A gay story: My Life as a Little White Dog
Note to Reader: This is a sequel to “Humiliated at The Halloween Party”. I strongly recommend reading this series in order.
My Life as a Little White Dog
Chapter 1: A Terrifying Discovery
I attended class the following week distracted. My humiliation from the weekend was all I could think about. I reran the memories over and over. I was in dire need of a cure for my embarrassing thoughts.
Reggie missed the first few classes that week. Inevitably, he came to class toward the end of the week. I had a hard time sitting next to him. It felt as if he could see right through me. I didn’t say a word to Reggie during class. I tried my best to pretend he wasn’t there.
When the bell rang, I made an effort to leave. Before I could get up, Reggie grabbed my wrist and pinned me to my seat. I didn’t try to fight him. For some reason, I wanted to hear him out.
Reggie cryptically recounted my degrading weekend. I had no words. My face was beat red hearing about it. He told me he could help make sense of what happened if I came by the football house Friday night. I didn’t necessarily believe him, but I was desperate for answers.
I was told to text him if I was interested. We went our separate ways after the short conversation. I left class and headed home with a big decision to make.
On the way back to the dorm, I ran into Sam. I hadn’t talked to him since Friday before the party.
“Sam! Hey man!”
Sam stopped and stood with me.
“What’s up Tyler? Why didn’t I see you at the party this weekend?”
The good news was he didn’t recognize me. The bad news was he was at that party. Of the two white people I saw, neither looked like Sam. The other boy dressed as a pet was too big to be him. If the pet was ruled out, that would only leave the sexy maid.
“Yeah, I didn’t end up making it. Just too short of notice you know? How was it?”
Sam looked nervous as if he was hiding something. He kept avoiding eye contact which was strange for him.
“Oh…umm…it was cool I guess. I didn’t really know anyone, but everyone there was nice.”
While Sam stumbled through his response, I noticed a dangling earring from his right ear. It was a tiny black spade attached to a small chain. Sam hadn’t pierced his ears up until the week of the party. What was more concerning, however, was that they matched the earrings of the maid from the party.
The realization hit me like a truck. I thought the maid looked familiar. With the mask covering his face, I couldn’t tell it was Sam. Not only did I find my cross-dressing friend hot, I watched him suck a linebacker’s cock.
I quickly brought our conversation to a close and rushed back to my dorm. Thinking of Sam dressed as a maid sickened me. Besides, I had enough to think about already.
Chapter 2: Return of The Football House
I struggled with my thoughts for the next two days. I knew going back to their house would almost guarantee more humiliation. Regardless, I couldn’t live with these feelings unresolved. It had only been one week and I was already losing my mind. I threw caution to the wind and texted Reggie.
That Friday night I skittishly arrived at the football house. The events from last weekend continued to haunt me. Returning to the place where I was disgraced by Reggie and his friends unearthed all sorts of feelings. Despite my regretfulness, I desperately hoped Reggie’s remedy could resolve my conflicting emotions.
I gave a hesitant knock on their front door. My heart pounded as I waited for someone to grab me. Before long, one of the offensive linemen from the party, Zaire, answered. Chills raced down my spine. He may not have recognized me, but he saw every bit of my demeaning performance last weekend.
I entered a familiar scene. The living room to my left, the dining room to the right, everything was how I remembered it.
I slowly made my way into the living room where I found the crate I was locked in at Reggie’s to the left of the couch. A strange energy emanated from the enclosure. I zoned out and stared as if I were hypnotized. My body felt like a magnet being pulled toward it against my will.
Reggie’s voice snapped me out of my trance. His footsteps emerged from down the bedroom hall.
“…C’mon Chichi! Let’s go see your brother!”
My face flushed. As Reggie rounded the corner, a familiar face crawled behind him. My stepbrother was naked and leashed like the boy from the party who fucked me.
“Yo, what’s good bro! I’ve got a surprise for you. You recognize this playful little thing don’t you?”
My stepbrother Max was a symbol of leadership and strength throughout my life. I had looked up to him from the age of 6. For the first time, I found myself looking down at him.
Max was an attractive man. He had masculine confidence, a clean-shaven jawline, stylish short black hair, and a nice tan. His lean, muscular body looked much smaller from above, however. Compared to the big black football players who held his leash, he looked like a pathetic lap dog.
Reggie pulled Max on a short black leather leash tethered to a thick black leather collar. Drool dripped from his mouth which was forced open by a tightly fastened ring gag. Outside of these restraints, his body was painfully observable.
Unlike at the party, there was nothing restricting the use of his limbs or anything covering his eyes. The nose hook dawned by the boy at the party was missing as well as the furry tail. Instead of a tail, a plug with two small gold bells dangling from a 5″ chain was lodged in his ass. With nothing obstructing Max’s vision, he recognized me immediately.
Reggie yanked his leash.
“Chichi, greet him like you were taught.”
My stepbrother kept his eyes on the ground as he slowly crawled to my feet. He kneeled before me with his fists on the ground. With hesitation came a vulnerable gaze up at me.
I cringed at the dumb look on his face. His tongue dangled from his agape mouth as he panted. His wide puppy eyes begged for attention.
While unpleasant, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His predicament overwhelmed me. Suddenly, I felt Zaire’s heavy hand grab my shoulder from behind.
“I think he wants you to pet him. Go on, don’t be shy.”
I was paralyzed with fear. Seeing Max shamelessly following commands like a bitch disturbed me. I wasn’t sure what they held over him. Regardless, if Max couldn’t oppose them, neither could I.
I leaned forward and ran my fingers through his hair. The awkwardness forced my eyes shut. After a couple of pats, I withdrew my hand.
Reggie called from behind Max.
“Chichi, heel!”
Max turned back to Reggie on all fours. He urgently crawled to his right side and kneeled next to him. He lifted his fists to his chest and looked up at Reggie.
Reggie delightfully looked down at Max as he patted his head. He spoke to him in a patronizing tone.
“That felt good huh? Shall we show your little brother what a good boy you’ve become? Let’s show him what we’ve taught you.”
Reggie commanded my stepbrother to perform a series of embarrassing tricks. Sit, roll over, paw, etc.
It hurt to watch Max submissively roll on his back while Reggie rubbed his stomach, tickled his sides, and squeezed his balls. The memories of my violation in the kitchen resurfaced. Being defenselessly pinned to the floor and groped by large black hands was so defeating. Watching it happen to Max only amplified my feelings of inferiority.