Be a Good Boy part 5 and full story

Be a Good Boy- Part One

As I walked into choir that day, my eyes were as always drawn to Stephan. I know what you might be thinking- with a name like that, this guy must either be foreign or impossibly gay. Unfortunately for me (on the later count, at least) neither was true. He was as obviously straight as he was unnaturally beautiful. It always seemed to me such a shame that someone so deeply pretty would preoccupy himself with creatures concerned with making themselves look more like him. Could any woman really appreciate a man like him? Him, of the delicately raised cheekbones. Him, of the eyelashes so effortlessly long and graceful. Him, of the silky auburn hair playfully splayed, casual in its absolute perfection. Him, aware of his own looks just enough to create the kind of magnetic confidence that everyone wishes they had.

I tried, as always, not to stare too long, and as always I failed. He obviously knew why I was looking- in our casual friendship, I'd been very open about my sexuality, and he had not needed to explain his own. He didn't usually say hello, at least not unless I did first. His attitude toward me seemed to be a kind of pleased lack of acknowledgment. He knew I saw him, knew I appreciated him, and understood that if he ever suffered from a deficit of attention I would be their to fill the gap. I had an inferior kind of attention to give (the non-mammaried variety) but still, in a dire situation it was better than nothing. At least that was the way it seemed.

As the class settled in I stole the occasional glance, each one both pleasant and awful, a lift from desire and a slap from denial. He was usually flippant and distracted, but today it seemed he was actually concentrating- his lips parted with an exquisite pop as he formed each subsequent vowel, looking down at his music, his smooth brow furrowed temporarily. Such productive work could never be the norm- our overly cheerful choir director frequently lost control and explosions of chatter would erupt without warning. In these he participated eagerly- as he sang bass two and I sang tenor one, I never heard the conversation fully, but I saw the sly grins and saw the easy, open mouthed laugh. His voice was a deep rumble across the room, and I listened fore each snippet I could hear, cherishing these almost as much as I did the borrowed glances.

Suddenly, something caught my attention- one of the guys had made that quick, bark-like noise people sometimes make in a crowd when they agree with something. I saw Stephan lean forward and in a lull, heard him say “No, you've got to make it deeper. Like a big dog.” And he demonstrated.

I stuck my thumb involuntarily into my mouth and bit down. I leaned back in my chair, reeling with lust. I couldn't count the number of times I'd fantasized about hearing that exact noise come from his mouth. It was too much to bear- luckily class was over moments later, and I shuffled out, my thoughts still a jumble of heated sexual images. I couldn't stand it any more- I had to make him mine.

Part two
Later that day, I tried to clear my head. I knew realistically there was no way I'd be able to “make” him anything- even if I wasn't morally opposed to it, I don't get off on rape. The thought of holding him down and fucking him against his will did nothing for me- okay, it did something, but not exactly what I wanted. I wanted his consent. Not only that- I wanted to own him completely, not just body, but mind and soul as well. I have always got off on the idea of having a man as my personal pet. Specifically, I wanted him to be my puppy dog. I don't know where this fantasy came from- ever since puberty, I've had images of beautiful men, down on all fours, barking and whining and begging me for a taste of my cock.
Trains of thought like this were not leading me away from my lustful leanings, so I decided to take a walk to the book store. I figured some literature was bound to distract my mind, at least for a little while. As I browsed through the stacks, something caught my eye. It was a book entitled “How to Get People to Do What You Want.” There was a strange symbol on the spine, kind of like a hieroglyphic eye. I figured it must be one of those hokey self help books, but I picked it up anyway, and began flipping through. Immediately I realized this book must be some kind of joke- nearly every page had a chart, list or diagram of what looked like someone's idea of magic spells. Strange items were called for, cauldrons were required- the whole bit. I was about to put it down laughing when I noticed a heading that caught my eye. “The fine art of human training.” Underneath, there was a description of the effects of the supposed art.

“Ever wanted someone to obey you not because they had to, but because they wanted to?Ever wanted to see the gleam of pleasure in the eye of your subject while they did your bidding?Ever wanted to watch them grin and scurry to you without reservation, face alight and tail a-wagging? Well then, this section is for you. Turn any individual into whatever you want them to be- from friend, to lover, to slave, to faithful hound, and watch them love every minute of it.”

Without thinking I brought the book to the counter and checked out. I hurried away, assuring myself all the way that this was nothing but a joke, some silly way to distract myself on an uneventful afternoon. This assertion became harder and harder to maintain as I bought the ingredients for the first step in the method. When I got home, I immediately began concocting what was intended to be “a highly addictive substance, for the initial ensnarement of your subject.” The finished product looked like a small, average chocolate. “This isn't going to work.” I told myself, as I feverishly mapped out the rest of my plan.

The next day I walked into class with a clear plastic bag of chocolates prominantly held in my right hand. As I sat down I carefully picked one out to eat, and made sure to look like I was enjoying it. Predictably, Stephan turned his captivating green eyed gaze to me immediately, and swept the hair out of his face with characteristic grace. I could physically see him turn on his immense charm as he focused down on me, and though I knew it wasn't true I suddenly felt as though every ounce of his attention and good will was being lavished on me at once.

“Can I have one of those” a deep rumble passing through flawless lips.

I smiled as I picked out the correct chocolate for him. “Sure.”

I admit, I held my breath a little as I waited for his reaction.


Part 3
As he began to chew, I saw his eyes unfocus and his ever so slightly pouty mouth turn up into a smile of shameless, unmitigated delight. I quickly reached out my hand and put it lightly on his outer thigh, then removed it, hardly believing what was happening. All of this was over in a split second- yet I was certain I had seen more than just someone eating candy. I tried not to seem visibly elated as I casually turned to face forward. The reaction was moment for moment exactly what the book had described. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he briefly shook his head in confusion, then went to sit down. He looked somewhat dazed. Throughout the class I saw him rubbing the spot where I had touched him, as if he wasn't sure why he was doing it.

After class he approached me with a look of slight desperation in his eyes, although his outward demeanor was still cool. His gaze flitted to my obviously empty hands as he asked,

“Do you have any more of those? I'm hungry.”

“No, sorry” I said sweetly, “that was it for today.” This somewhat strange wording was another bit of advice from the book. His brow furrowed in a way that slightly diminished his beauty but matched his masculine voice even better. He walked off without saying a word.

Throughout the next few weeks, I continued to feed him the addictive candies, regularly at first and then more and more sporadically. I could see him enjoying each one more and more, and felt him get closer and closer to me each time he ate, until his leg was practically between my knees when the moment of bliss came to him. After a while I began squeezing him gently with my legs when this happened (careful to be subtle, with people around.) Each time he would walk away wordlessly, settling in to his chair with a faintly confused expression.

After some time like this, I stopped bringing any of his treats to class altogether, for over a week. I felt him looking at me each day, trying to hide his desire. Just as the book said, this desire obviously grew every day, and became more and more plain on his face. On the Monday following this dry spell, I made one chocolate and placed it in my pocket, out of plain site. I also sprayed myself with a kind of cologne I had made out of the same stuff used in the treats. When I walked into the room, his head snapped to me in a way that I can only describe as desperate. He licked his full lips, then immediately changed his pose into that most languid, confident and powerful air which only the incredibly attractive can ever master.

“Hey,” he said, fixing me with his gaze, “you've got another one of those things, don't you?”

“No,” I answered, “I'm fresh out. Sorry.”

His face briefly flashed to extreme discontent, then slid into its most actively seductive. He leaned over my chair, put his hand on the back of it an placed his face inches from mine.

“I know you do. Won't you give it to me?” His flawless eyes compelled me.

“No,” I breathed, “I really really don't. Sorry.”

He stood back up and walked away without saying a word. After class, I walked slowly to one of the practice rooms and watched as he followed me. I sat down at the piano and didn't turn around as I heard him open up the door.

“Listen, I don't know how, but I can tell you have one. Just give it to me, I'm hungry.”

“Oh, you're right,” I laughed, “I do have one. I was saving it for myself. But, listen, if you really want it, you can have it if you find it.”

He grabbed my shoulders and inhaled a deep breath against my neck, where I had sprayed the cologne. He then proceeded to sniff heavily down my torso, until he reached my pocket where the treat was. Without waiting for me to get it out he put his mouth around the outline and started to suck feverishly while letting out little moans. Then perhaps realizing what he was doing, he popped his mouth off the now wet spot in my pants and looked up at me expectantly, from his position on all fours at my feet.

“I found it. Give it to me.”

I tried to laugh casually as I reached into my pocket. “Okay, okay, here.” I held it in my hands and he instinctively opened his mouth. As I popped it in, him on all fours in front of me, I quickly pulled down my pants and stuffed my erect cock in after it. As the look of bliss came onto his face I began to gyrate my hips in his direction, with a large amount of pre-cum leaking out of my dick. I then popped it back out of his mouth and hastily pulled up my pants. As his expression changed into one of confusion I saw him lick his lips, then slowly stand up.

“Okay. Well. Thanks.” And he walked out.

Part 4

Later that day, I saw him walking by the music building, and I ran to catch up with him. He turned towards me before I reached him, and I saw to my delight that the now-familiar glazed look came over his face as he smelled my scent. I reached up and tousled his hair affectionately, and his grin widened, before fading as I put my hand down.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“So, if you want, I've got some more of those chocolates at my house. You seem to like them quite a bit.”

I saw his eyes widen in anticipation, and thought I heard him breath a little faster. “Yeah, that could be cool.”

“Cool. Come over at seven.”

When he arrived, I had everything already set up in the apartment. Candles burned, made with the smell that he now found intoxicating. The lighting was low, and I had only one chair set up in the living room, which I was sitting in. On the table next to me was an iPod and headphones. He knocked on the door, then opened it without waiting for an answer. As soon as he walked in it hit him, and he fell down on all fours, his face shining with happiness.

“Hey bud. Feeling a little tired?” He made no answer except to crawl over to me, intent on feeling the touch that he now associated with extreme pleasure.

“Woah! Hi there.” I said, as he nuzzled his beautiful face into my crotch. “Tell you what. Can you sit back for me?” And I placed my hands on his hips and guided him into a sitting position.

“Now listen to this for a while, okay?” I placed the headphones on his ears while reaching behind my chair to grab a syringe full of clear liquid, which in injected into his arm before pressing play on the iPod. I heard him sigh with complete release as his body slumped over, and the recording of my voice started to play, mixed with soothing an entrancing music. I knew what it was saying.

“Whenever you hear me say, 'Be a good Boy,' you will believe deep in your heart that you are my happy, eager puppydog slave. You love to do what master says, and you always obey his every command. You walk on all fours, bark, wag your tail, wear a collar, and love to lick my face. You will stay in this state until I say 'Play human.' You will not remember anything, except that you love to spend time with me. Being a puppy gives you the greatest pleasure you have ever known.”

Part 5

The recording went on for quite a while after that, playing deeply hypnotic music and clips of my voice praising him and cooing to him, while the serum worked its way through his body. As he lay there, slumped onto his side with his legs curled up at the knees, I moved about the room, clearing it of the smell that had filled it before he arrived, and occasionally stopping to rub his head and washboard abs, which would elicit small sighs of pleasure and slight stretching. At one point he rolled over fully onto his back, with his arms held up in the begging position and his eyes still closed.

When I saw that he was coming around, I grabbed him under his arms and hoisted him onto my chair. Just as his eyes opened I took the headphones off him, and watched as he blinked uncertainly.

“Pretty good stuff, right?” I said cheerfully.

“Yeah, that was... those are good,” he said, and I saw his lips twitch as he tried and failed to avoid grinning. He tracked my movements as I walked around the room.

“Well, was there anything else you wanted?” I asked, enjoying especially the way he looked at my hands longingly without even realizing it.

“No, I guess not,” he said uncertainly, and he stood up and headed for the door.

“Oh, Stephan, one more thing,” I said, and his head snapped to me. “Be a good boy.”

The first thing I saw was the widest, most carefree grin spread over his face. Then he dropped to his knees, and forward onto his hands, and looked up at me expectantly. His hips began to move back and forth slowly.

“Puppy! What are you doing in people clothes? Silly.” His grin turned into a slight frown, and he made small grumbling noises as he became uncomfortable. “Here, let me help you.” He began to pant contently as I rolled him onto his back and slipped his shirt off him. He took the opportunity to lick my face as I angled back to unzip his pants.

“Hey!” I laughed, and he began to wiggle with excitement. He hopped onto his knees and put his hands on my chest, knocking me down onto my back as he licked me. His triangle shaped torso swung back and forth as he wagged happily, kissing my face with long, slobbery licks. I enjoyed this for a while, basking in my flawless conquest, and he showed no signs of getting tired of this pursuit. His shining joyful eyes said he could do this all day, with occasional breaks to pant with his tongue hanging out of his mouth.

Eventually, I pushed him off my chest and rolled him onto his back. I held him down with one hand (he was struggling lightly in an attempt to get back up and start licking me again) while I undid his pants with my other hand. He was panting heavily, and a line of slobber fell down his cute but strong chin. After I slid off his underwear, I took my hand off his chest and stood up. He quickly and athletically flipped back onto all fours, and immediately reared up onto his knees, hands bent forward like paws and a wild grin splitting his face.

“Down, boy,” I said, but he was too adorable to resist- I ended up bending down to let him lick me more, which he did gratefully and eagerly, covering my face and neck. I stood back up and put my hands on his wide shoulders to push him down to a sit. He was panting softly now, and looking up and me with eyes empty of all thought. I reached down to scratch behind his ear, and he closed his eyes and whined softly as he leaned into my hand. At this point I began to think about the throbbing organ in my jeans, and increased the rate and pressure of my petting, simultaneously pulling his head close to my thigh. He groaned softly, and his tongue fell back out of his mouth as he licked what he could reach.

“Good boy, very good boy” and I rubbed the back of his head as my inner thigh got soaked from two sources. I grabbed his hair and tilted his face up, which prompted more happy panting, while I undid my own pants and slid them off. When my thick cock popped out of my boxers, his eyes widened with desire and he lunged for it, quickly covering the length in saliva, all the while grunting with pleasure. For someone who had never sucked cock before, he did a phenomenal job, wrapping his sculpted lips around the length and easily taking the full eight inches down his throat. His butt wiggled slowly as I stroked the back of his head, reeling with the bolts of sexual satisfaction he was sending through my body.

Before I came, I popped him off my dick and set him back, which caused him to tilt his head, his long auburn hair shifting cutely, and a slight whine to escape his lips. “Just a minute, bud, I need to get your collar. Sit.” He sat on his haunches, momentary concern gone. As I walked to my bedroom he trotted behind me, a grin never far from his face. “Sit,” I said, and he sat back while I fastened his black leather collar around his neck. “Who's a good boy?” I asked in sing-song.

“Woof! Woof!” he barked, and I ruffled his hair.

“Yes, yes you are. You're a good boy. Yes you are.”

“Woof! Awoooooo!” he howled briefly.

“Haha, silly dog.” I sat down on my bed and he placed his paws (as I began thinking of them) on my legs, rubbing his head on my belly and licking around the bone I knew he wanted.

“What?” I teased, “What do you want? Huh?”

“Woof woof!” he barked importantly.

“Okay, okay,” I said, “hop on up.”

He jumped onto the bed quickly, with his ass facing me, craning his head around to look at me with expectation as he panted. I quickly grabbed his ass and spread the cheeks, rimming him as he whined. When I popped my cock into his ass, his head jolted up and he barked with surprise. As I fucked him he began to bark with a more pleased sound, regularly and contentedly. His ass was the tightest I had ever had, and I pounded him hard while rubbing his back gently.

After I came inside him, he looked around slowly, his smile now lazy and relaxed. I lied back on my pillow and he crawled up beside me and licked my face gently. He settled in beside me, hand still in paw position and legs still curled up at the knees.

The End