This story is fiction, a figment of my warped imagination. Should the
characters in this story even remotely bare similarities to any real person,
living or dead, it was purely accidental and any such similarities are strictly
coincidences.
This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate gay sex. If
it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location, then
please don't. If you are offended by acts of homosexuality between consenting
and non-consenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.
The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior discussed
in this story. It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts
described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what the hell
they are doing.
Story codes: M/M/Anal/Oral/Bond/NC/Spank/Hum/cbt
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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A Daymare on Kelly Street
by Rob
Part 4.
I was left alone for days. No one came near the cell room. My bladder was full
and needed emptying. My stomach was rumbling because it was hungry, but no one
came to feed me. I had a deep thirst, but no one came to bring me water.
Finally, unable to hold my bladder any longer I walked over to a corner and
emptied it. I went back and sat down on the cot. In many ways, being left
alone was worse than having them in here beating on me. The not knowing what
was going to happen or when, was really beginning to mess up my head.
The hunger pangs had long since left, I just felt an emptiness inside, but I
would have done almost anything for a drink of water.
The cell room had no windows. There was a single light in the centre of the
room and it never went out. There was no way of knowing just how long I had
been left alone. I knew it was at least a couple of days.
I had pissed in the corner a dozen or more times and it was beginning to smell
pretty bad. My piss when it came was a deep yellow now and there was not much
volume. I finally came to the opinion that Charlie was going to starve me to
death. Just leave me locked in here until I croaked.
He could then dump the body somewhere and there would be no evidence of foul
play. Who would be able to prove that I was murdered by starvation. I cried a
few times because I didn't really want to die. I just didn't want any more of
that horrible pain.
My broken forefinger ached and throbbed the whole time. The splint came loose
and the gauze holding it unraveled. It was not easy getting gauze wrapped back
around the splint, but I managed. Only causing myself to scream from the pain
about a dozen times.
At the end of what I thought was the third day, I lay down on my cot and went to
sleep. When I awoke, on the morning of the 4th day, I sensed I was not alone
and quickly looked up.
They were all back. Pat was sitting on the table, Charlie was in his chair in
front of the cell door. Pete and Larry, standing behind Charlie.
"Ah, sleeping beauty awakens." Charlie taunted.
I took one look at him, got up from my cot and went to the centre of the cell,
turned my back to him and sat down facing the cinder block wall. Fuck him, I
was not going to give in. His damned taunt pissed me off and my resolve to give
into him vanished.
Well my sitting down with my back to him was the straw that broke the camels
back. The chair creaked almost the moment I sat down. Charlie was getting up.
"Prepare him." he growled.
That was all, just, "Prepare him". Then I heard him leaving the room.
"You have made a very big mistake shitface." Larry said. "Within a very short
time you are going to regret having done that. Everything that has happened to
you up until now will be like a picnic compared to what is coming."
I just ignored him. They unlocked the cell door, came in and picked me up under
the arms. I was very weak, I had not had anything to eat except that vegetable
soup a few days ago. I was frightened but did not let it show.
They took me out and placed me on the table. I noticed that Pat had left the
room. I was completely at the mercy of Pete and Larry and I knew they had no
mercy in them at all.
Pete went over to a cupboard and pulled out a box. He brought it over and
placed it on the small tray beside the bed. They pushed me down so I was lying
on my back.
Pete opened the box and pulled out what looked like a big furry mitten with
sleeves. He pushed my hand into it, careful not to dislodge the splint.
Inside, my hand slipped into something that seemed to be hard plastic. There
was, what appeared to be a Velcro fastener at the wrist end, which he fastened
tight. The sleeve end was elastic and gripped my upper arm. I would not be
able to get this thing off without help.
He tossed the mate to it to Larry. He forced my other hand in and fastened it.
When he let my hand go I brought it up to look and couldn't believe what I saw.
It was a big dogs paw. It had toe nails and everything. My hand was inside
this thing but I couldn't move my hand because of the rigid plastic.
They then flipped me over. Larry grabbed my left ankle and brought it up until
it was touching my ass. Pete slipped a belt or something around my thigh, up
and over my ankle and fastened it. My foot was now effectively bonded to my
ass.
They did the same with my right ankle. Then from the box they took out this
really weird looking fur legging. They slid my bent up left leg into it and
fastened it so it wouldn't come off. They pulled another one onto my right leg.
I was then flipped back over onto my back. My legs of course would not go down
onto the table, my feet acted as a wedge. They were sticking straight up. The
covering on my legs made them look furry and at each knee was a big dog paw. It
finally dawned on me what they were doing.
Charlie had said the other day he was going to turn me into a dog. Damned if he
hadn't meant it. These two idiots were adding the little touches that would
make that a reality. Tears began to form and flow down my cheeks.
"Ah look the little asshole is crying again." Larry teased. "What are you
crying for asshole. We are not hurting you. Charlie has forbidden us from
doing anything that would cause you physical pain. So you can stop your fucking
blubbering." then he laughed.
The worst was yet to come. From the box they pulled a little contraption that
looked like a dogs shiny black nose. When it came into better view I could see
that it was a dogs nose and had a piece that would fit right over my eyes. The
thing had a set of eyes set side ways.
They placed it over my eyes and strapped it into position. Well when they put
it on me I knew that life was going to be hell from here on in.
The device had little mirrors inside. It fitted completely over the eyes, but
still allowed me to see. Charlie being the evil bastard that he is, had this
thing designed so that the poor bastard that wore it would have only limited
vision. What he could see would only be from the sides, not straight ahead.
Once it was in place I felt completely disoriented. The human eye was designed
to work in concert with its brother. It does not work very well as an
independent entity unless the other eye is blind or the vision cut off. In
order to be able to see the wearer would have to close the eye opposite to the
side he wants to see out of.
As well, the human eye was designed to see straight ahead. With each of my
eyes looking independently to one side or the other, I could not focus on
anything. This devilish little device would cause me more problems in the weeks
and months ahead then all of the other nasty things that were about to befall
me.
The next item to add to my misery was a little black strap device that went
around the root of my cock and around my balls, separating them. It didn't feel
very good, but there was nothing I could do to stop them.
The last item out of the box was a big bushy tail that matched the coloring of
the fur on my legs and arms. How the hell are they going to attach that to me I
wondered. I didn't see any straps.
That question was quickly answered to my horror. Pete held it up to my face to
taunt me. At the root end there was a dildo about 3 inches long and 2 inches
in diameter. Attachment methodology now understood, I shuddered.
They forced me to get on all fours, that was now literal, because that is what
I had, four legs. With paws for hands and paws at my knees for feet. It felt
awkward and with my ankles forced up and bound to my thighs, I was very
uncomfortable.
"Spread your fucking legs Dog or we will do it for you." Larry commanded.
I just gave up and did what I was told. Larry lubed up the big dildo and
forced it up into my rectum.
"You make sure you hold that at all times Dog, because if you shit it out you
will pay the price. You are already in a mess of shit so why make it any worse
for yourself." Pete cautioned.
The dildo was very uncomfortable. But I was able to hold it with no problem.
They both stood back and admired their handiwork. Pete went back to the
cupboard and returned with a heavy, black leather dog collar. He fastened it
around my neck. I hadn't seen the leash in his other hand until he fastened it
to the collar.
They both lifted me up and placed me down on the floor on all fours.
"Come along, doggie." Larry called playfully while tugging on the leash.
Having no options, I followed as he walked forward a few steps and stopped.
"Oops, almost forgot." he said as he bent down and positioned himself so he was
looking into one of my eyes.
"From now on you are a dog, Dink. You will act like a dog at all times. If you
fail to do so, you will be punished. You must never speak human words. Never.
It doesn't matter what, never speak a human word. You will be taught how to
communicate in doggie language once your doggie training starts. "
"Until you learn doggie language, bark once for yes, twice for no. They are the
only barks that will have any meaning until your training." he smile crookedly
as he said that.
"If you have to take a leak or shit you will go to the door and whine, just like
a good little doggie would. If you ever mess on the floors, like you did in the
cell, you will be forced to clean it up, with your tongue."
"Well Dink, this is the last time for a very long time that you will be
addressed as an intelligent being. From now on you are nothing but a stupid
dog."
He stood up yanked the leash and headed out the door. With tears falling down
my cheeks I tried to keep up.
It was very awkward trying to walk on my knees with my ankles fastened to my
thighs. Thankfully the dog paws on my knees provided a good buffer to protect
them, otherwise this could have been a hundred times worse.
The hallway we were walking down was long and very dimly lighted. I had no idea
where we were going. I had been unconscious when they brought me in.
As we came up to a door, Larry finally slowed down. He opened the door and went
through, I followed close behind.
Because of the device over my eyes I could not see into the room we entered
right away. When Larry stopped to close the door I turned my head to the left,
closed my left eye and took a look with my right. I almost shit myself, it was
the fucking bar where this all had started.
Charlie was sitting in the same chair that he had been sitting in the first time
I entered this bar. He turned and looked as we entered, a big smile curling his
face. The bastard was gloating. Well fuck him, he wanted a dog, well he was
going to get one. But this dog would not be his, it would be Pat's. See how
the prick liked that.
"Well, well boys. Look at this we have a fine new doggie. He will make a great
mascot for the bar don't you think?" he called out loud enough for everyone to
hear.
All faces turned to me and I felt like a piece of shit. I am sure my face went
red. No one seemed to care, they were having too much fun.
Larry tugged the leash and took me over to the table where Charlie was sitting.
He handed the leash to Charlie then went and sat down at his usual spot. I just
stood there on all fours, feeling like a complete idiot. I closed my eye
because it was less disorienting then trying to keep them open.
Charlie brought a hand down and started rubbing me behind my ears. Well, I
thought, time to be a dog. I didn't like being rubbed behind the ears so I
showed my displeasure by growling. Turned my head to the right and opened my
right eye.
Charlie removed his hand right away. He looked down at me with a frown on his
face. That frown made me feel very happy inside. He went to start rubbing
again and I growled again. He pulled his hand back. Now I could see some red
starting to colour his cheeks. He was not pleased by his new dog, and that
made me very happy indeed.
"Hey Charlie, your new dog don't look too happy to see you," someone shouted.
"He isn't waging his tail."
Charlie bent over and put his mouth close to my ear.
"I am only going to tell you this once so you better listen very carefully. You
start wiggling your ass so your tail wags and do it all the time you are in my
presence or I am going to really fuck up your vision. You may think it is bad
now but just imagine how much worse it will be if I start sticking pins into
your fucking eye balls. Now wag your fucking tail, dog." he growled.
I had no doubt that he would do exactly what he said. Everything was bad
enough and I sure wouldn't want to be permanently blind to boot, so I started
wiggling my ass back and forth to make my tail wag. This had to be the ultimate
humiliation.
The crowd broke into loud cheering and Charlie smiled at me. I just felt
completely sick inside.
"Is it a bitch or a stud, Charlie?" someone else shouted out.
Shit don't these guys ever give up, I wondered.
"Well now, I am not rightly sure, Pongo. Just a minute and I'll let you know.
Down dog, lay down." he commanded.
Figuring prudence was the better part of valor I started to obey. Now the
desire to obey was there, but the ability to accomplish the act was greatly
lacking.
I couldn't just squat back and then down, that would just about tear my legs
off. I couldn't just flop over onto my side, my hip would hit the floor with
quite a bit of force. I could end up hurting myself quite badly.
I had to think quick before Charlie decided to take punitive action. The only
other option that came to mind was to try pushing my legs straight back and
lowering my abdomen. It seemed to work fine and once my legs were straight out
behind me I lowered my front.
He pulled his chair out from the table and turned to me.
"Good boy," he complimented me. "Now get your little leggies up in the air so
daddy can see whether your a bitch or a stud." was his next command.
I fucking well should have played the real dog game and ignored him. No fucking
dog that hadn't been trained would understand that command. But again I thought
it better to obey.
He bent over and started scratching my belly.
"Good dog." he said.
He then took hold of my cock which was semi hard from the little strap around
it's base. He wanked it a few times then massaged my balls. Well of course my
dick just had to stand straight up. I hated this, I hated the humiliation, I
hated being treated like a dog, I hated Charlie, I hated all the people in this
bar, but still my fucking cock betrayed me and stood to ridged attention.
"Why it's a stud, boys and in full heat. Fuck this dogs got a cock almost as
big as Pete's." he said laughing.
Everyone in the bar laughed along with him.
"Look how he likes to have me play with his dick. Raunchy little bastard. I
sure know how to find the raunchy ones boys." he said as he continued to wank
my now really throbbing cock.
"Guess I better be careful, don't want the dog to be shooting his doggie juice
all over the fucking place, now do I." he said as he pulled his hand away.
Leaving my cock to throb and pulse to the wild beating of my heart. The
bastard started the job and left it unfinished.
He scratched my belly a bit more, then told me to relax. I rolled over onto my
stomach and pulled my legs up so I was in as close to a fetal position as
possible. My still throbbing cock as hidden from view as I could manage. I
stayed like that and had myself a good cry while they went on talking about me.
Then I heard Pat's voice.
"Charlie, in case you have forgotten, the dog has not eaten or had anything to
drink in four days. If you don't get something into him soon you are going to
have a very sick dog on your hands."
"Oh shit, I did forget. Thanks for reminding me Pat, I don't know what I would
do without you." he said.
"Harry." he yelled. "Get your sorry ass out here."
A few seconds later Harry the waiter came shuffling out of the kitchen.
"Yes Mr. Charlie." he asked when he got to the table.
"I got me a new dog. Bring it some water and there must be a few scraps in the
garbage can we can give it to eat. The poor mutt is probably starving."
Charlie said.
"Yes Sir, I have lots of garbage scraps. Be right back Sir." he said backing
away from the table.
"Oh, and use that dog dish that's out in the store room. Don't want no filthy
animals eating off the good dishes." he said laughing.
Harry just said, "Yes Sir." and headed back to the kitchen.
Garbage. The fucking bastard was going to feed me garbage. Well he could go
straight to hell I ain't eating it and he can threaten me all he likes.
It didn't take Harry very long. He came back carrying a two piece, stainless
steel dog server, which he placed right under my nose.
In one side there was murky looking water, in the other were a bunch of meat
pieces, bits of vegetables and potatoes. It even looked like there were bits of
coffee grinds mixed in. One thing for sure, Harry had obeyed Charlie
explicitly, this mess definitely came out of the garbage can.
With one paw I pushed the whole disgusting thing away. Charlie must have been
watching because he gave me a little kick to the ribs. It didn't hurt much so I
just gave a little dog whine and put my head in my paws.
"Pete I think the toilet in the last stall in the shitter is plugged, would you
go have a look please?" Charlie said suddenly.
"Yes Sir, on my way." Pete said.
That caught my instant attention. Something was up and I didn't like the
feeling I was getting. Pete was gone for the longest time. But finally he
made his way back.
"It's ok now Charlie. I fixed it up real good." he said.
"Ah what would we do without you Pete." he said.
They talked about other things for a bit and then Pete and Larry got up and left
the table together. I didn't pay much attention. No one was bothering me so I
just lay still and let my hunger and thirst knaw at me. The smell of the stuff
in the dog bowl was actually very tempting, but knowing where it had come from I
just couldn't bring myself to eat it.
I was starting to doze when Charlie got up and yanked on the leash. I tried to
get up on all fours right away. Another problem, how the hell to do it. I
tried a couple of things that didn't work.
Charlie was impatient and kept tugging on the leash. Finally I figured out that
if I pushed back with my hands and bent my legs at the hip at the same time, I
could get my back end up. I got it up then pushed up my front and followed him
towards the bar.
Just before he got to the bar he swung around one of the tables and I knew it
wasn't the bar we were going to, it was the men's room.
Something bad was going down and I knew without doubt that it would be going
down on me. I could feel it with every fiber in my body.
He pushed open the washroom door.
"Come on doggie in you go. Time to empty your bladder, boy." he said with a
smile.
I looked up at him with one eye, there was no way in this world that we were in
here to let me empty my bladder. Dogs do not use men's rooms.
He led me down the row of stalls and stopped at the last one. He pushed open
the door, gave me a little push with his boot on my rump, indicating I was to
enter.
The toilet seat was up and it did not smell very good in here. Then suddenly
Pete and Larry were there. They came through the door and grabbed me from each
side. I knew instinctively what was going to happen. Pete had purposely
clogged up the toilet and they had filled it with a foul mess. They were now
going to dunk my head in it, I just knew it.
"Better close your eyes dog, this stuff might burn." Larry laughed.
They pointed my head down towards the open cesspool. I turned my head and could
see that it was a disgusting, brownish mess, big brown turds were floating
around in it.
Just before my head hit the water I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. They
pushed my head into the stinking mess and held it there. My lungs were
bursting, I needed a fresh gulp of air but they continued to hold me under.
Then the fear came, the bastards were going to drown me in shit and piss. But
suddenly I felt calm...., a way out? I have a way out. With a little luck it
would be quick and painless. I opened my mouth exhausted the stale air from my
lungs and then breathed in the foul mixture....
It was Charlie that realize what I had done and he got them to pull me out
quick. I am sure I had turned red or purple or whatever colour a person that is
asphyxiating turns. When I had breathed in, not only did my lungs fill with
the foul liquid. Something had lodge in my throat. I was unable to breath now
even if I wanted to.
They got me out of the stall, and as a haze began to form around my
consciousness, I could hear someone screaming.
I was choking to death. I needed air and needed it desperately. My pawed
hands were flailing the air uselessly and kept banging against my head. But I
had no hands. I was trying to cry out, but with my throat blocked no sound
came out.
I felt arms encircle my chest and someone began to make quick jabs backwards.
But I was quickly fading away from all the yelling , fading away, sinking, down,
down, down into a wonderful oblivion.
Suddenly whatever had been caught in my throat was expelled, and my body
automatically took in a big gulp of air. But my lungs were full of pissy,
shitty water and I began to cough and wretch.
Then the foulness hit me and I started dry heaving. There was nothing in my
stomach to throw up. Between the coughing, the retching and the spluttering I
felt like hell. If you ever want to commit suicide, take my advice don't do it
in a toilet bowl full of piss and shit. Should you be unfortunate enough to
survive the ordeal you will feel ten thousand times worse than you did before
you dunked your head. I was wishing that they had let me die.
It took quite a while before I finally managed to get my breathing back to
normal, and get rid of most of the foul taste in my mouth. But once the
breathing settled down to a normal rhythm I knew right away that I had really
pissed Charlie off.
"You really are a stupid fuck, do you know that." he spit out at me.
"Maybe asshole," I gasped, "but at least I am not evil."
"Take the fucking dog to his kennel, I'll deal with him later." With that he
turned and stomped out of the washroom.
"You ain't never gonna learn are ya shithead." Pete said. "He is really gonna
hurt ya now."
"Ya, well fuck you too prick." I shouted. "Fuck all of you assholes. Ain't
one of ya good enough to lick my ass clean."
Larry jerked on the leash which cut off anything else I might feel like saying.
He practically dragged me out of the shitter by that leash. I couldn't keep up
with him.
My not having had anything to eat or drink was catching up with me. I fell over
on my side. Larry didn't give a shit, he just kept tugging on the collar. The
damned thing was choking me and making it impossible for me to get back up onto
my feet or if you prefer, doggie legs.
He finally stopped tugging on the fucking leash. It wasn't out of pity, I was
sure of that. He probably realized that I just couldn't physically get up with
him tugging like that.
Once he stopped the tugging I managed to get up, but I was not steady. I had
begun to shake involuntarily. He gave a gently tug and I followed him uneasily
on shaky doggie legs.
The kennel turned out to be located a long way down the hall and must have been
well past the cell room. He finally stopped and opened a door. I could not
see any thing, the crap from the toilet had messed up the mirrors, so I was for
all intents and purposes, blind.
As soon as Pete opened the door I knew it was a real kennel. Dogs started
barking right away. I heard him or someone unlock a door.
"Crawl into your new home shithead." Larry said.
"Where, I can't see anything. The mirrors are messed up." I said.
"Just crawl straight ahead shithead and you will be in your cage where you
belong."
I did as he said, but hadn't gone very far before I had reached the end of the
cage. Shit this was an awful small cage to keep someone in. They closed the
gate behind me, and had to bend my tail down and it hurt like hell. I let out
a scream, but they just laughed and slammed the gate shut.
Because of the way my ankles were tied to my thighs I could not sit. The cage
was too small for me to roll over and lie down. I was going to have to stay on
my hands and knees until someone let me out of here. I prayed that it wouldn't
be very long, but I knew that was wishful thinking. My shaking got worse.
The hours went by slowly. Besides the shaking, which had got worse, I was in
very severe pain. My arms and legs were cramping on me and I kept screaming out
my agony but no one came. Every time I screamed it would set the dogs off to
barking.
After hours and hours of being forced to stay in this awkward position, all the
muscles in my arms and legs were fully knotted with cramps. The pain became so
unbearable that I finally passed out. I don't know how long I was out, but I
sure wished I had stayed there.
Light began to penetrate into the darkness protecting me. But with the light
came pain. As the brightness of the light increased so too, did the magnitude
of the pain. It was beyond belief. My body felt like it was being torn to
pieces. I began screaming, I couldn't stop.
My screams brought the dogs to life and they started howling in sympathy. I
don't know if it was the dog howls or my screams, but finally someone came. It
was Pat, his voice just barely penetrated through my agony to my senses.
He was asking me what was wrong but the pain was so great I couldn't even answer
him, I just kept screaming. The more I screamed the worse the pain got. The
muscles were knotting up tighter and tighter.
"Oh shit!" Pat suddenly exclaimed. "Your completely cramped up. Hold on we'll
get you out of there."
I was still screaming in agony, the mirrors were still badly fouled and I could
just barely make him out, from one eye, through a very red haze.
He came back towards me but started to fade away and I was gone again into that
black oblivion that meant peace and freedom from the pain.
When I came too I was back in the cell room and on the table. My legs had been
released and I was completely naked. My arms and legs were sore but the
cramping was gone. I lay there not moving, barely breathing. Enjoying the
freedom from that unbelievable pain.
"How are you feeling?"
I opened my eyes and looked up, there was Pat standing over me. Tears filled my
eyes.
"Better, thank you Pat. You got me out of there, didn't you?" I asked through
my tears.
"Ya I did. Charlie hadn't counted on you cramping up so bad Harold. He really
didn't. It was not his intention for you to go through that. But you are
going to have to stop pissing him off. When he gets angry he does things
without thinking them through."
I looked at him again with tear filled eyes.
"Ok, Pat. You can go tell him he has won. I will do whatever he wants, I only
ask that he stop hurting me so bad. I can't take very much more. Please Pat,
please convince him not to hurt me. I'll be his dog, I'll eat garbage, I'll
drink his piss if he wants, anything, but please no more pain." then I broke
down completely and cried and cried and cried.
Pat put his arms around me and lifted me up. He hugged me close and coo'd
gently to me, just like you would a little heart broken child. His warmth made
me feel safe, I was falling in love with this man. His smell was like a tonic,
it made me feel so good, so safe. I closed my eyes and cried myself back to
sleep in his arms.
When I awoke again, Pat was there. He helped me up and into the washroom.
Walking was hell. Each step was an agony. The cramps were gone but they had
done considerable damage to the muscles.
He helped me sit on the toilet so I could empty my bladder. There wasn't much,
it had been a long time since I had, had a drink. I didn't have to worry about
a shit, my bowels were empty.
From the toilet he helped me into the shower. There was a tall plastic chair in
the shower and he placed me in it. It had straps to keep me from falling out.
"What would your prefer, Harold. Hot, cold, lukewarm?" he asked.
I asked him to turn it on as hot as I could stand. The hot water crashing down
on my head and shoulders felt wonderful. I just sat there letting it wash my
pains away.
Pat stood back and just watched. When he thought I was ready he came forward
and started to soap me down. His soft, smooth hands, rubbing over my body felt
wonderful. My dick and nuts were still a little tender from the beating they
had undergone, mmmmmm when was that? It seemed like a million years ago. I
had been trapped in this hell for a million years and still had another million
to go.
After I was well soaped up he directed the shower head back on me. I was really
tired and very weak, I hated to leave that shower but I just wanted to lay down.
Pat dried me down with a big soft towel then helped me back to the cell room.
As before the pain of walking was terrible. As we entered the cell room I could
smell food. Pete was over by the table.
"Hi Harold, brought you some beef broth to get you started eating again." he
said as though nothing had happened and we were the best of friends.
Pat helped me over and up unto the table. I sat on the edge while Pat spoon fed
me the broth. My arms were incapable of holding the bowl. Having not eaten,
for I'd now guess 5 days, the broth tasted grand. I wanted to slurp it all down
quick but Pat made me take it very, very slow. When it was gone I wanted more,
but they said no it would make me violently ill.
To make me feel better they promised that I could have some more broth in about
two hours. Well that was better than nothing. They helped me lay down again
and Pat rubbed his warm hands through my hair.
"You will be ok Harold. Just try to go with the flow. Relax and you will be
feeling just like your old self in no time at all."
"How is your broken finger feeling?" he asked.
"Haven't noticed it, Pat." I said.
I had been in so much other agony that I had forgotten all about the broken
finger. I lifted my hand towards him. The splint was still in place, as was
the gauze, mind you the gauze was wet and dirty. I had not done to bad a job
of fixing it..... when was that anyway?
Pat removed the splint and had a look. The swelling was gone, there was no
discoloration. He asked me to try bending it. It was a little stiff and
there was a bit of pain, but other than that it seemed to have healed pretty
well.
Just to be on the safe side he reapplied the splint and wrapped it with fresh
gauze. It actually felt good. He kept talking as he worked, I closed my eyes
and fell into a deep sleep.
My muscles had knotted so badly during the ordeal that it took 3 days before I
was able to walk or move my arms without pain.
Every day Pat was there. He would bring me my meals and on the first day he had
to feed me because I could not lift my arms. He gave me 4 massages every day,
using a strong liniment to help the muscles relax and heal.
To fill the time while he worked on me we talked. One of the things he told me
was that I had been in that small cage for more than 12 hours.
He brought some books and read to me just to pass the time. He fed me,
starting me off slowly with small meals spaced not too far apart and then when
he was sure my stomach could handle it, he switched me over to full meals. He
helped me exercise to get everything back into working order.
His care worked and by the 4th day I was almost back to my old self. The
muscles were a little stiff by the pain had gone.
On the morning of the fifth day, it was Pete and Larry that woke me up, not Pat.
"Up you get Dog, your vacation is over." Larry yelled as they entered the cell
room.
I had been laying there half awake and jumped up at Larry's shout. I looked
and saw them both entering. Pete had the box that held the dog stuff. My heart
sank, I had a terrible feeling I was about to become a dog again.
I had, had enough of the beatings and the other tortures. I was going to try
and do everything in my power to avoid them. I had told Pat to tell Charlie I
would cooperate and that's what I would do. Once I realized who had entered I
went down on my knees and stared at the floor.
Larry unlocked the cell door and entered. He walked over to me, I kept my eyes
down.
"Well, well, well. Hey Pete it looks like your lesson sunk into the Dink's
little bit of brain that he has hidden somewhere. He remembered his place this
time." Larry sneered.
At the mention of the little brain I tensed up. Oh fuck no, I prayed they were
not going to start beating my dick and balls again. I prayed harder than I had
ever prayed in my life.
"Well Dink, I guess there is hope for you after all." was Pete's reply.
"Thank you, Sir." I said, keeping my head down.
"Go climb up on the table, Dink." Larry ordered.
"Yes, Sir, right away, Sir." I replied, getting up quickly and heading to the
table.
Pete was already there opening the box. With my knees knocking slightly I went
right to the table and climbed up.
They went through the same routine as before and in less than 15 minutes I was
on the floor wagging my tail.
The eye piece had been cleaned and I could see through the mirrors, but it was
just as disorienting as the first time.
"Now Dink, pay close attention." Pete said. "You will be going to visit your
Master. You will behave as the dog you are. Master Charlie has given
instructions that we may address you as either, Dog or Dink. Whenever you hear
either of those names, we are talking to you and you better listen up."
"Charlie has ordered that you will be a dog for 5 hours every day until further
notice." Larry continued the instructions.
"My advice is to be a dog. Be the best fucking dog you can be. If you do you
will find that Charlie will be very good to you. You will not have to worry
about any more beatings."
"On the other hand," Pete chimed back in. "This is your last chance, Dink.
Should you fail to obey any order or are disrespectful to Master Charlie or any
of your trainers, you will be sold to a male brothel, in a country where they
absolutely hate, white Caucasian men. You have been warned and will not be
warned again."
Larry then placed and fastened the collar around my neck. The leash was
attached
and they led me out of the cell room, down that dim hall and back to the bar.
On that trip down the hall I had a lot to think about. There was one thing for
certain, Charlie didn't fool around. If he said he would sell me to a male
brothel, then he would. I could see that my options had been reduced to only
one. Obey.
Larry handed the leash over to Charlie. Charlie looked down at me and I wiggled
my ass to make the tail wag. Through one eye I could see a big smile spread
across Charlie's face. It was too hard to hold my head in a position that I
could see him, so I just dropped it back into it's normal forward position.
Without saying a word, Charlie placed his hand on my head and began to scratch
me behind the ear. This time I did not growl. The humiliation was a hell of a
lot better than the option. Charlie continued to scratch me behind the ear as
he talked to Pat, Larry and Pete.
"You did a very good job of providing vet services for the dog, Pat. Thanks.
He looks really good and healthy again and seems to have a much better
disposition." Charlie complimented Pat.
I could feel my face turn red at that slight. Vet services indeed. I know of
no vet that provides the kind of care I received.
"Did you boys feed the dog yet?" Charlie asked.
"No Sir, we thought you might like to do that?" Pete answered.
"Why that was very thoughtful of you Pete. As a matter of fact, I would like to
feed the dog." he said.
I could just imagine the smile on the bastards face as he said that. He was in
his glory. He had finally won, but he knew he would, right from the beginning.
The only question I had now was, how fucking bad would the shit be, that he was
going to feed me.
"Harry, get out here." he yelled.
A few moments later Harry came shuffling out of the kitchen. He seemed to be
dragging his gimp leg more than he had the other day.
"Now listen very carefully Harry. If you fuck this up I am going to have the
boys do much more than just stomp on your bum foot. I will have them break it
again. Only this time we will reset it in such a way that it will cause you
the most excruciating pain every time you step down on it. Understand?" he
spit out.
"Yes, Master Charlie, Sir. I will listen real close and I won't make any
mistakes." he said in a very shaky voice.
"Good. Now the dog is feeling much better and he is hungry. You will bring
him some of that nice chow and some water. This time you make fucking sure
that dog bowl is clean before you put the water in it. Last time the shit you
brought him nearly killed him."
I couldn't believe it. He was blaming poor Harry because I had tried to drown
myself. I also realized I might have an ally. From the sound of it, Harry
wasn't limping from natural causes or an accident, he was limping because these
bastards had broken his foot. He was just as much an unwilling prisoner as I
was.
A few minutes later he was back. Charlie made him place the bowl on the table
so he could inspect it.
"That looks much better and much healthier for my dog. Just remember Harry you
treat my dog right. I don't take kindly to slaves that abuse animals." he said
with a tone of disgust in his voice.
His hand suddenly dropped over the side of the chair and placed something at my
lips. I couldn't fight him so I opened my mouth and took the piece of what
felt like a kind of round biscuit in and chewed. It didn't taste all that bad,
but I knew instantly that it was dog kibble.
Tears formed in my eyes as he kept bringing down these little kibble's, one at a
time and popping them into my mouth. I must have eaten a couple of hundred of
the damned things. My mouth was dry and I needed a drink.
I was forbidden to talk so I took a chance and looked up towards where I knew
his face to be and whined, just like a dog. I smacked my lips to indicate I
needed something.
"What is it Dink, you want something." he asked.
I was a little surprised by the friendly tone in his voice. I also much
preferred to be called Dink than Dog.
"Rrrrough." I barked once for yes.
"Do you have to go pee?"
"Rrrrough, rrrrough." I barked for no.
"Ah, I know what you want. Here I have been feeding you all this dried stuff
and I will bet you need a drink. Is that it, boy? Do you need a drink?" he
asked.
"Rrrrough." I barked yes again.
"Sorry, boy." he said.
He pushed his chair back and placed the doggie bowl in front of my face. I
couldn't see the bowl because of the fucking eye piece. I turned my head to
get a good idea of position and bent down. Just as my head reached the bowl I
turned my head forward again and felt with my lips and tongue until I found the
water and began to lap and slurp it up.
It was very awkward. It is not possible to get a satisfying drink that way.
You can slack your thirst. You can get the water into your system. But it
isn't as satisfying as being able to take a nice big drink out of a glass.
There was still plenty of kibble in the bowl and I was famished. I realized
that I was only going to get to eat whatever Charlie deemed I should have. At
least this hadn't come out of a garbage can. So I set aside my pride and ate
the rest of the kibble and drank the water.
I am sure Charlie and the boys watched me, but the eye piece made it impossible
to tell. I was beyond caring anyway. Once I had finished eating I did what
any self respecting dog would do, I lay down, put my head in my paws and closed
my eyes.
I drifted off into a troubled sleep. It must have been an hour or more before
my bladder woke me up. I had to pee. Now how the fuck was I going to let them
know I had to piss.
Well I got up on all fours and started to whine. I turned and pulled towards
the door. Whining the whole while.
"Larry, I think Dink needs to go for a walk. Would you do the honors please."
Charlie asked.
Shit I was hoping it would be Pat. Oh well, I had to pee and I guess it really
didn't matter who took me, as long as I got to empty my bladder.
Larry got up and took the leash from Charlie.
"Come on Dink, that's a good doggie." he taunted.
He then started for the main door of the bar. I was following along behind.
It wasn't until we were almost to the door that I realized the prick was going
to take me out onto Kelly Street.
He couldn't do that. I was fucking naked. The cops would pick me up in a
second for indecent exposure. I tried to stop, but Larry gave a tug on the
leash that choked me and it hurt.
Ok, they wanted me to go out in public. Then I would be good and go, maybe with
a little luck the cops would pick me up and I could get out of this mess.
Climbing the steps up to ground level was very difficult. I had no bendable
joint in my rear legs. Larry didn't even attempt to help me as I struggled to
get up.
I was about half way up when I realize that I was going to have to go back down
them afterwards. I didn't like that thought at all.
As I finally managed to struggle over the top step I noticed that it was a
bright sunny day. It was warm and it felt good to be outside, even if I was
being treated like a dog and naked.
Charlie walked me over to a big Oak tree.
"There you go Dink, your very own pissing tree. Piss your little heart out."
Larry sneered.
The problem of pissing like a dog is to have the piss without getting the piss
all over yourself. Now dogs don't have a problem pissin' like a dog because
they are built to be able to piss that way. A man on the other hand is not
built that way and unless his dick is fully erect, it is almost impossible to
direct the piss flow without holding the dick.
Now when all you have for hands is a set of inflexible paws that cannot grasp
anything, holding your dick to piss is out of the question. Besides you need
both hands/paws on the ground to keep balanced.
Now from personal observation I know that dogs piss in two ways. The generally
accepted way, by lifting the leg and squirting the piss outward, usually against
a solid object. The other way is to spread the rear legs, squat and lift
one leg up slightly.
Neither of these methods appealed to me, but I had no real choice. I chose
method two because I thought it would be the easiest and the one most likely to
let me succeed.
I adopted the position and just before I started the flow. I felt a sharp pain
across my back. I let out a yelp.
"Doggie peeing lesson number one, Dink. Charlie's dogs always lift their legs
to pee. Only bitch dogs squat, you got a pair of nuts and a cock so you
certainly ain't no bitch dog. So you better be sure to lift your leg to piss."
Larry said happily.
Tears formed in my eyes again. They wouldn't even let me be my own dog. I had
to piss real bad by now so I moved close to the tree and lifted my left leg. It
was a bit awkward, but I also found I could place it against the tree to get
some needed balance. Larry didn't seem to object to it. My dick was semi erect
which also helped with aiming the flow away from my body.
Once my leg was in position I let go with the stream. It felt good to finally
get it out.
"Hi Larry." a strange voice spoke.
My heart gave a lurch and my dick sprung to full attention.
"Charlie got himself a new dog, huh. My he is a good looking' one. Sure
would like to have a dog like that in my house." the voice went on without
waiting for Larry to speak.
"Oh hi, Mitch." Larry answered. "Ya he picked it up the other day. It was a
stray wondering around the Exhibition grounds. Poor thing was half starved and
was really sick. Pat nursed it back to health.".
"Well that's Pat, he always was very good with animals. I got an appointment
with Gerry so I gotta hurry off, give my regards to Charlie, tell him I will
be in later tonight for my usual. See ya later." the man said and walked
away.
They talked about me as though I was a nothing. The fact that a grown man was
naked and pissing against a tree in a public place didn't even fizz on him.
Was I in some kind of nightmare or something?
I couldn't believe that the man's presence had caused me to become fully erect.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
I finished my piss and was wondering how the hell I was going to shake the
dribbles off. I am uncut and if I don't do a good job of removing the dribbles
they tend to seep under the foreskin and in a short time can cause a terrible,
itching rash to form.
I tried shaking my rear but that didn't seem to be working. I wiggled my ass
back and forth, I could feel the fucking tail wag, but it didn't shake the piss
drops off.
I was desperate, I didn't want that rash, my dick would be itching something
fierce within a couple of hours. I no longer had hands or fingers and would
not be able to ease any itching.
Larry came to my rescue, which surprised me.
"What's wrong, Dink? Your shaking' around there like ya got ants in yer
pants.?" he asked.
I just whined and turned my head towards my underside, then gave a bark.
"Need your dick shook, right?" he asked.
I barked once for yes.
He pulled a white piece of cloth from his jacket pocket bent over my rear and
wiped my dick dry including under the foreskin.
"See Dink, Charlie looks after his dogs when they behave themselves. By the
way, that's one hell of a boner ya got there. This stuff really turns ya on,
huh" he said with a smirk.
I gave a kind of half bark as a thank you. He was a real jackass but he had
saved me for a possible torment. He knew what it meant by my little bark.
"Your welcome Dink. Your going to turn out to be a really great dog, I just
know it." he said giving a little tug on the leash.
He walked me back to the bar. There was a wrought iron railing along the top
edge of the stair well. Larry tied the end of my leash to it.
"Charlie wants you to get some air, Dink. So you just lay yourself down, like a
good little doggie and enjoy the sunshine." he laughed and headed right down
the stairs and into the bar, leaving me alone outside.
I just about shit myself. They left me alone out on a public street, naked,
and tied to a fence. Without Larry there I became totally self-conscious of my
nakedness and my predicament. I tried to curl myself up to hide my nakedness
but no matter how I lay or what I did, I imagined my dick was hanging out.
"Oh look at the big doggie, mommie" I heard a little kid say.
I instantly froze. Oh shit now I was really in for it. The mother would
scream bloody murder and I would end up doing 5 to 10 for indecently exposing
myself to a child.
I could see the headlines. My parents, my friends, everyone would see and they
would all believe. I wanted to curl up into a ball and die.
"Yes dear." the mother said sharply. "That old pervert Charlie has himself
another dog. A rather common mutt by the looks of it." she said to the child.
I couldn't believe my ears. The sight of a naked man, being treated like a dog
had not phased her in the slightest. Mind you it had incensed me. I was not
a, "rather common mutt." What a bitch she must be.
I curled back up as much as I could. I was going to have to weather this until
Charlie decided he would let me back into the bar. Now that was something
else. I wanted back into the fucking bar. I suddenly preferred that hell hole
to the nice warm sunshine, just because I was naked. What a fucking nut case I
had become.
They left me out there for at least an hour. A number of people walked by but
none of them acknowledged me as being a man. Not one of them paid me the
slightest bit of attention. Finally I heard the bar door open and Pete and
Larry came bounding up the stairs.
"Did you have a nice airing Dink?" Larry asked with a smirk.
"Rrrrrough, rrrrrough." I answered.
"Ah that's too bad boy. Charlie was sure you would like the sunshine. Would
you like to go back into the bar?" it was Pete being smart ass this time.
"Rrrrrough." I answered.
"Ok boy. We'll have to help you down the stairs." Larry said.
He undid my leash from the railing. The two of them lifted me up and carried me
down the stairs. I have to say I was very grateful. I had been real worried
about trying to negotiate those stairs. To acknowledge my appreciation, I gave
two half barks.
"Our pleasure." Pete answered.
Larry led me back to the table. He went to hand Charlie the leash, but Charlie
told him to give it to Pat. Pat took the leash and walked me around until I was
standing beside Charlie's chair.
"Your a good dog, Dink. I am very pleased with your behavior today. Now you go
back to your room and rest. Pat is going to prepare you for your first day of
training, which will start tomorrow." he dropped his hand to the top of my head
and scratched me behind the ear.
"Now you continue to be a good dog and you will find life here very pleasant.
I love my dogs and take very good care of them. Now off you go and have a good
rest."
Pat started for the door and I followed. He took me back to the cell room. It
took another 15 minutes to get me out of the dog gear. Pat had me lay out flat
on the table and he gave me a good rub down with that strong liniment.
Pat then took me out of the cell room and down the hall to another door.
Inside this room was a small work out room. First we had a good run, it was
boring because the room was so small, but it was great to get some real movement
into my legs.
After wards we did some calisthenics, then did some weight training. We must
have spent 3 or 4 hours in that room. By the time we were finished I was soaked
with sweat. We went back to the cell room and then into the washroom where we
both climbed into the shower and washed each other real well.
After the soap had been rinsed, Pat got down on his knees in front of me and
began to massage my dick with is lips. It didn't take much before it rose in
glory.
Pat was an expert cocksucker and he brought me off in no time at all. It had to
be more than two weeks since I had shot a load. Well my nuts were full and
they were emptying into Pat's eager mouth. Wad after wad shot down my hot dick
into his mouth. He was swallowing as quickly as he could, but there was just
too much and it started leaking out the sides of his mouth.
I finally fell back against the shower wall completely drained. I was weak in
the knees and had to hold onto the wall to keep from sinking down onto the
floor. When I finally regained my breath, I thanked Pat and asked if it would
be alright if I sucked him.
Pat had no objections and I was down on my knees pretty quick. I wanted this
to be special. I wanted to thank Pat for all he had done for me since I had
been brought to this god awful place.
I used my tongue to tease the big purple head of his cock. He had risen quickly
and it was throbbing and pulsing to the beat of his heart. My free hand, the
one without the splint was massaging his nuts gently.
I could hear him moaning softly as my lips and tongue worked their way down to
the root of his shaft and back to the head. I took that head in my hot mouth
and just held it for a second. Then began to work my tongue around it.
Massaging it, just as my fingers were massaging his balls.
His breathing increased and his moaning grew louder. I picked up the pace as I
began to fuck my face on his magnificent cock. When the head hit the back of
my throat I gagged a bit, but pulled back then went forward again. In no time
the head of his dick was buried deep in my throat.
My fingers had moved to his love canal. They rubbed and teased his rim in time
to my sucking mouth. After a while I began to gently insert a finger. Pat
let out a loud moan of approval. Soon the finger was fully in his love canal
and picked up the rhythm of my face fucking.
"Oh yea such it Harold, suck me dry. Oh Harold, oh yea man suck it." he began
to call out.
This caused me to pick up the pace. His hips were now involuntarily fucking my
face as my finger fucked his ass pussy.
"Oh fuck Harold, I'm cumming. Oh yea suck it, make me cum. Make me fill your
fucking throat Harold. Let me drown you in my hot juice."
With these words he began to shoot his hot seed into my mouth. His cum was
semi sweet and I swallowed as fast as I could. As with me it was coming faster
than I could swallow so started to seep out the sides and down my chin.
I sucked and swallowed until he was sated. His balls had run dry and I could
coax no more from his still throbbing cock. I made sure to lick it as clean as
was possible.
I stood up and put my arms around him drawing him close. I brought my lips
close to his and whispered.
"Thank you for helping me through this Pat. I wouldn't have made it with out
you."
Our lips locked, opening and allowing our hot tongues to begin exploring the
neither reaches of each others hot oral cavity. As we kissed we eased our
selves back under the jet spray of the shower head.
Less then twenty minutes later we were sitting at a little table that had
mysteriously appeared in the cell room while we were showering. On the table
were two large, stainless steel domes, under which were two 2 inch thick T Bone
steak dinners. Harry had been busy.
To be continued.
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