The Chris Bellows' Collection

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

Lenore

It seems my fifty or so dollars are well invested. Even Judy is enjoying the scene and she is both hetero and married.

Dumping the mask, though it served to so nicely portray our crawling male friend as a canine, gives rise to new elements of entertainment. After most have closely examined Willie’s genitals, his bright pink balls dangling at a much more accessible height while kneeling on the table, Chloe guides him back onto the pool deck. Our little doggie is most proficient moving on all fours. It seems Willie is a quick learner in thrusting forth his elbows and with alacrity propelling himself by pushing forward on bended knee.

Sniffing various feet is now passé for our vinous group. Beverly has him lick her ankles and calves and I am pleasantly surprised to detect very little resistance to such abject groveling.

Interesting how I chose so well with Willie. There was something in those eyes that I doubt even he realizes hints at a certain obsequiousness.

As the sun’s angle sadly hints at rapidly approaching darkness, Willie has licked away at the boots and legs of just about every attendee. Just when it appears the entertainment factor is waning, one of the girls, Kathy, in spying the available bar supplies, decides to make use of a sizable celery stalk intended for the zesty Bloody Marys preferred by many as eye openers.

Well, when Kathy claps her hands and calls out ‘here boy’, using the pleasant yet condescending tone of a dog lover, Willie stays in role and strains at his leash to respond. A laughing Chloe follows and I assume Willie misguidedly believes someone will show empathy for his plight.

“He needs a tail,” a giggling Kathy announces.

And after making Willie dutifully lick the plump end of the celery stalk, our normally demure friend demonstrates the emboldening effects of alcohol. She steps to Willie’s rear and with a command to spread widely, brazenly parts his gluteal cleft with one hand and with the other slips the fat end of the celery into his rectum. The laughter is ear splitting. With the curvature of the stalk pushing the leafy end upwards, Willie does indeed have the cutest green tail.

Well, Kathy’s improvisation calls for another lap about the pool with more humiliating comments and of course much fondling of the green stalk. Our concupiscent group knows of course that the bulbous end abrades Willie’s prostate. Under the guise of stroking his ‘tail’, Willie’s uniquely male gland receives much feminine attention. Interesting to observe how his crawling is so comically affected. With the penetrating stalk forcing his knees further apart, his balls are more prominently displayed than ever.