Good Boy

by Daniel Guy

Andy is twenty-six and a bit stressed about his life and his girlfriends and his uninspiring job, so he takes a drive out to a local beauty spot, walks up a woodland path to the top of a hill, stands on a ridge in the late afternoon sunshine and stares out over a very pleasant lush green valley.  This lean, good-looking, bright young man leans against a tree and lights a spliff. 

The blissful peace is interrupted by a sound close by of leaves rustling.  He looks round.  A golden Labrador, young and full of life, appears through the bushes and then scampers over. Andy smiles, leans down to stroke it, watches as it sniffs his jeans. Then from the woodland behind him he hears a woman calling out, 'Boris!' 

Recognising its owner's voice, the Labrador freezes for a moment and then barks back as if to say - I'm here, look what I've found! Moments later a woman appears along the path, carrying a silver chain dog lead.  She's tall, mature, and her elegant outdoor wear includes black leather boots and jacket.  She sees her dog Boris, then looks up at the youth.

'There you are! Good boy. Good boy!'

Andy smiles but feels a little embarrassed, looks back at her, waiting for a moment to offer a polite hello. 

'Good little doggie, have you been enjoying the sunshine?'

Boris stays at Andy's feet.  It looks back at the woman and wags its tail contentedly. 

'Good boy. Aren't you a handsome boy! Yes, you are. You're a handsome doggie!'

Andy can't work out why the woman is staring at him and not at the dog. Boris barks. The woman takes a few steps closer and says, 'Sit!'

Boris sits and without thinking Andy sits down as well, on a clump of grass beside the tree. 

'Good boy. Clever boy. What an obedient little doggie you are! Yes, my little doggie, you do just what mummy tells you, don't you, yes....'

Still the women stares at Andy.  She holds out the thick leather collar attached to the lead, but it looks far too large a collar for the young Labrador. Andy has an erection. This is confusing him too. 

'Come on, my lovely doggie, time to come home to mummy.' 

The dog leaps up and scampers over to the woman and then sits obediently at her feet, its tail still wagging with contentment. 

The woman glances at the dog but keeps looking over to Andy with great interest. 

'Good boy. You want to come home with mummy? Yes, you do, my lovely little doggie!'

She stares directly at Andy one final time and says,

'Come on little doggie. Time to come home with mummy..'

She turns and starts to walk away slowly, the dog walking close beside her. She holds the leash at her side, dropping the collar onto the ground so it trails in the grass behind her. 

Andy is in a dream. His body is in a sweat. That collar, he decides, is for him. He’s breathless and his cock is hard. He feels compelled to follow her.  He watches her as she walks back along the path until she is finally out of sight.  He waits a few seconds. His mouth is very dry. He gets up, wanders off slowly, leaving the sun to set on its own.  He sees her up ahead. She is heading back to the car park. He stays out of sight, watches as she makes her way to an expensive Mercedes. Boris hops obedient into the back seat.  Andy walks nonchalantly back to his own car.  As he gets in he glances over and sees her turning out into the road. He follows her home. 

After twenty minutes, the Mercedes pulls up in the driveway and as soon as the door is opened, Boris leaps out and races in through the back door of Ashridge Manor, a large Victorian English country manor house owned by a wealthy Russian banker called Victor.  Boris scampers through the house, down to the basement and into kitchen, to drink water from his silver bowl on the floor by the sink. Then he races back up the stairs to the first floor and pushes open the door to Victor's office.  Victor stands at the window. Boris runs over and barks cheerfully around Victor's ankles. Victor leans down and gives the dog an affectionate pat on the head, then walks over to his door. He calls out.

'Katarina?'

Katarina is walking in through the back door.  She begins to take off her muddy black boots. 

'Just a minute.' 

She finds her husband in his office upstairs a few moments later. 

'It's a beautiful afternoon, Victor. You should have come with us.

Boris and I went through the woods and it was lovely.'

Victor turns to his wife.

'There's a car pulled up at the end of the driveway. Do you know who it might be?'

Katarina joins him at the window. 

'Ah,' she says, recognising the car, 'I think I've picked up a stray. It's all right. I'll see to him.'

As she leaves the office she says,

'Oh, and what time shall we eat this evening - eight?'

'Yes. That’s fine.'

'Good. I'll tell the cook.'

Katarina goes to the back door and waits. Boris follows her. 

After a few moments Andy appears. He is walking slowly towards the house and when he sees her in the doorway, he stares at her and freezes. 

'Good boy! Good little doggie! You want to come in? Eh? You come to mummy, then, come on boy. Come on..'

She gestures for Andy to approach. He’s timid. She calls him gently and eventually he walks over. She points at the ground.

'Kneel.'

Without thinking he kneels down at her feet and lowers his head. 

'Good boy.'

She fastens the leather collar around his neck. 

'Good boy. From now on you are going to be my obedient doggie. You will walk like a dog and like a dog you will obey me and adore me. From now on you must think like a dog. If you do that, then everything will be easy for you from now on. It will also be very horny. Now you need to get out of those clothes. Go down to the basement. Follow Boris. He will show you where you will stay and where you will be fed.  You will stay there little doggie until I am ready to get you.'

She turns to Boris.

'Boris, show doggie where the basement is. Go on.'

She turns and walks back into the house, leaving Andy to crawl on his knees behind the dog, down to the basement. 

Later, as a servant clears away the dishes from the evening meal, Victor sips the last of the wine, while Katarina sits beside him, smoking a cigarette. She wears a short leather skirt and corset. Her jet-black hair is tied back tight into a ball and her lips are red and pouting. 

'I love coming out here at weekends, Victor. It's so peaceful around here.'

'Yes,' he replies. 'Very peaceful.'

Victor reaches over to a plate of chocolate-coated figs and takes one. Boris sits up and watches Victor intensely. Victor smiles.

'Sit.' 

Boris sits. Victor points at Boris.

'Stay.'

He places the chocolate fig on the carpet. Boris stares at the chocolate. His tongue wags. His tail wags.  He waits obediently. 

Katarina watches.

'Oh and by the way - you know I said I'd picked up a stray this afternoon...'

'Oh yes? What's he like?'

'I think you will like him. I think he could be fun. Do you want to see him? Shall I fetch him now?'

Victor looks up and sees her smiling at him. 

'Sure. Why not?'

‘It will take a while for me to get him ready, shall we meet you in the bedroom?’

‘What a good idea,’ says Victor and as he gets to his feet, Boris leaps forward and scoffs the chocolate fig. 

Andy crawls slowly up the stairs on his hand and knees. In front of him is Katarina, pulling at his lead. He is naked. She'd just made him eat dog food from a bowl in the kitchen. He had also allowed her to insert a black rubber doggie tail butt plug into his ass and though it was painful at first, it also felt very horny.  A thick red ball gag fills his mouth and he is starting to drool. He has allowed this all to happen because he is thinking like a dog. 

They walk slowly together along the corridor to the bedroom. 

She opens the door. The bedroom is huge and at one end is a huge bed, draped with red satin. Sitting on the edge of the bed, naked is Victor. Katarina unclips the leash.

'Wait there doggie.'

She walks on into the bedroom and sits on the bed beside her husband.

'Ah,' says Victor, 'A young English hound! Well done!'

Katarina calls over to Andy.

'Here, doggie.'

While Andy is slowly crawling over she takes off her shoes.  He crouches on his knees at her feet and she takes off his ball gag. 

'Lick my toes, doggie.'

Without thinking, Andy crouches down. Her toes, exquisitely manicured, with nails painted very light blue, are for Andy a joy to kiss and to caress gently with his tongue. 

Victor watches the pale lean body crouched down at his wife's feet. He reaches between his legs and unbuttons his fly. Katarina watches him and smiles. She turns back to Andy and pats him affectionately on the head.

'Good boy. Good boy. Now look up.'

Andy lifts his head. 

'Open your mouth little doggie, and let your tongue hang out a bit, like a doggie.'

Andy opens his mouth and his tongue sits flat on his lower lip. His eyes are glazed. His head is empty and he is feeling blissful and horny.

'Now go see what Daddy has got for you.'

Andy turns lifts and sees the cock, stiff and red. He crawls over. He kneels between Victor's legs and lowers his head. For a moment he's not sure. For a moment he thinks like a human being. He stares down at the carpet. 

'Suck it, doggie. Suck it, doggie. Go on. Go on.' 

Andy feels and hand gripping the hair on the top of his head. His head is lifted. His mouth opens wide. His tongue is out. Once again he is thinking like a dog. He moves forward and takes the cock in his mouth. Katarina gets up and walks over to the table where the cocaine is lined up, ready to be consumed.

'Good little doggie,' she says. ‘I think we're going to have some fun tonight.'

'Yes,' says Victor. 'Good boy…. good boy.... good boy.'

Daniel Guy                                                                             March 2014