The PupBoy Next Door Trilogy: Director's Cut

A. McDuff Productions & Parentmount Pheelms

in association with Dikki Enzido Jr Company

present a PupBoy22 Film written by PupBoy22

The PUPBOY NEXT DOOR Trilogy: Directors Cut

Starring: Bill Tim Adoghaus and Yeti Leffem

~ ACT I ~ HONOR THY NEIGHBOR

Garrett, a small framed young boy who went to school at the University nearby, was the classic boy next door type.

Every morning I would wait for him to leave the house, and then make my appearance in the front yard. That was the perfect

time to pick-up my daily newspaper out of the grass. Every school day, I would start conversations with him as he passed by

my front gate. I am sure that Garrett liked the attention and my friendly neighbor charm. Everytime he found me out in the

front yard getting my newspaper, he would smile from ear to ear. He had soft waves of light, golden brown hairs on his head.

His lips were soft, too. His baby blue eyes looked stunning in the morning sunlight. Yet, I always felt transfixed on his

soft pinkish, plump lips. I am so fond of Garrett that it is not without guilt that I get off thinking about him on all

fours. It drives me wild the picture in my head of Garrett with pointy ears and a tail wagging from his rear end. You see,

ever since I moved to this town, that adorable young boy has been an obsession. I remember seeing him for the first time,

years ago, in his back yard, rolling on the ground with the family dog. He was so playful and advenerous! It was almost as if

he had the soul of a wild animal inside of him somewhere.

After a long conflict of internal struggle, the back and forth debate in my head was over. I finally gave in to my

overwhelming urges to make the fantasy into my reality. I had decided that Garrett needed me just as much as I needed him.

So, I had a masterful plan and was ready to put it into action. "Hey sport, nice out today isn't it," I say to him in the

morning. "Oh yeah, Wes! I really like it when it's warm outside," Garrett says to me with a smile. "Well buddy, I was hoping

you might come by here after school today and give me a hand tuning up my pickup truck. "Alright! sound's like fun," Garrett

sings those promisnig words to me. I savor the sight of his tight butt as he trots down the sidewalk to board the city bus.

The rest of the day, the hours pass, and all I think about is what that tight butt would smell like if I buried my nose right

into his virgin butthole. I hear the bus make it's stop to drop Garrett back home after his school day. The sound of my heart

beating is like a bass drum pounding in my ear. Garrett wandered down my driveway and into the garage. He had no clue that he

was walking into the trap of a sexual predator.

A few heart beats after I hear the sound of the city bus dropping him off back home that afternoon, Garrett wandered

over to my garage and took a look at my beat up old Ford pickup truck. "I don't know much about cars, Wes!" His voice has a

hint of shame in it, as though he were sad to disappoint me. "That's alright, Champ. All I need you to do is rev the engine

some." "Well, that sounds easy enough!" he said and hopped into the driver seat of my old Ford F-150. "Alright give it some

gas now. Alright, go ahead and rev it. Garrett? Ease your foot on the pedal, Garrett." I glanced up to find that Garrett is

hypnotised by what is in the passenger seat next to him. His gaze is expressing excitement and curiosity. "What do you see

there Kiddo," I say innnocently enough. My feet take me over closer to this young, innocent, baby blue eyed boy. "What is

this stuff? Is this like some S&M stuff," he asks me. He's looking at a cardboard box packed with size small bondage gear.

All together, it is a complete leather puppy slave uniform. "Why don't you try it on," I said with a commanding presence.

Garrett slowly places the dog face hood over his head and looks in the rear view mirror of my truck. He smiles and

surely enough let's out the cutest little "Arf! Arf!" sounds you could imagine. Suddenly, this boy next door I've known as

the shy, innocent type for so many years, he is now a whole new person. As the rush of this kinky thrill sets in with him, he

suddenly confesses to me that he has been wanting to play around with me for a long time now. I tell him, "put on the rest of

your outfit and we can play now, cutie pie." As he steps out of the truck, I quickly remind him to get on all fours. He

kneels down and assumes his role as my new pet. I grab an old tan leather leash hanging from the wall in my garage and clip

it to the brand new black leather harness he has around his tiny upper body. I say, "Heel boy," and he walks on his fists

buried inside leather mitts and his legs now just thighs and knee pads to walk on. He follows my lead into the backyard.

It is at that moment I realized he had forgotten to put on the tail plug that goes inside his undoubtebly virgin ass

cherry. I tell him, "Stay and go potty, Garrett", and he barely notices--he's preoccupied sniffing my flower garden and

pretending he is a canine. I hurry and grab the pup tail out of the box in my truck, and come back to him and inform him that

he forgot part of his outfit. "I didn't know what that was for, Wes." I clip back on his leash and direct him towards the

backdoor of my house. As I walk him inside, I notice he left a stream of warm puppy piss in the top soil of my flower bed.

Suddenly I I smile to myself, dog tail buttplug in hand, that within the hour the boy next door is going to be lapping up my

piss off the bathroom floor. First, I take him to the living room. As I lead him into the large room he finds that toys,

treats, food and water dishes, not to mention a mansion quality doghouse. "I put that doghouse together for you from

scratch." I can tell he is impressed and he lets me know he wants to go inside it, with his body language. The way his ass

looks in the tight latex shorts I picked out for him, it makes my cock tremble and fight for total control of my head. Part

of me wants to tie him up and never let him go. He is so much more than just a sexy slab of boy meat. His rear end is arched

up in the air and his body is inside the doghouse. My mouth is watering and I have a big appetite for some boy meat tonight.

I tell him to crawl back a few steps and stick his ass all the way out and up. He obeys and I get the feeling he is

not entirely so innocent and pure. Perhaps he'd been masturbating and acting out fantasies late at night in his bedroom at

home? The way he wiggled his butt and worked the O-ring of his smooth butthole, it laid to rest any lingering fear that he

wasn't horny and naughty like me. I grab a trial size bottle of lubricant from the pocket of my cargo shorts. I tell him to

"Stay still," and the lube melts onto his little boyhole like a stick of butter in the microwave. The butt plug end of his

new puppy tail goes inside him easily enough and I have another flash of disbelief. Is this a dream? My dick is on the verge

of involuntary ejaculation. I marvel at this total conversion from boy next door to pupboy in the doghouse. I pull his leash,

command him to heel. He can barely keep up as I drag his sexy little cock teasing ass cheeks out of the doghouse and into the

training room further on down the hallway.

"Welcome to boot camp," I chime while I lead him into the remodeled space that was once a formal dining area. He

catches his first glimpse of his new surroundings. He see's whips, chains, leashes, paddles, muzzles, harnesses, ropes, and

restraints all hung up along all four of the black walls. He see's the large dog cage and his food and water dishes on the

cage floor. Along the sides of the cage are mounted devices, hand picked by yours truely, for variety during the long hours

he will be locked inside of it. On each end of the cage are large cock and ball dildos mounted precisely where his throat and

ass sit. On the rear side of the crate are catheter tubes and an enema bag, ready to go into the depths of his ass and the

tip of his little pup cock. On the front side of the kennel is large funnel attached to the metal wiring of the cage, along

with tube piping meant to go into Garrett's throat. The boy was not sure what to make of the situation as it was. Was he

about to experience pleasures beyond his wildest imagination? What if he is about to be used and abused in the most gruesome

and terrifyings ways? All either of us really knew was that our dicks were harder than Chinese algebra.

In one corner of the facility, a high horse was saddled up and ready for Garrett ass meat. Over the hand bars of the

high horse, instead of a twirling gymnasts body, you'd find a rather expensive leather horse saddle. Above all this is where

I had hung a harness and pulley system. This is so my pup can walk up to the high horse and I'm able to lower the harness

down and strap his entire body into it, keeping him in doggystyle posistion. Then with the flick of a lever, I lower him down

onto his saddle and high horse where his butthole is at just the right height to take my cock inside. In another corner, the

hardwood floor turns to bathroom tiles. There is a bathroom stall with no door on it and a toilet seat that's only unique

feature is the thick metal chain coming from a wall mount bracket installed right behind the tank of the toilet. On both

walls of the toilet stall are 4" wide holes drilled out, so I can train my pup how to be a dirty gloryhole slut. On the

outside of the wall of the toilet is a urinal attached to the wall. On the floor at knee level is a head gear ponybit locking

restraint attached to a pipe running from the drain of the urinal over head.

I choke my new pup a little and drag him by his leash and collar straight to the urinal in the corner. Before he can

think about it twice, I have grabbed his head with both of my hands firmly and shove his puppy eyed face into the locking

ponybit head mount, with a hole in the center of the bit that fits in the metal pipe running down from the urinal above

Garrett's once innocent young face. Now I have him exactly where I want him, and at this point I could care less about

whether or not he is ready for this. So much time, money, and energy went into preparing for this day. Garrett, whether he

liked it or not, was now going have all of my frustration and tension taken out on his ass and mouth. As I pulled out

handcuffs from a pocket in my cargo shorts and forcefully locked each end tightly into place, the rush of power and control

and the pleasure overload of overwhelming lustful--it all made me feel so alive. Finally, the first real thrilling experience

of my life. I was sure that this was beyond anything ever felt by this little pupboy in training that was kneeling at my

feet. The only sound you can hear from him now is the echo of his whimpers resonating from his mouth, up the long metal pipe

and coming out from openings at the bottom of my urinal.

"Come on Garrett, be a good boy for Daddy. All the other boys are doing it", I say to him and manage to reduce his

futile whining into nothing more than pouty sighs of deep breaths. "You shouldn't have gone potty in my flower bed,

especially not without my permission or supervision. For your punishment, I'm pissing down into your throat all the way into

your tummy. You are going to learn to love the taste of my piss so much that you beg for it like the dog you are. After you

learn how to drink piss like a good little pupboy, then maybe I will let you place your lips on this Godlike tool of mine!" I

say while presenting my cock and balls to his face. It is love at first sight I can tell, he just stares as if he were

hypnotized at my 10" pornstar cock, thick as a can of soda pop and with balls bigger than his head. As I observe him

manuevering his throat and face so that it is now more perfectly fixed onto the drain pipe for the urinal, I assume he's now

back on board with me. But if you told me yesterday I was even going to see Garrett with his pants down, I'd of never

believed a word of it. Yet, here I am with him fully naked and in his full puppy attire and the urinal drain pipe deep down

his throat. If that can happen, anything can happen.

I select a frat paddle from my collection, to be used as a weapon of ass destruction on Garrett's not yet trained,

arrogant little bitch asshole and warm weiner craving buns. I grab a large paddle with many tiny holes drilled into it and

it's nickname "Morning Wood" painted on the handle. I tell Garrett, "This is your punishment for being a cock tease and

trying to drive me crazy with this little butt you've got. Well, say goodbye to it, you won't recognize it after I get done

with you. I give one false swing with the paddle just to mess with his head. Just as he feels the relief of not being spanked

on the first swing, I swat both of his cheeks three times each hard in rapid succession. "This is what happens to a bad

puppy. You have to learn your lesson the hard way." I spank his ass as hard as I can once every 15 seconds, for the next 5

minutes. His puppy dog eyes are now wet with tears and his ass is red like an electric oven when the burner is set all the

way to High. I can't stop the process of breaking him in now, I am already almost halfway to reaching my real goal.

I take a picture of his ass, red like a fire truck and marked with hard welts. I felt guilty for going so rough on

the boy. At this point, my cock and balls are more or less running the show. I put some lotion on round little pint sized

package of two handfuls of young boy ass cleavage. The skin on his ass deserves some time to heal after the punishment that

he endured on the flesh of his puppy dog hind quarters. Now, I will focus my attention forcing inch after painful inch of my

oversized animal like third leg dangling inbetween my legs. The head of my penis knocks back and forth againts my knees as I

stand over him, shivering from the nervous adrenaline coursing throughout my entire body. Out of my pocket, comes a package

of lube. I apply the lube to my erection made of steel and I apply even more extensively to both the inside and outside of

now tight little cock socket, that with the next few hours will be better described as a gaping sperm bank that will be

filled to the top with my ball busting surplus of boy breeding baby batter.

The head of my cock is on it's way into poor little Garrett's inexperienced butthole and I am doing my best not to

shoot my load immediately as I make contact with his perfect soft, smooth ass meat. I get up to my feet and take a moment to

reflect on everything, while holding my cock and counting down to the launch of a very strong stream of piss. I shoot just a

bit out at first, looking down to see the reactions from the pupboy at my feet. This is his first time taking piss. He is

bound tight with the urinal drain running very far into his throat. I drain about half my piss into the urinal and down into

his mouth, and the other half I aim directly at his face. I shake off the last drops of piss from my enormous Daddy cock and

waste no time as I get back down and work my way back into his butthole, his ass cheeks still red and sore from the twenty

six times "Morning Wood" collided into him in full swing. My cock is way too big for his little hole to take, so I get off

him and detach his throat from the piss drenched drainage pipe.

"Kennel up, pup", is the order I command to the humiliated young pup. Garrett was finally learning what it means to

be submissive. He was knee deep in bondage. His hands were now just paw mitts. He was walking on his hands and knees. His

virgin asshole was aching from repeat penetrations and insertions into his anus. Slowly, the submissive and obedient little

pet slave boy crawled on all fours across his training room and into his dog cage. He laps water from a dish with his name

engraved on it. Inside his small tummy is a half quart of my piss. The paws on his mitts and the pads on his knees are

holding up a hundred and twenty pounds of young puppy meat in training. I watch him in his desperation as he laps up his

drink of water and crunches on the Puppy Chow I have filled his dish with.

"Keep your face down in the food dish", are the words he heard from my direction. I went to the rear of his kennel

and pull up chair and sit down. I opened the rear end gate on the cage and grabbed his hips and pulled his rear end out. I

say to him, "I want to hear you eating all that dog food and lapping up every last drop of water in your dish, boy." Garrett

does his best to obey me and eats mouthfuls of Puppy Chow and laps up his water dish in waves. I lube his bruised, beaten

little butt again and finger his sore and tight fuck spot. I use more lube this time, making sure I thoroughly cover all of

his pint size love tunnel. "Let Daddy hear his pup panting", comes out of my mouth. "Uh Uh Ah Uh Oh", the noise of him

panting like a dog on a hot day, his tongue hanging from his mouth.

"Wink", I say it again and again to him, "Wink your butthole." My cock is pushing up against my pups thigh. My cock

and balls are much bigger than his thighs. My balls are bigger than his butt and the head of my cock is too large for his

even his butt cheeks to take in more than an inch. I grind my hard cock against his asshole, buttcrack, and the rest of my

cock and balls push up the insides of his thighs pressed together. I use both of my hands and spread his ass cheeks as far

apart as they can go. "Wink!", is all that is said as we excersize his butthole. I use my fingers to stretch the O-ring of

his anus wider and to make it gape. I make him wink his butthole for an hour or so, all time I am humping and pushing my cock

against his ass and thighs. Occasionally, I take my cock and spread open his thighs and dick slap his balls. The sounds of

him panting, crunching on Puppy Chow, calling me his Daddy, and being made to beg for more ass abuse... it was all turning me

on so much. I grabbed a funnel and stuck the tip of it into his swollen asshole and blasted a high yield semen bomb and it

all went down the funnel straight into his rectum.

I posistioned his butthole forward and stick his dog tail buttplug in to prevent his ass full of cum from leaking. I

pull him out of his cage butt first and grab him by the leash. "Heel", I order him to start walking on his doggy legs. He

walks slower than usual, mostly from his asshole being force fucked but also from the slippery butt plug he cannot drop. He

crawls across the room in the direction his Daddy leads him. My piss is in his tummy and my cum is in his rear end. I can

tell he is getting sleepy now. He will get plenty of sleep when I put him back into his cage. Right now, I am just dragging

him to the spot he is now. I lower the pulley and place each of his four legs into the for leg holes of a harness. I lift him

up from the floor and posistion him over the high horse and saddle. I lower him down onto the saddle with his butthole

posistion at a perfect forty five degree angle and remove his buttplug. His buttcheeks look great pushed up on the edge of

the saddle.

Next, I inserted a tube into his anus and ran it from his butthole into his mouth, deep back, hanging down his

throat. I used a butterly ring gag to keep his mouth open. To top this all off, I placed pacifiers into his butthole and his

mouth and pissed all over his ass and face to mark my territory. I put cameras at both ends of him so that I could later

replay the next hour of him dripping my piss from his head and tail, taking all of the ass cum in in his butt straight into

his throat, oozing with drool from the gag in his mouth, sucking on binkys from both ends, mounted on a high horse, propped

up onto a saddle, drenched in cum, piss, and spit, dressed up as a leather puppy, ass candy apple red and bruised with welts,

spitting up cum and piss, wiggling around, kept in bondage, and forced to train how to be a good little puppy boy sex slave

for his Daddy.

~ ACT II ~ PUPBOY MEATS WORLD

I returned to the Training Room after a nice relaxing break from the dirty sex of earlier. I sip my long island iced

tea and scan the sports section of my newspaper. I hardly even notice my pupboy slave and I casually flip the switch to his

pup mounting harness crane. My filthy pupboy is lifted up away from his saddle and high horse and lowered back to the ground

on all fours, where he belongs. He stumbles to maintain balance and comes out of whatever foggy haze he drifted into. "You

look good in your puppy mitts boy," I reassure him. He lowers his head in the most submissive and humiliated of ways. I

notice that his mouth has a large serving of ass cum that the pupboy must of forgotten to swallow. I smack my pupboy hard in

the face. Before he has anytime to react, I grab his neck firmly and choke him so hard that he cannot vocalize anything.

"Swallow it, boy, swallow that ass cum your Daddy served to you," I yell--drunk with power. He immediately complies

and I stop choking his tiny neck, for now. I snap my fingers and point into the corner, "Go!". I drag him by his collar and

with only one arm am easily able to pick him up and throw him across the room. He goes into wall of the toilet stall and

falls over just where I want him. "Put your face on the pony bit," I say. He reluctantly obeys my command. "Flip over so

Daddy can see your ass. Good boy." I attach the drain pipe through the hole in his bit and place it deep down in his throat.

After drinking Long Island iced tea for the past two hours, I had to piss like a race horse. As I'm pulling out my thick dick

and fixing to piss into my pupboy like he was my personal toilet, I noticed that my pup was hard as a rock.

This was the longest piss I think I've ever experienced. His whole body was now dripping with my salty piss and I'd

filled the urinal so full it was backed all the way up. My piss boy had to breath from his nose since his mouth was totally

flooded with his Daddies pee pee. I disconnect his head from the piping and restraints and piss gets all over his face and my

hands. I grabbed him by his harness and pulled him out and dragged his slutty mouth and ass over to the toilet stall. I

lifted my boot up off the floor and placed it into his head, pressing all the down until his face was smeared all over the

toilet seat.

"Clean the toilet Bitch," I command him and he obeys me immediately. After a few minutes I lift my boot off his his

head and watch him continue to lick the toilet, struggling to earn my approval. I feel my cock pulsating and I can tell that

there is more piss loaded inside of me ready to go. I shoot piss all over the toilet and left up my boot on to the toilet

seat. "Kiss my feet," is all it takes to show him why they call it a boot camp. He kisses the steel tip toe on my boot and I

try to get the last of my piss stream into his mouth. Fuck this stupid little slave boy. Everything up to this point in my

life seems like a blur now. This faggot dog is going to be pumped full of my cum for the rest of his days.

The doorbell rings and it can only be my special guest for tonight. I chain my slave pup up in the toilet stall and

handcuff his ankles together. I force his head into the toilet bowl with my boot and tell him to stay. At the front door of

my house is my drinking buddy, Lyle. I'd called him earlier and asked him to come over and meet my new house pet. I let him

in the door and he already has a stiff tool bulging from his pants. I say to him, "Save it for the little cunt boy waiting at

the gloryhole." When we make our entrance back at Puppy Boot Camp, I see my good little puppy boy still has his snout burried

into the toilet bowl.

Lyle goes over to my laptop and views the video of Garrett oozing ass cum out of his mouth and he rubs his cock and

ballsack. I grab a frat paddle from the wall and waste no time before smacking my little slave bitch as hard as possible

straight onto his ass. He instantly cries out like a baby and wiggles, struggling to cope with the burning pain of the fierce

blow. Lyle heads over to the gloryhole opening and sticks all of his uncut 9" married daddy cock into the hole and I put the

butterfy ring gag into my slaves mouth. Holding the frat paddle, I point the paddle over to the gloryhole and say, "Crawl".

My pupboy painfully limps over to suck this unkown stranger's cock, his ass is still sore from being paddled. He is terrified

of taking another beating on his super tiny butt cheeks.

My little pet boy slave takes a good 5 inches of Lyle's cock and massages it with his throat and tongue. I tell him,

"More." He starts to choke on it some and drool slides down his chin. "All the way," and I motion a threat of another

paddling. He chokes down almost all 9" and starts to turn red in the face. Tears come out from his puppy dog eyes. He takes a

gasp of air and keeps going. "Suck that cock off all the way or I will paddle you all night and stick both our cocks in you

at the same time," I inform him. I am sincere with my threat. My boy needs to get used to being a suck and fuck machine. He

needs to learn how to work Daddies cock good like a well trained little slave boy. He looks so cute in his little dog hood

and a big cock in his snout. Lyle just can't help himself as his big thick stream of a cum load fires off into my slaves

throat. He keeps his hard cock inside the boys mouth for several minutes and eventually takes it out and let's the boy

breathe.

I took a polaroid of my pup chained to the floor of the toilet stall, as Lyles cum is dripping from the ring gag in

my slaves mouth. I mark on the back side of the picture number it #001 and pin it up onto the wall. The collection we build

of these polaroid pictures will serve as a constant reminder for the boy. It will remind him of his place. "Good boy," I

praise him being a good little gloryhole slave. I unchained him from the toilet and put him on a leash. I say, "Heel boy,"

and let him tag along as I see Lyle out of my house for the night. "Goodnight man and thanks!" Lyle says on the way to his

car. I take my puppy boy on a poop and potty walk in my backyard and then load him up into my pickup truck in the garage. I

pull my truck out of the driveway and light up a joint. "Get your little dog snout over here and suck Daddy good, boy," I

tell him and make sure he remembers his place. He can only fit about half my dick into his mouth all at once and even that is

a big stretch for him. I hold firmly onto his tiny neck and force his face up and down the head of my super hard cock. Precum

is dripping out of the head of my dick and I have the classic rock radio station on in the truck. My destination is the

McDonalds down the road, it's open late. "Get on the floor and put your head down."

"Welcome to McDonalds, I can take order whenever you are ready!" says boy working the drive thru that night. I get a

double quarter pounder with extra cheese meal and order my pup a hamburger and vanilla ice cream cone. I pull up to the

cashiers window and pay the boy behind the counter. After he fills my order, I ask if they have any dog bones. He looks

around for a moment and then find them stashed on a shelf by the window. As he hands me the little dog biscuit, he asks me

where my pup is. Just as he finishes the question his wandering eyes find my pup kneeling low on the floor in front of the

passengers seat. I extend my hand out to give my pup his treat, and command him, "Open up pup." He bites down on the treat

and I smile back at the cashier boy. His jaw is down to the floor and I really couldn't tell if he was fascinated or just

shocked. As I pull out of the parking lot, I see him in my rear view mirror. His head is popped out of the drive thru window

like a dog with it's head out of a car door, ears flapping in the wind. I imagine how he would look in a dog mask and leather

mitts.

I look over and find my little baby boy pup is not eating his treat. I tell him, "Chew it, swallow it, and beg for

more, boy." My dick gets very hard watching him eat the dog treat. The sound of his crunching makes more precum drip out of

the tip of my cock and it leaves cum stains in my XL white cotton Hanes briefs. I plan on keeping the same pair on for

awhile, to let the cum, piss, and sweat smells build up. My pup has long nights of sleeping tied up in my bed with his face

planted in the crotch of my dirty underwear. My boy pleases me when he swallow the last crumbs of his dog biscuit and I

reward him by sharing my Coke. I tell him to get up on the passengers seat and face my direction. Then, I instruct him to

present his paws and I unwrap his hamburger and place it between his mitts. "Eat, boy."

I can't help it, my precum keeps on dripping out of the big cock head tucked away in my undies pouch. Watching

Garrett being so degraded that he has to eat his hamburger with his paw mitts, it drives me wild. After he eats all that he

can paw into his mouth, I demand that he pick up the pieces that fell onto the seat and some went into my lap. I make him

bury his snout into my crotch and finish eating all the crumbs. I pull the truck into a secluded area nearby a park in the

woods. I park, but leave the truck on with the rock station turned up. I hoped out of my truck and went to the passenger side

door and picked up my dog and put him on the hood of my truck. "Warm your ass up on the hood over my engine," I say so

casually. I get back into my warm truck and tilt the seat back a little. While gazing at my slave, I decide to roll down the

window and whistle for him to come near. He crawls over to the edge of my the hood and pops his little puppy face around the

corner of my windshield. I start feeding him some of his vanilla ice cream cone. I intentionally do it a little sloppy and

get sticky ice cream all over his snout and lips.

I tell him to turn around and arch his butt up onto my windshield. When he turns around, I get sneaky and shove the

cold ice cream cone right into his bare asshole. It startles him and he nearly falls off the hood of my truck. I throw what

is left of the ice cream cone at his head and instruct him to get his vanilla ice cream flavored butthole back on my window

and grind, bounce, pop, wiggle, and roll for me until I tell him he can stop.

I turn off my truck and get out of the cab. I pick up Garrett with my right arm and carry him as though he were just

an inanimate object. I take him off into the woods and find a nice open spot in the dirt. I throw him down on the ground and

without any control over myself I start forcefully raping his asshole bare. He screams, whines, and yelps and even bleeds

from his hole. I slap his ass hard and pound his head into the dirt until I am ready to cum. I pull my dick out and lift my

lower body over his back up to his face. I use both hands to grab his head and my cum pours out of my cock and ends up

covering almost every inch of his leather bound body, from snout to paw. I get up and spit on him and call him a faggot, just

before leaving him in the dirt and walking back to my truck. I start the engine and light another joint and finish eating my

french fries and drinking my soda pop. I pull out of the park space and start to slowly move away.

For some reason I figured he would follow me, like a good little submissive slave bitch. I began to worry about him.

Just as I am about to get out of the truck to go back and get him, he stumbles out from the leaves and tries to walk towards

me. I can tell he is dizzy or disoriented in some way. I block him from opening the passengers door and tell him dogs go in

the back. I pick him up and toss him in my pickup bed and haul ass back home. When I arrive home, I discover that Garrett has

fallen asleep in my pickup bed. I lift him out of it and carry him inside. I take his sore and exhausted little body and

place him gently inside his dog house in the living room play area. I wrap him up in a warm blanket and shut off the light. I

end up falling asleep on the couch instead of my bedroom, still in my shoes and leather jacket.

Maybe I was a little too rough on him. Tomorrow I will try to be more gentle. Well, maybe for a little bit anyway. My

dick gets rock hard again as I remember the video tape I made of Garrett oozing piss and cum from both ends, mounted on a

saddle, and sucking on pacifiers with his throat and anus. After that it's just lights out and I go into a dream world where

Garrett is a real life half dog half boy hybrid. *Zzzz Zzzz Zzzz* the sound of me snoring on the couch. *Rrrrufff rrrruff*

the sound of my pupboy in his doghouse, dreaming of chasing squirrels no doubt. Tomorrow is a new day and Lyle will be coming

over and delivering me a fresh boy for me to keep as a prisoner here. I think Garrett will like having a playpal around.

~ ACT III ~ THE GREEN LYLE

The new day comes and I wake up to find that Garrett is still alive. I walk him into the bathroom and shut the door

behind me. My puppy slave sits on all fours while I take a nice warm shower. There is nowhere to begin guessing what he might

think or feel anymore, so I do not even bother trying. I step out of my nice relaxing shower and towel off. I yank his leash

and drag him outside for his morning potty break. He stays on the leash and I watch over him as he poops and pee's in the

grass. Then, I tell him to stay and turn on the water hose to give him a bath. He has to be nice and clean today, seeing as

how we are expecting a cute boy to be delivered by Lyle. I take the pup inside and let him run around in his doggy play room.

I pace back and fourth on my cell phone, trying to get ahold of Lyle on one of his six different phone lines. Finally, he

picks up what if I am not mistaken is his bathroom phone, since I can hear the flushing of a toilet in the background. He

seems to have forgotten our little arrangement involving the delivery of my second slave. He coughs, choking on his own lies,

and tells me that he would never dream of backing out on our deal. I tell him to get in gear and stop fucking around. I am

very eager to make two slaves do things with each other. It would make an excellent video for my collection. Lyle starts

talking in a foreign lanaguage, and it occurs to me must be on another phone line. I wait patiently for him to come back to

our conversation and he informs me that there has been a snag in the plan.

Apparently, the "source" that Lyle had for "aquiring" this fresh slab of boy meat had told him that the boy has had

an unfortunate string of bad luck and is no longer "in stock." I shudder to myself, briefly wondering what the hell was I

doing and who the hell were these psychopaths I had somehow gotten involved with. I grow furious with rage, as I was hoping

to break in a fresh victim. Garrett was a huge disappointment for me, in that he was too easy and he is too comfortable with

his situation. I watch Garrett play with the toys in his room, clearly enjoying himself, roll my eyes, and start to tell Lyle

goodbye. "Fine, bye then, and don't ever fucking speak to me agai--," I am interrrupted by Lyle and his pathetic attempt to

try and smooth things out with me. "Wait a minute there, Wesley. I know someone else that can play with your slave today,"

Lyle says with a creepy sound in his voice. "Yeah, well does he have the $500 you borrowed from me in Atlantic City?" and he

chuckles and starts coughing up his one, uncollapsed lung. "I'll try and find a boy for us, like we talked about before. But,

if it will brighten your day, I can send over my cousin and you can tape him mounting your little slut."

Three and half hours later and a pitcher of Long Island iced tea from when I hung up the phone, there is a loud

banging on the door in my backyard. As I approach the door all I can see is what looks like a human being, or at least

something that may have been given birth to by a mostly human pig-like creature of some kind. I open the door and before "it"

can step inside, I push my way through and step outside to introduce myself. "You Lyle's cousin?" I ask immediately as if my

time were somehow not worth wasting on him. He looks at my for a moment and stares me down. "Sure." At this point, I realize

that my friendship with Lyle is going to cost me much, much more than the $500 he bummed from me at the casino. My eyes look

him up and down, and around, and around. It would certainly be hot to see my little pupboy get fucked by a dangerously

overweight pigfaced stranger, I think to myself and smile. "Oh," he says, "Lyle gave me this for you." Whatever it is I am

taking out of this pigman's hoof, it was packaged in sandwich paper from a deli and dripped with vinegar and olive oil. I

unwrap it to find nearly $500 in dirty $20 bills and cringe as a half eaten slice of roast beef slides through my fingers.

"Well tell Lyle I said thank you," and I tuck the dirty sandwich paper into the pigman's shirt pocket. I regain my composure

and let the beast into my home, directing him towards the dungeon. I tell him to sit down and he does, taking a good look

around the dungeon and he seems to be rather comfortable. As I step out to go and retrieve my pup, he barks an order at me to

bring him a beer. I cringe again, and shake it off, and feel my pocket to double check that my wad of cash is still there.

I take my little retarded pupboy into the dungeon and am alarmed to find Pigman left his chair. I look around for his

ugly face and suddenly I hear a loud thump and the lights in the house burn out. The next thing I remember, is Lyle's voice

speaking to me. I wake up in a daze and realize that with a headache like mine, it must be more than the Long Island iced tea

that knocked me out. Lyle is giving me some kind of speech about what a dumb fuck I am and I feel around for the wad of cash

that is now missing from my pocket. I still do not understand a word he says, it is too distracting watching my puppy being

rapped by pigman in the background. The pigman squeels, my pupboy squeels, and I fill up with rage and try to punch Lyle in

the face. He grabs my forearm and punches me hard in the gut and I go down to the ground again. When I woke up, I wasn't even

at my home anymore. I could only see out of the slits of my eyes. Looking down, the sight of hands in leather mitts and bound

tightly with handcuffs. This is not me, this is not happening. There is a pigface sitting on a Lay-Z boy and chomping down on

cereal straight out of the box.

The sounds far off down the hallway sound like Garrett and squeels of pain. I can hear Lyle laughing and cheering

himself on. The TV has the 10 O'clock local news on. Good, I think, I know what time it is now and I get the courage to plan

some kind of escape or call for help. Then, all of the sudden, I am overwhelmed with fear. I can see Garrett's face on the

TV. "Police are looking for this young student, Garrett Bakerson, who has been missing for over the past three weeks, gone

missing from him home Deluth." Three weeks?! But, I brought him just two days.. ago.. or atleast, that is what I thought. How

long have these fucks kept me hostage here?! "Police are also looking for this man, Wesley Fulton, who is his next door

neighbor and was with Garrett Bakerson when he was last seen by eye witnesses." I sat stunned for a long, long time. The

sight of Porky the Pig on his Lay-Z-boy disappeared. The sound of the TV and my sweet little boy being violently raped by

that sick bastard Lyle, it all went mute. I knew there was something coming together in my head and all of my entire brain

tuned into to figure it out. Then, I figured it out. They were keeping me hostage for one reason. They want me to take the

blame for all this. I was trapped in a living hell with nothing to look forward to but prison or death.

And then I woke up. I looked around and saw my house, in it's original condition. No dungeon, no playroom. I throw my

robe on just in time to go outside and see Garrett and get the newspaper. But, this time there is no boy walking past the

fence. Waiting around for half an hour, I finally heard the sound of a car door. Going around the corner, I find it is really

his trunk that has been slammed shut. "Hey Garrett, no school today?" I inquire of him. "Did't you hear?" he says and seemed

upset. "I got kicked out of the University! The dean found out about some video of me on the internet, being walked around on

all fours on a leash and collar naked. They expelled me!" he says to me and makes me certain this is another dream. He jumps

in his car and shuts the door, waving goodbye as he leaves me forever. I look down and see the headline of our local

newspaper: STUDENT EXPELLED FOR RAUNCHY VIDEO

My phone inside the house rings and I run inside to answer it. After that horrible nightmare I had, seeing Garrett go was

almost a relief. I am pissed though to think he could of been my little puppy boy all this time!! But, at least I'm not at

fault for him getting kicked out of school! On the phone, Lyle is talking to me about his wife and that she has a hernia

operation next week. "That's nice, yeah, I see, really?" and I keep going on pretending to listen. "So, Wes, you think you

might want to go to Atlantic City this weekend together?" Lyle asks me. "Sure, Lyle, just ask me to borrow $500!" I say and

laugh at this insider joke to myself. "Well, now that you mention it..." Lyle's says so softly that it makes him cough. I set

the phone down and he keeps on talking about his wife and the cost of the operation. I walk off to return into the bedroom

and jack off thinking about how hot it was turning Garrett into a pupboy last night in the good parts of that crazy dream.

~ THE END ~ is always the start of something new.