Stud Dog

Theo S Bernard

The phone rang at five PM on Saturday night. Zac was in the middle of a boss combat with a cyborg who seemed immune to both electrical and corrosive damage. But the interruption broke his concentration, and he dodged the wrong way and ate a rocket. Well, great, he thought, as his digital corpse crashed to the floor of the battle arena. It was at least half an hour to get there from the nearest save point.

About this time, he remembered that his parents were out, and he should really answer the phone. He scrambled out of his gaming chair and rushed to the kitchen where the cordless phone peeped plaintively from its charger.

“This is Mrs Taylor. Is that you, Zachary?"

The old lady lived just down the road; she liked to use his full name which everyone else shortened to “Zac". She wore old-fashioned clothes, and kept her hedges neatly trimmed. None of that would have interested thirteen-year-old Zac, who preferred Borderlands to Bridge. But Mrs Taylor had assets which had made her a lot more interesting to the youngster: her two pedigree Saint Bernard dogs. He'd become well acquainted – intimately, in fact – with Gem, the young Saint bitch. He blushed a little just thinking about their last encounter. But so far, he'd never met Mrs Taylor's other Saint, a male called Arnie.

“Yes, Mrs Taylor!" He brought his thoughts back to the present.

“Just the person I wanted to speak to. I've got a minor emergency and I could use your help, if you're free!"

This could go several ways, he thought. Dog-sitting, for example. Or maybe her toilet was blocked. Hopefully, the former. It was worth the risk, and whatever the emergency, he ought to help out. He was a fair-minded sort of boy, and he did feel a small amount of guilt for letting the old lady's large and in-season bitch seduce him.

“Sure – what's up?"

“My niece is having a baby… expected, of course, but it wasn't due for a week yet. But she just told me she's off to the hospital, and for various reasons which I won't go into now, she really wants me to be there. But I haven't arranged anyone to look after the dogs. So I was really hoping you could dog-sit for me tonight!"

Zac grinned into the phone. Win!

“Sure – I'll be over in fifteen minutes!"

“Thank you so much! That's a load off my mind."

Zac threw on some tidy clothes (but not too fancy because he expected them to be covered in dog hair pretty soon), then wrote a quick note to explain his whereabouts: “Dog-sitting for Mrs Taylor. Back tomorrow morning." He grabbed some spare clothes, a book and his phone and was out the door within ten minutes.

When he knocked on Mrs Taylor's door, he noticed more whining than on previous visits, and he could hear a deeper tone to some of the whines. Mrs Taylor was wearing comfortable brown slacks and smelled of lavender and mothballs. She already had a small bag packed and waiting by the front door.

“So glad you could come over at short notice. You're a real life saver. I'm glad you weren't tied up with anything too important."

Zac regarded Borderlands as pretty important, but it would wait. Any chance to see the dogs again was much cooler than gaming.

Mrs Taylor ushered him into the kitchen, and Zac noticed that there were two large dog bowls on the bench already heaped with kibble. There was even a note under each one with the dog's name.

“I think you'd better stand there." Mrs Taylor pointed towards the widest part of the kitchen as she reached for the handle of the back door.

The door banged open under the combined force of two large bodies, and then there was a scrabbling and a blur of white as the dogs rushed past their owner and into the kitchen to check out the intruder. Zac recognised the sleek form and dappled colouring of Gem, and she recognised the boy, because she raced up to him with tail wagging. The other dog – Mrs Taylor's stud male – stopped in the middle of the kitchen and gave a deep bark. Zac had never met Arnie, and he tried to get a look at the new dog even as he fended off Gem's enthusiastic tongue. The male Saint Bernard was bigger and more solid than Gem, and the patches which masked his face were darker in colour. Zac caught sight of a large furry sheath hanging between his rear legs.

Arnie regarded the boy for a moment, and then decided that he must be OK, considering that Gem had welcomed him. He trotted over, and suddenly Zac was being poked by cold noses from both sides. He knelt down so as to give them a hug, and both Saint Bernards took the opportunity to press forward. Next thing Zac knew, he was on his back and two huge tongues were licking his face.

“Back, back!" cried Mrs Taylor in her command voice, but she relaxed when she saw that Zac was grinning. “Careful, dogs! That's no way to greet a guest!"

The two Saints sat down obediently – a testament to the old lady's training – and Zac scrambled to his feet. As predicted, dog hair now covered his clothes – not to mention the slobber all over his face. The canines watched him, their tails swishing with barely-contained enthusiasm.

“Right then! I think you will all get along fine now." Mrs Taylor was already turning towards the front door. “I'll be helping my niece out with the new baby once she gets out of the hospital – but I should be back tomorrow if all goes well. I'll give you a call in the morning to let you know."

“No problem!"

The dogs crowded forward again as the front door shut, and Zac hardly noticed the sound of the car driving away as he submitted happily to the attention of the large canines. He sat on the carpet in the lounge and relaxed under a fluffy avalanche of sniffing, licking and prodding. Pretty soon, he had one hand under each furry tummy, and he gave each a good belly rub even as he let his fingers explore. The fingers of one hand played with easy familiarity over the moist fold of Gem's vulva, and his cock stirred with memories of her slick depths. But his other fingers found a thick sheath, as full and soft as he'd imagined. A bulge at the base betrayed the male dog's excitement, and the boy marvelled at its weight and firmness. Further back, his fingers found two fuzzy balls, wonderfully heavy and deliciously suggestive of the stud's breeding prowess.

Zac pulled away with reluctance. He didn't want to rush things, and he was also a little nervous, since he hadn't met the big male before. After a few minutes, they got over their initial excitement, and he was able to stand up. He took the dogs out to the back yard, and went through his usual routine of tidying up and checking their water buckets were clean and full. Sure, he was guilty of improper thoughts about the old lady's dogs, but he was still a responsible lad, so he made sure that the chores were done before he relaxed. It was a fine evening, so he engaged the dogs in a few games of chase around the lawn. Soon they were all panting and very relaxed with each other's company, as if they had been friends for years. Then it was time for dinner, and both Saints were tucking into their bowls of kibble while Zac hunted through the pantry for eggs and bacon and bread. He managed to cook a half-decent omelette while the dogs watched and drooled on the floor.

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A strange snuffling sound drew Zac's attention away from the puzzle game he was playing on his phone. He'd been relaxing on the couch while the Saints gnawed on their post-dinner raw hide chew. Now he looked down to see an impressive site: Arnie was upside-down on the floor, his paws stretched out and his tail sweeping to-and-fro across the carpet. The huge male seemed to occupy much of the lounge floor. His inverted face wore a goofy grin, and he pawed at the air when the boy looked his way.

The invitation could not be ignored! Zac snapped a quick photo of the dog - for future reference - then put his phone away and knelt down to smooch the fluffy belly. Now he could get a really good look at the big male. He started with a thorough rub of the Saint's soft chest fur, but his hands were soon drawn down to that enticing sheath and balls. He'd never seen male dog parts up close before, and he stroked the big boy's cock through his sheath. His member felt hard and slick, but not really thick, at least not in its relaxed state. Zac knew that dogs had a bone in their penis, which was pretty strange when he tried to imagine it, but also fascinating.

Arnie pawed at the air a couple more times, then gave a contented sigh as the boy massaged his private parts. Encouraged, Zac stroked a finger delicately around the dark opening at the tip of the dog's sheath, then eased the sheath back a bit so that he could touch the tip of the dog's cock.

The giant dog felt so soft under his hands. Clothes were too restrictive. He took off his T-shirt, hesitated, the off came his shorts as well. The Saint was still upside-down and looking at him with a drooly grin. Zac lay down beside Arnie and pressed himself against the big dog. Soft, warm fur against the length of his body… it felt wonderful. He kissed the dog's face, and the smell of dog filled his nose. It was a strong smell, not rank, but earthy. At one time, he would have thought it was unpleasant, but now he was used to it. It was even a bit arousing.

Arnie rolled a towards him, and, on an impulse, the boy climbed up so that he straddled the big dog. With one leg either side of the Saint's belly, he bent forward to caress Arnie's chest fur. He closed his eyes and rubbed himself against the big dog, lush fur pressed against smooth skin, against his thighs, his balls, his cock. It was sensual and super erotic, and he realised that he was rock hard. He reached back between the dogs hind legs, and ran his fingers over those magnificent balls again.

All of a sudden, Zac was aware of the nature of his desire and fascination: What would it feel like to be mounted, to be penetrated by that beautiful, slick dog cock? He'd never thought about that before. Why would the thought excite him? He was a male; he liked females, right? But still, he eased himself back until he could feel the big dog's sheath pressed against his butt crack. He felt a thrill of anticipation at the soft touch against his sensitive skin.

The dog was huge, muscular, virile… Suddenly the boy glimpsed the nature of male and female for the first time. Of course, he knew the biological facts of sperm and egg. He'd even embodied the male role in his sexual exploits with Gem. But now, with his naked skin pressed against this magnificent specimen of the male sex, perhaps he'd glimpsed part of the female perspective: the attraction to a suitable male, the desire to be filled and… fertilised. It was a strange and interesting thought. For a moment, he thought he felt submissive to the dog's maleness. But no, that wasn't it. Sure, he wanted that cock inside him, but it was his choice, his need. The male was there to serve him, to provide the seed. Now he could see the intertwined threads of sexuality, of male and female, the cycle of rebirth, and it was all way more complex than he'd imagined.

Arnie gave a contented sigh, and the boy fingered the tip of his own throbbing cock, which was oozing some precum in response to his fantasies. Well, he wasn't a bitch in season, so it was all an idle fantasy anyway. At that moment there was a little “Wuff", and he realised that Jem was standing over him, her tail high and wagging seductively. When she saw him turn, she raised her foreleg and pawed at his arm. Was she jealous? Her meaning was obvious, and with a rush the boy felt himself swing back to being the male, the stud dog.

Zac stood up. Immediately, the bitch's tongue found his crotch, and his cock was wrapped in her rough tongue. He grasped her shoulders and caressed her neck as she covered his hard member in slickness. It was too much; he couldn't stop, he had to have more of her. He pulled himself away from her tongue, and gently but firmly pushed her shoulder. She spun around; she knew what she wanted and what he wanted. Then she was in front of him, her tail already raised, and there was her dark canine vulva, and he was crouching and guiding his cock with one hand, and then he was sliding deep into her warm slick depths.

He was experienced now, and confident as he wrapped his arms, his forepaws around her waist, and thrust upwards and forwards, easing out and then pressing eagerly back in. With every stroke, her vulva slid over the length of his shaft until he was buried inside her, and his naked skin pressed tight against the soft fur of her rump. He ran his hands over her belly, her twin rows of nipples. He grasped the warm bulk of her midriff. The muscles of her vagina pulsed around his cock with every thrust, (clamping down on his sensitive, swelling knot, locking him inside her, if only he had a canine cock). He could feel the pressure of his desire rising quickly. He didn't want to cum so soon, but he didn't know if he could stop as he thrust rhythmically and strongly into her.

But then she tensed, and leaped forward with an excited bark, her desire satisfied for the moment. Zac's head was spinning and his legs were burning from crouching at her height. He collapsed to his knees, the air cool against his wet cock.

There was a pressure against his shoulder. Heavy, furred, somehow insistent. A warm canine body. It wasn't Jem.

A paw against his side, hot breath on his neck. A gentle but insistent demand. He had the power, he could stop, he could stand up. But how could he say “no" to this perfect specimen of a stud male? His noble Saint Bernard face, his muscular proportions, his strength, his calm confidence. Now Zac saw all of that, everything that was desirable in the dog, channelled through the dog's heavy balls, his slick cock, his virile seed. Zac wanted that inside him.

A more rational part of him was trying to say that this was a really bad idea, that who knows what might happen. Was it even safe? But rational arguments were being washed away by desire as quickly as they arose, and he leaned forward, kneeling on all fours. Arnie mounted him immediately, and his whole body surged with excitement as he felt the warmth and weight of the huge dog on his back. Massive forelegs clamped around his waist and gripped him with prodigious strength – just as he had previously clamped the bitch tightly while he mated her.

And then the dog was pressing forward with his hindquarters, and Zac felt a soft sheath against his butt again, and then – a hard and pointed cock probing for an entrance. Zac almost lost his nerve right then. This is crazy, a part of him thought. Why would I even want this? But he did want it, and desire and endorphins triumphed over caution. He needed that cock inside him, and there was only one option. He adjusted his position a bit, felt a splash of the dog's precum against his crack, and then the male's probing cock found the boy's waiting hole.

Zac wasn't expecting the enthusiasm of the dog's first thrust, and he felt a burst of pain as the dog's cock was rammed deep inside him. But the pain only lasted a moment, and then he marvelled at just how slick the dog's cock felt. And then the stud dog was holding him tight and pounding into him again and again, and Zac pressed back against the huge dog, taking every bit of his cock.

He realised that Arnie's cock wasn't quite so thin any more. In fact, it felt like there was a boulder growing inside him. He remembered the knot, how male dogs got locked inside females. Just how large was that knot? Maybe he shouldn't…

But it was already too late. Arnie's knot was well inside his sphincter, and there was no way it was coming out again.

Panic almost overwhelmed him. It was too big; he couldn't handle it; he had to get it out! But he knew that wouldn't happen, not without a lot of damage. But the dog's thrusts had slowed, and even though that huge knot was stretching his insides in ways he'd never thought possible, it wasn't actually too painful. Maybe he could handle it.

And now the dog was gasping, and he felt hot breath against his neck and the dog's muscles clenched rhythmically and his tail flagged as his cum jetted into Zac. He reached back and pulled the big male tightly against him, and now the pain faded and the huge pulsing cock inside him felt incredible. He was being mated by a stud dog. Instinctively, he clenched his anal sphincter muscles around the Saint's knot, locking him inside (although there was zero chance of him slipping out anyway). To be desired, to be bred, by such a gorgeous, sexy dog: it felt amazing. They were locked together as the Saint's cum jetted into him, and the big dog's warm fur pressed against his back and his butt.

Zac's cock was rock hard. He was desperate for release, but he didn't want to spray cum all over the carpet. His shirt was just within reach, so he spread it strategically beneath him. At last he could wrap his fingers around his aching member and stroke back and forth. He knew (from experience) that bitches had strong orgasms. If he were really a stud bitch, he'd be in orgasmic bliss right now as the huge male filled him. He tried to imagine how that might feel. As he stroked his cock, he noticed a different sensation than he was used to – a much deeper tingling from where the Saint's huge knot pressed into his prostate. The intense sensation bought him to a climax in a few seconds, and his cum burst out and splashed down from his cock.

Arnie moved restlessly from one paw to another, and then started to climb off the boy's back. Zac remembered how dogs usually turned around after mating. He didn't have much chance of stopping the giant dog, so he tried to hold him close as he helped him to get his back leg over Zac's back. The dog seemed perfectly comfortable there, standing with his butt pressed against Zac and his tail over Zac's back. He could feel the big dog's muscles still clenching and releasing as more canine seed trickled into him. It felt amazing. He tried to remember how long dogs usually stayed tied for.

Cum oozed as his cock shrank back to normal size. Zac knelt in a warm daze, the after-glow of his orgasm tempered only slightly by the ache of his knees.

A car passed on the street, slowed, then parked in a driveway. Close, could be next door. The sound of footsteps finally penetrated his happy daze, and at the sound of a key turning in the front door, his bliss was swept away by panic. But it was far too late to do anything.

Gem gave a happy bark and raced to the door as if nothing untoward was going on. Arnie shifted from one foot to the other, and his tail swished from side to side even as he pulsed some more cum from the renewed stimulation on his knot. Zac clung to the big dog with both hands as he tried to sink into the floor. The huge knot pulling out was the only thing which seemed worse than getting caught. But the big dog seemed content to stand still, and there was really no option of letting him pull out and trying to get decent.

What was Mrs Taylor doing back so soon? Perhaps she would go to the bedroom and wouldn't notice? But that was stupid. Of course she would come into the lounge. Footsteps approached.

“Zachary? It turned out to be a false alarm, so we were sent home again and…. OH!"

The old lady's eyes widened with surprise as she took in the scene: The naked boy, cock still dripping, and the huge male dog in a position which any dog breeder would immediately recognise. Zac thought he would die from shame, not to mention terror of what would happen when everyone found out. “I.. I'm sorry..." he stammered, as tears stung his cheeks.

But the old lady recovered her composure quickly.

“Are you OK down there?" Her tone was business-like.

“I'm fine. But I didn't mean to… I mean… I..." Zac couldn't think of anything to say which would make the situation better.

The old lady's face contorted, then she burst out laughing, to the boy's complete surprise. It took a few moments before she could speak again.

“Well, I must say, I really wasn't expecting to see something like that when I got home. If you're really OK, I'll just leave you alone for a bit. I'll be out the back if you need… help, or anything."

Mrs Taylor strode out without waiting for any reply, and Gem ambled after her. Zac and the stud Saint were left alone. The big dog stood quietly, and Zac shifted and tried to ease the pressure on his knees. The giant cock still felt incredible inside him, but thoughts swirled around and around in his head. She hadn't called the police immediately, so that was something. But what else would she do? Would she tell his parents? It was too awful to consider.

So the boy was forced to kneel there and contemplate his fate for another ten minutes, and it felt like hours. Finally, the huge knot started to shrink inside him. He held the dog in place, not wanting to stretch his poor tortured sphincter any more than necessary. At last the dog slipped out of him, and it was lucky that his old shirt was still positioned beneath him to catch the rush of watery dog cum. He eased himself up and stretched his stiff legs as Arnie lay down to lick himself clean. Now feeling deflated, tired and scared, Zac dried himself as best he could with the shirt, and pulled his pants back on, along with his spare clean shirt.

Mrs Taylor must have been surreptitiously listening from the kitchen, and she looked quickly around the corner to check that he was decent.

“Now." she said. “I've made cocoa, and I think we need a little chat."

Zac pulled out a chair and sat down – rather gingerly – at the kitchen table. He couldn't look at the old lady, so he started at the steaming cup in front of him instead. It was real cocoa, boiled up with milk and sugar in a saucepan. He took a sip.

“I can see why the dogs like you so much." Mrs Taylor began in an off-hand kind of way. “Hmm. I suppose you're… shall we say 'acquainted'… with Gem as well?" Her tone was neutral.

“I..." Zac couldn't deny it. “Yes." was all he could manage, his voice quiet. He swallowed. “Are you going to tell anyone? Do you think I'm a pervert?" He looked down as tears of shame filled his eyes again.

“No!" Mrs Taylor's voice sounded kind all of a sudden. “Well yes, but that's not such a terrible thing." She reached across the table and grasped his hand, and her skin felt dry and smooth against his. “I'll let you in on a secret. I'm a bit past it now, but… well, there were plenty of times when I was younger, and my late husband was away… let's just say I helped keep quite a few of my boys happy over the years."

Zac felt a surge of hope replace his despair. “Really? You?"

“What?" she chided. “Did you think people from my generation were always upright and proper? Maybe we could teach you a thing or two!"

“Anyway," she continued, “This can be our little secret. I'm not going to tell anyone about you, and you're not going to tell anyone about me, OK?"

Relief flooded through Zac. Maybe his life wasn't over, after all.

“But is it really OK?" he asked.

“You mean morally?" she waved a dismissive hand. “That's all a load of rubbish. Nobody is harmed and the dogs love it, so what's the problem?"

But then her voice took on a more serious note. “But fooling around with someone else's dogs, without permission… well, that's not such a nice thing to do. I mean, there are practical considerations – for example, what if I'd been planning to breed Arnie with a bitch tomorrow? Or what if one of them had a medical condition that you didn't know about?"

Zac looked down at the table again. “Sorry. I didn't mean to… It's just that Gem was being so sweet and… flirty while she was in season. I didn't really think too much about it. I just couldn't resist. That's how it started. And… I mean, I couldn't ask you, after all."

Mrs Taylor rolled her eyes, but she was grinning. “Boys will be boys, I suppose! Just… try to think about the consequences in the future, OK?"

Zac nodded. The future was another matter altogether. He doubted whether he'd ever see the dogs again.

Mrs Taylor noticed his crestfallen look.

“Don't worry. The dogs like you so I'm not going to argue. And even gorgeous studs like Arnie don't get to breed very often. I think it would be very good for him to get some practice in and relieve some tension from time to time, if you're still interested. You could make yourself useful!"

“Really?" Things were looking a lot better than they had half an hour earlier.

“Sure. But as for Gem… well, we'll have to see."

Zac finished the last of his cocoa. He was sore, and sticky, and now that the terror of being caught had faded, he also felt very tired. He stifled a yawn.

Mrs Taylor was watching him with a kindly gaze.

“You'll need a shower. And it's a bit late to go home now, so you're welcome to stay the night."

The boy nodded. “Thanks," he said, as he stood up and headed for the bathroom. He felt like his world had been smashed and then put back together again, and now it was not quite the same. He wasn't the only person who had a sexual interest in the big dogs… it was an intriguing thought. Things would be a lot more complicated around Mrs Taylor now, but overall it had worked out pretty well, really.