I always enjoyed coming into Mr. Peabody’s office, especially on chilly nights like this. I could recollect every single time we talked about the history of humanity, although it was my mentor who usually did most of the talking. But this time was different when that vastly intelligent dog called me to his room with an unusually chilled voice. It wasn’t the first time that I made a mistake during our countless adventures, but hopefully, it wasn’t anything that bad. I approached the large ebony door and knocked on it, while its sound echoed in the hallway.
“Come in.”
Judging by his voice, I already knew he wasn’t happy. So monotone, or rather more than typical for him. I walked inside, and saw the white-haired canine, sitting on the chair with crossed legs below his desk in the company of a bottle filled with his favorite brandy and a pack of expensive cigarettes. The dog himself stared at the glass held in his paw. I hated seeing him like that, knowing how those habits were destroying the human body and were probably more destructive for the dogs. I stood at the entrance, waiting for him to speak.
“Come closer, boy.”
I immediately walked towards the desk, gulping audibly. I just didn’t know how this meeting will go, but I truly hoped that he will not get rid of me and find another assistant, which he could do.
“Hurry up. I don’t have all night.” He coldly barked at me and I quickly stood nearby his desk, looking at my mentor with fear.
“Are you a god, Sherman?”
That question baffled me at first, but then I remembered how quizzical and philosophical he can be, especially when he drinks a few glasses of strong spirits. I wondered if it was a puzzle of some sort, but I couldn’t get any good answer, so I shook my head.
“N-no…?”
The dog sighed loudly, taking a long sip of the brandy, before placing a cigarette in his mouth, and lighting it up with a flaming match. He took his sweet time, inhaling that smoke into his lungs, and dropping some of the ash into the tray. He did all that without even glancing at me, staring at the opposite wall.
“Then why you’re trying to kill us all, huh? Ides of March. Does it say anything to you?”
His cold voice sends chills down my spine. I would prefer if he would be furious at me, shouting every single word. But that mannerism was way worse, the typical ‘I’m not mad at you, but disappointed at you’ approach I heard so much about. Of course, I knew what he was talking about. Seeing so much hate and violence in human history made me tell the truth about Julius Caesar himself and his assassination attempt. But nothing bad happened because of me, right?
“Y-yes, but–”
“Don’t you ‘but’ me, boy.” Mr. Peabody puffed on a cigarette once more, releasing a quite impressive ring of smoke, which quickly disappeared in the air. But I had more important things to focus on. “We’re doing these expeditions in the name of science and knowledge. I’m teaching you things about the history of your ancestors, not helping you straighten up their mistakes. Time itself is sacred and we’re not the ones who can alter it. Nobody has authority for that.”
“I-I’m sorry. I just didn’t want him to be killed like that. You told me how brilliant a strategist he was. Did he survive then?” I asked, curious about the outcome of my actions.
“No.” He took another sip of the brandy, before pouring himself another glass. “Luckily for you, he treated it the same as the warnings from his wife and the oracle. Julius Caesar shrugged it off and met with the Senate for the last time. That’s how it was supposed to go. Remember that.”
I nodded, immediately learning such an important lesson. I didn’t like how it has to be, but I promised myself to never make my mentor angry. I looked at the door, wondering if it was all for tonight when I suddenly heard a creek of moving chairs and the sound of bare paws against the floor.
“Where do you think you’re going, boy? We’re not done yet. You know, it’s not the first time you fucked up. I still remember many occasions when you took a ‘souvenir’ and I had to return it because of your sticky hands. You fucked up so many times that I grew tired of counting them, so now you own me.”
I immediately gasped, hearing him say the f-word for the first time. While he was approaching me, I couldn’t help myself but walk backward toward the wall. When I hit it with my back with nowhere to go, he pressed his forehead against mine, looking straight into my eyes. I could smell his breath, mixed with alcohol and smokes. Is he going to hit me?
“I gave you a simple task. ‘Don’t alter the flow of history. Maybe it sounds vague to you, but it means not taking anything back to our time or giving important pieces of information to anyone. I just can’t let it go. Others would probably fire you immediately or maybe leave you on the battlefield or perhaps in cold Russia during years of famine, but I’m different. I’m giving you a chance, so don’t screw this up, got it?”
After this tirade that made me sweat profusely, Mr. Peabody returned to his desk so he could pour yet another drink and light another cigarette. Not looking at me, I couldn’t know if we finished this conversation and I could finally go or…
“Come to me, boy. Under the desk. Chop chop.”
I wasn’t sure why he needed me there but I complied, walking back towards the mahogany desk. Seeing that my mentor was ignoring my presence, I crawled under the desk, having his lower body in full view. I could see his hind paws and groin. Since Mr. Peabody never wore any pants, I could notice his quite sizeable genitals. Did he want to show them to me?
“Now, massage my soles. And don’t forget about individual toes or between them. I want every single millimeter of my skin thoroughly rubbed. Do you understand me, Sherman? Don’t blow it.”
I could hear him taking a sip and the sound of inhaling smoke and the glass placed on the wood. Not having a choice but to oblige, I started working on his paws, knowing that they have to be sore after all these long adventures. I pressed my fingers against the so-called ‘beans while holding the left paw with both of my hands, trying to do the best job possible.
“Remember to worship them, like they’re gods to you.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but I tried to take great care of his digits, adding pressure against every spot on his paw, even massaging between the toes themselves. I couldn’t lie but this made me somewhat happy, being so close to my beloved mentor, although trying to ignore his exposed gonads between my thighs. While I wrapped my hands around the right paw trying to do the same job, I felt something pressing against my cheek. When I turned my head, Mr. Peabody immediately showed a whole set of toes into my mouth with quite a force.
“I told you to worship my paws, so suck them as well. I want them massaged and cleaned, boy.” He said coldly like he didn’t want to hear any complaints.
I let out a soft murmur, not expecting such violent behavior, but I continued worshipping his soles, coating every toe with my saliva, swirling my tongue around them, while massaging the other paw with all my skills. I thought I did a good job when he eventually pulled out his digits and let me suck on the other ones, still rubbing the paws themselves. At that moment I didn’t think of it as a punishment, since it wasn’t that bad. Could be worse. Then it hit me that Mr. Peabody probably saved worst for last.
“Adequate.” He finally said, while I wasn’t sure if it was a compliment, at least he didn’t rebuke me. I was ready to leave from beneath the desk, when he spread his legs wider, forcing me to look at his genitals once more, mostly the ballsack since the member was hidden inside the furred sheath.
“Take care of my balls now, boy. With hands and mouth. Don’t make me repeat myself.” His voice makes me shudder, not only the words themselves but his unusual tone piercing my ears. On one hand, I wanted to reason with him, but then I knew it will make it only worse. Thinking that it was all just a bad dream, I approached his bare body, looking straight at his exposed crotch.
I involuntarily took a whiff of his scent, a powerful mixture of sweat and musk attacking my nostrils, intoxicating me within seconds. Probably it was stronger than the liquid inside Mr. Peabody’s bottle. Somewhat filling his growing impatience, I took both nuts into my hands, rubbing them gently with my trembling fingers, while taking deep breaths and letting the musky scent enter my lungs.
I massaged them thoroughly, leaning closer while extending my tongue, trying to have a taste, since Mr. Peabody probably demanded that as part of ‘worshipping’. I heard his soft moan when I placed the whole gonad into my mouth, sucking on it and licking off all drops of sweat out of it, while still working on the rest of the ballsack.
Once I thought I was doing honest work, I immediately saw his member growing out of the sheath, like a pulled lipstick out of its container. Feeling that my mentor will reward me for taking the initiative, I placed my free hand around it, right before the talking dog immediately slapped it away.
“No! Bad! You didn’t earn it just yet, boy. Keep worshipping my balls and maybe I’ll let you taste my dick, understood? Slide your tongue between my cheeks while you’re at it.” He said coldly, before taking yet another sip of the strong dick, ushering me to return to my current task. I sighed, using my tongue against the ballsack, letting both nuts inside my mouth, swirling my tongue around each one. It took several minutes of massaging that stretched and quite a heavy suck when I remember his second demand.
I looked below his ballsack, taking a full view of his butt cheeks, and how ‌plump it was. Not wanting to go straight right in, I placed both of my hands outside the entrance, taking a soft whiff of his scent. Fearing that Mr. Peabody will get impatient, I finally used my tongue, licking along the valley of fur, before pleasuring the rim of his orifice, tasting the strong musk while I did my best with managing this bizarre punishment. My mentor’s paws still guided me, trying to push me forward.
Still inebriated by his strong smell, I burrowed myself between his ass cheeks, licking his asshole as deep as I could, not thinking too hard about it I was pleasuring my mentor in such a special place. I massaged his inner muscles, pressing my tongue against them, getting closer to his prostate. I was sure I did a great job hearing Mr. Peabody’s soft groans, when  suddenly I felt his paw on my head, pushing me away.
“That’s enough. Now, open wide again. That’s an order.” He said, making me watch his now rock-hard cock throb powerfully and how they know at the base was quickly forming. I marveled at it, knowing that I would never have a such penis as his. But what he wanted me to do exactly? Mr. Peabody answered my question a second later, pushing my head against the rigid member and forcing the tip inside me.
I didn’t have enough time to gasp, when the meaty pole violently entered my mouth, already reaching the back of my throat with its pointy, moist tip. He placed a second paw on my head, now having full control of my actions while I could only wrap my hands around his chair for support.
“You’re nothing but a nuisance, boy, but I will mold you into a fine gentleman. Yes, even your pathetic human brain will be capable to do great things. With my guidance, of course. And with my dick in your mouth, you sound almost intelligent, without spewing nonsense, as usual.” My mentor kept insulting me, but perhaps there was truth in those harsh words. I always knew he cared about me, but he showed it bizarrely.
His massive, thick cock demanded more attention, twitching vigorously against my tongue. Having second thoughts, I wasn’t sure how to proceed anymore, wanting to pull out and face the consequences. And just like Mr. Peabody read my mind, he wrapped his strong paws around my neck, piercing me onto his rigid shaft. I couldn’t suppress my gag, unable to breathe for a second there. He was so violent with me, I just couldn’t recognize him anymore. I even tried to look up, but he ignored me, treating me like a mere toy, that you can toss away. If that was my punishment, so be it.
The dog grunted, using his whole strength to impale my head on his meaty pole, making my face repeatedly hit against his fat, bulbous knot, fearing that he might slide it inside me as well. I made more choking noises when my mentor wheezed audibly, apparently close to release, but not without another horrible surprise. With a powerful thrusts with not only his hips at my front but also his paws around my neck, he penetrated my mouth with all his might, getting the thick past my lips. I felt how that cock shook hard, releasing the copious amount of sticky, thick fluids directly past my throat.
“Swallow it, boy. Don’t disappoint me even at this simplest task.” Mr. Peabody scoffed at me, eventually looking down into my eyes, with his whole shaft still in my mouth that I couldn’t pull out. “I’ll make you a proper fuckboy. I can promise you that.”