Trevors Transformation

By moc.loa@ctnitsua

Published on Feb 17, 2022

Gay

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Trevor's Transformation, Chapter 11

I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep shortly after crawling in bed next to Will. His warm body felt so good next to mine; his stiff tool begged me for some attention, but I was so exhausted that as soon as I hit the sheets, I was out like a light.

The next thing I remember was feeling Will's warm wet tongue licking my left ear lobe. I had fallen asleep with my back to him, and as his tongue gently caressed my lobe, I could feel his rigidness between my ass cheeks. Plastered tightly against his groin, his tool fit perfectly between my cheeks, a smattering of his precum could now be felt on my lower back.

My first thought was that it must be a dream, after all wasn't Will still in San Francisco, or in Illinois? But then as my own erection was at full staff, finally free of the cock cage that my boyfriend had locked me up in, the realization that it wasn't a dream hit me and as I sighed I couldn't help but smile.

Will expertly knew exactly how to get me going. Along with licking my ear, he had reached around my left side and began to playfully tweak my left nipple, then with his right hand he reached under my neck and found my right nipple. I could feel my own precum begin to flow now. Will must have sensed this, because his left hand worked its way down my chest from my nipple to my groin where it found the source of the slippery fluid that was now dripping on the sheet. Slowly he encouraged me to lift my left leg up slightly, which I did.

The opening created enough space for his engorged cock to slip in between my legs. The heat that radiated from his throbbing tool caused my own dick to jump as the now wet mushroom head of Will's dick was tight against my perineum. I knew what he wanted and feeling him against me almost instinctively caused my hole to quiver with excitement, those sensitive nerves now on high alert of the pleasure that was about to commence.

Will's left hand slowly moved down to the left side of my sack and found my left nut. As he still pinched and played with my right nipple, his touch on my nut and sack about sent me into orbit. I could feel my perineum becoming wet with his precum and seconds later he adjusted his position so his slippery head found its intended target. Willingly, my hole relaxed as if on cue to welcome the length and girth of Will's cock inside me. As his thick head moved past the sweet spot inside me, my cock jumped with excitement causing a huge amount of precum to flow. My lover moved his left hand just in time to intercept the flow, which he immediately smeared all over the throbbing head of my cock. It wouldn't take long.

Sensing this, Will now grabbed my shoulders and commenced to pounding my willing ass. First he rolled me on top of him, and without missing a beat I sat up facing away from him, kneeling as he was now able to go balls deep in me. There is something about feeling all nine inches of his cock in me that sends me to another level. I felt the tide starting to rise and was afraid of my impending orgasm on the brink. I sat up just in time before the orgasm ensued, stopping the loaded freight train in its tracks, successfully stopping what would have been a huge load.

Turning around, our mouths met. We kissed each other deeply now, tongues twisted as they probed each other's mouth. Our kisses only served to make the passion reach a higher level. Yeah, I loved being with him, and can definitely say that I love him. Ever since the first day we met in Madison I felt something for Will that I'd not felt with any other guy. Of course having his entire nine inch cock buried deep in my ass totally sealed the deal.

Suffice it to say, I was now riding the edge of a massive orgasm each time Will pulled his cock out far enough that the head touched my sensitive prostate which was ready to let loose and shoot my load all over Will's chest. He was close as well, so as usual, I raised up and immediately rolled onto my back with my legs in the air. Will slid a pillow under my butt and in one motion took my cock deep into his mouth until I felt his chin on my swollen nuts. He sucked on me for a brief moment, just long enough to bring me to the edge again. In fact, he got me too close and had to push on my perineum to stop my orgasm. I desperately needed to cum now, so I nearly begged him to fuck me again. Whimpering like a bitch in need of cock, I could barely make the words out.

"I need you in me so badly. Please fuck me babe, Please!"

He obliged by kissing me again as our hard cocks touched making mine twitch as his hot, wet rigidness slid between my cock and my right thigh. Finally he gave me what I'd craved. Thrusting his massive meat deep in my ass once again, he fucked me like there was no tomorrow. After the fourth or fifth stroke, I felt the wave building again. I wrapped my arms around Will's lean, muscular back pulling him as close to me as I could just seconds before the wave's crest broke and my cock shot jet after jet of my spunk all over my chest. Another hands-free orgasm, the absolute best feeling I've had nearly every time that Will's cock is buried in my ass.

This triggered his orgasm as well. I could feel his seed being pumped in me as he vigorously pounded me until his orgasm peaked and his cock twitched violently dumping his load into my intestines.

Once it all subsided, our energy was spent. Still hard and still twitching in me, Will collapsed on top of my cum covered chest. Kissing again, I held him tightly and whispered in his ear that I loved him. He nodded and replied that he loved me too. We'd reached a level not previously reached before, so the sentiments felt new, warranted, welcomed, and brought us to a place where neither of us wanted to leave anytime soon.

Eventually his cock softened, and he pulled out of my satisfied hole. I could still feel his seed inside me, those seeds of love between us that felt so good. With my right arm flat on the bed, Will snuggled up next to me, and I moved to my right side so my left arm was draped across his chest. The peaceful, quiet stillness of the room lulled us back to sleep.

The tranquility of our morning snooze was interrupted by the noise of Trevor moving around in his cage.

Trevor/Skippy/Max.

I had momentarily forgotten about Trevor being in his cage dressed in his full pup attire. He was being mostly quiet, not making any sounds. After the events of the night before when I so desperately wanted to beat him, I resisted, but got in his face essentially telling him that if he didn't get his shit together, I was taking him to the station and would let the cops deal with him. Since I know pretty much most of the guys on the force and they knew about me (a couple of them were actually subs at one point, which is of course another story) they trusted me and knew that I'd not mess around with any kids or purposely fuck up any of the young studs that found their way into my basement.

Will also heard Skippy moving around in his cage. We looked at each other and that "oh yeah" look came over our faces at the same time. Lost in our lovemaking, we then remembered that he was in his cage. Instead of running downstairs to let him out, we opted to take a nice long hot shower together. After blowing each other again, we almost ran the hot water heater out of its load of hot water but stopped in time to stumble out of the shower, towel off and got dressed after realizing that we were both ravished by the energy we'd expended in the bed and shower. I threw on my UW sweatpants and sweat shirt; Will borrowed an extra pair from me, his sweats one of my red and gray UW hoodies and a pair of red UW sweatpants.

"Damn boy, you look sexy as hell in those sweats of mine." I remarked, as he walked into the kitchen.

"You as well, my good man." Reminds me of our senior year when I came up to spend Christmas break with you while Jake had gone back home.

"Yes! How could I forget? Oh man, that was a good time. We never left my room, did we?"

Will laughed, recalling the time we spent together. "I think you're right. All I remember was by the time I went back home after New Year's Day, my balls were aching so much that I couldn't even jack off for a week!"

Indeed it was a great time.

Despite the fact that we thought we'd slept late, in reality it was only eight o'clock. I put on a pot of coffee, and we sat at the table thinking about the day. I wanted to do something fun with Will but felt moderately obligated to take Skippy with us. I ran a couple of ideas past Will, and finally we settled on a plan. Although it went against the notion that we had intended to keep Skippy as Skippy and not Trevor today, Will brought up an idea on what just might help Skippy/Trevor come around and knock some sense into him.

He recalled a time when his family had purchased a very rambunctious and energetic German Shephard puppy from a local shelter. The dog wasn't a full bred Shephard, but definitely had the characteristics and looks of a pure bred. They had a tough time training the dog, as the dog's seemingly endless energy meant that he wouldn't pay attention at all, nor would he practice any of the commands the family tried to get him to follow. So, under the guidance of an experienced trainer who told the family that exercise comes before training, the dog finally released most of his energy going on a three mile run with Will. Of course it wasn't that easy as the dog just following along next to Will, but within a week or so of running with him, the dog caught on and after the run, he paid attention to the commands of Will and his family. Will had told me about his dog Trey, and how the dog turned out to be the best dog he'd ever had.

"Babe, I think what we need to do is get Skippy out of here, out of the basement and out of his character for the day. Let's get him out of Spring Green and take him somewhere, anywhere that he can see the landscape and the beauty of the outdoors. Maybe he'll come around. You did tell me that he's never really been out of here that much, right?"

"Correct. A few trips to Madison or so, but nothing much else. What are you thinking? Got a place in mind?"

"Yes, I was thinking either Devil's Lake, or Wildcat Mountain. You up for a drive to either of those places? I have today and then tomorrow I need to get back to Illinois. We could both use the exercise, wouldn't you agree?"

"Absolutely!" I'll go get him up and we can get going. We probably ought to eat first, right?"

"Yeah, something reasonably quick. Let's make our usual breakfast, okay?"

"That sounds great to me" I responded, knowing that Will made the best blueberry pancakes, and once I contributed my bacon, eggs, and fresh hash browns along with some maple syrup I'd bought from the local farmer's market, we'd have a feast that would set us up well for the trip to either of those locations.

When I got to the room where Trevor/Skippy was caged, I was surprised to see him still asleep, with his mask on. The tail as still firmly planted in his ass, as it was sticking out of the blanket that covered most of his hairless, naked body. I wanted to be nice to him, but knew better, so I put on the mean master persona once again, but mostly toned it down at first, seeing how he would react.

"Wake up dog. It's time to get up. Good job of cleaning up the room. It looks great as a matter of fact. Good that you learned to follow instructions. Might be hope for you yet."

Skippy stretched, lifted his head up from the pillow and realized he was naked and wrapped the blanket around himself again. He groaned, as if he wanted to stay in his cage and sleep longer. Typical for a twenty year old, I thought, but he still needed to get up and get going.

"Come on boy, time to get up. NOW. When your master tells you to get up, you'd better get up. Your Masters have plans for you, so get up." He obliged now, as I unlocked his cage and opened the wire gate of the cage and he crawled out as the blanket fell to the floor and I got a look at his naked hairless body. His smooth legs showed definition, his hairless sack clung tightly to his body as the coldness of the room caused his more than average sized nuts to inch their way back into his groin. The thought occurred to me that if this kid would commit to working out, he could add muscle fast as he was already lean. His eyes followed my gaze as I studied his nakedness which caused my cock to grow in my sweats. Despite getting off by Will's cock being firmly in my own ass and by him sucking me in the shower, the sight of Skippy naked in front of me had me going again. Alas, there would be time for him to please me later. For now, breakfast was more important.

Just for my show of domination over him, I grabbed the leash that was hanging from a hook on the wall in the room, hooked it to his collar and led him upstairs. Skippy did not resist or say a word. Instead he followed me upstairs, naked still.

Will was mixing the pancake batter and was getting ready to put the blueberries in the mix. Noticing this, Skippy moved over to the batter, looked down, and then began nodding his head and smiling, while starting to whine. Will almost started laughing, but instead played along.

"Does the doggie like pancakes?" he asked in a childish voice. Skippy nodded, but also made a mixing motion with his paws. "What is it boy? You like breakfast?"

Skippy nodded his head yes, then no. Will played along.

"What? You want to help make breakfast?"

Skippy now nodded his head yes and began to wiggle his tail that was still sticking out of his ass.

"So whatta ya think Master Johnny, think we should let Skippy make breakfast?" Will looked at me while I was beginning to peel the potatoes that would be used for hash browns.

"Absolutely. Great idea Master Will." Skippy nodded, but then realized his hands were locked inside his paws, holding them up to us as if to say, "Please take these off, masters."

So I did. Reaching in my pocket, I pulled out the key for the lock on his paws and unlocked the padlocks, freeing his paws. Almost immediately, he went to the sink and washed his hands. I was somewhat wary of letting him help, but then Will nodded as Skippy picked up a potato I'd peeled and ran it through the shredder. Skippy then held up a finger, pointed to himself, nodding his head as if to say, "Let me do this, please." I backed away, and once again Will smiled and nodded his head yes, giving Skippy the authority to take over.

It was as if Skippy suddenly found his way. Before I knew it, he had the potatoes shredded and had them simmering in the skillet. He also placed a dozen strips of bacon on the griddle on the gas stove and watched the bacon fry to perfection. We all wanted our eggs scrambled, so of course Skippy cracked and beat six eggs and poured them into the frying pan on the left side of the stove while Will flipped the last batch of blueberry pancakes on the right side. Still naked except for the dog mask, Skippy single handedly served up bacon, scrambled eggs and fresh hash browns made to perfection. I was in awe, as was Will.

We ate in silence; our awe of the breakfast consumed our thoughts and hunger. The breakfast was phenomenal. Like hungry dogs we cleaned up the entire breakfast, leaving nothing for later. Nothing for a late night snack or for breakfast in the morning. When we finished, Skippy got up first, gathered the plates, silverware and served us each a fresh cup of coffee. Will and I looked at our phones, figuring out the best place to go and the best route to get there. We settled on Devil's Lake, as a drive from Spring Green would only be a little over a forty five minute drive, while Wildcat Mountain would be an hour and a half. We'd be able to spend more time hiking the trails at Devil's Lake.

Since it was still cold out with a forecast in the mid-thirties, Will and I both changed into some of my cold weather hiking gear: Columbia flannel lined pants, thick socks, and hiking boots. Thermal Under Armour long sleeved shirts and Eddie Bauer heavy flannel shirts completed our cold weather attire. About the time we both finished getting dressed, a naked Skippy showed up at the door to the bedroom. Will and I both looked at Skippy, then at each other and laughed. Our dog clearly needed something to wear. Will nodded to me, as if he read my mind. I began to speak to Skippy.

"Okay, Skippy, Sit." Immediately he sat on the floor, on like a dog on his haunches. "I am going to give you permission to be Trevor today. That means no tail, no mask, no paws. We are going for a drive, the three of us. You may answer me as I ask you questions. Agreed?" He nodded his head and in a weak, calm voice he answered, "Yes Master." I continued.

"You may call us both "Sir" while we are on this little adventure. You will respect us as a boy respects his father. Understood?"

"Yes sir, I will."

With a firm tone I issued him an ultimatum. "You fuck up on this trip, you know the wrath that will await you when you get home. I will give you two warnings. The third time and you can be prepared for punishment like you received last night. Agreed?"

"Yes sir, I agree."

"Okay, great. Here are some warm weather clothes for you to wear. They should fit you, so quickly shower, get dressed and get ready to go." I laid out a pair of flannel lined Carhartt jeans that were too tight for me, a pair of clean boxer briefs, thick socks, t-shirt, Under Armour liner and flannel shirt. Within minutes he had showered, gotten dressed and was ready to go. He looked cute and quite hot as his straight blonde hair was now combed back neatly, allowing his eyes which now almost had hope that he would not let himself mess up show a glimmer of excitement. He had put on a spray of my Hollister So Cal cologne. Both Will and I had that "I just want to fuck him now" look as he walked into the kitchen and put on the pair of hiking boots I had loaned him. Although he looked hotter than hell and we both wanted to do him, as a reminder of who he had become with us was slapped around his neck in the form of an inch and a half wide black studded collar.

"Do I have to wear this?" A now confused Trevor asked. My response was quick and immediate.

"Do I have to wear this SIR" I replied in a stern tone of voice as any good master would do.

"Sorry sir. Um, do I have to wear the collar today, Sir?"

I shook my head in agreement and almost backhanded him, causing him to flinch.

"Sir, If I may, can I ask a question?"

"Yes Trevor, you may."

"Where are we going?" his voice had an innocent tone, one of a child who had never been on a trip. When I told him we were going to Devil's Lake State Park, his eyes lit up even more.

"Oh sir, that is so cool. I've always wanted to go there, but my mom never could take us anywhere. I've never even been out of Wisconsin, let alone gone on a long vacation. Thank you for taking me, Sir."

"Yeah, that's fine, no problem. Just don't fuck it up." I regretted my words after I had said them. I felt like I was indeed talking to an innocent child, but yet deep in my mind I felt like he could also be playing me and trying to mess with my mind just as much as I'd messed with his. Time would tell.

I backed the Camry out of the garage and we were soon on our way out of town heading towards Baraboo, the nearest city to where the state park was located. Since it was as sunny day there was hope that the temperatures would at least be above freezing and that it would not be windy. I don't mind the cold, but when the icy winds blow and it's cloudy out, no matter how much a person tries to stay warm, the cold permeates any warm clothing and chills you to the bone.

Trevor didn't say much on the drive north to the park. Like any curious dog, he had his face glued to the window staring out at the farms that consumed most of the country roads in which we were traveling. Will and I chatted about his work, about progress on the story I've been writing, and about what plans there were for any upcoming trips.

Some twenty minutes later we approached the town of Baraboo from the west. We had been driving on state highway 12, which delivered us to the West Baraboo. Neither parts of town were densely populated; for the most part they were both sleepy little towns. During the summer the town was usually bustling with campers and day hikers as well as those who came to bathe in the cool lake water during the hot and humid Wisconsin summers.

Remembering so many trips to the park with my parents made me reflect back on those times in silence while Trevor and Will were talking about different features we'd see at the park.

Since we'd forgotten to bring water and snacks, I told Will that we'd best stop at the Quick Trip convenience store before we got to the park. I highly doubted that any of the concession stands inside the park were open, so as we got out of the car, I was thinking about what to buy. Almost as if habit, I grabbed the leash from the front driver's door and quickly attached it to Trevor's collar. I wanted to humiliate him just a bit as we walked into the store. It worked.

For a mid-Sunday morning in a small town, the convenience store was fairly busy. All eyes were on Trevor and me, and several conversations stopped. It just so happened that the cashier had to be about Trevor's age and was possibly younger. He glared at me, then at Trevor. I acted like it was nothing new or abnormal, while the dude behind the counter looked like he was going to erupt in laughter at any moment. I looked at Trevor and his face was almost beet red. The dude told me what my total charge for the drinks and the snacks were. I paid and could tell he was going to lose his composure, so I said to the cashier what I normally say in situations like this.

"Don't knock it until you've tried. Isn't that right, boy?"

At first Trevor didn't answer so I repeated myself, a little louder. Loud enough to stop the conversations around me. This time Trevor answered. "YES Sir!" Trevor responded emphatically now with a response one might expect a military recruit to respond to his drill sergeant. The three of us left the store in silence. As we got to the car, I unhooked the leash and Trevor got in the backseat. He was emotionless -- in a blank stare that told me he either understood and enjoyed the humiliation or felt lower than a piece of dog shit. Will gave me a look that told me I'd hear about it from him later.

Nonetheless, I felt my move with Trevor was justified. Perhaps if he'd had his mask on the humiliation would have been easier for him to accept. But as far as I was concerned he deserved the added humiliation after all the shit he'd put me through. A thought came to my mind a few minutes later as we pulled into the entrance to the park. I was reminded of a saying I'd heard several years ago from a friend who was into the whole owning a pet culture. Her saying was "you don't choose a dog; a dog chooses you." Somehow I couldn't imagine Trevor choosing me and choosing to be my so-called dog, but for now he seemed to be tolerating and embracing the structured role of being my puppy. The thought made me chuckle, mostly to myself.

The park was mostly void of visitors on this cold Sunday morning. There were a few cars on the east parking lot where the trail starts, but in comparison to how it would be a few months from now, it was desolate. Since the nearly 10,000 acre park attracts over three million visitors each year, there is hardly a day where the place is empty. Devil's Lake, which covers about 360 acres, is just over one mile long from north to south, and one half mile wide from east to west. At its deepest, the lake is about forty seven feet deep. I saw a news blurb earlier in the season that the lake did not freeze completely over until early January, so now at the end of February, we would be able to walk across the lake at some point during our hike if we so desired.

The plan was to start hiking on the East Bluff Woods Trail until it intersected with the East Bluff Trail, where we would then ascend until we reached the plateau, which transcended the eastern bluff of the lake about a mile or so before descending to the southern shore of the lake. We would then hike either on the boardwalk or cut across the frozen lake to the Tumbled Rocks trail which would take us back to northern picnic area. We would then walk back to the car. Since the entire loop would be close to three and a half miles, it would take us a couple of hours to hike the loop, give or take a half hour depending on snow depths, time taken to stop, etc.

Since Will and I were in great shape, it might take a little less time, so it really did come down to how good of shape Trevor was in. He had youth on his side, so at twenty years old, it should be a breeze from him, right? We soon found out that like an earlier statement, being young didn't equate to him being smart.

The trail quickly rose from the parking area, and since there had been a lot of foot traffic on the path, the snow covered trail was packed down, had frozen and thawed a bit. So what snow there was had turned to ice. When we reached the part of the trail where the boulders were much bigger in size, the trail became a little difficult to maintain footing. Enthusiastic as he was, Trevor quickly found out that being cocky when hiking in these conditions was not easy. By the time we reached the top of the bluff, he'd already fallen four or five times.

"Trevor, slow down. It's not a race." I warned him. With his goofy smile and his blonde hair hanging down out of his knit hat he nodded his head in agreement.

"It's cool Sir! I'm good. No worries. Damn, Sir, this place is awesome!"

"Johnny, you better warn him not to get too close to the edge when we get up to the top of the bluff" Will advised me, which I'd already considered. We picked up our pace as we navigated along the boulders which were now the size of one of those Smart cars, most of them close to eight to ten feet in diameter.

"Trevor, Stop at the clearing to your right." I advised Trevor, wanting to take a moment to enjoy the scenery.

"Okay Sir. I will." He did listen this time, so when we caught up to him a moment later, we all stood looking to the west across the frozen, snow covered lake.

"Wow! Look at those rocks over on the other side!" Trevor remarked in awe. "They look small, about the size of basketballs from here, Sir!" I could tell that Trevor had never been here and that he was truly amazed by the view. And his amazement was indeed justified. The first time I'd hiked this trail some fifteen to twenty years earlier when I was in my teens I also thought it was an amazing place. In the dozen trips or so later since that first trip here, each time I hiked this trail I too saw this view breathtaking. Granted since I'd been hiking in other national parks like Glacier, Olympic, and Yellowstone, of course those parks were far superior. But by Wisconsin standards, this was as good as it gets. I took out my phone and for the first time, took a picture of both Will and Trevor near a huge bolder with the western rock fall across the lake as the backdrop. Trevor then took a great picture of Will and me. I began to relax and was enjoying the moment. We drank some water and had a granola bar before continuing the hike.

It wasn't long before we reached the Balanced Rock Trail. We'd stopped a few more times for more pictures. I tried to remail calm on some of the shots as Trevor was obviously enjoying his hike and was becoming very comfortable being with us and being on the trail. It was becoming a good time for the three of us, forgetting the world outside of the park and instead just enjoying the moment for what it was -- three guys finding joy in all of nature's beauty, even on a cold February day.

A quick climb and we finally saw the balanced rock. A landscape architect like me couldn't design something as cool as was what was before us. Although I'd seen this several times, it still amazed me as I saw this molar shaped rock whose roots seemed to be buried in a flat, level table like rock. It appeared to be about ten feet tall, four feet in diameter, and defied the laws of nature, sitting perfectly upright, balancing on a base of about two and a half feet perhaps? It was surrounded by other rocks and several pine trees that were stunted by their growth amongst the rocks near the cliff. Their gnarled branches spoke of trying to survive in the rocky abyss where fertile soil was mostly absent. Instead they essentially held on for dear life while growing tall and providing the perfect backdrop for many photos over the years by each hiker that like us, discovered this natural beauty for the first time or for the umpteenth time.

The moments we spent around the balanced rock were moments of something grander than the rock itself. Beyond the beauty created by nature was the moment frozen in time on digital images captured on our phones. Later that evening and several days beyond, I looked back at those images of the three of us, the latter being a selfie image taken of the three of us smiling. A happiness shared between us that seemed genuine and true. A happiness that made me hope for something greater between the three of us. Odd as that may seem, because I knew how I felt about Will, and was certain he shared my sentiments. But looking back at the smile on Trevor's face made me realize that was the first time I'd really seen him happy and smile like he did. Just maybe I'd gotten through to him and he had found someone to believe in him and give him purpose and direction in his life.

After spending several minutes at the balanced rock, taking several selfies and pictures of Will and I embracing, and even a picture or two of Trevor and me, we finally began hiking on the trail which eventually descended from the bluff to the lake below. Since it was frozen all the way across the lake, we opted to walk across the lake to the point where there was easy access to the Tumbled Rocks trail. After meandering around several of the larger boulders that were easily ten to twelve feet in diameter, the trail opened up into an area where it appeared as if Mother Nature herself and driven a huge dump truck full of these massive boulders and just dumped them over the edge of a sixty degree slope and allowed the boulders to tumble at will until they reached the lake or just stopped dead in their tracks. It truly was an awe inspiring scene, with several deciduous and coniferous trees thrown in amongst the boulders for good measure.

Of course Trevor wanted to climb into the rock fall but we both warned him against such a feat, since the rocks were likely snow and ice covered, the perfect combination to easily get hurt. So it was no surprise when he was trying to climb on top of a boulder the size of a Volkswagen Beetle that he slipped and fell behind the boulder into some smaller boulders below. An instantaneous scream echoed through the rock fall field and could be heard echoing through the surrounding woods.

We quickly turned around from the locked in gaze we both had of the east side of the lake to find where Trevor had disappeared. His muffled cries mixed in with obscenities could be heard coming from the back side of the large boulder.

"My fucking ankle. Damnit. Oh man I am going to be in so much fucking trouble. Shit mother fucker. Goddamnit! John's gonna be so pissed at me. Oh fuck!"

"I think he's over here" Will calmly told me over his shoulder as we began to meander around the tall boulders. "Yup, here is he, Johnny."

I was extremely pissed at Trevor for disobeying me and for getting himself injured. The only thing that was going to keep me from being completely pissed was the fact that he was hurt and in enough pain already.

Sure enough, Trevor had landed in an awkward manner when he fell from the top of the boulder. He had an abrasion on his left hand, which was bleeding. This seemed odd because he had been wearing gloves. He must have taken them off just before he fell. He was holding is left elbow while his right foot apparently was caught in between two rocks.

"Go easy on him, Johnny." Will whispered to me as we figured out how to get him out of his predicament. "He's in great pain right now."

There was no way we could even come remotely close to moving the boulders away far enough for Trevor to remove his boot and foot. The best thing we could do was to lay down on our side, get in between the rocks far enough to untie the boot and then hope that we could pull his foot out safely. It wasn't easy at all, and I must admit that fear was coursing through my veins as I looked up the rock fall field and imagined one of those boulders coming loose killing all three of us. We'd never know what hit us or what happened.

Luckily for us though, as I finally loosened the shoelaces enough and we were able to pull Trevor up by his shoulders to free his captive foot from the trap he'd fallen into. The pain must have been immense though because the entire time we were pulling him, he screamed bloody murder. Once he was removed, I reached down in between the rocks and pulled out his boot.

His pain and screams were justified. While the likelihood that Trevor had broken his right ankle was slim, his ankle had swollen up to the point where the boot would not go back on his foot. Will pressed on his ankle in several spots to see if the pain was all that bad, but fortunately Trevor did not exhibit any excruciating pain while Will moved the ankle through its motion. More than likely we'd probably have to get it looked at and x-rayed just to be on the safe side though. The worst part of the fall was that Trevor could not put any pressure on the ankle, and since the boot could not go back on, Trevor could only hop on his good foot. Since this was not a good way to get back to the car, I told him to wrap his arm around my neck and I would essentially be his crutch.

We had close to a mile left before we reached the car, so instead of walking the entire mile, I gave Will the keys to the Camry. He then ran the remaining distance to the car and drove over to the picnic area's parking lot where I was finally able to get Trevor into the backseat of the car.

"I am so sorry Sir. I should have listened to you and Master Will, but I fucked up, again. I know I am a worthless piece of dog shit, Sir. I'll make it up to you somehow, or you can, you know, do what you need to do to me down.., er, um, you know, downstairs. I can be a good boy, er pup and will be obedient to you. Please just don't be mad at me."

We got in the car and were now driving out of the park. Once we left the park, I looked at Will who gave me the same look as he did when we reached the scene where Trevor was trapped amongst the rocks. It was the look that told me to be sympathetic to Trevor, which was the complete opposite of what I wanted to do to him. I wanted to tie him up on the cross facing the wall and paddle his ass until it was bright red, then take him off and put him back down on the horse, ass in the air so I could fuck him raw, teasing and torturing his cock and sack until he begged me for release. I could feel my cock stiffening in my jeans. As if by instinct, my hand reached down between my legs and caressed my growing rod. Will glanced over and knew exactly what was going through my mind and while Trevor was now sound asleep in the back seat, Will groped my cock feeling its rigidness, which caused him to get hard instantly. No matter what the outcome would be at the hospital with Trevor, the night spent with Will would be incredible, no doubt.

We decided that rather than take Trevor to the actual hospital downtown in Madison, we opted for a walk-in clinic on the far west side of Madison, which would put us closer to home. Thankfully we didn't have to wait too long at the walk-in clinic before getting the results of the x-rays. The x-rays of Trevor's ankle confirmed what I had felt all along: that he only had a bad sprain and in a few days he'd be good as new. The doctor suggested wrapping Trevor's ankle and applying ice for a few days, so the nurse wrapped it up before we left. Trevor obviously was in pain but was definitely happy that it wasn't broken.

The ride back home to Spring Green went quickly. We were all quite hungry since we only had eaten the granola bars between breakfast and the present time of nearly four in the afternoon. Neither Will nor I had any desire to eat in a restaurant, so I called ahead to The Spotted Cow, a local bar that served excellent bar food. With a full menu of burgers, sandwiches, and a nightly special, it was one of my favorite go to places when I just wanted a quick take out bite or a place to hang out and drink a few beers and have something to eat when I didn't feel like cooking for myself at home. It was of course a regular family/bar place, nothing like the gay bars in Madison. Not that it would have caused a problem being ourselves in the bar, but it just wasn't the type of place to take a pup like Trevor. Since Trevor was in pain from his ankle, it just made sense to order take out and eat the food at home.

The food was excellent as always. Will and I both ordered Glutton burgers, which consisted of a half-pound of beef, bacon, cheddar cheese, lettuce, onion, tomato, and a special sauce. It is absolutely one of the best burgers ever, and when coupled with the Cow's seasoned French fries, it's a tasty treat that cannot be, well, you know, beat. Trevor ordered a burger called the Kitchen Sink, which features all of the above items on the Glutton burger, plus a few more tasty things, hence it's name, meaning almost everything BUT the kitchen sink. We ate dinner while watching nearly four episodes of some crime show on Netflix. Will and I sat together on the sofa; Trevor sat on the recliner. The picture of us wouldn't have necessarily made the cover of any magazine like Better Homes and Gardens, but would have been an interesting cover on the latest issue of any leather magazine...

So it was only natural that after the fourth episode of the crime show Will and I began to make out on the sofa. We began by holding hands, then in each other's arms, then kissing. He is a great kisser and despite the bondage we've had between master and slave if you will, at the root of our relationship is the romance that ensued once we began formally dating just after college. Needless to say I'm totally in love with him despite the need for discipline and bondage in our lives. If only he didn't live so far apart, we'd make a great committed couple. But for now, I'll take what I can get from him and his nine inch tool.

I thought Trevor would get grossed out by seeing the two of us making out. From the corner of my eye I saw him touching himself and I knew that he was turned on at the sight of two grown gay men making out. About ten minutes or so passed and suddenly Trevor got up, and hobbled downstairs. I wasn't sure what he was doing and for tonight, for the fleeting moments Will and I had left together, I didn't really care about what Trevor was doing.

I am sure Trevor's actions would have surprised everyone, including Trevor himself. He now appeared in the living room naked, only wearing his puppy mask and his tail. The sight of this twenty year old, lean and muscular pup now kneeling in front of Will and I, about made me blow my load instantly. No words had to be spoken; we both knew what he wanted. He was rock hard already, his erection tight against his now smooth as silk body. Remember the only hair he now had was his long straight blonde hair on his head. All the other traces of hair including his pubes, arm and leg hair, pit hair and hole hair had been shaved clean.

Will and I went into an automatic mode now. In an instant we stood and Trevor, now in Skippy costume, took our sweatpants and boxer briefs down and off our legs. He knew what to do as we both sat back down on the sofa. First he was wolfing down my cock, sucking it as far into his mouth as he could. I reached up and forced my cock as deep into is throat as it could go at first causing Skippy to gag. I pulled his head up just in time to breathe and then forced him back down. He had most of me in his mouth now, and the willingness to suck me was a sign. I felt myself getting close, and immediately forced him off my cock and guided him to Will's raging monster.

His gag reflex was now relaxed somewhat, and I wanted desperately to stroke my cock as Skippy was deep throating Will. Instead of bringing myself to a quick orgasm, I resumed kissing Will. I pulled his sweatshirt and tee shirt off and began playing with and sucking his nipples. Taking a quick glance at Skippy's erection, I noticed a stream of precum that reached from his swollen cockhead to the rug bellow. Within minutes of devouring Will's monster, Skippy had Will on the verge of blowing his load down Skippy's throat. I sensed this and pulled Skippy off and had him go back on mine. This kid was becoming an expert at sucking cock, which I began to recognize as something he truly loved to do.

Moments later, I pulled him off again, and he went back to Will. The sight of him with his pup mask on while sucking Will's monster had me wanting one thing, and as the tail appeared to be wagging in Skippy's ass, I knew it was time. I got up from the sofa, got behind him, pulled the butt plug tail out of his ass and was now aiming my tool right into the vacated hole. My wet raging cock reached the depths of his ass, stopping at just the right spot which caused Skippy to moan in delight.

It didn't take me long before the wave began to build deep inside me. I tried to slow down to take time to enjoy fucking this young stud, but his ass felt so damn good that literally seconds later my cock grew to its hardest, and as the twitching and throbbing inside Skippy's ass reached its greatest, the floodgates opened up and his ass was soon flooded with my huge load. He moaned even more, and it looked like his cock had grown harder as well. I pulled my cock out, wiped it on his bare ass and got up. Will pulled out of Skippy's mouth, walked around, and began teasing Skippy's abused hole. In the meantime I went to the basement, grabbed what I was looking for and returned to the living room.

Before Skippy knew what I'd done, he realized he was now wearing not only his collar, but a leash that was in Will's hands, his paws were once again locked on each of his hands, and my cock that was essentially fresh out of coming in his ass was now staring him in the face. He must have been on another dimension now, because without thinking he bent his head down while Will was fucking him from behind and took my cock back in his mouth again.

Will continued punishing Skippy's ass while Skippy kept sucking me for all it was worth. I honestly did not believe that I'd be ready to come again, but as Will's fucking motion picked up the pace, I could tell he wasn't going to last much longer before he flooded Skippy's ass with his own load. The thought of my boyfriend shooting his load in this punk kid's ass got me way turned on, and sure enough as Will started fucking the hell out of Skippy's ass, shooting his load deep into his bowels, I felt my second orgasm building and a few seconds later I shot my own load deep down Skippy's throat.

Will was still hard and was fucking Skippy's now tortured ass that still had our two loads inside. Will gave me the look which I understood, and just as he pulled out, he rammed the butt plug shaped tail back into Skippy's ass, trapping our loads inside. Pulling on the leash, he urged Skippy to follow him, which he did. Without saying a word, Will guided Skippy into his cage, still rock hard and dripping and in need of release.

But there would be no sexual release for Skippy tonight. As part of his punishment for not listening to us in the park by climbing on and falling into the rocks below, thus spraining his ankle in the process, Skippy's disobedience was now going to cost him release and instead force him to deal with a serious case of blue balls and an ass full of our hot, straight from the source cum.

And the best part of it was never once did he whine or complain. He now knew the consequences of his actions. He realized just how lucky of a dog he was, and that this was all of the punishment he'd have to deal with.


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