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.
Warning - This Chapter contains two short scenes of bestiality.
Story codes: M/M/Anal/Oral/Bond/NC/Spank/Hum/cbt/WS/Beast
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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A Daymare on Kelly Street
by Rob
Part 12
"Well now Dinky, meet your two new friends, Killer and Rellik." the Master said
with a smile.
"They are brothers, both German Shepherds and the sons of Killanthia and
Aristina, top breeder champions." he said proudly.
"We are in the process of training them to breed, however they just don't seem
to understand what is required. I thought that since you are such a great,
intelligent dog you would be able to help by giving them a little
demonstration." he said.
I froze. What the fuck is going on here. I ain't giving these fucking dogs
any demonstrations on how to fucking breed. But then my fucking cock said oh
yes you are Dinky.
What was I going to do. I was definitely not into anything that had to do with
animals. It was bad enough the other things I had been forced to endure, but
this?
Then I remembered Pat's words and then I heard the voice of Charlie, "Don't fail
me, Harold." I began to shake and tears formed in my eyes.
"Hey, easy there Dinky, it is not that bad." the Master said squatting down
beside me.
"Your going to really enjoy this, so just relax. Now I am going to remove the
face piece because we want you to be able to see what is going on. I will
replace it with a Nose instead. You are in doggie mode and don't forget the
consequences of not staying there." he warned as he lifted the eye piece.
I fucking well was not going to enjoy this. It was good to have the eye piece
removed, but I would rather wear it than play with those dogs. He brought
forward what looked like a black plastic dog nose. It had two long spike things
inside and they slid inside my nostrils as he pushed the thing onto my nose.
Once it was on he did something that caused the two spike things to expand and
hold the plastic nose in place. It was not a comfortable feeling at all.
I was shaking even worse now and tears were flowing freely down my cheeks. I
looked at the Master, begging him with my eyes not to let this happen. Then I
gave some whines.
"Relax Dinky, Killer and Rellik won't hurt you, I promise. There's a good
dog." he tried to comfort me as he rubbed my head.
"Ok, let Killer out." he said to one of the trainers.
The man walked over and opened the dogs cage, he bounded out right away and
headed straight to me. His tongue hangin' out of his mouth and saliva dropping
in long strings as he bounced over.
The first thing he did was start slobbering all over my face. That big, wet,
sloppy tongue licking like there was no tomorrow.
"Dinky kiss the fucking dog back or I'll have you on that fucking truck and back
to Charlie faster than you can blink." the Master said angrily.
He scared hell out of me and unable to do anything else I opened my mouth and
started playing, dueling tongues, with the damned dog. It was fucking
revolting. The dogs breath stank and it was all I could do to keep my stomach
from throwing up my lunch. Even though I knew that a dogs mouth was cleaner
than a human mouth, I still hated it and was revolted.
Killer tired of the tongue games for the moment started to sniff me out. The
Master stamped a foot and I started doing the same with Killer. Then Killer
found my throbbing dick. Oh did I forget by any chance to tell you that my
fucking dick was hard and throbbing again? Oh god I was beginning to hate the
treasonous little bastard.
He started licking first my dick then my balls, then my dick, then my balls. He
even went up and licked around the fucking tail piece sticking out of my ass.
All the while eliciting moans from me. As much as I hated this, I also was
loving it. Killer sure knew how to bring pleasure with his tongue.
It wasn't long before Killer brought me off and I started shooting as he kept
licking. Not a fucking drop hit the floor. This fucking dog liked cum. Once
I had blown my load the Master smiled. I felt fucking like the lowest fucking
thing on this earth. The two trainers were smiling as well.
"Killer, three." the Master suddenly ordered.
Killer dropped to the floor, rolled over on his back with this legs up in the
air. The Master then stamped his foot on the floor. I looked up at him and he
smiled. Then I looked down at the dog. His dick was sticking out of it's
sheath, he was fucking horny. Oh fuck, I thought, then looked at the Master
again. He nodded his head up and down, the bastard had read my mind.
On hands and knees that were shaking and ready to collapse, I slowly made my way
to the dog. If I had felt sick before, I felt twice as bad now. I just stood
there, looking down at the dog, his mouth was open, his tongue hanging out the
side and he was huffing like dogs are wont to do.
Then I looked at his pink dick sticking out of that sheath. It was fucking
huge. The part sticking out of the sheath was about 7 inches long and it was
almost 2 inches in diameter. How the fuck was I going to be able to force
myself to suck that damned thing. That question was quickly answered, when I
felt a sharp sting across my back.
Without a word the Master had laid a small switch across my back, I screamed out
from the unexpected pain. Now I knew how I was going to be able to suck that
thing, and bent my head down.
I closed my eyes to try and make it less offensive, and opened my mouth and
stuck out my tongue. I tentatively touched the tip of my tongue against the
dogs monstrous, ever expanding dick. There was a bit of an odour and a bit of
a strange taste but other than that it was not really all that bad.
I licked along the dick hoping that the dog would cum and this nightmare would
be over. After a while I guess the Master was getting bored watching me just
lick the fucking thing, because he brought the switch down gently and just
moved it lightly across my back. I knew right away what he wanted.
I moved to the head of the dogs dick, opened wide and took it into my mouth. The
thing almost filled my mouth. It didn't taste bad or anything but just the idea
made me want to throw up. To make it even worse I opened my eyes and could see
the two trainers laughing at me. One of them held a video camera and it was
on, capturing my degredation forever. How much lower am I going to have to go,
I thought.
I sucked and sucked on that fucking cock but still it didn't cum. I was
beginning to think it would never blow it's load, when the strangest fucking
thing began to happen. The end of the fucking dogs dick was beginning to
swell.
It kept getting bigger and bigger and bigger. What the fuck, I thought to
myself. Is there something wrong with the poor mutt? Should I pull off and
let the Master know? But that switch was still moving around on my back and I
didn't relish the thought of another whack so I just kept sucking as that knob
got bigger and bigger.
Before I really realized what was happening the fucking thing got so big I
couldn't get it out of my mouth. It swelled up and filled my mouth and even
forced my jaws apart. If it hadn't been for my teeth I might have been able to
pull off, but my jaws were open at maximum and the fucking thing was caught
behind my teeth.
I no longer could suck or make any movement on that dogs cock. My tongue was
pressed down into my lower jaw. Then I began to panic. I tried pulling off
with all my might, but the poor dog started to cry, I guessed I was hurting him.
The Master and his two fucking trainers must have thought this the funniest
thing they had ever seen because they were laughing their fucking heads off. I
had broken out in a sweat and started really crying again. What the fuck was
happening?
The trainer with the video camera came over and got down on the floor close to
me, takin close ups, I guessed, of my panic. He was finding it hilarious and
the camera was shaking all over the fucking place. Good I thought, his fucking
video will be useless.
It had to have been five or ten minutes that my mouth was locked to the fucking
dogs swollen cock. The Master and his trainers continued to laugh and make
jokes about Dinky doggie being so in love with Killer that he refused to release
the poor dogs cock and would spend the rest of his life with Killer's cock in
his mouth.
I hated those guys with a passion. I felt so depraved. I was going to feel
even more depraved when I got back to the bar and had to watch and listen to the
catcalls every time Charlie would run his copy of this video, wich turned out a
lot better than I thought it would.
I was really in a bad way. It was hard to breath with that big dog cock stuck
in my mouth, my nose was in such a position that every time I inhaled dog hairs
tickled around the end of my nostrils. Then without any warning the dogs
swollen dick gave a sudden pulse.
His hot cum started to shoot down my throat. I was right in the middle of
taking a breath at the time and began to choke. Some of the cum had gone down
the wind pipe. I tried to pull back but that cock was still too swollen and it
just kept shooting the doggie juice down my fucking throat while I tried to keep
from choking to death.
Killer finally finished emptying his nuts down my throat and his swollen cock
collapsed. I pulled away and coughed and wheezed and did all the things you do
when something goes down the windpipe instead of the throat.
Once I had got my pipe cleared and my breathing returned to normal I looked
down at Killer's huge dick as it slowly receded into it's sheath.
"A good dog should lick it's partners cock after a good mouth fuck and then lick
the balls and ass hole." the Master said.
No, no, no, no, noooooooo I screamed in my head. I have done what you wanted
let me along. But it wasn't to be, that switch started moving around on my
back again. With tears falling down my cheeks again I lowered my head and stuck
out my tongue.
I licked around the now fully receded dick and made my way back to the balls, as
I licked them, I wretched a couple of times, but it was just dry heaves. I
hadn't even got to the worst part yet and my stomach was rebelling, I could just
imagine what would happen when I got to the fucking ass hole.
I finished the nuts and looked up at the Master. My eyes begging more than
ever for mercy, but he just smiled and tapped the switch against his palm.
As I got close to the dogs anus I could smell the odour of shit. The closer I
got the stronger the smell. Stealing myself, I opened my mouth, started to
stick out my tongue and then puked all over the fucking dog. Now this was not
just a little tiny puke, no sireeee, this was a multiple, gut retching puke. I
emptied everything. Then collapsed on the floor in a ball crying my heart out.
I don't know how long I lay there, I may even have fallen asleep. But I was
suddenly aware of someone rubbing my head. I opened my eyes and the Master was
squatting there beside me.
"Are you feeling better now Dinky?" he asked in a concerned voice.
I looked up at him and gave a short, single bark, indicating yes.
"Well up you get then and follow me." he said, getting to his feet.
I got myself up and noticed that the dogs and cages were gone and the floor
where I had barfed was clean. He gave a gentle tug on the leash.
"That's a good dog, come along." he coaxed.
I followed as he led the way to a set of large, glass paned doors that led
outside. He opened the door and we went out into a garden. It was beautiful,
there were flower beds in the most glorious arrangements that took my breath
away.
I had been so thunderstruck by the beauty of it all I had stopped and he stopped
with me. He gave me a few moments to look all around.
"Ah Dinky doggie likes beautiful gardens." he said impressed.
"Rrrrough." (yes) I answered.
He gave a bit of a laugh, then tugged gently on my leash.
"Come along." he said, walking out onto the grass.
We came to a flagstone walk way and he followed it. Everywhere I looked there
were mounds of flowers, the colours were spectacular and so artistically
arranged. To top it all off the air was full of the most wonderful fragrance.
I started to hear voices in the distance. Being on hands and knees it was not
possible to see ahead at all, but it sounded like quite a few people were
gathered together.
Then I remembered that I was Dinky doggie and that other than that uncomfortable
nose piece my face was visible for whomever may be ahead. Fuck, it was bad
enough being out in public acting like a dog with my face hidden by the
eyepiece. If he was taking me into a group of people like this it would be a
hundred times worse. Guess who thought this was a wonderful idea? You guessed
it, my dick.
The sound of voices and laughing got louder and louder and I got tenser and
tenser. We rounded a gorgeous red rose bush and there straight ahead was a
garden party in full swing. It looked like there were 50 or more people. A
couple of large tent awnings had been set up one with a bar the other with food.
Every one was milling around sipping drinks, nibbling on snacks and babbling, as
folks are wont to do at gatherings such as this. Someone spotted me and the
shout went up, everyone turned to look in my direction. I wanted to turn and
look in the direction I had just come. Actually I wanted to go back in the
direction I had just come and very quickly. But of course we all know by now
that my wants were totally immaterial.
Then I froze right up. The Master hadn't been expecting it and kept walking.
Of course the leash pulled tight and almost choked me to death, but I paid it no
heed. I just stopped dead in my tracks. I could feel the flush beginning in
my cheeks and quickly travelling throughout my body. I also felt the
adrenaline begin pumping through my system. I began to shake.
There standing in front of me, staring at me, laughing at me, were my old boss
and all of my co-workers. I pulled back on the leash, I tried turning to run
back the way I had come. No way did I want to stay here. They could string me
up and beat my ass from now until dooms day, but I did not want to stay here.
The Master gave a strong vicious yank on the leash, which caused me to fall over
on my side. The crowd broke out into hysterical laughter. I was so
embarrassed by this turn of events that I shamed myself even further, when my
bladder let go and I started pissing myself.
This only made all the fucking pricks that I had worked so closely with, guys
that I had thought were my friends, to laugh even more then they had been.
They began making all kinds of snide remarks, which only made it worse for me.
The Master gave another strong tug.
"Get on your fucking feet you lazy, fucking hound. Come on get up." he yelled
at me, all the time tugging on the leash.
With tears rolling down my cheeks, my whole body shaking with shame and anger, I
made it to my feet and let him lead me into the crowd.
Hands patted my head, rubbed my back and a couple even reached under and
caressed my nuts. Talk about humiliation. There was one thing I was
absolutely sure of, I could never go back to work at that company. This party
made sure of that.
As he pulled me forward I also noticed that it wasn't just my co-workers that
had been invited here, it was also people that I had known, guys that I had
called friends, although not close, we were still friends. Well we used to be
friends, we sure wouldn't be after today.
The Master kept walking forward and the crowd parted to let us through. It
finally parted and I saw a huge circular area ahead. Chairs had been formed
into a large circle facing in. The Master led me to the centre of this circle.
The crowd followed and began sitting in the chairs.
I knew then that more humiliation was on it's way. Oh Pat, I thought, you
lied to me. An easy afternoon you said, just be Dinky doggie for a while.
Oh yes this sure was easy, I thought as more tears rolled down my cheeks. The
only thing that stopped me from yelling out for them to stop and leave me alone
was the dreaded thought of the punishment that would lay in store if I were to
do anything so stupid.
Once everyone was seated the Master started to speak.
"Gentlemen, you have all been invited here this afternoon to witness the most
remarkable dog in the City of Toronto. His pedigree is unknown, but he is
remarkably intelligent, for a dog. He belongs to Master Charlie and was
trained by him. This afternoon, we will demonstrate how well this dog will
obey his Master." he said loudly.
The audience applauded loudly and even a few whistles and cat calls could be
heard. I just hung my head in shame to hear myself being talked about in this
manner, in front of people I know.
The Master raised his hand up in the air and someone from the side lines threw
him a red ball, which he caught one handed.
He held the ball over my head.
"Up Dink, up boy, take the ball Dink." he called to me.
Unable to do anything but obey I got up with my paws straight out front as I had
been taught by Pete and Larry. He held the ball just out of reach, continuing
to tell me to take the ball. I tried jumping up a bit but it just didn't work.
So finally I said fuck it, if he wants me to take it in my mouth he can fucking
well put it there.
It worked because he finally got tired of that little game and brought the ball
down to my lips. It was a soft foam type ball so was easy for me to grasp with
my teeth. Once it was in my mouth I decided to play the part of a dog and
dropped back to my feet.
The Master reached down to take the ball from my mouth but I moved my head. It
was then that I noticed that he had detached the leash. So as quickly as I
could I trotted away from him with the ball in my mouth.
"Dinky." he called. "Bring the ball here boy. Come Dinky, bring Master the
ball. That's a good dog."
Fuck you and your little red wagon, I sang out in my mind. You ain't getting'
this ball off of me that easy. The fucking crowd, my so called friends and
co-workers loved this little show and were clapping and yelling encouragement to
me.
I could see the Master was getting pissed, but I didn't give a fuck. He wanted
a fucking dog, he was going to get a fucking dog. As soon as he would start
towards me I would start moving. I even placed the ball down between my front
paws once and barked at him.
The crowd went wild. I was starting to really get into this thing. I was
having a grand time. But of course that was not what the Master wanted and he
finally caught up with me.
He grabbed my collar and bent down. I saw him put his hand in his pocket as he
crouched down and pull something out.
Just loud enough for me to hear he said, "Having fun are we Dinky? Open your
fucking mouth and chew this. If you spit it out, I will have the trainers take
you inside and drive a fucking nail through your tongue. Don't fucking test
me."
I quickly opened my mouth and dropped the ball. He then pushed something into
my mouth, it was soft like a marshmallow. I began to chew and my mouth filled
with the most disgusting taste imaginable, then the burning took over. I
almost forgot his warning and began to spit the fucking thing out. His big
hand resting on my neck squeezed tightly for just a second, reminding me of the
warning. I kept chewing and swallowed it as quickly as possible.
Between the awful taste and the burning, I was suddenly not a happy, playful
little puppy any longer. I was not quite so proud of the fact that I had been
able to piss him off. The message was very clear, obey or pay. I quickly
decided that I had better obey.
"Good show Dinky." the Master said out loud as he stood up.
"Let's hear it everyone, ain't he one hell of a dog."
The crowd applauded loudly.
"Up Dink and take a bow." the Master ordered.
My mouth on fire, no humility left I raised myself up, paws straight out and
bowed my head. Again the crowd went wild.
The Master picked up the ball.
"Here Mr. Crawford." he said throwing the ball to my old boss.
"Now we are going to play a little game so you all can get to see how really
smart Dinky is. Mr. Crawford has the ball. In a moment I will send Dinky
over to him to get the ball. Dinky will take the ball in his mouth and Mr.
Crawford will tell Dinky to take it to someone, either on his left or on his
right. Now suppose Mr. Crawford wants Dinky to take the ball to you...ah Hank
isn't it?" he said pointing to one of my co-workers.
"Yes, Hank. Now as we all can see Hank is sitting six spaces to the right of
Mr. Crawford. Mr. Crawford therefore would tell Dinky to take the ball to,
right 6, and Dinky will take the ball there. Hank would then tell Dinky to
take it to someone else, everyone got the idea. Great let's play." he said
jovially.
"Ok Dink, go to the man with the ball, boy. Go get him Dinky." he ordered.
Ok, stupid game time and off I trotted to Mr. Crawford. I could see by the
look in his eye that he was enjoying this immensely. One of his former
employees reduced to dog status, being ordered around and obeying his Master.
"Right 10," he shouted out loud and then whispered, "What a fucking ass hole
you turned out to be Harold."
I took the proffered ball in my mouth, tears filling my eyes. Mr. Crawford and
I had always gotten along real well. He had been a very good man to work for.
Now when he looked at me his eyes were full of disgust.
As I made my way to right 10 snide remarks were made such as, "What a sick dog",
"Shit for brains", "faggot" and more. Every step brought more humiliations.
This went on for a good hour, everyone having a grand time, sending the stupid
man/dog on this mindless errand of taking the ball from person to person and
enduring terrible insults the whole time.
But it was obvious everyone was becoming bored with this little game so the
Master finally called me.
"Bring the ball here Dinky, that's a good boy." he said.
He took his hand out of his pocket and I realized he was going to pop something
in my mouth. Not another of those horrible fucking marshmallow things I prayed.
My mouth was still tender from last time.
His hand pressed against my mouth and I opened to admit it. Yes it was another
marshmallow thing. With no choice I started to chew. This one tasted just a
bad as the first one, however there was no burning, just that rotten taste. I
chewed quickly until it was in small enough bits that I could swallow.
While I was busy trying to chew that horrible fucking thing up the Master
announced my next torture.
"We are next going to demonstrate Dinky's stamina. He really is a very strong
and very self controlled doggie. He can take a great deal of pain before he
will give in." he said and looked down at me.
I shivered.
"We are going to demonstrate that strength and determination, by placing him in
a situation where he has to give himself a great deal of pain, in order to avoid
something we know he will detest even more than the pain." the Master said
cheerily.
"We know that Dinky hates the smell and taste of shit and will do just about
anything to avoid it. Therefore in this little test, if he fails to achieve
the goal, he will be held down and forced to eat two pounds of dog shit.
Either way we should get a lot of entertainment out of this." he finished,
looking right at me.
Dog shit, they were going to force me to eat dog shit if I didn't succeed at
this little fucking test. Oh yeah, I'll bet this test is little. About the
only thing that will be little about it will be my chances of succeeding, I was
sure.
One of the trainers came over and started putting something around my nuts. It
felt like that little jacket thing I wear when getting my nuts stretched.
"This is very simple really, Dinky is going to be tethered by his nuts to the
steel tether sticking out of the ground over there. We will use an elastic
cord.
All Dinky has to do is get to and pick up this ball, which will be placed twenty
five feet from the tether." the Master said holing up a red ball.
"The elastic cord is fifteen feet long, Dinky will have to stretch it ten feet
in order to get the ball. The cord has been tested and in order for him to
reach the ball he will have to apply a force equal to the downward pull of a 150
pound weight." he explained.
"We know he has never had that much weight suspended from his nuts before, his
maximum is 20 pounds, so this will be a very fair test of his endurance
qualities." the Master spoke as if this was nothing at all.
One hundred and fifty fucking pounds. Man I would never be able to do that.
The fucking twenty was bad enough. But if I failed, it was even worse. I
would be force fed two pounds of dog shit. This whole crazy thing just keeps
getting worse and worse.
A trainer attached my leash and walked me over to the cord which was lying on
the ground. He turned me around then attached the cord. The cord itself was
heavy and created quite a pull on my nuts. I didn't like the feel of it one
little bit.
The other trainer took the red ball from the Master and walked over to a place
marked on the ground by a little white marker. I assumed that was a measured
twenty five feet from the tether.
"Dinky, you have 15 minutes to get that ball, if you fail, you eat the shit.
Go." the Master commanded.
I moved forward, the weight of the cord creating drag and pulling on my nuts.
I finally got to a point where the cord was in relaxed state but was stretched
out it's full fifteen relaxed feet. I started moving forward and immediately
felt the pull on my nuts.
I hadn't gone more than a foot or two when the pull was about the same as I
remembered from the twenty pound weight. It didn't cause any pain, but it
wasn't all that comfortable either.
I continued to move forward, each inch adding more pressure and squeezing my
balls tighter and tighter. I was now only about five feet from the ball, I
still had no pain, but was very uncomfortable.
Still I crept forward, at four feet away the first pains began. They were like
little knife thrusts deep in my groin. I tried to ignore them and kept moving
forward. Each inch started increasing the amount of pain that burned through my
nuts.
I was only two feet away from the ball. I was sweating profusely, it was
running down my forehead and into my eyes. One of the trainers saw and came
over with a rag and whipped the sweat away. He also had a small white rag that
he pushed to my mouth.
"Suck it gently, Dinky it will relieve the dryness in your mouth." he said
quietly.
I gratefully sucked on that rag for a few moments then began that forward
journey again. I wanted to stop, to go back and give my nuts a rest, then try
continuing, but I knew if I stopped I would not be able to get going again and
would for sure be eating 2 pounds of dog shit.
Gritting my teeth I made the supreme effort and decided I had only one chance of
success and that was to go for the prize all in on fell swoop. I would either
win or loose, but I couldn't keep up this creeping, it was hurting too much.
I took a deep breath, clenched my teeth and lunged forward, my balls felt like
they were being pulled off my body. I bent down opened my mouth and grabbed the
ball. Just as I lifted my head, the Master called time. I had won.
The crowd broke into a loud cheer. Bully for them, I thought as my nuts felt
like they were being torn off. I knew I had to move backwards as quickly as
possible to relieve the fucking pressure before my fucking balls went flying off
into the next century.
It really didn't take long to get back and as I moved backward the pain
lessened. Once there was no more pressure, one of the trainers detached the
cord and then removed the little jacket. I sighed a big sigh of relief.
"Let' have a big round of applause for Dinky's success." the Master shouted as I
walked up to him and presented the ball.
He rubbed my head and then popped another of those marshmallow things in my
mouth. Right away the foul taste enveloped my taste buds. I chewed it
quickly and swallowed.
"We will pause for a moment before the next demonstration. I think Dinky is
thirsty after all this exercise.
"Are you thirsty Dinky?" he asked.
Stupid dog that I am answered right away. I was thirsty, this shit was hot
work.
"Rrrrough." (yes).
"One of the trainers will bring him a nice drink. Once he has satisfied his
thirst, by drinking it completely from the bowl we will continue." he
announced, with emphasis on the part about "drinking it completely".
A warning went through me that I shouldn't have said yes. I didn't like the
sound of that emphasis. Why would he emphasize that? Guess I was soon going
to find out as one of the trainers approached with a stainless, steel bowl.
He placed it down in front of me and I bent over. Whatever the fuck it was, it
wasn't water. It had some white bubbles on top and seemed to be a yellow
colour. As I bent down, I realized right away what is was. Someone had pissed
in the bowl and they wanted me to drink it in front of all these people that
know me.
I don't know where he got it from, but as I hesitated above the bowl, I felt
that switch begin to rub back and forth along my back. Fighting back my pride I
bent down and began to drink the piss. It was warm which meant it was fresh
and it had a bitter taste which only complimented the foul taste from that
fucking marshmallow.
If it weren't for the fact my stomach were already empty, I think I would have
started puking again. But I managed to get it down, there was only a small bit
left in the bowl when the Master again began to speak.
"Did you all notice the gusto with which Dinky attacked that bowl?" he asked.
"It wasn't because he was thirsty, believe me. It was because it was his
favorite drink..." he paused here for effect, while I kept lapping up the last
drops.
"Dog piss." he said, and the crowd sounded like they were going to be sick.
I turned green and wished that I could be. Fucking dog piss, the miserable
lousy bastard and made me drink dog piss. I wanted to rear up and bite the
bastard on the fucking throat and tear out his juggler vein. I'd show him a
fucking dog. But of course we know that was not possible, so I just sat there
looking at the ground in my shame and felt sick.
The Master reached down and pushed another marshmallow thing in my mouth, this
one had the fucking spice in it and my mouth was on fire again.
"Now for our next little demonstration of Dinky's abilities. While Dinky was
busy lapping up his favorite drink, the trainers have been busy setting up a
little something to show you just how intelligent Dinky really is." he said
pointing to a steel rod with a ring welded to the top and pushed deeply into the
ground.
In a huge circle all around the steel rod other rods had been driving into the
ground, there had to be thirty or forty of them. They each had a hooked top,
in other words the top bent over much like a candy cane.
A rope was tied to the main steel rod and then had been threaded all around the
circle of hooked rods, it was a complete tangle.
The Master took me over and clipped the end of that rope to my collar.
"Now gentlemen this is a timed demonstration. If you look way down at the end
of this field you will see the red ball. All Dinky has to do is get that ball
in his mouth before time runs out. He will have exactly 30 minutes." he
announced.
I looked at the tangle of line around all those little posts, how the fuck was I
going to get that all undone in 30 minutes?
"If he fails to get the ball, then it is obvious he is a pretty stupid dog and
doesn't deserve the credit we have been giving him." the Master went on, then
paused.
Oh, oh something mean is coming.
"So if he fails it will mean he has disappointed all you fine gentlemen and
therefore owes you some entertainment. Would you not agree." he asked loudly.
The crowd cheered out a thunderous, "Yes."
"And so it shall be." as he said this the trainers wheeled out the cage that
held Rellik.
As soon as I saw the cage I knew exactly what I would be forced to do if I
failed to get the red ball.
"I am not going to spoil the surprise by telling you what Dinky will do to make
it up to you, but will say it involves, Rellik." he said pointing to the dog.
"Do you understand what you have to do Dinky?" he asked.
"Rrrrough." (yes) I barked with no enthusiasm.
I looked at the tangled mess and knew right away that there was no way I could
get this tangle undone before the time ran out and that bastard knew it. This
was just a little game to please the crowd and that was all. I was not
supposed to win this one. They wanted me to play with Rellik.
But I couldn't give up, if there was any chance at all that I could avoid
Rellick I was going to go for it. I quickly went the to first hook the line was
wrapped around, bent down, taking the line in my mouth and unhooked it, then
hurried to the next and the next.
The biggest problem emerged at around the 10th hook. The line that I had
unhooked became tangled in the other hooks as I released more. I stopped and
gave it a little thought while looking around the circle.
An answer presented itself and I went for it. I pulled all the rope I had
untangled so far, out to the edge and made sure it was on the outside of a hook.
From then on as I unhooked rope I took the loose bit out to the edge. This
seemed to work real well and I could see I actually was making progress. My
only other problem was I had no idea how much time I had left.
As I worked away as quickly as I could I began to sweat from the heat. The
tangled mess slowly became untangled and was wrapped around the outside of the
circle.
Finally I unhooked the last of the tangled stuff. Now I had to get all that
rope off the outside hooks so that I could head for that ball. The crowd had
been cheering me on the whole time and now had gone wild. I figured I must
still have a good chance of winning this thing so went all out.
Once I had it all unhooked from the outside ring and knew that I would be able
to stretch it out, I headed for the ball. I was only ten feet from the ball
when the rope snagged on something and stopped me short, choking me.
I looked back and could see that somehow it had jumped or something and got
tangle in a hook. I turned around and hurried back as quickly as my doggie
legs would carry me.
I was out of breath and sweating like a stuffed pig by the time I got to the
tangled bit of rope. I had to stop for a moment and catch my breath. Then I
bent down and untangled it. Then headed back towards the ball.
I was just bending over to pick the ball up in my mouth when the Master standing
beside the ball shouted.
"Times up. Good try Dinky, but you loose."
Filled with the most terrible frustration I had ever felt in my life, I lifted
my head and did the only thing I could to relieve the pressure, I howled.
"Owwoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Owoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" as loud and with as much force as my throat and
vocal cords would allow. It was a howl of anguish and complete despair.
The crowd had been extremely noisy and boisterous up till then, even the Master
had been laughing. But that howl was so full of anguish, everything became
deathly quiet. The birds stopped singing, the breeze stopped shaking the
leaves. Not a sound prevailed, except for that howl of anguish and despair
being emitted from my throat.
The Master was the first to recover. He quickly jammed one of those fucking
marshmallows in my mouth. I of course stopped the howling immediately and my
mouth filled with that foul taste. Then as I began to chew, my mouth was on
fire again. Another fucking spiced one.
The Master unclipped the rope, then clipped my leash and started walking back to
the centre of the circle. The trainers quickly moved in and coiled up the rope
and began pulling out the hooks.
When we were back at the centre of the circle he ordered me to sit. He then
crouched down and talked to me.
"You did a great job on that one Dink, but you were just a few seconds too slow.
There is nothing I can do about that. You knew the penalty for not succeeding
and now must pay it. I don't know why you don't like it, you should be loving
it. I know how much you like to suck cock. You did a great job on mine." he
taunted me.
I just sat there feeling dejected. The crowd was still strangely quiet. I
noticed and looked up. They did not seem to be too happy that I had been so
close. It seemed to me that they had somehow managed to drum up just a small
spark of sympathy for me, their old comrade.
"Same as you did for Killer, Dinky." the Master was saying. "And afterwards be
sure to lick all around his cock, balls and ass hole. This time you better not
fucking puke or you will be severely punished."
He stood up and gave a sign to the trainers. They opened Rellik's cage and he
came bounding over, his tongue hangin' out the side of his mouth and saliva
dribbling all over the place.
As soon as he got to me he started the licking, the Master touched my side and
my tongue came out and the dog and I were licking each others faces. I heard a
loud gasp of disgust from the crowd.
"Just look how Dinky loves to suck tongue with his boyfriend Rellik." the Master
sung out.
The crowd cheered and laughed at the Master's funnies.
When Rellik finally became bored with trading spit, he headed for my back end
and began licking around my cock and balls. My dick had already begun to rise
and was now up fully as Rellik gave it pleasure. I moaned in spite of myself.
"Just look how Dinky loves to have his cock and balls licked by Rellik. Ain't
he one great faggot pig." the Master spit out.
I was too far gone to worry about what he was saying. Rellick had me
squirming. Rellick was much better trained than Killer. When he got to my
asshole, he managed to snap his tongue inside my hole, despite the wire holding
my tail. This shot waves of pleasure through me that I just could not ignore
and I moaned loudly.
Then he was back licking my dick and I started shooting my load. Rellik
continued to lick as my load shot out. I was so ashamed, I just couldn't look
at the crowd and kept my head down.
The Master called the dog and snapped his fingers. Rellik stopped licking my
back end and hurried around in front of me.
"Rellik, three." the Master ordered and Rellik dropped to the ground and rolled
over, with his legs up in the air.
"Well as you can see gentlemen, Rellik did a great job of giving Dinky pleasure,
now to show his appreciation, Dinky will reciprocate." the Master announced to
an astonished crowd.
I looked down and could see that Rellik's dick was every bit as big as Killer's
had been. It was only sticking out an inch from the sheath at the moment. I
would have to use my tongue to get it growing.
I wanted to get this humiliation over with, so bent down and started licking
the small bit of dick sticking out. At the first touch of my tongue it began
to grow rapidly. I licked it faster and faster and it grew to a huge size.
About 8 inches long and 2 inches in diameter.
I had the head in my mouth and was doing my best to get him to the point of
cumming when the Master softly whispered in my ear.
"Force the whole thing down your throat Dinky and face fuck yourself that way.
You keep deep throating until his knot forms." he ordered.
His knot, what the fuck was a knot. It was about five or ten minutes later
that I knew. I had forgotten that the end of Killer's dick had grown large in
my mouth and it was stuck there until he had cum. Rellik's dick was now doing
the same thing. Now I knew what a fucking knot was.
I wanted to pull off before it got so big it would be stuck there. But I knew
if I did that this Master would not hesitate to cause me serious pain. In fear
I let the damned thing swell until it filled my mouth and locked itself inside.
"Ah, Dinky has succeeded in bringing Rellik to orgasm. The knot has formed
and now they will stay locked together until Rellik shoots his load down Dinky's
throat. After Rellik has delivered his load to Dinky's gullet we will chain
Dinky up to the tether and any of you that would like to come and say good bye
to him before you leave, please feel free." the Master said, walking away and
leaving me with Rellik's fucking swollen cock locked in my mouth.
I watched as he went over and started talking with Mr. Crawford. They began
laughing and joking about something, probably me. Then I saw Pat approach from
outside the ring. He was up behind Mr. Crawford's chair and got into the
conversation.
It took Rellik a good five minutes or so before he finally decide to shoot his
fucking cum down my throat. Again I wasn't prepared and almost fucking choked
to death. Once he had emptied his nuts his dick returned to normal size and I
was able to pull off.
As soon as I did, one of the trainers was beside me. He nudged me gently with
his boot. The Master, Mr. Crawford and Pat watched from the side lines. Why
wasn't Pat doing anything to help me, I wondered.
I knew what the nudge was for and bent back down and licked around that fucking
dog cock as it receded into it's sheath, then it was down and around the balls.
The worst part was still to come and I bent forward, but it did take another
nudge from the trainers boot, to force me down.
My mouth got closer and closer to the dog's asshole, but this time there was no
smell, well other than the normal smell you would get from a dog. My nose was
right up, almost touching the little, wet, grayish coloured hole, but there was
still no smell of shit.
I let out a small sigh of relief, they had cleaned the dog good to make sure I
didn't puke. Nice and fucking considerate of them, don't you think.
My tongue flicked out and touched the warm little hole. There was no taste and
still no smell, so I licked. I figured the sooner I get this over with the
sooner I get back to the relative safety of the bar.
I was just about to pull my head away, figuring I had given them what they
wanted when the little pucker gave a little heave and a fucking turd popped out.
I lifted my head right quick.
"Get your fucking head back down there and smell that turd or you will really be
in shit." the trainer growled just loud enough for me to hear.
I lowered my head and pretended to be sniffing that fucking piece of shit. The
other trainer called the dog and he got up and trotted off. I was forced to
continue sniffing the fucking turd. Finally the trainer pulled gently on the
leash and led me to the tether. He tied the leash to the tether and walked off.
"He's all yours gentlemen." I heard the Master announce.
I was soon surrounded by people that used to be my friends, but were now nothing
more than a heard of animals, helping my captors torment me more.
The first one over was Jack. I had worked very closely with him for going on 3
years. We had got along fine and had even gone to TGIF together a few times.
"I didn't fucking believe it when Crawford told us that you had sold yourself to
a guy as a sex slave, Harold. I still find it hard to believe. You must be one
weird fuck. Well enjoy you life sick'o." he spit out at me and then walked
away.
Tears formed in my eyes and I whined softly. How could they all believe such
bullshit. Couldn't they see that I was being forced. Damn it what the fuck
was wrong with everyone.
After Jack, it just kept getting worse and worse. Almost every male I had known
for the past few years came up and denounced me as a pervert of the worst order.
The last one to come over was Crawford.
"I am really sorry your such a demented soul Harold, but I am sure glad you left
when you did, I was about to promote you to manager of the communications
division. Well enjoy your sick sex life Harold, they say it takes all kinds and
I guess they are right." he shook his head and walked away.
I was now all alone, the others had abandoned me and gone back to the tents
where the food and drink were. I was completely ignored, left all alone in my
misery.
I lay down on the grass and put my head in my paws and just cried.
"Ready to go home Dinky." Pat asked.
I lifted my head quickly and there he was crouched in front of me. I was so
happy to see him but all I could do was break in to terrible sobbing. I was a
little kid again, with a broken heart.
He moved up close and wrapped a strong arm around me, pulling me close. He
whispered softly too me, words of love and affection. Telling me not to worry
about what all those assholes had to say. They knew nothing about nothing and
never would.
He finally managed to calm me down, undid the leash and led me from the garden,
by a route other than through that crowd.
Instead of going through the house, he took me to a gate. A few moments later
we were back out on the street. He opened the back door of the truck and
pulled down a small ramp. I could see now so had no trouble climbing up and
into the cage which as sitting there waiting for me.
The ride back was uneventful. I was not fastened in that upright position so
anyone looking in could not see that I was not an animal. I made sure of that.
Back at Charlie's place he pulled up to the loading dock and Jake helped him get
the cage off the truck. They spoke a few words and then Pat wheeled me all the
way back to the cell room. He placed the ramp on the cart and opened the cage
door.
"Get yourself over to the table, Dink and I will get one of the guys to help me
get you up onto it." he said as he popped back out the door.
I waddled over to the table and waited until he and Pete returned. They lifted
me up and Pete left.
It only took Pat a few minutes to remove the doggie gear.
"Oh I can not tell you how glad I am it is over, Pat. That has got to be the
worst thing that has ever happened to me. I think I would rather be whipped
then to have to go through that again."
"Easy Harold, just relax. It's over and you were great. That Master was so
fucking impressed with you that he is paying Charlie a bonus." Pat said calmly.
"What!" I exclaimed in surprise.
"The fucker treated me like a piece of shit, made me suck dog cock, humiliated
me completely in front of people that know me. Now the bastard adds insult to
injury by paying a fucking bonus. I'd like to cut the bastards guts out and
make him eat them as he dies." I cried out in anger.
"Easy, easy Harold. I wasn't that bad. Your not hurt are you?" he asked.
"Your fucking wrong Pat, I am hurt. I am hurt more than the fucking whippings,
more than the agony of that fucking little cage. They made me into a nothing
today Pat, a nothing. A worthless piece of shit, that is all that I am now.
Just a worthless piece of shit." and I began to cry uncontrollably again.
"I'll be right back Harold. Stay right here." he said.
I lay back on the table and continued to cry uncontrollably.
Pat returned a few moments later carrying a little black bag. He quickly
opened the bag took out a syringe and a small bottle of clear liquid. He
carefully filled the syringe. He lay the syringe down on the table for a moment,
took a small square package from the bag and tore off the end. From the
package he took a little wipe and wiped my shoulder. He picked up the syringe,
held it upright and pushed the plunger up a bit until liquid squirted out. He
then quickly plunged the syringe into my arm and pushed down on the plunger.
"Relax, Harold this will help you to calm down and you will probably get tired
and fall asleep. Just relax, let it happen and you will feel much better." he
whispered to me.
I just continued to cry and sob. I didn't want to feel much better, all I
wanted to do was die.
To be continued.
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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