A Dogs Dream
Mike sat on his motorbike outside the leather shop for twenty-five minutes. He had never been in a leather fetish store before but had wanted to go in for months. He knew he had an interest in leather, beyond what he had to wear on his bike, almost as long as he knew he was gay, but wearing them every day he never really felt they were anythin more than safety wear and not pervy at all but NOW its time to do something about it. Mike wanted to go to a real leather bar but was too nervous. This way he could take a look around, get a feel for the types of things he'd seen in the bars, and maybe purchase some of his own. He was confident. He was excited. He was scared shitless.
Expecting to see men in cages and Masters standing around with whips and chains in their hands, he was surprised to find that the store looked like your average kinda shop except that the things on the shelves and walls were all leather bondage equipment. He walked right past the guy at the counter, glancing momentarily so as not attract attention or make eye contact. He was six foot tall with a shaved head. Wearing a pair of skintight jeans, a white fred perry polo shirt and doc martins, he was exactly the kind of man that Mike was looking for.
There were leather vests and jeans, wrist restraints and handcuffs. Everything Mike had seen on the sexy men he found while searching websites on the Internet and the few times he's been to the local bars. He stopped for a moment on the shelf that contained the collars. He picked up a black leather dog collar with an "D" ring attached to the front. He thought about trying it on but he didn't know if you were allowed to do that in this kind of store. Just as he turned to ask the man at the counter about it his eyes fell upon a huge chest only inches from his face. He looked up and there was the counter man standing right there. He was even more handsome up close and his eyes... They were the most intense shade of brown Mike had ever seen.
"I've never seen you in here before," the counter man said. "Can I help you find anything?"
Mike wanted to tell him that he didn't need help but he felt so comfortable with this man all of a sudden. He figured that maybe it was because he finally had the opportunity to speak to a skinhead in person, but he was pretty shy and this was a bit unusual for him. But then again, this whole situation was unusual.
"I... I dunno." Mike stammered, "I've never bought anything leather before"
The man smiled lookin at the well worn bike leathers the lad had on and said, "It's okay. I can help you. Just relax, you're too tense. I'll help you find exactly what you're looking for. Now take a deep breath, look me right in the eye and tell me why you are here."
Mike suddenly felt very relaxed. Just a moment ago he was sweating bullets at the thought of even coming into this place and now here he was, having this conversation with a sexy skinhead. The next thing he knew, he was telling him everything. How he had been in the leather chat rooms, role playing with other men claming to be Masters, even jacking off on command during a private chat session. He also told him that he wanted so desperately to try on the dog collar, and how hot it made him just thinking about wearing it. He was confiding his innermost fantasies to this man he had just met. But it somehow seemed so right to do so.
"That wasn't so bad," he thought as Mike mounted his bike. He thought about how glad he was that he had been to this store and how baseless his fears were. Opening the black plastic bag in his hand he looked at the dog collar inside. Of all the things he could have bought he chose this one. It struck him as odd that he went into the shop wanting something to wear to the bars, like a vest or jacket. He didn't think he could actually wear a dog collar his first time out in a leather bar and maybe he should have bought something else instead. But the feeling soon passed and he placed the collar back in the bag. It had its purpose; he had made a good decision. He looked at he watch and noticed that two hours had passed. "That's odd", he thought to himself. He remembered going in and talking to the counter guy, he couldn't remember his name. It was Mister...Mister..... something. Funny, he was usually pretty good with names. But then again this whole situation had thrown him for a loop. They talked for a little while and then he bought the collar, but it couldn't have been two hours. But as soon as the thought had started to bother him a warm wave of relaxation came over him and he realized it was no big deal. "Time just flies when you're having fun, I guess."
He got home to his small one bedroom flat, tossed the bag onto the kitchen table and put on some music. It seemed that something was going to happen tonight but he didn't know what. He hadn't made any plans with anyone. He even checked his calendar, blank as usual. "Well, I'd better get cleaned up just in case I've forgotten about someone," he said out loud as he got ready for the shower.
The warm water flowed down his naked body, putting him into a completely relaxed state. He thought about the man at the counter in the leather shop and the things he wanted this man to do to him and got an instant erection. With his soapy hand he reached down and started to stroke his bulging cock. He went at it for a while and he was sure that his dickhead was seeping precum all over but with the soap and water running down his body there was no trace of it. He was almost at the brink when he suddenly stopped. Something told him that he shouldn't be doing this. Unable to bring himself to finish, he quickly rinsed off and went to get dressed. A black T-shirt and a pair of jeans looked okay to him. Checking out his reflection in the full length mirror on the back of his bedroom door, he thought that if he went to a leather bar he would have no problem finding someone.
After a while he realized that something was missing. "Ah, the dog collar", he said. Taking it out of the bag he held it up to the light, causing a reflection on the steel D ring attached to the front. He was just about to put it on when he thought he heard a sound at his front door. "Hello?" he yelled, "Is anybody there?" Carefully, he opened the door only to find that he was still alone. He closed the door and went back inside, absentmindedly leaving it unlocked.
He stood before his reflection in the mirror. Holding up the collar before him, almost ritualistically, he slowly placed it around his neck. It took him a moment to fumble with the buckle but once it was in place he took a nice long look at himself. His head started buzzing, probably from the excitement he thought, as he gazed at this new image that stood before him. He usually suffered from a low self-esteem and never bothered to use the mirror except for making sure his underwear wasn't sticking out of his pants, but now he couldn't believe what he was seeing. As if looking at himself for the first time, he noticed that his small frame was actually packed pretty well. Not overly muscular yet not an ounce of fat on him. All the walking he did really paid off. His dirty blond hair in need of a trimming, perhaps a No1 like the skinheads he saw on the Internet.
Mike's eyes fell onto the collar now resting around his neck. He marveled at how perfect it looked on him. Like it belonged there. The D ring in the front pulling his eyes into it like a black hole. It was empty, it needed something. It needed a lead to be attached to it. He noticed for the first time that he looked good. Good enough for any of those skinheads on the net. He'd make a good boyfriend, he thought. No, that wasn't right. He'd make a good boy? No, he looked at the collar around his neck again and realized that he would make a good dog. The words echoed in his mind, "Good dog. You'd make a good dog." Mike recognized the voice; it was the man from the leather store. Mister something, why couldn't he remember the name? "You'd make somebody a good pet. Yes, you'll make a good dog. You will make your skinheadmaster a good dog. You are a good dog, aren't you?"
"Yes Master, I am a good dog", he found himself saying aloud. Master! That was it, that was the guy's name. Mike continued looking at his new self, happy that he finally discovered his true identity. He was a dog. It made perfect sense to him now, yet something seemed very wrong here. Dogs didn't wear clothes! He quickly removed his shirt, jeans and underwear. Staring at his figure totally naked except for the dog collar brought his unfulfilled erection back. He wanted desperately to grab hold of it and give himself some much-needed relief, but he knew it wasn't his place to. He held off as long as possible but the action in the shower proved to be too much as he lunged for his throbbing cock. Suddenly he looked at his hand and a thought interrupted his actions, dogs don't have hands, they have paws. His fingertips curled under, touching the edges of the palm of his hands, forming the image of a dog's paws. Which brought him to another thought, dogs don't walk on two feet. His body, of it's own accord, slowly dropped down to the floor until he was comfortably resting on all fours.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Who could that be? He knew it was somebody he wanted to see, but whom? He started to call out, "Who is it?" but the words stopped dead in his throat. Something inside him screamed, "Bad dog, you know dogs can't talk." But he had to find out who it was. Rebelliously he called out again, but this time he couldn't remember how the words were formed. He opened his mouth and a low wine escaped where the sentence should have been. It rose in intensity until it gathered some strength and gruffness and came out of his mouth as a full-fledged bark. The sound rang through his own ears as he heard it bounce off of the bedroom walls. It brought him a strong sense of comfort. This was his voice, this was his body, this was his destiny.
His head buzzed again and he blinked a few times. Where was he? He looked back into the mirror and wondered who the strange looking dog staring at him was. He barked at him and the dog barked back. He looked around the room and got scared because he didn't know where he was. He barked at the dog again and it just kept barking back at him. He decided to try another approach. He leaned forward to sniff the other dog and bumped his head into a cold flat surface. Funny, the other dog looked just as puzzled as he was. Just then he heard a knock at the door. It must be his Master, coming to claim him. He happily ran to the door and sat up, wanting to look presentable to his Master. Mike barked so his Master would know he was behind the big wooden thing that let you outside.
The door opened and in walked the guy from the leather store. He looked down at his new pet and smiled. He reached down to pet Mike on the head and scratched a little behind his ears. "Good dog. You are a good dog now, aren't you?" Mike barked out an agreement to his Master. "Yes boy, I know. You're Master is here to take you home." The skinhead looked around the tiny one room flat and said, "Not a bad place pup, but you won't miss it. I'll see to that." Mike nuzzled his Master's boots with his head, happy that his Master had come for him. He knelt down on one knee and looked into his new puppy's eyes. "What should I call you, boy? Huh? I know, how about Rex?" He chuckled to himself at the irony of it. "Okay, I'll call you Rex. Let's go home Rex."
There yer go puppies its 1 of the stories that's on my
groups.yahoo.com/group/gaydogs4life and got a few puppies barking and waggin their tails