Tails of Marcus

Tails of Marcus, part 1-3, 4

Parts 1-3 are summaries of Marcus' appearances in "Officer Sven". I've started with Marcus' appearance in those stories so those wanting just Marcus' story don't have to read about Officer Sven, although I'm "footnoting" that character out with Part 4.

Part 4 is all new; for those that read the Officer Sven series, jump to Part 4, and start.

PART 1

I looked down at the foot of the bed to the boy sleeping there.

I was in a mood last night.

Now, I'm not a gay man's stereotypical dream. I'm the shade of white that is untanned, shorter than many men at 5'9", with a slight carbo gut, and a face that's somewhere between cute and handsome. I'm 37, and don't care.

I cruised the college campus. Men who know me know I must have been in a mood to do that. I'm not really into college men, either.

I don't really get into boys who run at the sight of a leather jock strap. I rarely find a college boy that isn't skittish, and I wasn't expecting to find one last night.

I was in a mood and thought I'd just scope out the eye candy.

I spotted Marcus.

Football, defensive line.

Yes, I am psychic.

Marcus had dark brown hair, a beefy build at about 6-foot tall, a strikingly handsome face, and clothes that were just a bit too small for him, but showed off his build.

He was sitting on the steps outside his dorm, in T-shirt and shorts, looking like he was pouting.

I pulled over to offer a sympathetic ear.

"Anything wrong, college man?"

Marcus looked up at me and said, "My girlfriend stood me up. I haven't had sex for a whole month and I'm horny."

He stuck his crotch out and showed his boner to prove his point.

"I don't think I can help you with that unless yer willin' to have sex with a man," I said, ready to press on the gas pedal.

"Yer shittin' me," he started laughing.

"Nope, and I won't shit on you either. I'm not into that."

The tone in my voice told him I was serious and he stopped laughing.

He looked around and up at the few windows that could see the steps.

He got in the truck.

I was on the money about his sports activities, and he was also a wrestler.

He was beefy and had a hot, hairy chest, and hairy ass, legs, arms, the works.

His hair wasn't coarse and rough; it was like fur.

On the trip back to my house, he talked about his girlfriend, and her holding out on him, his experimenting with guys in high school (circle jerks...ooooo, what an experiment).

I'm not stupid. He's a jock. A college jock. He's trying to push himself off on me as having a virgin ass.

I turn off the truck and look him right in the eye.

"Marcus, I'm not a girl. I could not care less if yer ass is virgin or fucked a thousand times. Last chance to back out, boy."

"I've been fucked once, " he swallowed his statement.

I've been accused by some men of being too upfront with my comments about sex and what I want. But I've found it avoids confusion when I'm trying to get up the ass of another top man.

Marcus followed me into my house.

It's a rather modest looking house from the outside.

But I don't need an attractive house, outside.

Inside, it's all decorated by me.

"Do you have a dungeon?" Marcus asked me as he stepped in the front door.

I ignored the question, for the moment.

"Strip," I commanded.

On the trip here, Marcus talked about his girlfriend, and I talked about some of what we'd be doing.

Once naked, I said, "Follow me", and like an obedient puppy, Marcus did.

Marcus has a distinctive drawl in his deep, bass voice.

I'm a sucker for a hairy man with a deep voice.

So when I dropped to my knees and wrapped my lips around Marcus' 5-inch pecker, I could hear the surprise on his face.

I felt furry thighs on each side of my face as I deep throated the football cock.

Obviously, Marcus' girlfriend wasn't scared of his size.

Make no mistake, I'm not a size queen. Big or small, I'll suck them all. Just 2 requirements: they're clean and they're clean.

When I sensed Marcus was close, I pulled off, and stepped behind him, gently but obviously pushing him to his knees.

My crotch and cock were right behind his head, and in front of him, the naked man could see his reflection in a large mirror.

"How many cocks have you sucked, Marcus?" I asked.

"None, sir," he said, looking in the mirror to see me pulling my 6.5 cut thick throbber from my jeans.

I looked down.

"You've been fucked once, but never sucked cock?"

"Right, sir. My cousin Aldo got drunk in high school and we were messin' around in the barn. He said he'd suck me off if I'd let him fuck me. I was drunk, too, so I didn't really think about it, but that a blow job was supposed to feel good."

"And?"

"And that's why I've only been fucked once. Hurt like hell. All he did was spit on his dick, then jammed it in. I walked a little odd for a couple of days. But Aldo did blow me good."

Precum ran down his cheek where my leaking prick rested against his head.

He licked his lips, accidentally tasting my man nectar.

He swished it around in his mouth like wine.

"Oh, FUCK, that's awesome!" and he turned his head to take my prick in his mouth.

I put a palm on his forehead and held his jock mouth at bay but let his tongue snake toward my stiff pisser.

"Please, sir, let me suck it," he begged.

I chuckled to myself.

Here was a big, beefy college football jock who could easily force that hand off his head, but was instead beggin' for his first cock down his throat.

"You asked about a dungeon earlier, boy?" I reminded him.

"Yes, sir," he said, his tongue still shooting out, trying to get another sampling of dick juice.

"Ever been tied up, boy?" I asked.

"No, sir, but if you let me suck yer cock, you can tie me up."

"And, boy?"

"And anything else you want, sir. Please let me have more, please?"

He looked like a begging puppy, a very macho, manly puppy, but a puppy.

"Good dog," I said, removing my hand from his forehead. I don't think he heard it as he gobbled down my pecker.

"No teeth," I said, reaching on top of the chest of drawers for a collar, which I slipped around his neck as he sucked me. He offered no resistance, but would bob his head up and down on my dick to get some more precum out, then come up to the top and suckle precum from my cock. This boy must know something about wine because he's treating my cock like there's a cork in it and his mouth's suction is the corkscrew.

By the time Marcus was on the bed, I'd slipped leather restraints around his wrists and ankles.

I had Marcus on all 4s and his wrists padlocked to my iron frame bed before I pulled my cock from his hoover-mouth.

"Welcome to my dungeon, Marcus," I grinned.

I moved to his backside, where I looked at his hot, hairy ass, 2 mounds covered by soft fur that thickened as it grew toward this college boy's pucker.

"So yer fuckin' cousin gave you a rough fuck, huh?"

"Yes, sir," he purred as I petted that furry ass, grazing my fingers over his pucker.

I spread the furry butt cheeks and saw what I liked.

The boy must have washed after a game. His hole was clean and flexing, as if begging to be filled.

I leaned in and lapped the tip of my tongue over his college shitter.

"Oh, fuck!"

"Don't cum, boy," I commanded.

"You do that again, and I won't have a choice, sir. Oh fuck, that was intense."

I reached into my nightstand for my leather straps.

Marcus' hairy nuts hung right before me, and they were drawn up into the stud, so I popped them down and tied them back from his body; that would keep his cum somewhat under control, and at least long enough for me to have my fun.

I lapped at his hole again, and felt his hips thrust obscenely in the air, as if his dick was begging for the friction of another hole.

Marcus alternated between moans and purrs as I ate his hairy ass, driving my tongue deep in his steamy slit as a skilled hand milked his college cock.

After a few minutes, Marcus was pushing his ass back on my face and I inserted the middle right finger in his hole, lubed with my spit. I continued to drool on the digit, substituting the finger for my tongue and leaning back to watch this macho boy fuck himself on my finger. I don't think he noticed when I added a second.

I pulled the fingers out to their tips and Marcus backed up until his restraints were maxed out for distance and my fingers were lightly grazing his boy hole.

"Please, sir, put that finger back in," he whined.

"That was 2 fingers, boy."

"Put them back in, please. Oh, God, I need those in my ass. I feel empty. Please." I heard near sobbing.

I'd been lubing my cock during the finger fuck, and so when I mounted the boy, it slipped in as I reached under the boy's chest and pinched each tit with my hands.

The mirror on the headboard let me see his eyes pop from his head.

"OH

"FUCK!"

I shoved all the way in and let it rest there while he physically and mentally adjusted.

His nipples were rock hard and after a bit, I felt his ass push back on my cock, trying to get more cock deeper.

I rode Marcus for at least 15 minutes, listening to him beg for more, harder, deeper and rougher.

When I was ready to cum, I pulled out and flipped Marcus on his back.

I hosed his beefy, hairy bod down, forehead to crotch.

He flicked his tongue out to catch a ropey strand as it flew across his face, like the lash of a semen whip.

I reached for a butt plug and shoved it up the boy's hole, then started massaging the cum into his hair and skin as I let him suckle the juices from my dick.

His own pecker stood rock hard and I let it remain that way.

"More, please, sir," he sighed.

"Time for bed, boy. You can curl up on the end of the bed and suck my feet during the night."

"Thank you, sir."

PART 2

I let go of the shirt and headed to the bedroom. There was no way Marcus would have slept through my argument with Sven, and Marcus would be needed to show Officer Sven what he didn't know he needed.

I talked with Marcus a while, had him get back into a "sleeping" position, then waited.

Sven was over-thinking the situation, which I surmised was the reason he couldn't articulate his needs, or desires.

He was using military tactics for sex.

"Officer, come in the bedroom."

He appeared in the doorway, naked, standing tall and proud.

Then I saw the real reason for his wait.

He'd sprouted a hard on and probably wanted it to go down before coming to the room.

The stiff prick was 8.5 inches of hard man flesh, wanting something that its owner didn't want to realize.

A tear trickled down his left cheek.

"I don't know what I want, sir. Help me," he begged.

I moved to reveal Marcus again, who lay obediently still.

"This is Marcus, last night's college football fuck. Come over and spread his hairy ass cheeks, Officer," I commanded.

Sven stepped forward and very tentatively touched Marcus' hairy, taut butt cheeks.

"Is that how you touch women?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"No, sir, but that's a guy's ass," Sven said, but adjusted his grip anyway.

"Spread those cheeks. Look at his hole," I instructed.

Sven spread the defensive ends undefended end, revealing the athlete's pucker, but not noticing and probably not knowing what the dregs of dried cum were.

The rosy hole sang to Sven and his already hard prick popped harder and I saw precum start to drool from his policeman penis.

"You like, boy?"

"Yes, sir." He paused, unsure of what he was to do.

"You eat pussy, boy?" I asked again, knowing the answer.

"Yes, sir!" He almost sounded like an enthusiastic military man again.

"Eat it. I cleaned it out for my pleasure last night," I purred in Sven's ear. "He likes to have his ass eaten."

Sven leaned down, but I grabbed his neck. It took both hands. He had a thick, very muscled neck.

"That'll throw yer back out, boy. Get on yer knees."

As he did, he got a glance of himself in the mirrors in my bedroom, especially the large one covering a lot of wall.

His glance turned into a stare as he realized he was naked, hard, looking at himself preparing to eat a college man's ass, an ass attached to another naked man on my bed, while a man fully clothed was watching. That clothed man would be me.

"Eat, boy. None of us has all day."

"Yes, sir."

Delay was in his eyes as he stuck out his tongue, then slowly moved his head toward the hole.

I pushed the back of his head into Marcus' hole. I really didn't have all day, especially for a straight fuck, both literally and figuratively.

He slowly started lapping at the hole, then with liking.

"Eat my shitter, cop man," Marcus howled. "Eat that ass!"

I was really enjoying this, much more than I should. Officer Sven was eating a man's shithole, filled and coated with my cum.

After a couple of minutes, Marcus was using part of my vocabulary from last night, calling Sven a "shit eater", "butt muncher" and "ass pirate".

Sven wasn't even blinking. He was slurping and sucking on Marcus' hot hole, trying to pry the hairy butt cheeks farther apart to get more access.

Marcus rolled from his side to his back, hiking his own legs in the air but Marcus had more control than I'd credit most college men for having. Marcus' cock was limp, as I'd instructed.

It leaned over his nuts and rested on Sven's forehead, leaking a clear coat of precum.

Sven nudged Marcus' hairy nuts out of the way to get Marcus' hole.

A thought entered my head. I wondered if Sven had eaten cummed pussy. I wondered how many straight men had eaten a stranger's cum from a whore hole.

I chuckled, silently, at the thought. Sven had taken to eating ass like a dominatrix to leather.

Sven's forehead was shiny from the precum when I finally pulled his face from Marcus' hot ass.

"Pace yerself, boy," I beckoned. "Slip a finger in there."

Marcus had control, but when Sven jabbed his middle, right finger up Marcus' ass, the college man's dick went hard.

The tightness of the campus man's sphincter combined with the rigid pole mesmerized Sven.

"That's tighter than pussy," Sven stammered.

"Yes, it is, boy. Doggie, show him more."

Marcus tightened that hole even more, and Sven tried pulling his finger free, eventually doing so, but not quickly.

"Want to suck his cock, boy?"

That question turned out to be a mistake.

"I'm no cocksucker," Sven said, forgetting the sir, and totally taking his hands off Marcus.

"You're a nasty man," he sneered, rushing to get dressed.

"You forgot the `sir', boy," I sneered back.

He got right in my face, leaning down into me. I'm sure on other men, they would have leaned back, but not I.

We butted heads, and he held ground, as did I.

Before he could speak, I said, "Notice how I'm still not interested?"

Then I licked his face.

I grabbed his crotch.

"For a straight man, yer awfully damn hard, Officer Sven," I teased.

"Fuck you," he whined, and grabbed my throat.

"Doing this to keep yerself hard? This what you do when yer women aren't any good?" I'll admit his grip was giving me breathing problems, but I wasn't the man in the house with sex issues.

He should buy looser pants.

He was still trying to get his fly up after he let me go and steadily headed for the door.

"When you're ready for more man shitters, let me know," I hollered after him, just as I heard the front door open.

It closed without further comment.

"Sorry that didn't work out, sir," Marcus said, walking out of the bedroom, clothed.

"It worked out fine, doggie," I said. "As I told you before he got in there, the cameras behind the mirrors were working.

"He'll be back, whether he wants to or not."

"Can I get a copy of the tape?" the college football player asked, licking the back of my neck.

"Sure, doggie," I said, reaching behind me and feeling his neck. The collar was still there. The nameplate was blank as it should be.

"You sure you want to be my dog, Marcus?" I asked, using a serious tone. Agreeing to be a man's dog was not a commitment to make lightly.

"Yes, sir," he said, kneeling, then bowing his head.

"Okay. Take the collar, and have your name engraved on it," I ordered. "Come back tonight and before you leave this morning, I'll give you a copy of the contract to look over. We'll discuss final details about what this all means when you come back tonight."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir," he said, still kneeling.

I put my hand under his chin, and lifted so his eyes could meet mine. "Be sure this is what you want to do, Marcus. Stand."

"So when will the officer be back?" he asked, obviously curious.

"If not tomorrow, on his own, then next weekend, at my bidding," I said. "I take it you liked what you saw?"

"Who wouldn't?" he said. He realized how it sounded, not that I cared. "But you're much better, sir."

"Don't stroke my ego, Marcus. He has a bigger dick, better body and nicer face, but he's a fuck in every sense of the word. Men and women may drool over him, but he has no idea what he's doing when it comes to sex," I said, flatly. "Don't respond to any of that. Just listen and learn."

"Yes, sir." After a pause, he asked, "Do you think Sven will come back of his own accord?"

"No, but it doesn't matter," I stated. "His curiosity will get the better of him; I just don't know that it will be by tomorrow."

"What if he shows up during the week?"

I looked at Marcus, got him to focus on my eyes, and said, "He'll get fucked, whether it's in the morning, at noon, or at night.

"And you need to understand. I won't fuck him because I want to. I don't. He's arrogant and a total bastard. But I'll fuck him because that's what he needs, is to get fucked."

"Yes, sir."

"Now, I believe you have an afternoon practice. Get going," I ordered.

PART 3

CEOs, adventurers, sportsmen, a hit man, a doctor. All used to making life and death decisions for themselves, others and their businesses, but totally clueless in the bedroom, or whatever room sex may occur. Single, married, divorced, widowed, partnered, whatever their relationship status, they were lost and needing direction, and like Officer Sven, unable to ask how.

When Marcus returned, he said Sven had not been home (although I knew he wasn't at work), but he'd slid the DVD of Sven eating ass under the door, as instructed.

Marcus was a good dog, able to deliver and fetch, and having performed well, he was rewarded with my cock, upon which he could suckle for an hour or more for my daily business was done and Marcus had no classes nor football practice the next day.

As the hairy, beefy college boy nursed my cock, I thought of how best to handle Officer Sven.

The former Marine would not enjoy the DVD, of him eating another's shitter, touching a man's ass in lust and enjoying the ways of man's flesh. I hated using this tactic, but Officer Sven's ego needed adjusting before another woman worshipped him with no hope of their affections being returned.

Marcus was in his doggie bed at the end of my mattress when the phone rang.

"What do you want, `sir'," Sven snarled.

"A better attitude, boy," I answered. "For a military man, you've forgotten some of your training. For a policeman, you've totally forgotten manners. And for a man, you are clueless, in need of training and use, well and proper, at my hand or another's, but needed all the same."

"Strip."

"What?!?!" Confusion and annoyance rang in his voice. He was a man not used to anyone, let alone a man his physical inferior, talking back to him and telling him what to do.

"Strip. I didn't think I'd been vague, Officer Sven."

"Why?"

"Strip."

"And if I don't?"

"Then the DVD you received will make appearances...full-length...at work; your mother, Anise' house; and the union president's wife's mailbox."

He was almost silent for too long.

"How do you know my mother's name?" he whispered, and I could hear tears in his voice.

"It's amazing what one can do with a phone number in this day and age. You must know that as a policeman, Officer Sven. Questions are done. Strip."

I heard the handset go down and the rustling of clothing being shed. T-shirt. Jeans. Something else that I wasn't sure of, and then, "Done, sir."

"Really, boy?"

"Are you some zin master of sex? This is all bullshit!" His anger came through clearly, but it was the anger of someone trying to understand, but unable to; it was not the anger of a man being forced into something he didn't desire. That was the difference here; I wasn't forcing a man to have sex with another man against his will. Sven desired man-sex. His macho-attitude didn't allow him to want it, but in his mind, he knew.

"Yer dick's awfully hard if this is bullshit, Officer Sven. Loose the attitude, boy. It's tiring."

"Here is what I require of you. Friday you will come to my house, straight from work. Don't make it a day you decide to wear underwear. Do not eat anything after breakfast or after 8 a.m.

"Do not fuck anything between now and then. Do not jack off. If you desire sex, stick a finger up yer ass."

"That won't happen, sir." He was somewhat light-hearted in his reply, not really that serious, but making it clear to me that a finger up his ass just wasn't going to happen.

"Obey. Enjoy. And be here. Earlier is fine, but late will not be well-received, regardless of the reason."

"But what am I to do now, sir?" he asked. He was standing in his apartment, buck naked, rock hard, and alone.

"Go to bed. Watch TV. It matters not to me as long as my other directions are followed," I said. "I will see you Friday."

I hung up.

I turned my attention to Marcus.

He'd consented to be my dog while he was in college, with an option to become my personal dog upon graduation. We'd talked about this a long time, with me making it clear that the agreement would not be altered under any circumstances.

Tonight, Marcus would be shaved, head to toe, and a more decorative collar placed upon his neck.

It was one of the things we'd discussed for a long time; Marcus had assured me he would be ready for this when I decided.

While I like my furry dog, the shaving bare of a man's body is a much-needed symbol of his loss. A man has hair. A man without hair by shaving is another man's man. For Marcus, the shaving is presented as something of permanence, something he'd be doing after this first time, but as I said, I like my dogs furry. But Marcus needed to think it wasn't temporary.

Marcus bathed in hot water, soaking his body, preparing for the ritual. He'd cut his own hair as short as possible with scissors, leaving patches and the rest to be shaved by me.

I'd turned up the heat in my over-sized bathroom to ease his transition from water to air. He lay on his back on towels spread across the floor as I lathered him, starting at his feet. I lathered a few inches, then shaved. I worked up his legs in this manner until I reached his crotch.

I paid carefully attention around this region. Marcus made it easier by remaining hard through the entire process. I worked my way up his torso, his armpits, his arms and then his head. I shave them bald, which let's others know something is different with them, but it is when I shave their eyebrows that most men cry. I leave them with NO hair.

But the head is not the last area.

Marcus rolled onto his stomach and I lathered and shaved his back, down to his buttocks. I always leave the ass for last.

I enjoy the site of ass hairs clinging to my cock as it pistons in and out of their hairy puckers. And so I make the sacrifice for the relationship in this way.

Shaving the ass last also positions the man for his first shaved fuck, as his ass is sticking in the air on the last stroke of the blade.

So it was with Marcus.

After the shaving, I placed Marcus new collar around his neck, a chain collar with his name engraved on a nameplate, clasped with a small lock to which only I had the key.

"Thank you, sir," he said the next morning as I ushered him out the door.

"Yer welcome, boy. Good luck with the games this weekend. I'll see you Monday evening," I said.

Right now, Marcus was spending half his time at my place, and half his time in the dorm. We'd discussed that changing with the next semester or the next school year, and discussed the summer as well. A man in Marcus' position couldn't just drop all commitments as many masters would expect and demand. But Marcus wasn't my slave, my property. He was my dog. He was collared and tagged, potty trained and freshly groomed.

I turned my attention to Officer Sven.

He showed up promptly, and I helped him realize his needs.

And I let him stay the night.

"You may stay, boy, but my house, my rules."

"Yes, sir," Sven replied. "I'll sleep at the foot of the bed."

"No! That's the dog's bed. You'll sleep in the bed, with me.

"Get up and pull the covers back for me, boy," I said.

"Yes, sir," he obeyed, pulling back the covers and letting me lay, adjusting to a comfortable position.

"Get in, boy."

Sven crawled beside me, first laying on his back.

With my hands, I positioned him on his side, his ass aligning with my hard cock, my head resting even with his shoulder blades. A hand wrapped around his torso, petting his 8-pack and working up to a nipple.

Hm, clamp still there. This is going to hurt! I removed it and quickly removed the other.

He moaned in a mix of agony and pleasure.

I pulled the covers over us both and sighed.

He'd go in the morning and hopefully, I'd find another man to use him before I'd have to worry about a return visit.

I also knew Marcus would be in early that morning.

I needed some rest before Marcus arrived.

I slipped my cock back up Sven's shitter and fell asleep.

PART 4 (This is the new stuff)

I awoke the next morning and felt smooth skin in front of me and behind me.

I knew what was in front of me: Officer Sven.

I wasn't sure what, or more likely who, was behind me.

I reach behind and felt for the neck. It was Marcus, sleeping behind me.

I was disappointed. He was a dog, and he knew he slept at the foot of the bed. He was to never sleep in the bed with me.

I was ready to get up and punish him in front of Sven when I noticed the temperature.

The bedroom, and I presumed the house, was uncommonly cold, as if the heat had gone out in the night. The house had gas heat, and I was in the middle of converting everything to electric, baseboard heat because the gas wasn't dependable.

I realized Marcus had crawled in bed with me to keep me warm. Both he and Sven would be a bit cold when they awoke; we were covered only in a sheet. My cock was nice and warm, lodged up the unruly officer's ass.

I considered my options. I knew a man, maybe 2, who would take Sven on; in my rural area, leather tops and bottoms were rare and scarce.

My current stable consisted of 4 married men, a couple of single guys, and Marcus, my dog.

Rural life means a laidback leather domain. The marrieds each had separate instructions and expectations. The single guys, however, were on the same contracts. Neither lived in my house.

Marcus stirred. His right hand gently caressed my body and the fingers found their way to my right nipple. I felt him snuggle closer. He could be asleep, but the feel on his tongue on my back had me thinking he at least was awake to lick me.

I let him lick the nape of my neck, my shoulders, my back. He caressed me and was careful to keep his crotch away from my ass.

For a man who hadn't long been having sex with men, Marcus was an apt student.

I felt Sven stir, then stiffen. He reached behind and felt my cock lodged up his ass.

He was either going to freak or remain calm, as the night before came rushing back to him.

He silently humped his ass back against my cock while Marcus licked. After a few minutes, I heard him grunt, felt his ass tighten, and the moves of a man cumming.

He crawled out of the bed.

"Dress and leave. I'll contact you around noon, boy," I instructed. "Don't argue. Just do it."

He did. By noon, I'd have another man to deal with him.

Now, I needed to focus my attention on my dog.

I'd never walked Marcus, and it was time to expand his training.

I attached a leash to his collar.

He looked at me pleadingly, but didn't speak; he knew better.

"Thank for keeping me warm, boy," I said, patting his head and leading him out of the bedroom and toward the back. He wanted to linger by the bathroom, but I pulled him to the back door. I opened the door and led him out back. The backyard is partially enclosed so walking Marcus out back is no problem.

But he doesn't know that.

"Out," I command.

He knows not to speak, but he doesn't move.

"Out," I growl.

"Please, sir..." he starts, but I interrupt.

"Bark or nothing, boy," I said.

His silence spoke volumes and he slowly padded outside on all fours, looking around.

Once he could see the space was totally enclosed, he loosened up and scouted the yard, but made sure to not pull on the leash. I lead him over to a tree in a far corner.

It took a while for it to register to him what he was supposed to do.

He blushed from head to toe.

I don't get off on watching another man go through a bathroom routine. Unless it's to humiliate them.

But if Marcus was to be a dog, he'd have to learn to use the back yard.  I saw him think about saying something, but I just pointed at the tree.

He padded over and lifted a leg. I mentally noted he still had a morning hard on. Marcus took several tries before he could relax enough to use the tree. When he was done, I lead him around the yard, letting him explore it and stretch his legs.

After a few minutes, I lead him back inside; it was cold out.

"Dress," I ordered, pointing to his clothes.

While Marcus dressed, I checked out the heat. I fiddled with some controls in the basement and the heat started again.

I made a mental note to speed up my schedule to replace the system.

Marcus was waiting for me on the couch.

"Speak, boy," I said.

"Thank you, sir," Marcus replied. "Thanks for the walk outside. Bit brisk."

"I know. It's also time to step up your training, as you know, boy."

"Yes, sir." He paused. I could tell he wanted to talk about something, but was unsure how to broach the subject.

"Speak you mind, boy."

"I know you share your boys, sir. I was wondering if you share them with guys you don't know."

It wasn't an original comment. I'd been approached by many men wanting me as a third to a scenario, but Marcus wasn't part of anyone else's sexual life, or at least that's what he'd lead me to believe.

"Explain."

"One of the football guys...one of the wide receivers...I think he's into guys."

"And?"

"I'd like to approach him."

"Why?"

"Because he seems lonely," Marcus said. "He doesn't hang out with other guys, doesn't seem to have a girlfriend and has really started moping about the dorms."

"I appreciate you're wanting to befriend him, doggie, but I'm not a home for wayward boys."

"Would it help if he was really good looking?"

"Take a picture and put him on the Internet. If he's good looking, he shouldn't have any problem."

"He's shy."

"Of course he is. Anything else, doggie?"

"But..."

"If you want to be friends with him, go ahead, but I'm not taking in strays, Marcus," I said.

"If he is gay, can I bring him over, sir," Marcus pleaded.

I sighed inside. The college football jock was pleading like a puppy. I always enjoy meeting all kinds of new people, but I certainly was not looking for another man for sex at this point. But maybe Marcus wasn't suggesting that.

"You may bring him as a friend, boy, but nothing more," I explained.

"Thank you, sir."

Fast forward a week or so.

Marcus had e-mailed me a few pictures he'd taken discreetly with his cell phone camera. It didn't help that the football player was good looking. Hell, the boy should be a model. Why are the good looking ones always shy, or not aware that everyone will have sex with them, or...

Mind you, I like handsome, rugged men. College boys are rarely my cup of tea as they tend to be cute or twinks or attitude issues or, well, if you've dealt with them...

Radley, he should kill his parents for the name alone, was that incredible mix of good looking, handsome. He could be a teen idol, matinee idol or both.

I liked what Marcus sent me, but I didn't really need more men. I'd asked a friend to take Officer Sven, and he'd gladly accepted, especially after seeing the police stud. I mentally ticked off the stable and decided one more just wasn't going to happen. Marcus had been cautioned; I still didn't know what Marcus wanted exactly either.

When Marcus invited himself and Radley over, I said, "Why? I've already told you I'm not interested."

"Not interested? Or not wanting more?" Marcus challenged me.

I gave him a look, and he took an actual physical step back. We weren't talking as master and puppy, but man-to-man, in an open dialogue that was going to get straight to the point.

"One-night stand, maybe. But nothing more. And I told you, you may bring him as a friend, but how are you going to explain who I am?" I asked.

"I kind of already have. I told him you're my mentor," Marcus said.

"Really?" An eyebrow jumped up. I was surprised Marcus had talked about me without permission. "You realize you're going to have to be punished."

"Yes, sir." He hung his head.

"So, let's try this again. Why are you interested in Radley? Why do you want me to meet him? Friends, I understand, but that wouldn't need to involve me," I explained.

Marcus looked at me. I could tell he had a reason, but was uncomfortable telling me. I'm not an impatient man, but when the reason is there, and it's being withheld, I am.

When the silence continued, I said, "No more. You're not my dog. Leave and never return."

"What?"

"You're not deaf. I refuse to be with a man that refuses to speak his mind. That indicates to me that you're liable to withhold information during `risky' sex, and I'll not have that. I thought you understood that. It's one of the most basic things we've discussed," I said flatly, not making eye contact, and actually walking out of the room.

"Wait, sir. I'm not holding out on you, I just..." Again he faltered for words.

I'd stopped and turned, now turned and started walking again.

"I want him."

"How?"

"Sexually."

"Of course. Again, how?"

"As a top."

"And?"

"And?"

I sighed loudly. Frustration was an amazing emotion new boys tended to bring out in me swiftly. Instead of saying "I wanna fuck him and use him, tie him up and ride his cock like a dog," they hem and haw and figure I'll be shocked by their comments.

"Hung? You've seen his cock in the shower and want to ride him? Long tongue and you want it eating your ass? Nipples to chew? Foot?"

"Oh. No! I want to fuck him."

"Yeah, I figured that part. How hung is he?"

"No. Not that way. I want to fuck him, shove my dick up his ass."

Now I was silent. This was indeed new. I wasn't shocked; mildly surprised, yes, but it wasn't shocking. I had figured Marcus wanted to be in the middle of a sandwich, but he wanted to top Radley. No wonder he'd been hesitant.

I came back to my original question.

"Why?"

"Because he's hot. I drool over that ass all the time. I'd love to dick him," Marcus beamed. "I wish I could have sent pictures of it!"

I sighed again. "No, why do you need me involved in this? All you needed to do was ask permission to have sex with him."

"I don't know for sure that he's gay, remember?"

"Marcus, I think you know my gaydar is not exactly fine tuned," I said. "Bringing him here won't help you."

"Sir, I want your help in seducing him."

"Marcus, you're going to need to explain this. How does seduction help you if you don't know he's gay?"

"Oh, I've got someone else to do that, but I'm going to find out on my way here with him tomorrow night." He waited. So did I. "Okay, my fag hag is going to approach him tomorrow night, right before we head here. She'll find out. She's going to text me on my cell phone and let me know.

"I'll need to have some way to tell you because I'm not sure we'll get any alone time after we arrive."

Marcus had moved fast. When the hell did he find a fag hag? And it sounded like he'd already made plans, presuming I'd say yes to this mess.

I decided to say yes. Tomorrow night would prove a fun punishment for Marcus.

Dogs have to be trained.

To be continued...

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