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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Other
  Fandom:
      Hannibal_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Will/Other(s), Will/Dog
  Character:
      Will_Graham
  Additional Tags:
      His_dog_Napoleon, Bestiality, Knotting, First_Time, Underage_-_Freeform,
      Will_is_sixteen
  Collections:
      #JustFuckMeUp_Kink_Fest
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-06-05 Words: 3100
****** Good Boy, Stay ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Will finds a stray dog and for the first time, his dad lets him keep
     it. But it quickly becomes clear Napoleon's previous owners have
     given him some special training...
Will almost couldn’t believe his luck when his had told him he could keep the
stray he found on the side of the dusty Georgian road. It was a blonde mastiff,
and clearly well-cared for, but there was no collar and they were far enough
from civilization that Will had no clue where it had come from, or who it
belonged to.
Every time he’d asked in the past, his father had always made him drop the
strays he found off at the local pound. But Will was sixteen now, had a job
cleaning and fixing engines at the dock where his dad worked, and Dad said if
he wanted to take money out of his paycheck to feed the animal, that was his
choice.
So Will researched the best food for a dog of his size and bought a big sack of
it. He got one of the safe, tear-away collars in dark blue and had a silver tag
etched with the name Napoleon. He had enough left over take him to the vet and
get all his shots, but when the vet quoted him the price of three-hundred
dollars for neuter, Will blanched and said he’d have to save up for that.
Napoleon was an extremely loyal dog, following Will everywhere he went without
needing a leash. He’d bark in warning at any strangers who approached, but when
Will laid a hand on his neck, Napoleon was calm quickly. He slept at the foot
of Will’s bed, sat outside the bathroom door while he showered, waited just
inside the front door when Will came home from school or work every day, and
covered him in slobbery kisses in greeting.
Will had always wanted a pet. People were too complex, Will couldn’t keep up
with all the demands on his attention, especially when he couldn’t look them in
the eye without seeing all their ugly secrets. Napoleon was a simple and
earnest companion, following on Will’s heels, head in Will’s lap for pettings,
generous with affection. Theirs was a straight-forward relationship, and it
only drove home Will’s intention to fill his house with strays one day, when he
lived on his own.
Late after work, Will was sitting on his bed, back propped against the
headboard and Napoleon was cleaning himself. Will couldn’t help but notice with
some fascination, the way the slippery red head of the his cock peeked out as
Napoleon licked at it. He averted his gaze, and focus on his work, but after a
moment, he had to sneak another look.
Will was mostly resigned to the idea of being a virgin forever. The couple of
first dates he’d been on were usually when he was new to town, before his
classmates realized what a freak he was, and there was never a second date.
He’d made out with his friend Joe, back in Michigan, and they’d even jerked
each other off a couple of times before Joe got a girlfriend and stopped coming
around.
That was the only real excuse Will had, for how inexplicably horny he got,
watching Napoleon lick himself. He palmed himself through his shorts, cock
thickening under his hand as he squeezed and rubbed. His cheeks flamed at the
thought of jerking off over his dog’s cock, but who was it going to hurt? He
threw his books and papers on the floor and glanced over to make sure the door
was locked before shimmying out of his shorts and reaching for the lube at the
bedside.
Will laid back on the bed and closed his eyes, trying not to focus too hard on
the wet sounds Napoleon made, licking himself, and stroked himself once, root
to tip, slow and tight. He let out a shuddering breath and braced his feet on
the mattress, and began to fuck up into his fist.
In a couple of minutes, he couldn’t even hear Napoleon anymore over the slick
sounds of his hand on his dick, and it took him completely off-guard when there
was a sudden weight on the bed and a wet, hot, sandpapery tongue licking over
the head of his cock. Will’s eyes flew open and he swallowed back a shout of
surprise at the sight of Napoleon lapping at him, big tongue licking over
Will’s hand, gathering all the dripping precum.
“Boy, no!” Will pushed at Napoleon’s head with his free hand, too close to
coming to even think of letting go of his cock. It was one thing, seeing a
cock, whether it belonged to a person or an animal, and getting aroused. It was
another thing, letting his dog lick him there.
But Napoleon didn’t listen, tongue drawing broad and hot over Will’s balls,
brushing his cock around his fingers. Will’s balls drew up tight and his cock
twitched in anticipation. If he wanted Napoleon off, he was going to have to
stop, use both his hands to pull him off the bed.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, and released himself. No sooner had he done so than
Napoleon was lashing Will’s cock with his tongue, up the whole length and over
the head, and Will arched off the bed as he came, shooting his wad all over his
chest and the bed.
Will could only stare in faint horror as Napoleon licked that up too, moaning
at the sensation, eyes drawn again to the red dart between Napoleon’s thighs.
When he’d regained his strength, Will dragged himself into the shower, scrubbed
himself clean, and dragged Napoleon out of his bedroom. He locked the door
behind himself, leaning against it with his heart thudding in anxiety, like his
father would somehow know. Everyone would somehow know, just looking at him.
No one knew, of course no one knew. And after a few nights on the couch, Will
finally let Napoleon back in his bedroom. He was never more thankful than now
for his skills on the computer, all the tricks he knew to cover his tracks,
when he used the school library early in the morning before the other students
had arrived, or even the librarian.
Research told him what he’d already suspected, that Napoleon’s previous owners
had probably trained him to respond to the scent of human arousal. Will looked
at the pictures and read the stories and felt sick to his stomach. He cleared
the search history and deleted all the temporary files and then jerked off in
the bathroom and thought he might throw up over it all.
At home, looking at Napoleon sleeping at the foot of his bed, all Will could
see were the pictures of dogs mounting women, the knots tying them together.
His conscience told him it was wrong, that those people had taught Napoleon to
do this, but his cock remembered the way that big, wet tongue had felt sweeping
over his balls and up his cock, and he’d jerked off three times already today
at school and work, but he was getting hard again.
With a sinking feeling Will was getting to his feet, locking his door. His arms
were trembling and he couldn’t get out of his jeans and boxers fast enough,
leaving them to pool on the floor. He sat on the edge of the bed, legs open
wide, and he didn’t use lube this time, just stroked over the head of his cock,
smearing precum. It wasn’t hard; precum was already oozing thickly down his
cock and on his belly.
Sure enough, within a moment or two, Napoleon lifted his head in interest. Will
saw his cock just poking out of its sheath and his ass clenched. He stroked
faster, spreading precum down his cock. Napoleon got up and padded over,
sniffing as he approached, tongue lulling. Will dropped his hands to the bed,
leaning back, and closed his eyes. If he didn’t see it...if he didn’t look…
“Oh, god,” he groaned, thankful his dad was out drinking, his voice echoing. It
was dragged out of him by the feel of Napoleon’s tongue on him. His front paws
came up on the bed by Will’s hips, and he licked for all he was worth, just
like when he was licking himself, long, slow, thorough licks, from his balls to
the head of his cock, over and over again.
Will squeezed his eyes shut tight and bucked his hips, faster and faster,
leaking like crazy. He was so fucking close, so quickly, fists squeezing the
bedspread. Even after three times, he was so quick to go off, cumming hard,
each pulse licked up by Napoleon.
He fell back on the bed, spreading his legs wider and Napoleon followed
relentlessly, still licking, licking. Will was groaning helplessly, over and
over, so close he could taste it. Within a couple minutes he was hard again,
moaning and pleading in earnest. He wrapped a hand around himself, jerking in
time with the long strokes of Napoleon’s tongue, and came again. His vision was
spotty around the edges, his head spinning.
Will pushed Napoleon off himself, and watched guiltily while Napoleon paced,
his cock bright red and slick. He whined and nudged at Will’s thigh, and Will
pushed him away again. Finally Napoleon settled down in his normal spot,
licking himself.
It became a habit. Sometimes up to four times a day, jerking off and letting
Napoleon lick him. A few times his tongue had slipped down low, between Will’s
asscheeks, dragging over his hole, and that was enough for Will to shoot his
load. And every time after, Napoleon was restless with his own arousal, humping
thin air.
Will didn’t know why it seemed worse, somehow, to let Napoleon fuck him. The
thought alone made excitement spark hot in his gut, but it seemed a step too
far. Like he could somehow feign innocence just letting a dog lick his cock
while he got off on it. But it wasn’t fair to poor Napoleon. He thought about
touching Napoleon instead, but his stomach turned. Will wasn’t ignorant of how
fucking hypocritical it was of him, but he couldn’t help it.
Late at night, after his father was passed out drunk, Will locked himself in
the bathroom and fingered himself. He couldn’t bring himself to push more than
one finger inside his hole more than just the tip. There was no way he could
take Napoleon’s cock, several inches long, and knowing it would get thicker.
Will got used to their routine, letting Napoleon get him off in the mornings
before school, and at night before bed, at least. He’d push Napoleon off the
bed, tug up the sheets and fall into a heavy sleep.
It was after work and he was stressed from assholes at school taunting him over
his rusted out pickup and from his boss giving him hell over the engine he was
working on that wouldn’t be ready until tomorrow. His bedroom door was barely
locked behind him before he was kicking off his shoes, ripping his belt loose,
stripping out of his clothes and throwing them aside.
“Come here boy,” he called to Napoleon, stroking the side of his face and under
his jaw, scratching around his ears. All the places that made Napoleon pant
happily. Will was already rock hard and he gave a weak thrust of his hips.
Going to his bed, hearing Napoleon padding along behind him, he leaned over the
bed to reach for the lube on the nightstand. Napoleon pounced, knocking Will
flat across the bed, and through his heart started to race in fear, it was just
his face Napoleon pushed into the crack of his ass, licking there as hungrily
as he ever did with Will’s cock.
Will writhed against the sheets, his panting loud in the quiet of the room, he
bit back a string of curses at the feel of Napoleon’s tongue over his hole,
again and again, so much easier to reach in his position. “Fuck oh fuck oh
fuck!” he moaned, and fisted himself, working his hand in the tight space
between his belly and the bed.
Then Napoleon was climbing up behind him and Will felt something wet against
the inside of his thigh, over and over. He buried his face in the sheets and
asked himself once if he was really going to do this, before turning and
pushing Napoleon off him.
In the pictures online, the girls had put socks on the dogs to keep from
getting scratched up. With shaky legs, Will went to his dresser and pulled out
a pair of thick white tube socks and unrolled them. Napoleon was obedient as
ever, allowing Will to tug them on his front paws. Will grabbed the lube and
smeared it around his hole, pushed it up inside as far as he could, just an
inch or two. He was so tight, and his heart and stomach clenched at the idea.
Maybe it wouldn’t work, but he had to try.
Will got onto his hands and knees. He’d read tutorials, they told him to be
patient, that it took time for dogs to learn this, but Napoleon had already
been trained. Will was barely on the ground before Napoleon was mounting him,
front paws hooked over Will’s hips, dragging his ass back while Napoleon’s hips
humped furiously.
Napoleon’s dick jabbed at his thighs and his ass cheek and Will’s breath came
fast, his vision blurred with sweat and spotty he was so light-headed, and then
he cried out when Napoleon finally hit the mark. His thin, slippery cock
pierced Will open. Once, twice, just the tip of him hitting home.
It wasn’t as painful as he’d thought it would be, but it still stung like hell
at first. But the short, fast jabs were easy to adjust to. Will leaned forward,
head resting on his folded arms, holding his weight up on his elbows. Then
Napoleon surged forward with his full weight and sank all the way inside. Will
bit his lip until he tasted blood to keep from screaming.
Napoleon fucked into him relentlessly, so fast Will couldn’t really process it.
It was all bright, hot pain at first, but Will’s body adapted. He was so turned
on it didn’t take long for him to get his hardon back, especially when
Napoleon’s cock started to thicken and fill out. He humped desperately, pushed
himself deeper and deeper, and Will started to rock back on that long cock,
moaning.
Will couldn’t have stopped it now if he wanted to, he realized. Napoleon was
heavier than he was, and he was jackhammering into Will, the whole weight of
his front half draped over Will’s back. And something about that made Will’s
cock throb with excitement. The idea of being used for someone else’s pleasure,
his own incidental.
He braced himself on one hand and grabbed his cock with the other. With each
thrust he could feel Napoleon trying to force his grown knot in Will’s ass. It
was so big Will’s eyes watered, but he shoved back to meet it each time, stroke
himself furiously. He could feel the hot cum leaking out of his ass and down
his thighs, easing the way. And then, just like that, it popped inside him,
stretching his opening wide, equal parts pleasure and pain.
Napoleon kept humping, but he wasn’t moving more than a fraction of an inch,
all that pressure against Will’s prostate, and Will came harder than he ever
had before, cock jerking over and over and over again.
“Good boy,” Will cried, voice weak and trembling, as Napoleon’s hips calmed and
he settled in behind Will to wait out his knot.
Will’s whole body was on fire and he couldn’t stop. He kept jerking his cock,
even after he stopped cumming. It was way too fucking much, just like the knot
in his ass that felt so fucking huge, but he couldn’t stop. Kept going until he
was whining and tears streaked his face, ass clenching around the dog’s cock.
Kept going until his cock was burning and aching. Kept going until he was
coming a second time, face pressed to the cold wood floor, tears drying sticky
on his cheeks.
They stayed like that, Napoleon resting heavy on him, licking across the nape
of his neck. Will was utterly spent. His insides were stretched, sore and hot,
and he glanced at the clock on his watch after several minutes, feeling panicky
as ten minutes turned into twenty, and then his cock started getting hard
again.
Will couldn’t bring himself to touch his cock; it felt raw from his treatment
of it. Instead he just rocked back and forth to feel the pull of it around his
opening and against his prostate. Within a few minutes he was moaning quietly,
a wounded sound. Napoleon shifted behind him, slowly edging back, trying to
pull free. The pressure on Will’s prostate was exquisite, with that painful
tugging that just heightened his pleasure.
“Stay,” Will begged, reaching back to pet at Napoleon’s hip. “Stay boy, good
boy.” He brushed his fingers over just the head of his own cock, barely
touching. Napoleon kept shifting, more and more of his knot stretching Will’s
opening. It was unbearable pain and unbearable pleasure, and Will fucking
wailed when he came, just from back, cum pooling in thick, white streams on the
floor beneath him.
With an audible pop, Napoleon disengaged from his spasming ass, and there was a
flood of hot cum. Will collapsed to the floor, suffering Napoleon’s attentions
as he licked up Will’s thighs and ass, over Will’s tender, stretched hole. His
spent cock jerked with interest and Will groaned, pressed a hand over his cock
as if to say again, are you fucking serious? He was almost sure if he tried to
jerk off again he was going to draw blood.
But after he’d dragged himself off the floor, what seemed like an eternity
later, wiped up the floor and sprayed air freshener, then showered for almost
an hour straight, shoving three fingers easily up inside himself to clean out
his ass, and falling into bed for a well deserved nap, Will knew as soon as his
cock had a day or so to recover, he was doing that again. And again.
Suddenly the idea of a house full of strays took on a whole new appeal. He
fantasized about getting on his hands and knees for a whole row of dogs,
letting them fuck him one after the other, and shook his head ruefully at his
cock tenting his boxers. Maybe after his nap...
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