Chapter 3
Food, Water & Relief
I didn't know how long it had been since Henry had locked me in the cage. It
seemed like days. My balls were still aching from my introduction to the
Masters son William. My knees were in agony from hours spent pushing into the
bars on the bottom of the cage. With almost no room to move I could only manage
to shift my knees a few centimeters at a time to try and relieve the pressure.
My thigh muscles were cramping from supporting my upper torso in such an awkward
position and my neck was aching from my head being pushed down so far. My
throat was dry and raw from the acid that remained after I had vomited. To top
it off I was cold and had begun to shiver and shake. I didn't think I would be
able to take too much more of this inhumane treatment. I guess I didn't really
believe Henry, I still thought I was human.
Many hours later I slowly became aware that I was no longer in darkness. A warm
light surrounded me, a glorious light, a blessed light. I was unable to see
anything clearly, my vision was a blur, but oh the joy to have the warmth of
that light surrounding me. From somewhere off in space and time I could
faintly hear a voice. I couldn't make out what it was saying, only that it was
there. I began to force all my concentration towards hearing what the voice
was saying, but I was delirious. The more I tried to concentrate the more the
voice sounded like insane ranting. As I managed to push back the delirium it
became very clear that indeed what I was hearing was ranting. Jumbles of words
that made no sense. Was there some other poor demented soul in the room with
me?
Then sudden realization, the ranting was coming from my own lips. The shock
sent me over the edge and I collapsed into blessed oblivion.
When I awoke I was no longer in the cage. I was laying on some kind of hard
bed or table. A blanket covered my naked body, providing me with warmth. My
vision was still a bit blurred but I could see and thankfully the light in the
room was dim. It took me a few seconds to realize the Supermarket, being naked
in the van, and that horrible nightmare......the cage, was not a bad dream.
Then I heard his voice.
"Ah, It has finally woke up".
"Did It enjoy the time in the cage", he asked in that soothing voice he used on
me in the van.
"No sir", I rasped. My throat was still raw from the vomit.
"That's good", he said as he approached the bed or table or whatever the hell I
was lying on.
"Would It like to have me place It back in the cage?" he asked with a slight
smile curling his lips.
"Oh please sir, don't make me go back in that cage", my voice crackled and
rasped and tears formed and began to run down my cheeks. I was filled with
terror. "Please sir, I'll be good I promise, but please don't make me go
back", and I broke down into a full fledge crying spell with the big sobs and
gasps, well you know what I mean.
He let me go on crying and pleading for a while, I guess he was enjoying
watching me demean myself. He let me go on until the crying spell had turned
into big sad sobs. He just stood there looking at me, his face a mask, hiding
what he was thinking or feeling.
"It was only in the cage for sixteen hours". he said, "Barely long enough to
get a taste of how bad this punishment can be. Imagine being forced to stay in
the cage for days or weeks at a time. Wouldn't be very pleasant now, would
it?"
"No sir", I managed to gasp. Just the thought of spending even another minute
in that terrible cage scared the hell out of me.
"Well then It will just have to make every effort to be a good and obedient
slave." His voice had hardened a little. "I will not hesitate to put It back
in that cage if It does not obey, so be warned".
He then got that fatherly look back on his face and the twinkle in his eye.
"Now that It has passed lesson one I have decided to give It a name. For the
next part of It's training, we will call It, Pussyboy. Has a nice ring to it
don'tcha think", he gave a little laugh and went on, "Pussyboy must be hungry
and thirsty. Must be at least 20 hours since you last had food or water."
I looked up at him expectantly. He hadn't asked me a direct question so there
was no way I was going to answer. I did not want to go back in that cage and I
didn't intend on doing anything that would get me there.
"Henry", he called, "Time to feed and water the Pussyboy".
"Yes sir", I heard Henry reply from somewhere in the room. "It is in place,
sir".
"Alright up you get Pussyboy", the Master commanded.
When I tried to sit up, sharp agonizing pain ripped through my thigh, back and
shoulder muscles. I heard myself scream in agony as I fell back down to the
bed.
"Get up Pussyboy", he growled, "I don't give a shit how much it hurts. Ignore
the pain, get used to it. Unless of course you would like to go back in the
cage."
That was all the incentive I needed. Although my body felt like it was being
torn apart, I forced myself up. Small screams of pain escaped involuntarily
from my parched lips. Finally, my legs slid over the side of the bed, my body
was bathed in sweat from the pain that coursed through every fiber of my being.
My feet hit the floor and I used every ounce of my strength and willpower to try
and push myself forward and up. I didn't make it.
My tortured legs just couldn't take my weight and I fell like a rock to the
floor. Scared and trembling, the threat of the cage filling me with
unimaginable fear, I tried desperately to get myself up off the floor. Tears
had begun to flow again. I managed to get up onto all fours, then slowly
began to raise myself to a standing position.
"Oh no you don't", he said, "stay on all fours and crawl over to Henry."
I was still hurting but with no alternative but to obey, began the painful crawl
over to Henry.
But now a new agony inflicted itself upon my tortured body. I had to pee. The
Master hadn't said anything about the toilet, and I didn't have permission to
speak. What was I going to do? Now that I was aware I had to go, that
awareness became greater and greater.
It was slow going and it was agonizing, but I made it. On the floor beside
Henry were two large, stainless steel dog bowls. One was filled with water,
the other with what looked like dog kibble mixed with water into a kind of mush.
"Your dinner is served, Pussyboy", intoned Henry in his best butler style.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. They were going to make me eat dog food.
I couldn't survive on that, could I? Unable to protest, fearing that dreaded
cage and desperately needing a drink to sooth my parched and burned throat, I
bent my face over the water bowl and began to lap and slurp up the cool
refreshing water,........ like a dog.
The water felt wonderful in my dry mouth and parched throat. I must have drank
most of it when I suddenly realized how hungry I was. I looked up and could
see the Master and Henry looking down at me with warm smiles on their faces, but
no mercy in their eyes. I took one more disgusted look at the dog food, moved
my face over the bowl and began to eat.
In all honesty it wasn't too bad, rather bland but at least it didn't taste
bad. I must have been very hungry because when it was all gone I found myself
regretting that there wasn't more. I then placed my face over the water bowl
and drank deeply again.
The need to void had not left me the entire time and had become worse. The need
to piss was wrapping itself unmercifully around my groin. What would they do to
me if I should accidentally let it go. The consequences were too terrible to
think about so I held tight. All my concentration was needed to keep my bladder
closed. I must have been giving outward signs of my desperate need, because
the Master looked at Henry and said, "I think the Pussyboy needs to empty his
bladder, he may even need a bowel movement. What do you think Henry"?
"It would seem that way, sir, from all the dancing he is doing."
"Better take him out for a walk then Henry." the Master said.
"Yes sir", Henry replied. With that he connected a leash to my collar and
said, "Come along Pussyboy".
Unable to do anything else and with a promise that I would be able to relieve my
aching bladder I painfully crawled along on my hands and knees behind Henry.
My joy at the prospect of relief was soon dampened when I realized where Henry
was taking me. Just down the hall from the room we had been in was a door that
led out into a garden. Henry went out and I followed. Outside he headed across
a lawn and not too far away I could see what looked like dog kennels. Then the
dogs started barking and jumping at the ends of the runs.
Henry headed straight for those kennels. I couldn't figure out why we were
going to the kennels when we were supposed to be going to a washroom. I wasn't
in doubt for very long. Once we reached the kennels Henry marched right up to
one of the runs. Two black labs were on the other side all excited, tongues
hanging out and slobbering all over the place. Henry bent over and undid my
leash.
"When I open the gate you will get in the cage", Henry commanded.
He then opened the gate, and the little lamb went to the slaughter.
"You have 10 minutes to empty your bladder and bowels. You had best be finished
by the time I get back and be very sure to get both your bladder and bowels
empty. It may be a very long time before you get back out here to go again."
having said that he shut and locked the gate. A small smile creased his lips
when he saw the crestfallen look on my face. He then turned and walked away.
The two dogs were overjoyed to have a new playmate. They were all over me,
licking and jostling. How the hell was I going to empty my bladder and bowels
with these two. I mean it was demeaning and unsettling enough to be naked
outside and locked in a kennel, never mind having to take a piss and a crap with
two dogs jumping all over you.
Finally my poor bladder just couldn't take the pressure any longer and piss
began pumping out of my cock which was betraying me again. It was semi hard and
piss was splashing all over the place. I tried grabbing my cock to get some
control on where the piss was going but couldn't keep my balance. When I lifted
my hand and reached back, I to toppled over, and landed right into the large
puddle of piss that had spread around me on the concrete floor of the run.
Now to make matters worse the two dogs were in their glory. Warm dog tongues
were flicking against my cock, lapping at the piss as it pumped out, causing my
cock to harden even more. Lying in the piss was not very comfortable so I was
trying to get back up on all fours while attempting to fend off the two frisky
dogs. Piss is still pumping out of my cock and the two dogs are still trying to
get at it.
Finally the flow began to lessen and stopped completely. I was now back up on
my hands and knees, but my entire left side was wet with my own piss. It was
then that I really began to appreciate the dogs for the first time. The flow
coming out of my cock had stopped so they set about cleaning the piss off my
body.
Ok, one thing down, one to go. It seemed to me that the easiest thing to do
would be to try and squat by pushing my thighs down. I attempted that but
could only go a short way the pain in my thighs was still great. But it was
the best I could do, so I started to push. In a few seconds I could feel turds
exiting and dropping to the floor of the run. Guess the dogs either heard it or
smelt it, don't know or care which, but like a bat out of hell they were both
back there. Two fucking tongues licking my ass while I'm trying to shit. That
of course was all the incentive my cock needed to rise to it's fullest. One of
the dogs was attracted and began to lick it again while the other was working on
my asshole.
While I am not into animal/human sex, I was in a bind and unable to physically
do anything except accept what was happening. For a change, although I didn't
really like the idea, it felt great and I just let the fucking dogs do whatever
they wanted. It didn't take long before I started shooting my load. But
wouldn't you know it, The Master, his son William and Henry the butler all
chose that particular moment to show up.
"What the fuck are you doing", the Master yelled. "You rotten no-good
sonofabitch. I ought to throw you back in that cage and throw away the key."
"No Master please", I pleaded. I couldn't stop them. They wouldn't leave me
alone". The tears were coursing down my cheeks again and fear had gripped my
guts. The fucking dogs which had caused this problem were still busy licking
my ass and cock. Unable to lift my arms high enough to fend them off without
falling over, I had to just endure the indignity of it all.
"Well let me tell you this kind of behavior will not be tolerated", he
reprimanded. "You will have to be punished. Get the miserable fuck out of
there Henry",
"Yes sir", says Henry in his very Butler'y voice. He walked over to the gate,
unlocked and pulled it open. As He was unlocking the gate I was making my way
to it. The two dogs were still having a grand time licking me. Young William
stood there the whole time, not saying a word, but a big smirk on his miserable
little cherubic face. I didn't like that boy very much after what he did to
my balls, I liked him even less for that merciless smirk.
When Henry opened the gate he gave a one word command, it was too quick and
unexpected for me to grasp exactly what it was. But the instant he gave it both
of the dogs sat and didn't move. Now why didn't he give that command when they
first arrived and he saw what the dogs where doing to me? Then it dawned on my
slow, dense brain. This was all a set up. I was put in this cage on purpose
knowing full well what those dogs would do. And now I was going to be punished
for something that I had no control over. I was going to be punished because
the Master wanted me to be punished. All of these thoughts were running through
my head as Henry refastened the leash and we all started walking, well the three
of them walked and I crawled, back to the mansion.
What would the punishment be? A return to the accursed cage? Fear was gripping
my guts on that long crawl back and with that fear came another problem, I had
to pee again.
