6 p.m. was approaching, the time of the duly appointed meeting among me, Marcus and Radley.
Marcus had sent pictures of the man/boy of his desire.
Radley was 6'2", model handsome, smooth of skin except for a lush treasure trail leading to a hung cock, sculpted like a classic male statue; and he was shy.
If there's one thing I can't stand it's good-looking people who don't know they're hot. I understand trying to be modest, but denying you're good-looking? That's arrogance, not humility.
I hadn't met Radley, yet, so I wasn't going to jump to judgment about him. Marcus had said Radley just didn't think of himself as good-looking despite women hitting on him every 5 minutes and at least one guy every hour.
"Radley walks through a mall in an hour and he'll leave with 10 women's phone numbers and 3 men's," Marcus said. From the pictures, I could certainly understand why. "But he never calls anyone. In the last semester, I think he went on one date."
And Marcus wanted to top him.
He hadn't been able to send a picture of the guy's ass, but Marcus said he drooled over it. A lot.
My dog was panting. Literally.
So I'd conceded to meeting Radley, possibly seducing him, and letting Marcus has his way. However, Marcus needed punishment for breaking several rules, one of which was discussing me, in any manner, with anyone.
I'd picked Marcus up on the college campus, outside his dorm.
He was dating a woman at the time, although she wasn't putting out. He was and is a football jock, and although I shaved him, head to toe, including the eyebrows, he'd passed it off as a frat prank, and no one knew he was gay. Except the fag hag he'd told me he had; one he'd acquired within a week.
Marcus had laid out the plan. His fag hag would meet Radley about an hour before Marcus picked him up to bring him to my place. She would determine his sexuality and text the information to Marcus' phone. I told Marcus to have her e-mail it to me while she was at it.
If Radley was gay, I'd help Marcus seduce him.
That was the plan.
Of course, Marcus was my dog and needed training. I hadn't decided yet if I was actually going to let Marcus top Radley. The e-mail had come a few seconds ago, and according to Rachel, the name on the e-mail, Radley was gay.
"Gay. Not sure if he's a virgin, but he has no interest in women," the message said. "Attached is a picture of me."
She wasn't the shy type. The picture was a naked woman. Marcus had great taste in fag hags. She was as model perfect as Radley was. If he wasn't interested, he was gay. Or blind. No, wait, not blind; he played football.
The football boys would be at my place in about 15 minutes.
I'd bought a few snacks and drinks, unsure how the hell I was supposed to seduce someone I'd never met, who was in the closet, that was shy, and...
Marcus was going to be the focus for the evening. Tonight was his punishment.
A knock alerted me to their presence. Knocks mean I can answer the door naked. Everyone else uses the doorbell.
Marcus' face dropped off, eyes popped out, turned a shade of red to make a tomato envious.
"Hi. I'm Marcus' mentor. You must be Radley," I said, sticking my hand out to shake his. "Come in."
They did. Radley tried not to stare, but was short of succeeding. Marcus recovered from his shock, and stared a glare when I said, "Strip, dog."
Marcus stopped short.
Radley had a very confused look on his face.
"Do it, or leave."
Marcus didn't have many options.
Once I called him a dog, all he could do was bark, whine, make dog sounds. He could either obey or leave, never to return.
"Have a seat, Radley," I said, sweeping an arm to the leather couch, ignoring Marcus for the nonce, and offering Radley a drink.
Radley took the drink, and watched as Marcus shed the last piece of clothing.
"What's going on?" he asked, with that look on his face that indicated his was kind of scared, but more curious than he was scared.
"I'm more than Marcus' mentor. I'm also his owner. He's my dog. I'm the one who shaved him," I stated. "The chain around his neck is my collar for him.
"Bark."
Marcus did.
"Dude!"
"Why are you still standing, boy?" I asked.
Marcus quickly got on all fours.
"This is messed up, dude! You're a stud. What are you doing?"
"He likes men. He likes dick," I said, sitting in the suede chair opposite my leather couch. "Come, and heel, boy."
Marcus padded over, his stiff dick apparent.
"Good, boy," I said, petting his head, as he rested it on my right leg. His hair had grown back at a little less than an eighth of an inch.
Marcus and Radley had both arrived dressed like any other college boy: jeans, message tees, sports shoes. Radley's jeans were a little tight, so his cock was not exactly unnoticed. His neck had one of those shell necklaces around it. No earrings. Cheap watch. No rings.
Having watched Marcus strip at my command, and follow my orders, had a visible effect.
"I see you like this," I stated. "Your jeans are tight."
He looked down at his own boner, stretching his jeans.
"Um..." he started, but then realized he really didn't have anything to say.
"Roll over on your back, boy," I commanded.
Marcus obeyed, rolling onto his back, showing off his muscles and his stiff cock.
"Nice, isn't it, Radley? Seriously, do you have another name? Middle name? Nick name?"
"My best friends call me `Scott'," the jock said. "And Marcus is adorable."
I knelt down and scratched his belly. "He's a good boy, too. So, Scott, are you into guys, too? Or bi-sexual? Or just like to have sex?"
He blushed.
"Don't worry, Scott. We're all adults here. And I'm discreet. The dog is, too," I smiled, smacking the dog's nuts to drive home the point.
Marcus yelped and raised his legs reflexively. I grab them and held them in place.
"Why don't you take a sniff and get to know the doggie a bit better, Scott?"
This was the point of do or not. I knew Marcus was mostly humiliated at this point. And although Scott was obviously turned on, there was no way to know if this was his kind of scene.
When Scott ripped his "Got Milk?" tee above his head and jumped down to sniffs Marcus' ass, I had no doubts.
"Your `dog' has a nice ass, sir," Radley said, grabbing Marcus' thighs and pushing him so his ass raised more.
"Let my dog sniff yours, Scott. Allow me."
As Scott continued to sniff, well, now he was licking, Marcus' ass, I stepped behind the big man on campus and undid his pants, pulling them down.
He did, indeed, have a nice ass.
Taut, muscled, two beautiful orbs of manly flesh...I am an ass man.
Freed from his jeans, the 2 college men lost no time at all getting in the classic 69 position for eating ass.
I had yet to have the pleasure of Marcus' tongue on my hole, but I enjoyed watching him ream his fellow jock with it. Scott's pucker flexed to the welcome intrusion. The treasure trail in front didn't lead to just a hung dick, but lead back over the taint and showed a lightly furred hole. Marcus' hands were massaging Scott's smooth buns.
The dog's tongue was lapping away, jabbing from time to time, prying the muscles loose.
To be continued...
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