MY DOGS I - A Night at the Kennels - Chapters 1-5 - Sex Stories

MY DOGS I - A Night at the Kennels - Chapters 1-5

... “Beware! Danger!” - well, this was obviously for Kong and maybe the Pitbull/St. Bernard mix but certainly not for this docile and gentle animal with such kind eyes.

I had to force myself to look away because MacGyver’s eyes gave me a strange feeling… like a warm embrace on a cold winter night. Damn, this sounded so corny, so not me. But this was the first thing that came to my mind. A warm embrace. A companion. A guard.

The duct tape on the left kennel said “Gandhi”. Now that’s… pretty damn fucking funny. “Beware! Danger! Gandhi!”. The fat dog paced back and forth on his short legs and looked at her. “Hey Gandhi!”. He stopped. “Gandhi, sit!” He sat down. His long tongue was hanging from his mouth and he waited for his next command. “Gandhi, up!”. Nothing. “Gandhi, up!” He just sat there. Well great. MacGyver barked and Gandhi looked at him. MacGyver sat down and then stood up. Barked. Sat down and stood up. Barked. Gandhi stood up. MacGyver barked twice. “Amazing!” I thought. Had this dog just taught another dog a command? “Gandhi, sit!”. Gandhi sat down. “Gandhi, up” He stood up and wagged his tail. MacGyver barked twice. “Good boy, Gandhi”. I moved closer and held up my hand. Gandhi sniffed it and then put his short, stubby snout into the palm of my hand. I caressed the soft fur, moved a little closer so I could move my hand up and down his neck. If he wanted to bite… well, it was now or never. But Gandhi just looked at me… his eyes weren’t as mesmerizing as ...

... MacGyver’s, but I did like that he looked a bit… demanding. More goosebumps. Why?

I decided to try my luck with Mr. Kong. I certainly wouldn’t let him sniff me or touch him. That dog could hurt me without even trying (or wanting to). Kong sat close to the bars, motionless as always. “Kong, up!”. He didn’t move. “Kong, up!”. Nothing. And it didn’t seem like MacGyver wanted to lend a hand (or a bark). I sighed and turned away. Kong stood up. I turned back. Kong looked at me. Could dogs look defiant? If they could, Kong did. “Kong, sit”. Kong stood motionless, closed his eyes and opened them again. “Kong, sit!”. Eyes closed, opened. I turned away and walked towards MacGyvers kennel… and then I looked back over my shoulder. Kong sat and looked straight ahead, away from me. “You don’t like taking commands, right?”. He didn’t look at me. “Well, guess what: I don’t like you either”.

I stood in front of MacGyver’s kennel. My eyes moved between him and the handle of the kennel door. “Now, this is a really bad idea…” I thought. “Mac… back. Go back!”. Mac looked at me, confused. He obviously didn’t know this command. “Mac, go back!” and I pointed my arm to the back of his kennel. He took a step backwards. “Good boy! Go back!” I pointed again. Mac walked backward, holding my gaze. When his tail bumped into the wall, he stood still. “Mac, sit!”. He sat down. I sighed. “This is such a bad idea…” I turned the handle and opened the door to Mac’s kennel. Slowly. Mac tilted his head and perked up ...