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The Puppy Boy

A story by e

Chapter 3 - Snakes and Snails and Puppy Boy Tales

DISCLAIMER: This story contains descriptions of sexual encounters between minors that are homosexual in nature. If offended by such things or if you are not of legal age in the country where you live, then read no further. The characters and events depicted in this story are completely fictional and any resemblance to any real persons, places, or events is purely coincidental. This story may not be reproduced in whole or in part without the expressed written consent of the author.

It was now Friday and in two days I will have spent a whole week with my new family. They seemed nice enough, but I wasn't sure how I fit in.

I tried really hard to get my mistress to like me and it seemed to be working; but only in the evenings after dinner. She barely had time for me in the morning and in the afternoon she was off visiting friends after school. We had continued to play our tickle game after watching holovision in the evenings and before bed. I really looked forward to it as it was the closest thing I had to the games I played with the other puppies on the farm. I missed them a lot.

The daytimes were really boring. I'd never been so lonely. My chores were easy and I'd decided to clean the basement in my spare time. Work was the only thing keeping me from going crazy. There was no one to play with, no one to talk to, and no one just to be with. I'd never been alone on the farm. There was always a puppy or three around; usually we came by the dozen. And a matron was never far away.

I worried that the one horrible day at school had been so humiliating for my mistress that she didn't want me around her friends. Maybe she thought I would humiliate her again.

I wouldn't, I promise. I'd try my very best not to." If only she'd give me a chance. I found myself crying again as I finished the dishes. I'd been doing a lot of that lately; crying, not dishes.

Mommy was a real puzzle. I didn't know what to say to her. I never had really. I usually let her do all the talking. I just tried to be polite and I wasn't always good at that. I don't know why she kept me. I didn't deserve it.

When Shelly told me how much I hurt her, I didn't even want her to look at me. I was too ashamed. I knew she liked it when I crawled into bed with her, when I gave her the book, and when I called her mommy. For the first time it felt nice to have a mommy. I meant it when I said I loved her. I'd never said that to anybody, except for Eddie and Daniel. They were my two best puppies on the farm. Now I'd never see them again.

Eddie was four months older and left the farm first. His mistress was about the same age as my mother. Daniel would turn fourteen in a few weeks. He already had a mistress too, but had to wait on the farm until his birthday. She visited a couple times. She was older too. My mistress was the youngest any of us could remember; most of the time they were in their twenties or early thirties.

With the dishes done I headed for the family room. Mother was there. I figured I would sit with her this evening. Maybe she would talk to me like she did on her visits and tell me all about the family. I liked those stories.

But I really wished Shelly had taken me with her. She was spending the night at her best friend Linda's house. It was only across the street. I didn't understand why I couldn't go. "I wouldn't get in the way or anything. I'd be really nice. We could play our tickle game. I'd hold out a really, really long time. No matter how much it hurt." I wiped the tears from my eyes and stepped into the family room.

Well there's my little puppy. Come sit here, in my lap." Mother motioned me towards her. "What's the matter? You miss your sister?" She must have noticed my red eyes.

I nodded as more tears started to fall. I sat on the chair beside her with my legs swung over her lap. She pulled my body against hers and held me tight.

Tell mommy all about it."

I didn't know where to start. I didn't want to say the wrong thing. If I sounded too disappointed, mommy might think I didn't want to be with her. That wasn't the case at all. I just wanted Shelly to like me.

I love you mommy. Can you tell me a story? You know, like you used to; maybe about you and mommy Jacqueline."

Mommy smiled. "I've got a better idea. Why don't I tell you a story about me, Jacqueline, and Shelly, and a little blond puppy."

You mean the one where you made me and Shelly?" I smiled up at her.

That's the one." Mommy smiled back.

I like that one." Suddenly I was in a much better mood.

Once upon a time there was a young girl just about ready to graduate from high school."

That was you." I giggled.

She touched the tip of my nose with her finger. "Yes it was you silly."

I giggled some more.

She only had one year left and everything was going just right; until the depression hit. Suddenly, everything went very wrong. Her parents' business collapsed and they had to declare bankruptcy. They lost everything, the business, their home, and most importantly, their daughter's college fund."

Mom stopped and took a breath. She always got sad when she told this part.

It wasn't that the fund was the most important thing, but if it hadn't been lost there wouldn't have been any puppy and probably no sister. Then there wouldn't have been a story to tell and no one to tell it to."

She touched my nose again and I giggled.

Is this the part where the girl decided to make the puppy?"

This is the part. You see, the young girl still wanted to go to college. But she needed money to pay for it. Bearing a puppy would earn her enough money to cover her tuition and all her expenses. So, she decided to do it and called the puppy farm. They tested her eggs and made all the arrangements. The contract was signed and everything was set."

That's when mama Jacqui proposed." I couldn't wait for her to say.

Are you telling this story or am I?"

You are mommy. But I'm helping."

It was her turn to giggle. "Yes. The girl's best friend and high school sweetheart decided they should be married. Her name was Jacqui and she loved the girl very much and the girl loved her. Jacqui was going away to college and thought that since the girl couldn't afford to go, at least they could stay together if they were married."

What about the puppy, mommy?" I knew the answer, but I wanted her to say.

Well, when the girl told Jacqui about the contract, Jacqui became upset. She didn't want the girl to have a puppy. She wanted a baby girl instead."

I always wanted to cry at that part. It made me really sad.

So they worked out a deal." Mommy continued, the girl would fulfill her contract and have a puppy and earn money to go to college, and she would give an egg to Jacqui and Jacqui would have her baby girl too."

And they lived happily ever after?" I hoped this time the ending would change.

Not quite, my dear little puppy, not quite." Mommy patted me on the head and stroked my hair. "Eight months after they were married, the girl was in a traffic accident. She was badly injured. The doctors said they would have to take her puppy early in order to save her life. They feared the puppy may not survive,"

Oh no, he didn't die did he?" I knew better but this part worried me every time. It was one part of the story that I didn't want to change.

The little puppy had to stay in the hospital for a long time, but he made it." She leaned over and kissed my forehead.

I breathed a sigh of relief. "What about the baby girl?"

Just one month later the baby girl was born. Jacqui had become a proud mommy too."

Then did they live happily ever after?"

Mommy paused for a moment. "Happily, but not quite ever after."

What happened?" I should have just let the story end.

Well, four years later, the puppy had to go live at the puppy farm. His mommy, and Jacqui, and his sister Shelly were all very sad to see him go. But they knew someday he'd get to come back home."

So did he come home mommy?"

Yes Carlos, you finally came home. And now, even though Jacqui's been gone for some time, we can live happily ever after."

I smiled. For the first time, the story had a happy ending.

******

I awoke the next morning still in my mother's arms with my legs across her lap. I watched her sleep for a moment. She looked so peaceful. I was glad.

But I could only watch for a moment. I had to pee. I tried to move slowly and gently so as not to disturb her. She moaned a little and mumbled something that sounded like Shelly's name. Somehow I managed to get to my feet and she still seemed to be asleep.

I headed to the bathroom where I had to stand for a moment and wait for my hard on to go down. It was the first time I woke up with one of those since the bonding ceremony. The swelling in my balls was gone and the pain was reduced to a dull ache. The bruising was starting to change color too; they were turning green.

When I finished I headed to the kitchen. I wanted to make eggs for breakfast since I would have more time than during the week. I found some bacon and wondered how mom would want her eggs. I decided on over easy because that was the way I liked them best.

Mom found her way into the kitchen shortly before I had everything ready. I poured her some coffee and brought her some toast. Then I retrieved the morning paper. Not a word was spoken after 'Good morning' until we had both finished eating.

I broke the silence. "I liked the story about the puppy and his sister. It's my favorite."

Mother couldn't help but crack a smile. "I think it's you sister's favorite too. She always loves to hear stories about the little puppy."

I felt my face flush a little, I had to smile. Then I sighed and suddenly I was sad again. "I don't think it's her favorite anymore."

Mom looked at me quizzically, "Now why would you think that, Carlos?"

I just looked down at the table. I didn't want to say anything.

That's what was bothering you last night, isn't it? I knew something was wrong."

I humiliated her at school and now she doesn't want her friends to see me 'cause I might do it again."

Do what again?" she paused, "Carlos, she understands about school. That wasn't your fault. Besides, she can't wait to show you off to her friends."

That's not what she said on the phone." I still stared at the table; I couldn't look at my mom.

On the phone? What? Tell me what she said... Carlos, what did you hear?" She sounded confused and maybe a little bit mad.

I didn't mean to listen, mommy. I just... I... I just heard it, that's all." I just knew she was mad at me for listening when I shouldn't have been. Why couldn't I just keep my mouth shut? I shouldn't have said anything.

Just tell me what you heard." Her voice was softer, gentler.

I heard her say she wasn't allowed to have friends visit because of me and I couldn't go with her to the party because of what happened at school." I was crying now. "Mommy she doesn't want me any more."

Now I know she didn't say she doesn't want you." She moved next to me and put her arms around me.

No, she didn't say it. But why would she if she's that embarrassed. She's ashamed of me."

No Carlos, your sister thinks the world of you. I do too." She held me tighter.

Then why would she say those terrible things?"

Oh baby, you just misunderstood."

No, mommy, she said them"

I mean..." she paused and drew a breath. "This is my fault."

I looked up rather puzzled.

I told her she couldn't have friends over. I told her she couldn't take you to the slumber party." She thought for a moment. "Honey, it had nothing to do with anything you did. I thought it would be best if you had time to recover and to get used to being here. What happened at school wasn't your fault. I should never have let her take you. You were frightened. The girls were rough and scary. I didn't think you needed to go through that again."

I just looked at her. I was still worried. I felt kind of sick.

Shelly was really upset with me. She wanted more than anything to show you off. She's so... well, she's so proud of you." She began playing with my hair and was still holding me really tight.

Remember how sore you were on Monday after school?"

I nodded.

I wanted you to have time for your balls to heal. I know those girls. They'd have been all over you last night. Shelly wouldn't have been able to stop them. They'd have pushed and pulled and squeezed... You might not have had any balls left."

I giggled a little. I guess I was starting to feel a little bit better.

How do you feel today? It looks like the swelling's gone."

They just hurt a little now. They're starting to turn green and I had a boner this morning.

She laughed. "You've had a few of those this week, what's so special about this morning?"

I smiled a bit sheepishly. "I used to have one every morning, but not since the ceremony. The only ones I've had are when Shelly touched it during the tickle game or when I played with it in school, you know, for the class."

Well then, you must be feeling better."

I nodded.

Let's have a look at them."

I stood up and faced her. She reached under them and cupped them, pulling them out in front a little."

Yes, they do appear to be turning green, and a lovely shade of green, I might add." We both giggled.

Would you like to fix brunch for the girls?"

Could I please?" I could barely contain my excitement.

I'll call Dr. Wills and invite them over." Dr. Wills was Linda's mother.

******

Mom went to the store to get food for brunch while I stayed and cleaned the kitchen and dining room. Everything was prepped and ready to go as soon as she returned.

I pan seared the chicken that remained from the meal earlier in the week. I diced and sautéed some garlic, onion, celery, and carrot. Then I prepared a cheese sauce with gruyere and just a touch of gorgonzola. Finally, I fixed a simple garden salad of romaine, cucumber, tomato, Greek olives, and feta cheese. I made a yogurt dressing with a touch of buttermilk and mint.

When mom returned I poured some chicken broth into a pot, added the chicken and vegetables, and finally some egg noodles for chicken soup. She brought some English muffins that I promptly toasted and topped with fresh spinach which I sautéed with garlic and onion, thin sliced ham, and poached eggs. I finished the dish with the cheese sauce and a tomato concasse.

When the girls arrived I seated them around the table and served the meal with sparkling cider, coffee and milk.

They were quite impressed and I was beaming. They couldn't believe I was the same pathetic little puppy they had seen in school on Monday and Shelly just couldn't stop smiling.

Their only disappointment was that mom made me wear clothing, shorts with a thong underneath and a cotton vest that was left unbuttoned. She also left strict instructions that they keep their hands to themselves. Other than to request service, Shelly wouldn't let them talk to me. She said that guests shouldn't interact with the puppy as I was there to serve, not to socialize.

The girls couldn't take their eyes off me and just had to talk about how cute and sexy I looked. They giggled about my muscles, the flatness of my chest, my round, but firm buttocks, and of course the neat little bulge in the front of my shorts. That little bulge was, of course, the main topic of conversation. Some of the girls had seen it uncovered in school, but a couple had not. All of them wanted to see it again and Shelly agreed that they could each have a private show, soon, but not today.

For a last minute thing, mom had planned it well. I wasn't subjected to incessant questions. I didn't get groped. I didn't have to do anything other than what I do best. Actually, what I do second best. That was more than enough to impress Shelly's friends and make me feel really good about myself for the first time in quite a while.

When the meal was finished, the girls were sent back across the street and I had a huge mess to clean up. Mom offered to help, but I wouldn't hear of it. This was my show, from start to finish and I wanted to relish every minute of it.

******

I spent the afternoon lounging around the house, bored silly. Mom was so proud of me that she gave me the afternoon off and wouldn't let me even dream about doing any housework. I know she thought she was doing me a favor, but I was one bored puppy until Shelly got home.

I am soooo proud of you!" She grabbed and hugged me, nearly squeezing me to death. Then she kissed me. Not on the forehead or on the cheek, but right on the lips; and not for just a second or two either. "You're the BEST brother anywhere."

I was embarrassed again, but this time in a good sort of way.

If you could have one thing in the whole wide world, what would you want?"

Now there was a trick question. The one thing I wanted more than anything was to be allowed to do the one thing that I do better than cooking. I wanted to pleasure my mistress, not just a little. I wanted to give her fireworks. One little explosion here, one little explosion there, right to the point where she would start to think she couldn't take anymore and then; BANG! Multiple orgasms and lots of them. But there was no way I could say that.

Umm, to make you happy."

She gave me one of those huffy, pouty looks. "No silly, I want to know what would make YOU happy. I want to give you a special reward."

I thought for a second. "Mom said you are going out tonight?"

Of course, you want to come." Her excitement died quickly. "Oh." She sighed, "We don't have enough tickets and the circus is sold out."

OH, umm, I'm sure that would be fun. But there's something I want even more."

Well then, what is it? Anything you want."

Umm, well, I... could I... I want to make you pretty. I want you to be the prettiest girl at the circus." I asked hesitantly. She hadn't shown the slightest interest in sex and I wasn't sure how to go about getting her interested. That was part of why I felt so useless. A mistress is supposed to want sex from her puppy. At least that's what I thought.

Her look told me she was disappointed. I'd screwed up again.

No. Carlos. A reward should be for you, not for me."

But... but it would make me happy." I didn't know how to explain. "I want everyone to stop and look at my mistress and wish they had a puppy like me who could make them be so beautiful."

You're impossible." She just shook her head. "Ok, I'll let you fix me up on one condition. You have to let me do something for YOU, that's just for YOU, so I can show YOU how special YOU are."

I looked at her and smiled, "Deal."

Ok, so what do we do first? I've got just over two hours to get ready."

Bubble bath."

What?" I'd caught her off guard.

Bubble bath."

But for that I'd have to get... I'd have to be... Carlos!" She definitely caught on to my game. "You tricked me. You little... pervert." She smacked me on the head playfully; at least I think it was playful.

But you said... anything" Laughing and giggling I ducked out of the way of another smack.

Alright you little smart alec, you draw the bath water and I'll get ready." She headed down the hall towards her bedroom.

I started the bath and found some bubbles, a washcloth, and a towel. I was so pleased with myself I couldn't stand it. I was finally going to get her naked. She returned a few minutes later wearing a two piece bathing suit and my ego was quickly deflated.

Ok, you see this suit?" She didn't wait for an answer, "You don't touch it. I wash everything it covers. You can wash what's left." She stuck out her tongue at me.

I smiled real big and started giggling. She'd outsmarted me. I thought I was finally going to get her naked. Oh well. At least this was progress. I started by shampooing her hair, and then washed her neck, shoulders, and back. She giggled as I washed her tummy. She tensed a bit when my hand touched the bottom part of her suit, but I went no lower and she said nothing. I moved to her legs, starting at her feet and worked my way up. She gasped as I touched the leg of her suit. It was at the very top of her thigh. I moved to the other leg and did the same. This time I rubbed a little longer at the leg band. She shuddered.

I looked at her. Her eyes were closed. She moaned. Then she pulled away.

She looked at me. "You win." She reached down and lifted her hips, then pushed the suit bottom down and over her knees and off.

I smiled as she handed the bottom to me. She spread her legs and I moved my hand between them. I was very gentle. After a few strokes I let the wash cloth slip away and continued with just my fingers. I knew all the right spots and soon she was breathing faster and heavier. Her body began to shake.

Oh yes. That's it. That's it. Ohhh! Ohhh!" She gasped and moaned.

I brought her down easy. She opened her eyes and looked at me. "Oh Carlos. That was wonderful."

I just smiled. It was wonderful.

She leaned over and kissed me. It was just a peck on the lips, but it was nice. I undid the top of her suit and gently washed her breasts. They were small, just a handful, but quite beautiful.

She stood so I could rinse her and I got my first look at her naked body.

My eyes got wide and my jaw dropped. "You're gorgeous." It was my turn to gasp. Suddenly my dick pulsed. I'd gotten hard and I hadn't even realized it. It pulsed again, this time shooting a long white rope at my face. I fell backwards, sitting on the floor. Three more shots landed on my neck, chest and stomach. I heard some squeals, or was it screams. I wasn't sure. The force of the orgasm had me confused. I hadn't even touched myself.

Oh my gosh. Carlos! Oh wow!" Her hand covered her mouth and she stood there gaping at me. "That was awesome!"

I looked up at her. I was out of breath. "I... I'm sorry!" I was horrified. A puppy was never supposed to cum without permission. One look at her and I'd lost control.

What are you talking about? Sorry for what? That was incredible. I never dreamed it would be anything like that."

But I... I lost control." I hung my head in shame.

It's ok, Carlos. No, it's more than ok." She smiled at me. Now clean yourself up and finish what you started."

I reached for some toilet paper and licked my lips. I loved the taste.

Oh my, Carlos... You just ate some of it." Her eyes were wide and she looked surprised. "You like it?"

I smiled and nodded.

That's gross." She made a funny face, "But if you like it, go ahead and eat the rest."

I giggled and smiled, then scooped up a bit more with my fingers and sucked them dry. I could feel my face turn red as I liked the gooey stuff off my fingers. I just couldn't figure out why, but some things that I would do without even thinking on the farm, were embarrassing in front of my mother and sister. I continued until I had scooped up as much as I could.

I looked at Shelly. "I'm sorry I lost control, but you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen. It's no excuse, but you're really beautiful."

It was Shelly's turn to turn red. "So you think compliments will make up for your lack of discretion?" She was trying to sound serious, but I knew she wasn't.

No, mistress. I should be punished." I decided to play along, hoping that she really wasn't serious.

Well then, what shall your punishment be? I know, You should be spanked."

My eyes grew wide and I squirmed a bit. This wasn't quite what I had planned, not that I had actually planned anything.

Or maybe you should be tickled." Shelly giggled. My naked sister pounced on me. "Or maybe tickled and then spanked."

The game was on and by the time she was done, my sides ached from all the laughing and my bottom was stinging and red from twelve pretty good swats to my behind.

Ok, we've wasted enough time. If you're going to make me the most beautiful girl at the circus, then you've got work to do." She started out of the bathroom and towards her bedroom.

I smiled and shook my head. "Nope. I don't have to do a thing."

What? But you promised..."

I smiled and giggled, "You're already the most beautiful girl in the world. Nothing I do is going to change that."

Oh you..."

I turned and ducked, putting my hands up to block a playful swat to the back of my head. I was too late.

And empty compliments will get you nowhere."

But I really mean it Shelly, I mean... that's never happened before, not without touching it first. And it was all because... because of you."

I gave her a manicure, a pedicure, fixed her hair and applied her makeup. I stepped back to admire my work. "I was wrong." I hung my head.

Shelly gasped and looked a bit confused.

You are even more beautiful now. I didn't think it was possible."

Shelly's initial reaction was one of horror, but as she realized the compliment, she just giggled and looked in the mirror.

Wow. I am beautiful." Her whole face lit up.

Yes you are." It was mom. She had returned and was standing in the doorway.

Isn't he amazing?"

Yes Shelly, he is."

*****

Shelly didn't come home after the circus and instead spent a second night with Linda and her friends as part of Linda's birthday celebration. That meant that mom and I got to talk a lot more.

Mom told me stories about when she was a little girl. I'd heard some of them before, but others were new. Most of them were also about mommy Jacqui and I found out just how much mommy loved Jacqui and how she missed her. Jacqui was killed in an accident just before my tenth birthday. Since then it had just been mommy and Shelly.

Although some of the stories were sad, it made mommy happy to tell the stories and that made me happy. But it also made me a bit sad because mom's life had been so hard and she'd been through so much and was so lonely.

******

Shelly returned the next morning and I hugged her really hard. She kissed me on the forehead.

Closed your eyes," she commanded.

I took a breath and did as I was told, but it was scary not knowing what she was going to do to me.

Ta da." Then there was silence. "Well open your eyes, silly." She was giggling.

When I opened them she was holding out what looked like a brown ball on a stick. It was coated with chopped peanuts. I just looked at it.

Go ahead, take it. I got it for you."

What is it?" It looked like food, but I'd never seen anything quite like it.

It's a caramel apple." She moved it towards me again. "Go ahead, take a bite."

I reached out and took hold of it. It was a bit sticky. Shelly giggled. So did mom. I looked at them a little confused.

That's our silly little puppy. You're supposed to hold it by the stick." They were both still giggling.

I smiled sheepishly and giggled a little at myself. I was only halfway embarrassed as I took hold of the stick and licked the stickiness from my fingers. It tasted good. I put it to my mouth and took a bite The gooey caramel stuck to my teeth and I ended up with a mouthful of gooey, sticky stuff that I couldn't chew or swallow.

They were both laughing hysterically now. Of course that just made me want to laugh and as I did little bits of apple and peanuts went spraying out all over the room. I tried to cover my mouth but I couldn't catch it all.

Let's get to the kitchen and get you some milk." Mom said after they'd had another good laugh at my expense. "Shelly, this is your mess."

Mo-om."

Don't mom me. Besides, he can't clean anything up in his condition." She led me by the shoulders into the kitchen.

I was still trying to chew and swallow the stuff as she handed me a glass of milk.

When I was finally able to speak I offered them each a bite, but Shelly said it was all mine and that she had something else for our mother. I sat at the kitchen table and ate until there was nothing left but the stick and the core. When I finished Shelly had a question.

Yesterday you agree to let me do something special for you. Have you thought about what you want?"

You just did. It was really good. I liked it, even if it did stick my mouth together. It was fun." I giggled.

She gave me one of those disgusted looks and I knew the apple wasn't what she was talking about.

I took a deep breath. I had thought about it. I knew what I wanted, but I was almost afraid to ask.

Can I go back to school with you?"

The two women just stared at me in disbelief.

I know I can do it. Please?" My heart was pounding. The thought terrified me, but I just had to.

Carlos..."

Mother interrupted. "Are you sure?"

I nodded and then shook my head. "No, but I need to."

*****

Shelly came home on Monday and said that Ms. Johnstone had given her consent for me to attend on Thursday. But this time I wouldn't be following Shelly around. I would report directly to her office and be taken to Ms. Washington's health class. I would be a live model for the eighth grade sex education class and would have to submit to a visual and physical examination by the girls and would be required to masturbate for them, and then answer any and all questions. I would be required to do this three times since there are three eighth grade health classes. If I agreed I could go, if not, then permission denied.

It was a long week spent in anticipation of returning to school. I was anxious, nervous, frightened. I spent most days going completely out of my mind with worry. What had I gotten myself into?

By Thursday morning I was a wreck. I knew I had to eat something, or I wouldn't have enough strength to make it through the morning. I force fed myself a bowl of cereal and was lucky to keep it down. Mom kept telling me that I didn't have to go through with it, but I had to. I just kept telling both she and Shelly that I was ok.

Mom drove the two of us and we got there early. At least I didn't have to ride the bus. Shelly took me inside to Ms Johnstone. I was then walked to the nurse's office where I had my balls examined. They were fully healed, though still a bit yellow from the fading bruises. Once I had been pronounced healthy enough to suffer through the coming ordeal, I was introduced to Ms. Washington, the health teacher. She led me to her room and explained how the class would work.

The eighth grade had health class second, fourth, and sixth periods. That meant I would get an hours' rest between classes. I would remain in the room, however, to be used as a model for the sixth grade during their instruction. But I wouldn't have to masturbate or answer questions and there would be no touching. I was instructed to strip and then wait.

She allowed me to sit in a chair next to her desk and of course the class all took notice of the naked puppy as they entered the room. There was a lot of giggling, whispering, and pointing, but Ms Washington stood guard and made certain that none of the sixth graders got anywhere near me.

Immediately after starting the class, I was introduced. She then proceeded to name all of my parts and had me get an erection for the girls. I also had to turn around, bend over, and spread my legs so they could get a look at every last part of me. Well almost every part, I don't think any of them saw the soles of my feet. At least one part of me remained private.

Every class began that way, the difference was that in the eighth grade classes, I masturbated, and then allowed each and every girl who wanted, to cop a feel. Ms. Washington warned them not to hurt me, but I was still amazed at how gentle they were. It actually felt nice and I realized that I had worried myself sick over nothing. I thanked each and every class for being gentle, too. I wanted to make certain they knew I appreciated it.

Then came the questions. To simplify things, Ms Washington told them to start at the first desk all the way to the right, then work their way down each row so that every girl had an opportunity. Sixth period was Shelly's class. It was the one I looked forward to so I could show off for my mistress.

Are your balls really that delicate?" The first girl hadn't wasted any time.

Yes, they are. But once you learn how to handle them, they can give a puppy plenty of pleasure too." I lifted them up and played with them a bit as I answered the question to show them what I meant. That got some giggles from the girls.

What's it feel like to get hit there?"

I swallowed hard and sucked in a breath. "That depends on how hard you get hit. But it's sort of like getting poked in the eye, except you feel it down here." I grabbed my balls. "Then, if it was hard enough, the pain creeps up into your stomach. You might feel like you have to throw up, or pee, or even poop. It can take your breath away too and you might find it's hard to talk. Then your arms and legs can go weak and you might not be able to stand or walk."

The girls looked like they didn't believe me, but I wasn't about to volunteer to demonstrate.

What was it like to live on the puppy farm? Were there lots of puppies?"

I smiled, glad they had changed the subject. "That's a difficult question to answer all at once. I liked living there. We were divided into dorms according to our age. Every year on our birthday we were moved to the next dorm and we were assigned a puppy to mentor us on the dorm rules. There were about twenty puppies in every age group and at least two matrons supervising us at all times."

We had school, too. But we didn't learn things like you girls. They told us we could learn about the same as a fourth grade girl. When we got older they taught us things like gardening, and handiwork so we could fix things around the house. They also teach us how to cook. We were always cleaning up after ourselves. We learned personal grooming, too. Stuff like giving manicures, pedicures, hairstyling, and makeup."

The next girl was one of the girls from the party. I'd fixed her brunch. "You cook really well, by the way. He fixed brunch for Linda's party."

I smiled and blushed a little.

She continued, "I know they teach you how to have sex with women, but Shelly said you have sex with the other puppies, too."

There were giggles from the girls and Ms. Washington had to remind them to be quiet.

Yes," I broke into a big smile, "Puppies learn a lot by having sex with each other. It's kind of important. We're not allowed to put our dicks into any part of a woman while we're at the farm so we have to put them into each other to learn how to use them properly."

Is sex with puppies fun? I like sex with girls." The question created a bit of a buzz in the class.

It is for me." I found myself laughing almost too hard to continue with the answer. "I like sex with women too, but there are just some things a puppy can't get from a woman."

Like what?"

The class was now hanging on my every word. My confidence was growing with every answer. The girls were really paying attention. It was almost like I was the one in charge. I liked the way it felt.

Anal sex, for one. It's one thing to get penetrated by a woman wearing a strap on. But there's no substitute for the real thing. And sucking another puppy is lots of fun too."

What's a strap on?" There were lots of giggles from the class. I couldn't make out all the comments, but obviously most of the girls already knew and were making fun of the one who didn't.

I giggled a little too and felt like my face was getting red. "Well, it's like a big plastic penis on a belt. A woman puts it on so she can penetrate her puppy or maybe her female lover."

I called on Shelly next. "What was it like to get sterilized?"

I shuddered and that feeling of dread suddenly came back over me. I closed my eyes, bit my lip, and took a breath. I did not want to answer this one. What I wanted was to run away. Why did she ask this question? She knows I don't want to talk about it. I was trembling. I just stood there, frozen.

Are you ok?" It was Ms. Washington. "Girls, we may need to skip this one. It's obviously upsetting to him."

I could hear the disappointment in the room.

No... I'll... I... I'll... I'll answer." That is if I could make the words come out. I took a couple more breaths to gather myself. "It's the worst... the worst thing that can happen to a puppy." I was starting to sweat. I hadn't talked about it to anyone. Shelly had asked me about it before, but I had always managed to change the subject and she hadn't pressed. "They took me to a small room with just a table in it. The room is sound proof so no one can hear you scream. They strapped me to the table and they took a big needle and they held up my balls and then stuck the needle into one of them. It really hurts even before they inject the fire." I had tears running down my face. I could still feel the pain.

The room was dead silent. A girl raised her hand. I nodded for her to ask.

Don't they give you something for the pain?"

I shook my head. "They said it interferes with the drugs and renders them ineffective. At first it felt like my testicle would explode as they injected the liquid. Then it started to heat up. It just kept getting hotter and hotter. It was like a fire burning inside. I was screaming by then. I wished they'd just cut it off. It would have been easier that way. Then they held up the other one. I was begging them, pleading, but they wouldn't stop. Suddenly, the pain was twice as bad. I think I passed out. "

Ms. Washington handed me a tissue and I wiped the snot from my nose. I stumbled back into my chair. I couldn't stand anymore.

I heard one of the girls say "At least it was over. If you passed out you couldn't feel the pain."

I shook my head. "No, it was just beginning. My balls swelled up to three times their normal size. The fire burned for five days. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. All I could do was scream." I was still crying, shaking. I felt dizzy. I didn't want to continue.

Stop! Just stop!" It was Shelly.

I paid her no attention. She wanted to hear the story she was going to hear it. When I finished I would never talk about it again. Ever!

On the sixth day they took me back to the dorm. The swelling had gone down and the fire was almost out. They finally gave me something to help me sleep. I was out for three days. I spent another three days on bed rest." I had to pause for a moment to gather my thoughts. "No one spoke to me except for the matrons. No puppy ever asks about it. Never. It's too terrifying." By the time I finished I wasn't looking at the girls. I had turned my back to them and was talking to the wall behind me.

Why do they do that? There has to be a better way." Whoever it was sounded rather concerned.

I sat there, breathing hard and with my eyes closed, trying to summon the strength to answer.

I think I'll answer that one. You've answered quite enough, Carlos." I was saved by Ms. Washington. "I really admire your courage. That had to be painful for you to talk about."

There are other ways to make a puppy sterile. Castration is one. That would be the surgical removal of his testicles. Or they can use other chemicals that would be less painful to prevent them from making sperm."

Then why don't they?" The voice sounded upset. I still wasn't looking so I didn't see who it was. I really didn't care.

Mistresses want their boys to grow and develop into adulthood. Castration, chemical or otherwise, partially stops that process. The testicles make a hormone called testosterone. It's very important in the maturation process of males. Without it, they remain little boys." She paused a moment. "There's another reason as well. Castration causes a reduction in sex drive. Sometimes a boy can't even get an erection. That more or less renders him useless. If he can't get erect, you might as well be having sex with another woman. So there would be no point in purchasing a puppy."

So how is this different?"

The answer to that is why they use this process even though it's so painful. Despite the swelling and the pain, the testicles suffer no permanent damage. They heal completely within a few weeks. They even continue to produce live sperm. In fact, you can't tell the difference unless you look under a microscope. Then you would see that the sperm have no tails. This renders them immobile. That's important because in order to get a girl pregnant, they have to swim into her uterus where they meet up with her egg. But even that is irrelevant. The sperm that are produced have a defect in their genetic structure that won't allow them to combine with the genetic material inside the egg. That makes it impossible to create an embryo, even in a laboratory. Once sterilized, there's no way he can create children."

After that everything was kind of a blur. I know I made it through the last class period of sixth graders. But the next thing I knew I was sitting next to Shelly on the bus. I wanted to be anywhere else. I didn't want to look at her. I didn't want to talk to her. How could she do that to me?

I jumped off the bus and ran back to the house. Shelly was calling out for me to stop. I ignored her.

What is the matter with you?" She caught up with me in the family room. Mom was in there and I hoped she'd intervene.

Tears were streaming down my face. I wouldn't even look at Shelly.

I was going to ask how school went, but I guess there's not much need. What happened?"

I went around the sofa and threw myself on the floor at the opposite end where I would be mostly out of sight. I sat with my back to the arm of the sofa, my knees up, my arms on my knees, and my head buried in my arms.

Shelly. What did he do?"

I don't know why he's acting like this. Everything was going great. Ms Washington and the other girls were very impressed. Then he gets on the bus and he won't even speak to me." Shelly was practically yelling.

Carlos?"

Just leave me alone. I don't wanna talk about it."

Well you're gonna talk about it. You're gonna apologize to me. No puppy treats his mistress like that."

Then go get the paddle. I'm not goin' nowhere. Hit me as much as you want."

Maybe I will." She paused, "No. I won't. I'm not going to give you the satisfaction. Go to the room. Get on your cushion and stay there and think about what you did wrong."

I stood and started towards the doorway. I glared at her as I passed.

******

When I got to the room I took my place on my cushion. I put my head on the pillow and covered myself with my blanket. Maybe if no one could see me, I just wouldn't exist. I couldn't stop crying. I couldn't stop shaking. I curled into a ball. At some point I realized I was sucking my thumb.

All I wanted was to be a good puppy. I wanted my mistress to like me. I wanted her to be proud. But that would never happen now. Shelly hated me. If I was lucky I'd get sold to a bordello. Bad as that was it was infinitely better than the corporate work camps. That's what happens to puppies who don't get purchased or whose mistress didn't want them anymore. I was a failure.

I'm not sure how long I lay there crying. It seemed like forever. Then I heard the door open and someone was moving about the room. It had to be Shelly. I cringed. She had to know I was awake. I was still whimpering and sniveling. I wished she'd just go away.

Are you ready to apologize?" Her words ripped right through me.

Leave me alone."

You look at me when I'm talking to you." She yanked the blanket away, dropping it on the floor.

I was still curled up and sucking my thumb.

You are so pathetic." I could hear the contempt for me in her voice.

I know you hate me. So why don't you just get rid of me and get it over with? I grabbed the blanket and pulled it back over me. I was still sobbing.

After a couple minutes I felt some movement beside me and a hand on my shoulder. I shuddered, expecting the worst.

I don't hate you." Her voice was gentle now. "I love you and I'm not getting rid of you; even when you try to make it impossible to keep you."

I rolled over and looked up at her as she knelt over me. She'd been crying. She leaned over and kissed my forehead.

Her kiss melted my anger. I didn't want it to. I tried to stay mad. I couldn't.

I'm sorry, Shelly. This whole thing is my fault."

She laid next to me and took me into her arms. "You sweet, silly little puppy. I'm not letting you take the blame for your mistress. I knew better than to ask that question. I knew you weren't ready to talk about it. I took advantage of the situation. I should be apologizing to you."

No!" I put my finger to her lips to stop her from speaking. "The matrons on the farm used to tell us that a puppy who keeps secrets from his mistress will end up hurting not only her, but himself as well. I thought it was stupid. But I never understood what it meant, until now." I had to wipe away a tear. "I should have trusted you enough to tell you. I didn't. If I had, none of this would have happened."

She kissed me again and used the corner of the blanket to wipe the tears from my face and to wipe my nose. She held me for a while. Then I rolled over and looked at her. "I've got another secret. I need to tell it to both you and Mom. I don't want this to happen again."

We entered the family room where mom was sitting on the sofa, reading.

Well," she said as she looked up, "Looks like you two have made up."

I looked at Shelly and smiled. She did the same back at me.

Mom, this whole thing happened because I didn't trust Shelly enough, I didn't trust you enough, to talk about stuff; important stuff. Stuff like my deepest and darkest secrets and fears. Stuff like my feelings, especially the bad ones. Stuff like my nightmares." I swallowed hard. I was choking on the words. They didn't want to come out. I knew they might hurt. Not me, but them. I didn't have to speak the words for them to hurt me. They already did that.

That will come with time, Carlos. No one expects you to just open up to people you're just beginning to know."

I sat in mom's lap and pulled Shelly over to sit beside us on the sofa.

I don't have time. What happened today proved that. If I don't trust you I'll just end up hurting everyone."

Mom ran her fingers through my hair and stroked my cheek.

I looked at Shelly, "If I'm going to be a good puppy," I looked at my mom, "if I'm going to be a good son," I looked back at Shelly, "if I'm going to be a good brother; then I can't keep secrets."

I hugged my mom really tight.

Mom, Shelly, I know that you both love me. I know that you won't send me away. But sometimes I ... I don't have... the confidence in myself... to believe it."

Honey, you know..."

I interrupted, "I know. But nobody ever kept me before. Everybody's always given me away."

Oh dear, we didn't have a choice..."

Again I wouldn't let her finish. "I know. They would have taken me no matter what. There was nothing you could do. But that doesn't change the way I feel." The tears were falling freely. Why was I always crying? I hardly ever cried on the farm, but it seems that's all I've done since I got here.

On the farm, it was the same. Every year they gave me away. They moved me to the next dorm, the next matron. No one ever tried to keep me. You came and visited. That made me feel special. You promised to take me home some day. Then you'd leave and someday never seemed to get there."

No one spoke. I just let them hold me for a while.

That's why, when you're angry at me... that's why I feel like you're going to give me away."

******

After my shower I headed back to Shelly's room. I expected to find her asleep. What I did find caused my jaw to drop. She was laid out on the bed, naked and spread eagle. She looked up at me and smiled.

So what are you waiting for? Get over here and get to work." She was giggling, at the expression on my face no doubt.

I was in shock. Dumbfounded.

I didn't even try to control myself. I leapt onto the bed and impaled her, ravaging her body with animalistic passion.

Ok, that was a lie. It was what I wanted to do. It was what I pictured myself doing. But it was absolutely not what I did.

What I did do was exercise the utmost in self control. I eased myself into bed beside her. I kissed her deeply, slowly, gently. I made love to her in the gentlest, kindest, most considerate way possible. I placed her satisfaction well above my own. I wanted to show her how tender, how loving, how beautiful sex could be. I had placed my trust in her earlier this evening, now she was placing her trust in me. She was giving me her body, her heart, her soul. I wasn't about to let her down.

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