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Isaac wanted a dog SOOOOO BAAAAD. Since he was eight, he made the request to his parents for a dog every year for either birthday or Christmas but he would only get an eye roll from his mother and a "We'll see" from his pops. What was the big deal? His grandparents raised show dogs so it wasn't like he didn't no how to take care of them.
It wasn't until last Thanksgiving when his uncle joked about how much his grandparents loved the dogs more than their kids when it clicked. His mother was simply over dogs. Dad was just completely indifferent and swayed towards mom oppinions.
BUT he finally made progress this morning as they were unpacking boxes and setting up their new living room. His mother was asking more about his feelings about moving to a new town for the millionth time since they broke the news to Isaac. He honestly was bummed out about leaving all of his friends and he had about as good a social standing a 5th grader could have, but he wouldn't let his parents know. Golden Child Syndrome.
Today, he was going to play into his parents pity.
"Um. Yeah, I am kinda nervous... Middle School is scary. It'd be nice to have a dog to come home to. Someone who I can always depend on."
Mom took a deep breath. Isaac was anticipating defeat. "Fair. We've thrown a lot at you and you barely complained." She thought for a moment. His heart practically jumped out his throat. "But you're going to have to earn it. You'll need to pay for everything for the dog. We can't take on much more with the move and all."
He hugged his mother so quickly and tightly, he nearly knocked the box of fragiles out of her hands. And now here Isaac was biking into town in a desperate search for a job or way to earn money. How many places would hire a 12 year old? He didn't know but if he was anything, it's determined.
His curly blonde hair bounced in the wind. The little town of Nottly was very bike and walk friendly which was nice. The down town square was picturesque Americana. Isaac noted all the people about with a dog on leash. His heart starting beating faster.
They were coming from a shop in the corner of a square. The window of said shop had a giant paw print logo with "Wolfred Grooming, Boarding, and Dog Service" in the center. Next to that logo was a bright white poster saying "Help Needed. Walkers and Groomers"
Was it fate?
Isaac parked his bike at a bike rest and walked in trance like. It was a very simple but cute boutique. Like a salon his mom took him to but smelled of soap and everything was dog themed. Behind the counter was ruggedly handsome man that looked straight out of a lumber yard. He was in his mid 40s and grey peppered his beard. The man gave Isaac a quizacle look.
"How can I help you, bud?" His voice was baritone. Isaac blushed but stayed confident,
"My name is Isaac McDowl. I saw your sign outside. How old do you have to be to be a walker."
The man nodded and eyed the boy up and down. He seemed impressed.
"McDowl? You don't happen to be the new principal's son?"
"I am, sir."
The man flashed him a smile. Isaac smiled back.
"How old are you?"
"12" "Perfect. Same age as my youngest . Any experience with caring for dogs?"
"Yessir! My grandparents raise show dogs and I spent the last four summers helping them at shows."
"No kidding? I'm Mr. Wolfred." He grabbed a pen and started to right on a sticky note.
"So I don't normally hire this young but you remind me of my boys and that's a good sign." Mr. Wolfred hands the note with an address on it. "Go meet my son, Jansen, here. He's caring for a client's dog there and can take you with him around the neighborhood. Test you with some of the dogs. He has no complaints and your in."
Isaac had to force himself to stay on the ground. He smiled ear to ear and shook Mr. Wolfred's large hand with both his. "Thank you, sir!" He saluted the man out of instinct. "I won't let you down." Mr. Wolfred couldn't help but laugh, "OK. Maybe you're not exactly like my kids. Don't think I've ever been saluted. I'll let Jansen know your coming." Isaac shook the man's hand again with even more enthusiasm and left the shop. Wolfred shook his head with a soft chuckle. "Let's see if my hunch is right." The older man smirked.
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Isaac put the address on the sticky note in his phone GPS and he was off like a rocket. Following the directions on his phone like a command from God. He barely paid attention to his surroundings. In no time he was pulling up to a nice looking ranch house in an unassuming neighborhood.
He double checked the address to make sure that it was the right place. He had to get everything perfect. So much was at stake. He knocked on the door with a bright smile. Moments went by and... nothing. He knocked again. A slow panic started to seep into the boy's mind. Did he get the address wrong? Nope.
Of course! Jansen is probably in the backyard with the dog! He walked towards the backyard and called, "Jansen? I'm Isaac. Your dad sent me." No response but he did hear something.
A faint, muffled sound, like someone had their mouth covered. Isaac was hesitant but continued to open the tall gate door. It was a sign of life and he wasn't going to give up now.
Isaac walked into the backyard, following the growing sounds becoming more like moans. He turned the corner and froze. In the grass was a large, panting St. Bernard and standing over a boy Isaac's age with short auburn hair and freckles.
The boy was on the ground, like he was doing situps but was bobbing his head back and forth between the dogs back legs. In the boys mouth was the dog's long, thick, and veiny dick. The corner of the boy's mouth, glistened with liquids. Isaac couldn't move.
Trying to process everything that was happening in front of him. But it wasn't disgust, horror, or any kind of negative emotions. He was trying to comprehend his luck.
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We need to pause for a moment to understand exactly why Isaac was so eager to get a dog. As said previously, he started asking when he was eight but that was after a particular event that happened. That summer, he did his first "big trip" to stay with his grandparents for a month. It was a great time. His grandfather's passion was raising pure-bred English Labradors. Being 8 was not an excuse to get out of helping with the kennels. In total, there were 3 studs. One for each color. Two bitches.
Isaac's job was to feed the dogs through a tube system that kept the small boy from being rough housed by the labs. The kennel was more like a guess house. The dogs had lived in luxury that only his grandfather appreciated.
One of those days his grandfather was out there and was pulling the black lab stud and a bitch from the kennels and taking them to a separate shed. Isaac asked what they were doing and his grandfather just said it'd be easier to show the boy.
That day, Isaac saw his first dog breeding and grandpa explained every graphic detail, seeing it as purely educational. Isaac couldn't help but be hypnotized by the studs knot and penis when it pulled out of the bitch. Isaac was hooked. He watched breeding whenever he could, not fully grasping his obsession and thus he started to ask for a dog.
It wasn't until a Thanksgiving two years later, he had some clarity about his feelings. That year, he became an incredibly light sleeper. Trying to sleep in a sleeping bag on the floor of his grandparents, surrounded by his cousins, was not ideal.
He closed his eyes to force sleep but it was no good. That's when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He assumed it was an adult to check on the children so he pretended to sleep. The steps continued and went to the back door curiously enough. He looked to see it was Uncle Ken. The youngest, childless of his uncles. He quietly opened the back door and slipped into the night.
Isaac wondered what this was all about so he too quietly snuck out the back door. He could see the phone light of Uncle Ken going towards the kennel which was at the back of the property and far away so if the dogs barked, it wouldn't wake anyone up. After a few greeting barks the uncle disappeared into the kennel, it went silent, and the dim light came on inside.
Isaac snuck up to the kennel and heard a passionate moan. He went to a side window and couldn't believe his eyes.
His uncle was on all fours in a kennel and naked, his clothes served as padding on the concrete. Cash, the chocolate lab stud was on his back wildly fucking the shit out of the skinny man with long blond hair.
It all clicked in Isaac's head. This is what he wanted. It was the source of it all. He wasn't thinking anymore. He walked to the entrance of the kennels and entered. The other dogs barked and howled at the new human.
Ken started to cuss and try to stop but Cash was already knotted. Escape was not an option. Ken's eyes were full of panic, terror. Scrambling to use his clothes to gather what little dignity he could.
Isaac just smiled and said, "I want to do this." His uncle didn't know what to say. As Cash turned so they were ass to ass, Ken managed to finally get the courage to speak and face the boy directly.
"You don't want this. Not healthy. Be normal."
Isaac shook his head, "Nope. I want a dog to breed me." Fuck was not in his vocabulary yet.
Ken shook his head. "Guess dad's told you all about breeding."
Isaac nodded, "You're knotted. Probably won't come out for another 15 minutes."
So between Ken having an orgasam and waiting for Cash to finish, he explained how he'd been doing this since he was 14 with his father's first set of breeding studs.
"I know your feeling but you can't take a dog in this ass yet. It'd be too much" Ken contemplated. "You can at least suck him if your that desperate."
Isaac was confused and about to ask what he meant when Cash's knot popped right out and his dicm and all swung out. Isaac started to breathe heavily. His uncle sat up and called Isaac over. Isaac crawled over and his uncle grabbed the dogs deflating dick in hand.
"Treat this like a popsicle but no teeth." His uncle demonstrated. Putting the tip of the dogs penis in his mouth and sucked for a moment before stopping to say
"He's still pumping good stuff."
Isaac's mouth literally started to water. Instinct was kicking in again. And he did as his uncle did. The only thing going on in Isaac's head was. "This is right."
He nursed on the dick for as long as he could. His uncle continued to hold Cash's dick until it finally retracted back into the sheath. Isaac face was filthy with cum and sweat but it wasn't enough.
His uncle smirked. "I know that look. We got two more studs to please before bed."
He winked and nodded to Shadow, the black lab, and Sparky, the yellow. Both of their dicks were starting to poke out as they eyed the two humans. Uncle Ken used this moment to show Isaac the various ways to perform fellatio on a canine.
Sparky was first. Ken showed Isaac the proper way to jerk a dog to the point where you can suck them, lick the shaft. Isaac drank from the yellow lab like a caprisun.
When Sparky was done, Shadow was next. The black lab was all his own, ken told the boy. The boy went into the kennel. His uncle sat back on the ground to watch and jerk his penis.
Before the boy could even reach down to the dog's sheath, Shadow attacked the boy with kisses. Scrapping every ounce of cum and sweat to replace it with dog saliva. Isaac opened his mouth to say something but was practically gagged by the entry of the dogs tongue. The boy standing on his knees, the dog putting his front paws on the boy's shoulder to hold him in place. Total domination as the dog cleaned the boy's mouth.
The dog finally pulled his tongue out and the boy gasped for aired but not resting for a moment. Isaac grabbed the dogs sheath and coerced the dick out gently. The dog humped his hand and, despsite his uncle's warning, let the dog hump his mouth. Isaac gagged for a moment but found his rythym and position.
"You're a natural." His uncled muttered as he came from jerking off.
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And that brings up back to the backyard where Isaac stared in aw of the boy going to town on a st bernard bigger than him. His golden child energy faded and instinct took over.
Isaac took off his shirt. He looked around. No house was tall enough to see over the fence. He walked to the oblivious boy and dog. The dog started to wag happily and lightly bounced, finally bringing the boy back to reality.
He looked up at Isaac and he covered his hand to scream as he scrambled on the ground, word vomitting
"What the fuck are you doing here? You can't tell-"
Isaac just leaned down to hush the boy and proceed to lower his body onto his. Put his face and to his face and proceeded to lick up the cum on the boy's lips. The boy was in shock. Isaac settle his ass on his lap and could feel the erection pulsing against it. Turned back to the still erect St. Bernard.
"You going to finish that?"