Taken Like A Dog (Patreon)

Fred had been having a beer at his usual gay haunt when this guy had asked him if he’d like to come with him and f**k his boss… like a dog. And Fred would be paid rather handsomely. Fred had been a bit taken aback. He wasn’t too sure, but the guy had said the bartender could vouch for him, and sure enough the man did confirm he was legit.

So, Fred had gone with him, hoping the man he had to f**k wouldn’t look too bad. He was taken to one of the poshest areas of town, to a very rich-looking house. In the master’s bedroom that he was ushered in, a naked man, handcuffed and ball-gagged, was sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed.

Fred was very pleasantly surprised. He was a rather magnificent man (according to his standards) whom he would have paid to have a go at (if he could’ve afforded him). And here was that man asking him to treat him bad for money.

“Well,” Fred had finally managed to say, “I don’t suppose I’ll get to know your name. And I’ve been told to treat you like a dog, so I’ll call you Fido.”

The man had nodded intently.

“So, Fido, have you been a good boy?”

The look in the man’s eyes was all the answer Fred needed. And boy! Did it make him hard.

“All right, Fido, jump on that bed. Daddy’s got a treat for his good boy!”

Half an hour later, Fred was humping “Fido” like nobody’s business.

“How does it feel, doggie? How do you like my dick up your fat arse?”

Fred couldn’t believe he was uttering such rot. But the big bloke was clearly enjoying it.

“Mmmmpff!” the big bloke moaned through his ball gag. It wasn’t a moan of pain. It was a moan of pleasure.

Fred was relieved. “This whole scene is more than a bit sick,” he thought. “But then, I’m sort of enjoying myself, I guess.”