“Isn’t it unnecessary? We’re just going to stay in the room anyway. It’s a hassle to strip them off one by one… The weather’s nice, too… Right, George? A dog doesn’t usually wear clothes.”“Yeah.”George kissed Hugh’s cheek with gentle affection. They pressed their cheeks together as they looked down at me. George said, “Shall we take out all their clothes and burn them?”“Good idea, George.”This time Hugh kissed George’s cheek.“But how do we burn them?”Simon, who had been sitting in silence the whole time, spoke up.“There’s gasoline for the winter stove in the school supply room.”The three boys began talking among themselves.“Where should we burn them?”“Wouldn’t the fireplace do?”“That’ll make the room too hot.”“Then we’ll sleep in another room today. No one’s in the dorm anyway.”“What if we just light them with matches?”“That won’t catch properly. They won’t burn completely.”……“All right. I’ll go fetch the gasoline.”Their conversation ended. I sat between them in a daze. Hugh looked at me intently.“What are you doing? Not taking your clothes off?”I nearly bit my lip. If I had, they’d have been suspicious. I feigned nonchalance and stripped off the clothes Simon had dressed me in. I removed my underwear, slipped off my indoor slippers and socks—standing completely naked, save for the dog collar and leash around my neck. I sat with my legs together, covering my genitals. I wanted to die of shame. Hugh stroked my head with satisfaction.While George held my leash and kept watch, Simon gathered every piece of clothing and stuffed them into the fireplace—underwear, socks, the school uniform, even shoes and slippers. Meanwhile, Hugh returned from the supply room carrying a large can of gasoline.They scarcely needed much gasoline. Once Hugh poured it over the clothes and I threw a lit match, the flames roared up in an instant. Until then, I had tried to think of nothing, merely observed the situation. I emptied my mind like a fool, pretending to borrow someone else’s body. Everything became much easier, though I knew it wasn’t a normal response.I simply couldn’t bear it. Facing the blazing fireplace in midsummer made me dizzy. I wondered if I’d gone too far. Could I really take revenge on these boys? Could I even survive them, let alone exact revenge? Perhaps, in some unconscious moment, I was already becoming their dog…Anxious doubt and fear swelled within me, burning as fiercely as the flames consuming my clothes. I tilted my head up and looked at the boys’ faces. The three tall figures standing before the fire glowed red with its heat. The dancing flames reflected in their eyes, making them gleam oddly. I stared numbly at their right hands, poking and shoving more clothing into the blaze.Perhaps the opportunity had already come and gone. The one chance I could never afford to miss—the chance to follow the knife out of their grasp.“Are you crying?”George’s face suddenly filled my vision. He cocked his fiery-red face and then said slowly, “You’re scared.”“Poor Raymond.”Hugh, who’d been standing before the fireplace, stepped toward us. He knelt down, pressing his forehead to mine. His deep blue eyes shone with a mixture of mischief and excitement. He rubbed his nose against mine and kissed me lightly. Pulling back, he cupped my cheeks in both hands and smiled softly.“Was it hard?”I nodded obediently. George, unusually gentle, sat down beside Hugh. They sat side by side, gazing at my face as if reading my mind—the fear that had once shaken me before the hearth, the intolerable anxiety and longing for that missed chance.Hugh brushed my sweaty hair aside. His touch felt like the sweetest affection.“You were afraid of us, weren’t you?”“Don’t be afraid.”George spoke in a rare tender voice. His large, thin hand slid around my nape and gently pressed me down to the floor. I lay down, resting against his hand. Simon, who had been watching us by the hearth, rose and left without a word. No one paid any attention; only I watched him go with pity. Simon hesitated for a moment, and then the sound of his departure echoed through the room.Two boys’ faces loomed above me. Hugh kissed me first. His smooth, firm lips met mine. The stifling, dry air and the roaring fire made all our bodies glow with heat. Sweat trickled down Hugh’s cheek. The two of us mingled tongues as if lovers.While I kissed Hugh, George licked my ear. His lips leisurely moved to my cheek, then to my mouth. Incredibly, the three of us pressed our lips together and entwined our tongues. We continued until our teeth clicked together. We paused, exchanged mischievous laughs as we met each other’s eyes, and then slowly resumed kissing.Their warm hands roamed over my body, gently rubbing my nipples, caressing my chest and sides. My tension melted away; I felt good.I fumbled with Hugh’s shirt buttons; he rewarded me by softly nibbling my earlobe. I undid his shirt and then George’s belt buckle, slowly lowering his zipper before tentatively sliding my fingertips into his briefs. He was half-hard.Instinctively, I turned to George’s groin, pressing my face there. Their gentle strokes soothed me as they brushed down my spine. The warmth and softness of lips on my nape, and the playful flick of tongues along my vertebrae, made my back arch and tremble.An unseen hand wrapped around my cock. The palm felt hot. I took George’s shaft into my mouth and let out a soft moan. From behind, I felt the leash tugged gently. Straightening my back and turning my head, I met Hugh’s kiss from behind. He wrapped me in his arms and shook my cock. I could feel George suckling my nipple. Their bodies, hot and sweaty, pressed against me—slick and gleaming.The fireplace flared up as if to match our heat. I had no thoughts… no ability to think… It was just hot. Our bodies felt so fired up that we were melting together. Heat filled my lungs until I gasped, and then… ah, ahh… it felt so… good… so good…When it was over, we lay tangled on the carpet by the hearth, smeared with sweat and cum. I couldn’t tell if the dripping from my butt was semen or sweat. I had come twice and sweated so much I had no strength to move a finger.We lay side by side, legs entwined, breathing quietly. My eyes kept fluttering shut—I was so sleepy, so exhausted. I wished Simon would return to wash me and put me to bed. I wished they’d give me that injection, that sedative, so I’d fall asleep quickly…Drowsing, I rested my forehead on George’s arm. He stroked the back of my head tenderly. I nuzzled into him like a child craving affection. Hugh, lying leisurely beside us, was the first to stir. Naked, he walked to the hearth and stared at the still-glowing flames.“I should put this out,” he murmured.“Let’s call the matron to clear it. I don’t know how to handle it,” George replied.“What about our puppy?”George pressed a kiss to my forehead as he asked. I burrowed into his arms. Though we were a mess of sweat and fluids, it didn’t feel unpleasant.At George’s words, Hugh returned to us. Leaning down, he nuzzled my cheek and whispered, “Oh, you’re so pretty.” His voice was sweet and tender.“My pretty puppy.”“Sleepy? You look sleepy.”George kissed my ear. “Shall we wash you and put you to bed?”Hugh teased me with a playful lick of his lips.“No. The matron’s going to want to do that. And she’ll clear out the fireplace…”Hugh lightly sucked my lips, then rose to his feet. George followed suit, and the two boys began collecting their clothes. I lay on my side, watching George’s white, pretty foot slide into his briefs and his trousers. His toes were tinted pink—so cute. I leaned over and kissed his toe, licking it. George laughed at the ticklish sensation.Once dressed, George fastened my leash to the sofa, stroked my head once, and then stood. The two boys left the room together. I stayed where I was, watching them go in silence. Hugh waved back at me. I was left alone in the room. So sleepy, so tired—I didn’t want to think about anything. I closed my eyes and drifted off.I woke again when my head kept hitting something. Opening my drowsy eyes, I saw a man’s face before me. It was the matron. He grabbed my legs and spread them wide.What was he doing? I stared at his face in a daze, as if ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ in a dream, then looked down. He was thrusting his cock into my hole and moving his hips back and forth. I watched the surreal sight of the dark red shaft sliding in and out between my legs.How long had this been going on? Before I was fully awake, the matron came. I felt the strange spread of cum inside me. He withdrew without a word, zipping up his trousers with a rigid expression. I lay spread Eagle as he had arranged, looking up at him.He untied my leash from the sofa and yanked it hard. My neck choked and I fully woke with a cough. As I tried weakly to pull myself up, he kicked me mercilessly in the thigh. I fell face-down to the floor. Crawling on all fours, he finally began walking. He held my leash and led me across the living room and out of the room.Outside the room, the fireplace’s heat was gone and the air was much cooler. The matron walked slowly, so it wasn’t hard to follow him. But cum was leaking between my legs, staining the floor. I trailed behind, glancing back at the mess I left. Going down the stairs was hard; my head buzzed as I bent my knees. I saw no one on each landing as I descended.At the front hall stood Hugh, dressed neatly, alone. Without a word, he took the leash from the matron. He smiled kindly and then led me out of the dormitory. My vision whitened in fear. Hesitating, I looked back at Hugh. He took a step closer.Hugh said softly, “We have to go out. It’ll be the last walk.”He gave the leash a gentle tug. The movement felt like more than a neck pull—it was as if he were pulling my whole body. I reached out and braced my hand on the ground. The stone steps outside the entrance weren’t carpeted, so they were coarse and hard. I looked up at Hugh. He patted my nape affectionately and then began to walk. I followed him, crawling down the steps.The scorching summer sun beat down, but it was cooler than the dormitory with its blazing fireplace. Drought had left the grass brittle and dry as I crawled across it on my knees. From my low vantage, everything looked new. Before me was Hugh’s legs moving at a leisurely pace; right under my nose was the grass; beyond that, the empty courtyard lay silent and peaceful.I glanced at the school’s many glass windows across the yard. Someone might be watching us from one window, but it didn’t matter. I was just taking a walk.Hugh occasionally stopped to check that I was keeping up. He waited for me and, when I caught up, stroked my head. Crawling after him made me sweat again. We passed the polo field and soon saw the stables in the distance. Hugh led me toward them.As we emerged from the stall, Jérôme spotted us. He paused, leading his horse out. Hugh brought me closer to Jérôme and handed him the leash. Jérôme gripped it and yanked me toward him. I crawled beneath his booted foot and sat obediently.“Reminds me of Christopher,” Jérôme said lightly.“You used to walk Christopher, didn’t you?”“Huh, Chris? I wonder how he’s doing.”Hugh murmured, lost in the memory, then brightened.“I’m not going to keep Raymond as a walking dog. I need you to do me a favor.”“Me? What for?”Jérôme asked in puzzlement.“Give the puppy a wash.” Hugh said with a grin. Jérôme frowned.“You come up with some strange chores.”“You should give him to Simon—he’d be much happier with him.”“Wash him in your stables and take care of his training, too.” Hugh said.“Simon does everything for him; he’s not trained at all.”Only then did Jérôme look down at me. A silence fell. At last, he spoke.

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