Page 15 of Back Where He Belongs

CHAPTER NINE

BONE

Naked, Pup Freckle crawled up the stairs behind Dougie, his protruding pup tail bobbing. He felt the pressure of the butt plug filling and stretching him, and the thwack of the tail, swatting at the back of his legs as he crawled. The collar was an ever-present pressure around his throat, and a sharp tug of the leash made it clear who owned him. The pup hood made Freckle feel subdued and somehow detached from the world. He was in a calm, submissive headspace and his only needs were to play and please his master.

The small Victorian fireplace Douglas’s large bedroom kept it warm. It not only gave off a welcome heat but the flickering firelight conjured an immediate feeling of cozy intimacy.

With his head so close to the floor Freckle could pick up all kinds of scents, from that mustiness of aged timber in the old cottage to Mac, sweaty feet, and Douglas’s body spray. Douglas’s bedroom smelled the same way his old room back at his parent’s house had. Freckle inhaled a comforting scent of light sweaty man musk and spicy cologne. It brought back so many memories of when they’d been secret lovers in their youth, pretending to study and research while they were really finding secure locations to play and make love.

Mac jumped up from his doggy bed and barked a warning at seeing Douglas trailing another pup on a leash.

“Mac, it’s okay, just Freckle. Downstairs now, off ye go,” said sternly, and after a whimper of confusion, the red setter padded forward. He sniffed and licked at Freckle, and satisfied he recognized the scent of his daddy’s playmate, he trotted out of the room, and the scraping patter of paws on timber could be heard as they flowed down the stairs and into the lounge.

“Sit, stay,” Douglas commanded and dropped the leash. Freckle did as he was told, sitting back on his heels, his erection standing proud as the butt plug pressed against his prostate. He watched as Dougie left the room to close the door at the top of the stairs and prevent Mac from returning and interrupting them.

Kier had expected to be staying up late on Christmas Eve drinking into Christmas morning with his da and telling him stories of his travels and experiences in Australia. He’d never imagined that he would be fucking anyone, let alone being the one getting fucked. Kier preferred to top, but he’d bottomed for Dougie a lifetime ago, early on in their relationship when they were working out what they liked and disliked in bed.

Douglas returned, picked up the leash, gave a sharp tug, and Freckle was led further into the bedroom.

“Up on the bed,” Douglas instructed patting the soft down duvet. Freckle did as he was told, clambering onto the duvet on all fours. He turned his head and, mimicking Mac, gazed curiously at his master with wide, adoring hazel eyes, listening to the thwack, thwack sound of his tail wagging furiously. The leash was unclipped, coiled and left on the nightstand, but the collar remained.

“You know the way this goes. Communicate in barks, one for yes, two for no. After a bit of playtime, I’m gonna fuck you. Are you okay with that? I’ll go easy; I guess it’s been a while.”

Freckle panted, barked once, and let his tongue loll from his mouth. Douglas snickered and ran his flat hand along his pup’s freckled back. “There’s a good boy.” Freckle turned his head and nuzzled Dougie’s hip affectionately, then bit at the red Santa sleep suit. He growled low in his throat and tugged at the fabric.

“Let go Freckle, don’t be greedy,” Douglas laughed and pushed Kier’s head away. Completely naked apart from the collar, hood, and the tail, Douglas positioned Freckle’s arms and legs as if he were a prize pooch at a dog show. He smoothed his palms along his spine and over his milky pale arse cheeks, giving them a good squeeze and then an experimental slap. Freckle yelped. Then Dougie continued his inspection, running his hands down corded thighs covered in light reddish blond hair, and then to calves. Next, he swatted Freckles tail, making the butt plug move inside. Freckle whimpered his pleasure.

Douglas pulled Freckle’s balls back between his legs and rolled the warm eggs in his palm. Freckle let out another keening whimper, looking back at his handler with large lust filled eyes. Douglas did it again, squeezing, rolling, and pulling on his balls. Next, he gathered Freckle’s stout flushed cock with his balls and, gripping firmly, tugged at them. Freckle expelled a howl.

“Good boy. I was just checking that you’re still up to the job.” Douglas snickered. He leaned down and let his wet lips part warmly over the cockhead. His tongue took an experimental swipe and he “mmm’d” his delight at the taste of his man. He sucked and licked, and Freckle whimpered with arousal.

Dougie let go of Freckle’s genitals, and his fingertips traced the seam to his arse cheeks, which were parted by the waggy tail butt plug. Freckle shook his ass making the tail jiggle. He turned and was delighted when he saw Douglas’s mesmerized expression, watching the swish and sway of his milky pale arse and the tail. All he could use to express his pleasure were his eyes, whimpers, growls, and barks.

Freckle panted happily as his master threaded his fingers into his shaggy red hair and gave him a scratch. He playfully made to bite at Dougie’s fingers. Dougie allowed him to clasp a finger between his teeth, but Freckle didn’t bite. He began to lick and suck the finger in the same outrageous way he liked to lick and suck cock, his long wet tongue covering the whole digit with slick saliva.

While his finger was being sucked, Dougie twisted and slid the tail butt plug out of Freckle’s ass. When it was good and wet, Douglas drew the finger from his pup’s mouth and introduced it to his asshole. The finger slid inside Freckle’s hot channel, and he cowered subserviently, laying his face on the duvet, presenting his ass higher in the air. It was a need gesture. Douglas’s other hand caressed his pup’s robust musculature, roaming over his body and then back and forth over the steep curve where his lower back met his ass.

Freckle eased back to greet the thick probing finger as it slid inside stretching him, readying him to be mounted.

Kier was so turned-on that he forgot the stresses of his everyday life—of the abandoned car loaded with Christmas gifts, of the weight of deep loneliness he’d carried, and the static life he’d led in the back of beyond, Australia. Kier’s whole world began and ended with the light caressing fingertips of his childhood sweetheart playing on his skin and massaging his prostate.

“Do you wanna find the bone?” Douglas asked in an excitable voice, drawing his finger from Freckle’s butt-hole. “Come on Freckle, find the bone,” he encouraged.

Immediately understanding the game, Freckle perked his head up. He arched his brows, snuffled at the air, and then looked around the room excitedly, left then right. He dropped his head and sniffed the duvet seeking a scent of the bone. Freckle turned in a circle on the king-size bed, sniffing and snuffling until his muzzle met Douglas standing beside the bed. He rubbed his nose up Dougie’s thigh and then thrust his whole muzzle into Douglas’s crotch where he rubbed the covered erection and heavy balls against the leather of the pup hood. He let out a “Woof.”

“Good boy, Good boy.” Douglas praised, his voice becoming strained and needy as he held Freckle’s head in place so he could grind against him. Dougie pulled one of the popper fasteners open making a gap for Freckle to push his tongue in and lick at his flesh. The head of Dougie’s erection peeped through, and with his mouth, Freckle sucked and drew it out of the sleep suit. He went down on Dougie like a starving man receiving his first meal, and as he sucked he made grateful whimpering sounds at the back of his throat.

“Ohhh, you love that bone, don’t ya.” Douglas groaned, his hips flicking rhythmically.

Freckle knew exactly how to drive his owner crazy—and he knew by the timbre of Dougie’s voice and that he was unraveling. The most sensitive area of Douglas’s dick was just below the ridge of his glans. Freckle drew off the spit-wet shaft and licked at that very spot, making Douglas wantonly gasp “Ohhh Freckle,” holding his head in place and grinding against him. Freckle’s heart leaped in his chest. Pleasing his master was so satisfying.

Freckle took his time with the blowjob, occasionally pausing to look up at Douglas with dark, pleading eyes seeking assurance that he was doing well, to be met by Praise of “That’s it. Good pup” and Dougie’s glassy aroused stare as he watched his dick slide inside Kier’s leather framed mouth.

Douglas couldn’t wait any longer. “Are you going to let me bury the bone?” Douglas stroked Freckle’s head and then leaned over to his bedside table and opened the drawer then rifled inside until he clutched a condom and a pump dispenser of lubricant. He tossed them on the bed.

“I’ll bury it so deep you’ll taste it,” he threatened, his voice drenched with lust and full of promise. “Is that what you want?”

Freckle drew off Dougie’s cock and gazed up at him with a needy look in his eyes. “WOOF!” Freckle barked excitedly leaving no doubt that he wanted to be the one getting stuffed this Christmas.