Beyond the Edge (19 page)

I looked up from my phone as he came into the room, a little black towel around his hips, his body glistening with a sheen of moisture. He walked over to his dresser, opening the top drawer and taking out the ‘Flash’ briefs and a pair of socks. Then he got a pair of jeans from the bottom drawer and a short-sleeved black t-shirt from the t-shirt drawer.

As he started to dress I said, “Um, Sebastian…I think I opened the wrong drawer…”

He froze. He stared at the floor, a blush creeping quickly up his cheeks.

“I didn't mean to,” I said quickly, feeling guilty.

“It's okay. I guess you're wondering…” He still wouldn't look at me.

“Hey. Don't be embarrassed,” I said quietly.

He shook his head, still looking at the floor. “It's weird though, right? I just got that stuff. I haven't even tried it on yet…”

“Look at me,” I said, more firmly this time.

He brought his innocent blue eyes up to mine, his face redder than I'd ever seen it. “It probably seems kind of silly.”

I shook my head. “It doesn't. It's kind of sexy.”

“I saw these pictures online, of guys wearing the hoods and tails. I kinda thought it was sexy too. And, I don't know, something kind of clicked with me. I wanted to try it.”

He sat down beside me on the bed wearing only the red and yellow ‘Flash’ boxers. My gaze kept wandering to the lightning bolt over his dick.

“You really haven't tried them yet?” I asked.

“Okay, that's a lie. I tried them,” he admitted, twisting his hands together nervously.

I took his chin, making him look at me and tried to convey with my expression my acceptance of whatever he chose to indulge in. “I bet you looked fucking adorable.”

He seemed to relax and I got a shy smile out of him. “Well, I thought so.” He looked at me carefully. “You don't think it's too weird, or ridiculous?”

“No. I don't. I think it's awesome. And I can't wait to see you with that cute hood on and that adorable tail in your ass…”

He gave me the biggest smile and kissed me hard, pushing me over onto my back. I let my hands find the perfect curves of his buttocks and pulled him against me. “But, seriously, we have to get some breakfast…”

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We went to the Atomic Rooster in the Village for lunch. An artsy and casual little restaurant on Bank Street near Somerset, it was known for great food and friendly, accommodating service. Sebastian had the French toast and I, feeling brave, ordered an omelet with smoked salmon, cream cheese, and chili peppers, which turned out to be delicious. I hadn’t lied, I was absolutely starving. I guess all the fucking and dancing and fucking had taken its toll.

Afterward, we drove to the Loblaws on Catherine St. We could have walked the short distance from his apartment, but lugging the groceries back would have expended too much energy that I really wanted to preserve for something else.

Sebastian was pretty cute at the grocery store. He wanted all the normal stuff like milk, eggs, apples, etc., but he insisted on picking up three boxes of Count Choccula, two bags of Oreos, a case of Dr. Pepper, and a family size bag of Skittles. How he managed to stay so slim and eat all of that crap I had no idea. Obviously my little “pup” had a sweet tooth.

I took him home and helped him put the groceries away. When we finished I asked if he needed help with anything else. He blushed and took my hand, leading me into his bedroom. He stared at me, as if trying to gather courage.

“I want to show you what I look like.”

“I know what you look like, Sebastian.”

“I mean with the hood on and the…tail in…”

I nodded, blushing at how eager I was to see. “I'd love that.”

He looked hesitant, unsure or not bold enough for the next step.

“Would you like me to help you?”

He let a held breath out and nodded, relieved.

I walked over, taking the hem of his shirt in my hands. “You need to get naked.”

He nodded, his breath quickening. “Yeah…” He let me lift the shirt off him, then shook his head to get his hair back in a semblance of order. I laughed.

“What?” he said, regarding me curiously.

“I never noticed before. But you have some puppyish mannerisms.”

“I do?”

I nodded, my hands working to undo the button and zipper on his jeans. “You have the sweet and obedient temperament of a very well-behaved puppy dog,” I said softly in his ear.

He turned his head, capturing my lips with his. He kissed me so sweetly, so sincerely, I felt my heart swell. “Thank you,” he said.

“You're welcome. Now let's get these off. I am fucking dying to see you with that stuff on…”

We laughed as he struggled out of his jeans, socks, and boxer briefs, both of us so desperate to get on with it.

I made him sit on the bed while I went to the drawer and took out the hood and the tail. I felt my dick go semi hard.

“Ready?” I asked.

He nodded. “Are you?”

“Oh, I am so ready, Sebastian, you have no idea.” I lifted the hood and lowered it over his face. I fastened the straps on it, then stepped back.

“Jesus, fuck!” I exclaimed, because it was startling. His blue eyes gazed at me out of the hood, the muzzle and ears turning him into an adorable human puppy. Suddenly, he barked. It startled me, more by the fact of how much like a real dog he sounded than by the sudden noise itself.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I said breathlessly.

He did so immediately. The way he looked, naked, on his hands and knees with the puppy hood on—I had to get that tail in.

I remembered the lube in his bedside table, got it quickly, and lubed up the black plug. “Okay, relax…puppy,” I said. I didn't want to call him Sebastian, because he looked like something else entirely right now, and I thought it might wreck the experience for him. He made a whining, eager sound, looking back at me with those vivid blue eyes, so startling in the black puppy hood. He sounded just like a dog. Exactly.

“You want your tail, boy?” I asked.

He wiggled all over and barked again. I grinned. Jesus, this was a fucking trip! I rubbed the tip of the plug against his hole to get some lube on him, then pushed it gently in. He whined and whimpered as I did so. My hand shook, but I got it into him, and the look of that black rubber tail coming out of his ass made me rock hard. I swore, wiping my hands on my pants, standing up to get a better look at him.

“Oh…fuck…me,” I said, staring at the image before me.

A beautiful naked man, in a leather puppy hood, with a black rubber tail emerging from his behind and curving up over his back, kneeled before me. His skin smooth as a dolphin's, his prick hard and pink like a randy dog's.

He trembled and whined.

My cock hardened in my pants. “Is it okay that I'm finding this so incredibly arousing?” I asked, not sure if I should even be talking to him. He seemed to have slipped effortlessly into some obscure puppy headspace. It was so awesome.

In answer to my query, he launched himself at me, knocking me over and climbing on top of me. He nuzzled my face with his leather muzzle, then moved back and nudged the bulge in my pants. I guess he didn't mind. Then he stood over me on hands and knees and gave a triumphant bark.

Oh, this totally rocked! My own strong, beautiful boy-pup wanted to play, did he? But who was the master here?

“Down!” I commanded. “Off.”

He obeyed, as I knew he would. He moved off me, lowering his head submissively as I stood up. “Good boy,” I said, pleased.

Then he wiggled his cute little ass and the tail…wagged! Stupendous! I must've had a big stupid smile on my face as I knelt down to his level and looked him in the eyes. “Very good boy…who’s a good puppy? Hmmm? Who's a good puppy?” I caressed his bare shoulder. I could feel, I could literally feel, his excitement and his happiness.

Before I knew it he lay on his back, presenting his belly to me, just like a real dog would. Of course, if a real dog presented me with a cock as big and hard as Sebastian's looked at this moment I'd probably give him some space. But this wasn't an actual dog. This was my boy and I was his master, at least for today. I kneeled down on the floor, placing one hand heavily against his shoulder, effectively keeping him still. With my other hand I started stroking his belly slowly, moving my hand in small circles.

He groaned and panted, his cock arching over his belly above my gentle hand.

“Is this okay?” I said quietly. I didn't want to overstep any boundaries.

He breathed out a low “Mmm hmmm,” and lolled his head to the side, relaxing with the pleasure of it.

“Can I touch your…”

He whimpered, thrusting his cock into the air. I guess I got my answer.

I circled my hand closer and closer, teasing him, making him wait for it, as he whimpered again. His chest rose and fell with his excited breaths. Finally, I reached gentle fingers out to stroke his cock.

He whined and gasped, and I felt my own dick throb and become impossibly harder as I gently stroked his straining erection. The noises he made were killing me. Half dog, half human, he sounded like some weird shamanic apparition come to tempt me to the spirit world. I stroked his huge cock harder now and suddenly I wanted it inside me. I wanted this creature, this beautiful healthy boy/puppy, to have his way with me and I wanted it now.

I let go of him, moving away, while his head spun around, his eyes peering questioningly out of the mask at me. He seemed afraid suddenly, like maybe he'd gone too far and I was done, so I grinned and started taking off my clothes.

“What a good boy you are…” I murmured, keeping eye contact as I stripped. “So strong and sexy and cute and fuckable…”

He rolled onto his side and watched me, obviously wondering what I was up to. When I'd gotten naked, I sat on the floor and called him over. “Come here, boy. Come on…” I gave him my most scorching gaze. I stroked my own cock in an obvious invitation.

It seemed as if his ears perked up but I knew that couldn't happen. He got up on all fours and came slowly toward me, his head down, his eyes on mine with an almost predatory look. Oh, he knew what I was after all right. I trembled with excitement as he moved to stand over me, like he had done when he'd knocked me down earlier. I stared up at him, awed by the majesty of his stance. It was strange. As a human, Sebastian seemed so shy and submissive most of the time, but as a dog he seemed possessed of an innate confidence in himself. He wasn't afraid to dominate me.

“Do you want to fuck me?” I asked breathlessly, gazing up at this gorgeous man driving me absolutely mad.

When he growled, low in his throat, it sent chills through me, he sounded so doglike and sexy as hell. I opened my legs and used my own spit to ready myself, not wanting to ruin the moment to go searching for lube. We gazed at each other, our eyes conveying the most intimate messages as we prepared to take this to the next level.

I grabbed a cushion from the sofa, shoving it under me, lifting my ass up off the floor to give him room to penetrate me. He whined and lowered himself, grabbing my ass and spreading me to gain entrance. Our eyes remained locked as he pushed inside, his face in the puppy hood giving another dimension to our coupling. As he sheathed himself inside me, I thought of the tail. I broke eye contact to peer over his shoulder. Sure enough, the rubber tail arched over his back, quivering and wagging in time with his movements.

“Oh my God…
fuck!”
I swore, feeling the heat and power of him moving inside me. Again he seemed not to be Sebastian, but a mythical creature out of humanity’s deepest history.

We moved slowly together, my eyes back on his, connecting in some primal, instinctive way. We did this for a long time, both of us lost to the pleasure of our joining. Finally, unable to take more, I snaked a hand between us and jerked myself off to the rhythm of his fucking me. Shortly thereafter, he gave a loud grunt/groan of bliss. I felt him finish inside me, his eyes closed, his tail jerking spasmodically with the tremors of his release.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Unexpected Reactions

When he’d finished, and while he was still inside me, I unbuckled the clasps of the hood and pulled it gently off his head. He stared at me with adoration and a happy smile. His face looked flushed, from the sex and the heat of the hood, his hair wet with sweat. He shook his head again in that puppy-like way and gazed down at me contentedly.

“Kiss me,” I said. I felt his cock shrinking out of me but I wanted to maintain our connection.

He lowered his face to mine, kissing me tenderly, sweetly as he withdrew from me. Then he lay over top of me on the floor.

Suddenly we heard noises in the hallway and someone knocked on his door.

We exchanged panicked looks. I raised my eyebrows helplessly. Maybe if we stayed quiet, the person would go away.

“Sebastian?” a woman's voice asked loudly. “Are you home?”

I didn't think his face could get any redder, but it did, and he started scrambling off of me. “Uh…yeah, but I'm not dressed…just a minute, okay?”

He grabbed my hand, pulling me into the bedroom. Luckily, I still had hold of his puppy hood, so I stuffed it in his drawer when we got to his room.

He grabbed his jeans, putting them on frantically. He looked hilarious, especially since he still had the puppy tail in his butt.

“Sebastian,” I whispered, “Your tail!”

He swore, reaching behind him and gently pulling it out. He shoved it under the bedspread, then pulled his jeans up and reached for his shirt.

I ran into the bathroom and cleaned up quickly, coming out and getting dressed in the blink of an eye. “Who is it?” I asked him.

“My sister. She must be visiting from Toronto this weekend. She usually emails me to let me know.”

“What do you want me to do? Do you want me to stay in here?”

He looked at me funny as he tried to bring some order to his mop of hair. “No. Why would I want you to hide?”

I shrugged, pleased with that answer.

I followed him out of the room, running to pick up the cushion and check the floor for any evidence of our play. When I gave him the thumbs up he opened the door.