Fifth Story - Doggy

The boys have fun and earn a lot of money fulfilling their clients' sexual fantasies, even if they are sometimes pretty strange! Like Doggy, who puts on a dog mask, licks his masters' cowboy boots and lets them lead him through town on a leash. But the boys should not try to find out Doggy's true identity. Because a doggy who feels betrayed by his master will bite back. And this doggy has particularly sharp teeth!

The plot and heroes of this story are fictitious. If you recognize yourself in one of them, you are welcome to feel honored. This story contains detailed descriptions of gay sex and brutal violence. If you don't want to read that, just don't do it!

Reading sample

First Part - Chris

1 – Friday evening

Dude, I have at least three centimeters more biceps than you, I swear!

Don't talk bullshit, dude! Where do you have your biceps? Here, mine are biceps!

We're standing next to each other in front of the big mirror in the changing room of our gym and flex our muscles, posing like we do every evening after showering. Murat has wrapped a towel around his hips, of course, but I'm standing there in all my glory with a half-hard cock, because I'm just the hottest! Murat thinks so too, but... well, okay, his body isn't bad either. But to get one like mine, he'll have to work out really hard! He's got his wife and the two kids, so there's not much time for bodybuilding.

Okay, dude, I have to go! Otherwise my wife will be bitchy again because she has to do everything on her own. Making food and changing diapers and stuff. She's still complaning about the year she was alone...

Hey, I think women don't have a say in your culture! Just wear a headscarf and be quiet and...

You're really a Nazi hollow pear, man! Just because you look like the shitty Nazi Aryan: tall, blonde, blue-eyed! You'd think all Turkish women still live like they do in Anatolia, but my Aisha is a modern woman, she doesn't wear a headscarf!

I grin at him.

Tall, blonde, blue-eyed and a mega body, you wanted to say! And sometimes you wish that she would just shut up! Then you could spend another night in my arms, like...

Murat gets a shock and whispers, caus he's scared someone will hear us.

Shit, man, you promised me that you would never talk about that again!

I put my hands around his head, pull him towards me and give him a big kiss on the mouth!

Man...!

Hey, chill out, I'm not going to rape you! Although you could need it, as uptight as you are. And you liked it that one time...

Shit, you know very well, I had just arrived in jail and...

...and you were desperate and I... comforted you. Just once in the whole year! We could have had fun together every night, but after the first night you just clenched your butt cheeks and did hand jobs!

Shit, man....

Murat usually can't think of anything more than Shit, man! and he can't think of anything more now. But I can see the memory of his first night in jail flashing in his black eyes. He turns away from me as he notices that I can see the grin spreading across his face.

Dude, you could have any Turkish woman with your stupid Aryan looks, I swear!

And you know very well that I don't want a woman! Neither a German nor a Turkish one.

Yeah... Okay, dude, I can't tomorrow, I have to... help my father, something's broken in his shop and...

...and Aischa has assigned you to change diapers tomorrow, got it, dude! You're a Turkish softie, your wife has you completely under control!

Murat doesn't say anything else, he just stares at the floor, takes his sports bag and leaves. I'm not in a hurry to get home, no one's waiting for me. So I grin at the hot guy in the mirror for a while and tell him the whole truth to his face:

Dude, you really are the hottest!

Sam comes in with a broom and grins at me when he sees me admiring myself in the mirror. I know he wants to be my pussy right now, but we're not alone in the changing room. He sweeps around a bit and gets closer and closer to me as I get dressed. His look tells me that he wants to get down on his knees in front of me and lick my cowboy boots right now. He once told me that he really likes my sleazy style with baseball cap, blue bomber jacket, ripped jeans and black cowboy boots. But he only licks his lips once, as the other boys are looking somewhere else. He knows full well that he can be my pussy again soon.

Shit, it's never rained so much! My old bimmer is going to rust away even faster, but it'll have to get through it. I could take the tram to the gym, but I've stopped smoking and can finally afford a car now, so I'll drive it. I see a boy standing at the side of the road. I can only just make him out in this damn rain. He sticks out his thumb. It's pouring so hard that I can't leave him there, so I stop. I heave my big sports bag from the passenger seat onto the back seat. He comes running up, opens the right door and looks at me questioningly. His blond hair is soaking wet and sticking to his forehead and the rain is running down his black bomber jacket. He's not even wearing a baseball cap!

Get in!

He gets in and takes a deep breath. He runs his hand through his wet hair and looks at me.

I'm going to Charlottenburg. Where do you wanna go?

He doesn't say anything for a moment, just keeps looking at me.

It doesn't matter, just get out of here!

Then he stares ahead into the rain. I point with my thumb to the back seat with my sports bag.

There's a towel in there. It's not completely dry either, but it's drier than you are.

He turns around and pulls the towel out while I drive off. He rubs his hair a little to dry it. It sticks out in all directions as he's done with it. Otherwise he's still soaking wet, so he stuffs it back in the bag.

Thanks!

No problem!

We don't say anything for a while, I have to be damn careful not to make a crash in this crappy weather. But I think it's rude to sit next to each other and say nothing.

Why are you outside in this crappy weather?

He takes a while to answer again.

I ran away, out of the youth home. I couldn't stand it there any longer!

Well, you picked exactly the right day for you in the flood! And you don't know where you wanna go?

No, just get away!

He keeps looking through the windshield in the rain. I think about what I should do with him now.

Okay, then come with me to my place first. We'll be there in ten minutes. You can have a warm shower then and you'll get dry clothes too.

He turns his head towards me, but I have to keep staring at the street.

Okay, cool!

Silence again.

I'm Chris! And what's your name?

Nico.

Hi, Nico!

More silence.

Why did you run away?

Because...

Now he's looking at the floor.

… the youth home manager wanted to send me to a family once again!

You mean a foster family or whatever it's called?

Yeah! I've had that three times, it was always shit!

And then you just left? Didn't you even take a bag of clothes or something with you?

No!

Then it must really be shit!