
shooting my cum into my hands.

"Good boy" he said patting my head like a doggy boy. I realized I would
always be a doggie boy. And that I even felt like one when servicing Josh
though it wasn't a role playing scene.

When I hugged Kurt hello he smiled and said "nice collar" and flipped
the lock with his fingers.

The sight of him wearing his Navy uniform was startling and arousing as
hell. I guessed Carson knew it or he too was aroused.

The ceremony was long and boring except for all the hot young guys and
older men in uniform. I wondered if I had made a mistake and instead of
going to college I should have joined the Navy.

Kurt and I could have been together. But we probably would have been
caught and kicked out.

Kurt's parents were there and we all had our photograph taken, even
Carson was in them.

Kurt was going to spend the next day with his parents and go back home
with them until his leave was over.

But he told them he had duty that night, which was kind of true.

When he showed up at the motel I was already a doggy. Our owner had
brought the things we wore to the motel and as soon as we checked in he
told me to get in the room and dress.

Kurt knocked and came in. He still wore the uniform and Carson ordered
me, his Petie dog to beg the sailor for his cock.

As he videotaped us, I sucked Kurt's cock which was not sticking out of
his blue pants and feeling his sperm in my throat. It was a welcomed
taste.

"You get naked" he said to Kurt and Kurt obeyed. I figured he'd be in
his doggy ears and mitten soon.

"No, you two wear these, we're going for a swim" Carson held up two
pair of black Speedos.

I looked up at Carson and barked my question.

"Yes you too"

I stood and felt he collar unlocked and removed. My mittens were removed
and my naked body was soon wearing the Speedos. My cock bulged. It always
got hard when I wore new clothing.

And beside there was Kurt's familiar nearly naked body wearing a similar
pair.

We looked like brothers.

Caron wore some trunks and the three of us went to the covered pool where
we became teenagers again.

Well we actually were still teenagers so I guess we became human boys
again as we played in the water with each other and Carson. We raced,
played water polo with some other boys from the motel and tired our
bodies trying every swim stroke we knew.

Back in the motel we showered and dressed.

"Stay, I'll get dinner"

He had brought our bowls and everything so his two doggy boys were once
side by side feeling each other's bodies with our own as we ate whatever
mashed up food he put in the bowls.

But he didn't bring the bed so we curled up on our owner's bed while he
played with us, pet us and fed us his cock.

Kurt had to leave early the next morning. But our owner ordered him to
fuck me first which he did. His cock was smaller then Gregory or Josh's
so it slipped easily into me.

After emptying his morning wood load into my guts, he became human again
and one wearing the sexy uniform.

He hugged Carson a long time. They talked to each other.

Then he came to me.

"You can stand" Carson said. It wasn't an order; it was him releasing
me from my doggy role.

I hugged Kurt and cried as my mittened hands surrounded him. Out tongues
pet each other and it hit me he was leaving.

"Write me and I'll write you, or email or both" he said.

I was too busy kissing him to say I would but he knew I would. Until then
I would remember the taste of him and feel him inside me.

"I want you to get underwater and give me your shorts" Carson told me
later as we were in the pool area. I knew he was testing me. I didn't
care. I obeyed and naked swam back and forth across the pool until
someone from the motel came over and spoke to Carson.

"Kids.' He said shrugging "Hey Pete get over here" he handed me my
Speedos smiling at me and I put them back on underwater.

"You did good this weekend" he said as we drove home.

"Thank you Sir" I said realizing I had spoken to him as a human. I
don't' know if he reacted or not because I was half asleep and soon
totally asleep.

McIntosh reacted to my collar when I walked into work.

"Well if anyone asks just tell them you're with a rock group or
something, besides you look good in it" he said laughing

So the week went normally with me working in the hardware store and
reporting to Carson several nights and the following weekend.

Once in awhile my owner would take me to his friend's house where my
doggy behavior delighted and entertained them. Sometimes I would play
with their own human dogs or even their real dogs.

And at times I would obey my Master servicing both humans and human
doggies. Sometimes I'd get to hump another human doggy. But they
weren't like Kurt.

Then Christmas came and my life seemed to begin another chapter.

"Look I've been offered a job and I have to take it. It mean's I'm
moving to Texas" Carson told me.

It as sad but since I was going to college this next year I knew we were
going to end this anyway.

And on the week before Christmas he told me he had a special gift for two
of his closest friends.

I obeyed as I trotted to the back yard and pissed there for what was to
be the last time. And he led me into the Jeep.

I noted he had my clothes with him and the bed was in the back.

"I'm taking you to your new owner" he said simply. I almost panicked
that some guy I probably wouldn't like was about to assume he could do
anything with me he wanted. But it also excited me. I guessed I could
leave if I wanted to.

I ducked down below window level less someone, let along a cop, would see
an obviously naked boy with a collar and leather doggy ears in the car.

The car parked and I heard a garage door close. This wasn't unusual when
my owner took me still dressed as a doggy to another house.

I responded to the leash and crawled behind the sight of my owner's
trousers, sad that he would be leaving me and excited that something new
was about to happen.

Here is his key.

I looked up just as Carson removed the chain with the key to my collar
and put it around McIntosh's neck. He was bare chested and wearing his
kilt.

"Thank you I think that's the nicest gift you've ever given me at
least since you were my doggy" he said

McIntosh patted my head like a dog. He had never recognized or talked
about my doggy role but of course he knew about it. He was the one that
had made it happen.

Carson leaned over and patted me then hugged me and kissed my cheek.

"Be a good boy and do everything your new owner tells you or I'll come
back and swat you"

I wanted him to swat me again just for memory sake, but he patted my butt
and grabbed my balls.

And then he left.

I now belonged to McIntosh. I panted and barked. I got under his kilt and
fed on his owner cock which was thick and long and tasted as good as the
other time I had expressed my gratitude by sucking.

Perhaps I had always wanted to be his boy and his doggy. Those times I
saw him parading naked playing his bagpipes while I masturbated outside
his house was a forerunner to what was now reality.

So that's what happened. I live with McIntosh all the time now when my
folks are out of town and most of the time when they're home.

I belong to him as a doggy and as a boy. I've been with him in both
roles to visit his friends and with him alone.

I keep his house in good repair and clean.

And I work for him at his hardware store of course.

My Master walks around the house naked still, playing his pips but now
his doggy boy follows him around when he does it. I'm not sure if any
neighborhood boy watches us through the windows but if he does, I bet
he'll be taking my place eventually.

I still wear his collar and on special occasions wear my kilt to work
which he wears his.

We both know that in the fall I'll be leaving town to go to college.
McIntosh says he has some friends in that area, so I know I won't be
without a firm hand and cock then.

I've got to go now, if I'm late my owner will swat me with his rolled
up newspaper.

Well maybe I'll be a little late on purpose. After all a bad doggy
deserves what he gets.