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coincidences.
This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate gay sex. If
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please don't. If you are offended by acts of homosexuality between consenting
and non-consenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.
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in this story. It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts
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they are doing.
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A Daymare on Kelly Street
by Rob
Part 25
Twinky Doggie in the Bar
Twink was speechless when I opened the door and ushered him into my room. He
stood there for the longest time, his mouth hanging open, just looking
everywhere.
"Is this really your apartment, Sir?" he finally asked.
"Yes, Twink it is." I answered.
"Wow, bet if must be expensive." he muttered.
"Expensive?" I responded quizzically.
"Your rent I mean." he said.
"Oh." I laughed. "No, I don't pay rent. This is the room Master Charlie
assigned to me after my training."
"He gives his slaves rooms like this?" he asked unbelieving.
"Yes Twink, I found it hard to believe as well, but this is the room he assigned
to me."
"I've never had a room of my own." he said sadly.
"Had to share with my two brothers and my sister. Rosie had her own bed, but
Chad, Tobias and I shared."
"Well I have no idea where Charlie will accommodate you after your training, but
I imagine you will at least have your own bed." I said.
"I think I could live with that." he replied his beautiful, blue eyes
sparkling.
"Had you ever had a male-male relationship before you were brought here, Twink?"
I asked.
"Well....." he hesitated.
"Oh go on, don't be shy." I encouraged him.
"Yes I guess I did, kind of. I had a real good friend when I was 12. We were
best buds, if you know what I mean."
I nodded that I did.
"Well his parents had more money than mine so he had a better apartment and even
his own room. I would stay over at his place once in a while. I am not sure
when or why, but we started feeling each other, ya know.....touching, after the
lights were out." he explained, his face just a little flushed.
"It went from feeling to wanking each other. Sometimes we would have contests
to see who could cum the fastest when we wanked each other, but we never did
anything like sucking, Sir. His parents moved to another city when I was
around 14 I guess . I have never seen or heard from him since. But that was
my only experience."
"What about with girls?" I asked.
"No, Sir not yet. A couple of times I got close, but the girls backed down at
the last minute. " he answered his face getting even redder.
"So until you came here the only real sex you had was with your five fingered
pussy, that right?" why the hell was I embarrassing him with these dumb
questions?
"Yes Sir." he answered hesitatingly.
"Do you like having sex with other guys, Twink?"
"At first I didn't Sir, but I do now. It is really great and so much better
than the hand Sir." he answered.
"Well Twink we have almost an hour to kill before Harry brings our dinner, wanna
hop into bed with me?" I asked luridly.
"Yes Sir." he said, his voice full of enthusiasm.
We had a great evening. Dinner was excellent. We went to the games room
played a few games of pool then hurried back to my room for more sucking,
neither of us really liked being a top. I took him back to his cell at 11 pm,
I would liked to have kept him in my bed all night, but Charlie had not given me
permission. I gave Twink a kiss, then locked the cell door and went back to my
room.
Pete and Larry were just entering the cell room when I arrived the next morning.
They went to the table to get things ready while I opened the cell and let Twink
go to the toilet and then have a shower. He was already under the shower when
I remembered that he had to shave every day now, so took him a razor with new
blades.
While Twink showered and shaved, Pete, Larry and I discussed the morning
schedule which would begin after Charlie released Twink from doggie duty in the
bar.
We decided that we would have a full dress rehearsal. Larry and I would suit
up. We figured it might be possible to run through it three times before lunch,
depending on how long Charlie kept Twinky doggie in the bar.
We were just finishing off our plans for the afternoon, which included a good
work out in the gym and then into the pool, when Twink appeared.
"Ok, Twink up on the table. Time to go into doggie mode." I ordered.
He got up on the table and onto his hands and knees without having to be told
to. Pete and Larry moved in to start dressing him.
"Master Charlie wants you to have breakfast with him this morning Twink. But
you will have to do that as Twinky doggie. Now a word of warning, eat
whatever you are served and make sure you lick up anything you spill." I
instructed.
"Yes, Sir." he answered.
"Also Master Charlie may decide to show you off. He may tell you to go around
to all the tables. If so try to do it like a dog would, always think dog.
Some of the guys in the bar may want you to suck their cocks. Do it. It is a
normal part of doggie duties when in the bar."
Pete came forward with the eye piece.
"Ok, in just a moment the eye piece will be put in place and you become, Twinky
doggie. Don't forget you must never speak or act like a human while in doggie
mode. Ok?"
"Yes, Sir." he answered.
Pete placed the eye piece on his head and I could just imagine his
consternation. That eye piece was a terrible torture weapon.
"As you have now noticed seeing through the eye piece is not exactly a big
thrill. If you want to focus on something turn one eye towards it and close
the other. You will find that the easiest way, Twinky." I said, rubbing his
head.
I attached his collar and the guys lifted him off the table and down to the
floor. We left for the bar right away.
The first thing I noticed when we entered the bar was that it was almost full.
Charlie must have passed the word around that a new doggie would be present for
breakfast. Poor Twink, I had a feeling he was going to get more than his fill
of cum this morning.
I walked him over and handed Charlie the leash. Charlie looked down, smiled and
placed his hand on Twink's head, then began to scratch him behind the ear.
"Good morning Twinky." he greeted.
Twink shook his rear so the tail would wag. Charlie took note of that and I
could see that it made him very, very happy.
"Good boy. Happy to see your Master, huh." he said.
"Rrrough." (Yes) Twink barked.
Twink, it would seem was having fun. He liked this shit by the look of things.
Well maybe he still had a lot of kid left in him, after all he still looked very
young.
"That's a good dog." Charlie praised.
"Are you hungry boy?" he asked.
"Rrrough." (Yes) Twink answered.
"Well just lay yourself down here while I get that lazy, good for nothing
kitchen slut to get your breakfast." he said.
Twink got himself down with no problem and placed his head in his paws.
"Harry!" Charlie bellowed.
"Get your ass in here."
A moment later Harry, dressed in fresh whites, came quickly shuffling from the
kitchen.
"We got us a new dog here Harry. He is a great dog and deserves a really good
breakfast. Now you go out back to the garbage cans and you find him some real
nice left over's from last night. If any of it has coffee grounds or dirt on
it, make sure you wipe it off." he ordered.
"Yes Sir." Harry said limping back to the kitchen.
I had been watching Twink during this exchange because I was kind of half
expecting Charlie to pull a dirty trick like that, he had done it to me.
At the mention of garbage cans out back his head came up. He turned one eye
towards me, I wondered if he was focusing in on my face. I was helpless to do
anything for him. So I just kept a blank look on my face and quickly averted
his stare.
It didn't take Harry long. He came shuffling back with the double sided dog
dish in his hand. He went right to Charlie so he could inspect the food first.
"This shit doesn't look like it came from a fucking garbage can, Harry." he
growled.
"Yes Sir, it did Sir. They was a lot of food throwd out last night. I just
grabbed a hand full and dropped it in the dish, Sir." Harry defended himself.
"Well you can take it right back out into the alley and drop it on the fucking
ground and kick it around a little. I don't want this fucking dog to get Ritz
Carlton tastes. He is only a mongrel and is used to eating out of garbage
cans." Charlie practically yelled.
Harry scooted off back to the kitchen as fast as his gimp leg would carry him.
Charlie was on a rampage this morning, it wouldn't do for any slave to piss him
off. He got real carried away with his punishments when he was in this kind
of mood.
About five minutes or so later, Harry returned and passed the bowl to Charlie
for inspect.
"Is that the sloppiest slops we have, Harry?" he asked.
"Yes Sir." he answered.
"We are throwing away an awful lot of good food while all around the world kids
a starving to death. Well this looks too good for the dog, lets see if we can
make it just a little more palatable for him. Spit in it, Harry." Charlie
ordered.
Harry of course spit in Twink's breakfast. Twink's head shot up, I could
imagine what he was thinking, I remembered when something similar happened to
me. But on that occasion after Charlie forced Harry take the dish around and
get everyone to spit in it, he made Harry eat it. I wouldn't be a bit
surprised if that wasn't running around in Harry's head as well.
"Now take it around and let everyone honk in it. That should give it lots of
gravy, it does look rather dry." Charlie ordered.
Harry took it around and of course all the fucking assholes spit in Twink's
breakfast. My only fear was that Harry would place that bowl in front of me.
Would I be able to do it? I didn't know and didn't want to find out. But I
was quaking inside just the same.
Harry didn't make it all the way around the room. He had only been about half
way round when he came back to the table.
"The bowl is full, Master Charlie, Sir." he said.
Charlie looked in the bowl and sure enough it was almost overflowing. He picked
up a spoon and stirred all the spit into the food. I noticed that a few of the
assholes had spit in the water instead of the food and the goop was floating on
top.
"There that should do it. A nice wholesome breakfast for my new dog. Take it
to him Harry." he ordered.
Harry placed the bowl down in front of Twink. All the exuberance of being a
dog had left him. He didn't wag the tail as he stood up and turned his head so
he could look into the bowls. And that is all he did, was look. I could see
that Charlie was getting impatient.
"Eat up Twinky, you have a long day ahead and will need all the energy you can
get." he said kindly.
Twink didn't pay him any attention. He just kept looking down at what he knew
was a foul concoction of garbage and spit. I suddenly realized that the only
way Twink would eat that shit was if Charlie were to provide a strong enough
incentive. I also knew that Charlie would, more than enough in fact.
"Pete." Charlie bellowed.
"This fucking dog needs to be taught not to be fussy."
"Yes Sir." Pete said getting up and coming around the table. Charlie handed him
the leash.
"Your his fucking trainer, Harold." Charlie growled.
"Go help Pete."
"Yes Sir." I replied getting up quick.
"Go get a pair of rubber gloves from behind the bar, Harold." Pete said as I
caught up to him.
I did as I was told and then headed into the men's room. Pete was standing
outside the last stall. This one was larger than the others. I walked to
him.
"You are not going to like this Harold, but that is too fucking bad. You will
do exactly as I tell you and if you fail you can bet you will be having hot,
bloody balls for breakfast."
I went white, I am sure.
"Give me the gloves." he ordered.
I handed him the gloves and he slipped them on quickly. They were those latex
kind that are used by medical people.
"Twink, you must never, ever refuse an order given by Master Charlie or any
other Master for that matter. What I am going to do is teach you a lesson.
It is not a fun lesson. Not for me, not for Harold and definitely not for you.
But I am going to teach it too you anyway. When the lesson is over we will go
back to the bar and you will eat your fucking breakfast." he said, his voice
full of anger.
He opened the stall door and walked in and gave a yank on Twink's leash. Twink
crawled in, but his steps were hesitant steps. He hadn't gone far before he
realized the full impact of what this lesson was going to be.
I did though, right from the first moment I saw Pete head into the toilet. I
still remembered a hunk of shit that had got caught in my throat when I tried to
kill myself while they were doing this to me.
Now here I was about to do this very same evil fucking act to a boy to whom I
had made love less than fifteen hours ago. I was really starting to hate
myself.
"Get your fucking head right over the bowl Twink." Pete ordered.
Twink didn't want to obey, but he did. I could see the shiver of fear travel
down his back as his face went over the foul stinking mess in the bowl. He
had the eye piece on so probably could not see that mess very well.
"I am going to remove the eye piece Twink just to protect it. You however will
remain in doggie mode." Pete said as he bent over and unfastened the eye piece
and removed it.
He handed it to me and I took it out and placed it on the sink counter.
As soon as the eye piece was removed, Twink saw the horrible brown mess in the
toilet bowl. He looked up at Pete and shook his head in the universal sign for
No.
"Never mind looking for fucking pity, Twink. Harold warned you this morning to
eat whatever was put in front of you. You refused, well now you pay the price
for refusing." he said.
"Harold, you will get on Twink's back and make sure he doesn't stand up. He is
to keep his front paws flat on the floor at all times. If he lifts them he will
be whipped tonight after the rehearsal. Now get on him." Pete ordered.
I climbed onto Twink's back, I was much bigger and stronger than he so this
would not be a problem at all, physically. What it was doing to my head was
another matter entirely.
Pete placed a hand on Twink's head and without any warning pushed the boys head
into the foul mixture in the bowl. He held it there and I watched as his lips
silently counted.
It wasn't long before Twink started to struggle. I don't know if he managed to
take a deep breath before Pete had plunged his head in or not. My guess was
that he hadn't. He needed air and was now struggling to get it.
But Pete continued to hold the boys head down and count. Twink's struggles
became stronger and more violent. The boy was in real need of air now. How
long had it been, a minute, two. I don't know because I didn't start counting
when Pete did.
Finally after what seemed forever, Pete released the pressure on Twink's head
and he came up gasping. Pete reached into the foul mix and pulled something up
which he began to rub furiously into Twink's face. Twink was spitting and
gasping for air at the same time. That didn't phase Pete in the slightest. He
reached back into the bowl and pulled out more shit and rubbed that in Twink's
face as well.
He then peeled off the fouled glove and threw it into the toilet bowl and pushed
the plunger. The foul goopy mess flushed away and the bowl filled with clear
water.
"Hold him there Harold, I will be back in a few moments." Pete said as he left.
"I am really sorry this happened Twink, I tried to warn you this morning." I
whispered close to his ear.
"Don't say anything, they will hear you."
He continued to spit out the crap that Pete had rubbed into his mouth, and his
breathing started to come back to normal. Pete returned a few moments later.
He took up a position by the bowl and bent over.
"I am going to start washing the shit off your face Twinky. Just keep still
and it won't be long. Then we will go over by the sink and Harold will use
warm soap and water to clean you up good." he told the still spitting boy.
Pete dipped the cloth in the cold, clear toilet water and began to wash Twink's
face. It didn't take long before the water was a horrible brown colour. Pete
flushed and continued to clean Twink. He finally had all the shit off and we
got Twink to back out of the stall.
I took him over to the sink where Pete had placed a bottle of liquid bath soap
and a fresh cloth. I filled a sink with warm water, dipped the cloth in and
then pumped some of the soap onto the cloth.
"Keep your eyes closed Twink, this soap will probably burn if it gets in your
eyes."
I washed his face 5 times using fresh water for each wash and rinse. He didn't
stink anymore so I figured I had him clean.
"How's your mouth still got shit in it?" I asked.
"Rrrough." (Yes) he answered.
"Get yourself up into the beg position and then get in close to the sink. I
will fill my cupped hands with water and you can rinse your mouth a few times.
Afraid it is the best I can do right now, I don't have a tooth brush with me."
After I had him all cleaned up I took him back to the table and gave Charlie the
leash.
"Is my little doggie hungry?" Charlie asked.
"Rrrough." (Yes) Twink answered.
"Is he going to eat his num, nums?" he asked in baby talk.
"Rrrough." (Yes) Twink answered again, he didn't have any choice.
"Good boy, now go ahead and eat."
Twink bent over and began to eat the slop from the bowl. I could see that it
was all he could do the hold it down. Damn why did Charlie have to be so
fucking cruel all the time?
When the food and water was all gone, Charlie picked up the bowl. A few bits
had slopped onto the floor and of course Charlie had Twink bend over and lick
them up.
He then played his little, "embarrass the shit out of the slave", games. He had
Twink beg, then roll over, do a scratch and then the worst part, go around and
say good morning to everyone. This was the part the patrons loved. Their
opportunity to play a part in destroying another young mans self-esteem.
The morning was moving along really quickly. It was after ten and Twink was
still making the rounds. By my count he was now sucking his twentieth cock of
the morning. It was Pete that finally found the balls to tell Charlie that
this was cutting into Twink's training schedule.
"Oh fuck yeah, I forgot about tonight. We have to have him out of that outfit
by noon, don't we?" he stated.
"Yes Sir and we wanted to run through the routine at least a couple of time's so
that Harold can learn to hold on without falling off."
"Ok, I'll call him back and you can get on with the training." he smiled.
"Twinky doggie, come here boy. That's a good dog. Come on boy." he called
just like he was calling a real dog.
Twink had a cock down his throat when Charlie called. He pulled his head off
and hurried to Charlie. His eye piece was covered in cum. Some was still wet,
but some had dried and become crusty.
As soon as he got there, Charlie handed me the leash which I attached to Twink's
collar and led him to the cell room.
Pete and Larry were already there, having gone on ahead. Pete removed the eye
piece so Twink could see again, and Larry pulled out the tail.
"You are out of doggie mode Twink." he said.
"But you will be staying in the outfit for a while. Why don't you go and lay on
the mat over there while Larry and Harold get ready." he said in a friendly
manner.
It was hard to believe that a couple of hours ago he was rubbing shit in the
kids face. Now he was treating him like a friend. I don't think I will ever
understand what must go through his mind. But there was one thing I knew for
sure, I could never, ever be like them, I would rather be dead.
"Well I guess we will get you ready first Harold." Pete said. Pat will be here
shortly to help get Larry ready."
"Ok." I replied heading for the table and getting up on my hands and knees.
Five minutes later they were lifting me down to the floor.
I started to walk over to the mat to join Twink, when the door opened and Pat
came in.
"Hi guys, gonna be having yourselves some fun huh." he said with a laugh.
"Wanna join us?" I asked playfully.
"I would just love to see what you look like in Dicky mode."
Larry and Pete both broke out laughing.
"He looks real cute, Harold." Larry said.
"Just the sweetest little puppy you ever saw."
"Much cuter than that ugly mutt, Stinky." Pat rejoined.
We were all laughing, except Twink. He didn't look all that happy. I had a
feeling it was going to take a while before he got over having his head pushed
into a bowl of shit.
Larry crawled up onto the table and stood on his hands and knees while Pat and
Pete started to get him ready. A few moments later my wondering about what
colour Stinky would be, was answered. Gray.
He was gray, just like Tramp from Lady and the Tramp. He even looked a bit
like Tramp. I couldn't help but giggle.
Once outfitted, they lifted him to the ground and he made his way over.
"Ok, I think we have got to figure out some kind of routine for tonight." Pete
suggested.
"Perhaps something like Twink leading the way in and around the bar. Passing
by all the tables. Harold would be right behind, sniffing his ass and nuts.
If Twink stops then Harold should try and get under his belly to lick at his
cock. Larry would do the same for Harold. What do you think?" Pete asked.
"Yes, that would go over real well." Pat replied.
"Sounds good to me, too." Larry spoke up.
"Well I ain't too keen on any of this, but will do whatever you guys decide." I
blurted.
Twink didn't say anything.
"What do you think, Twink?" Pete asked.
He turned his head and gave the evilest look I have ever seen in my life. If
looks could kill Pete would be lying dead on the floor.
"I am just a slave, Sir. I have no opinions." he said flatly.
The room went deadly quiet. Pete just realized that he had a deadly enemy. I
had a feeling little Twink would never forgive Pete. In fact I had a feeling
that little Twink no longer wanted or was really willing to be, a slave.
Charlie had made a very big mistake this morning. He had destroyed a good
slave.
"Would everyone please leave for a few moments. I think Twink and I have to
have a talk." Pete asked.
He didn't have to ask twice, Pat held the door open for Larry and I. We filed
out into the hallway to give Pete a chance to work out this problem with Twink.
I estimate it took Pete a good half hour. When he opened the door he had a
smile on his face.
"Ok, Larry and Harold go to the bathroom, Twink is already there. He will lead
you guys in. Remember Harold act like a male dog in heat. Sniff Twink's ass
and balls, you want to fuck him. You want to fuck him real bad but he keeps
moving, so you sniff and get in the odd lick instead. Ok?" Pete instructed.
"Ok." I answered as I headed for the bathroom.
The bathroom door was propped open and Twink was just inside the door as I
entered. He gave me a big smile, which made me feel better right away. I had
not been too happy having been a part of his poor treatment and thought he was
mad at me as well.
"I understand a few things better now, Sir." he said quietly.
"I will do a good job and make you proud of me, Sir." he said.
"Thanks Twink, that makes me very happy." I replied.
"Come on Harold, get the fuck out of the way so I can get in too." Larry said
from behind me.
"Ah hold onto your fucking tail and do a swan dance." I sneered over my
shoulder.
Pat and Larry broke out into loud laughter.
"If you guys don't stop playing comedy hour we are never going to get this
damned thing practiced." Pete called out.
"Well there's another circus heard from." Larry responded.
"Ok, Twink. Whenever you are ready, lead on and we shall follow, like sheep to
the slaughter." Larry said.
"Stick with torture, Larry." I said. "You will never make it as a comedian."
Twink had started moving so I closed up and started sniffing. It's a damned
good thing we have enemas. I sure as hell wouldn't have wanted to be sniffing
a dirty asshole all evening.
Pete must have given Twink some instructions on what to do once he entered the
room, because he started wandering around as if there were tables.
I followed behind sniffing and licking at his ass and balls. He stopped a
couple of times and I scurried to his side, got my head under him and licked at
his dick, which was hard and resting against his abdomen. Larry was doing the
same to me. I had to admit this was one hell of a turn on. I was excited and
my breathing and heart rate had speeded up considerably.
Finally we reached what was supposed to be the stage area. It was actually a
large mat placed against the wall. Twink climbed onto the mat and went almost
to the other side to make sure Larry would be on it as well, then he stopped.
That was my cue to climb up on his back. I had been licking around his rosebud,
so it was well lubed. I squiggled myself in until I felt the head of my dick
touch his hot ass. I almost blew my load, right there and then.
I stopped and took a couple of deep breaths to try and calm myself down.
"What's wrong, Harold?" Pete asked.
"Oh, nothing Pete. This is just one hell of a bigger turn on then I expected
and I am ready to blow. Just trying to calm down a bit. I don't imagine
Master Charlie would be too pleased if I dumped my load before I even got in."
I said with a bit of a laugh.
"Well by tonight you will have done it a couple of times so that should not be a
problem. Your just one big sex pot, Harold." he laughed.
"Take your time. This is mainly to practice holding on anyway. Sure hope you
don't get so excited you fall off while shooting." he laughed again.
"Forget it Pete, I ain't going to fall off. Larry won't let me." it was my
turn to laugh.
All of this Tom Foolery helped me calm down and I figured I could get in with
out blowing too soon. I had held my dick up against Twink's hole the whole
time, while I calmed down. My precum was all over his rosebud. When I pushed
forward my hard, throbbing cock slid right in.
I tried to get a rhythm going but couldn't. Doing this with my ankles strapped
to my thighs was a lot more difficult then I thought it would be. It actually
became a bit painful. As it was my feet had been turned slightly inward and
down so they wouldn't bulge out too far.
The hair leggings which covered them was also very tight. This caused a lot of
pressure on the feet and ankles when I tried to hump Twink.
I leaned forward and got my front Paws around his chest and then tried just
moving my ass cheeks. This worked a little better, but there was still a lot
of pressure on the feet and ankles.
"This really is very painful on the feet, Pete." I said.
"I know Harold, but there is nothing we can do about it. Just make sure you
don't take all night cumming." he laughed.
"What about some of that, what was it J4x painkiller, Pat. Wouldn't that help?"
I wasn't ready to give up yet.
"Sorry, Harold. Pain is your bodies way of telling you something is wrong. If
I were to give you J4x you might get too carried away and really hurt yourself
without knowing it." Pat answered.
"Ok, but I gotta tell ya, this is really hurting."
"Well let's see if a hot rod up your pretty little pussy will help." Larry cut
in.
"Where ya going to find one of those." I asked with a giggle.
"Funny boy." Larry said as he rammed his huge dick up my ass.
He hit my prostate on the way in and the thrill took the pain away from my
ankles almost instantly. On the withdrawal the pain came back. So I was able
to get partial relief anyway.
With my already heightened lust, Larry's cock striking my prostate soon brought
my to edge again. I just could not hold on any longer. I speeded up and
started dumping my load.
My striking Twink's prostate also caused him to start shooting as soon as I
speeded up my thrusts. Larry was right behind, (pardon the pun).
Once our nuts were all emptied, Twinky turned around and lapped up his cum from
the mat. I followed around behind and began licking my own seed dripping form
Twink's sweet little bud and Larry was licking mine.
When everyone was cleaned up we all sat down and Pete and Pat joined us. We had
a short discussion just to make sure we had everything right for tonight.
Everyone seemed to be happy with the way it went. I had managed to stay on and
felt I would not have any problems with it.
It was too late to have another practice so I suggested we all get changed and
we could meet in the gym right after lunch. But Pat had a message from
Charlie.
"Charlie would like Dinky and Twinky to have lunch with him in the bar, Harold."
he informed me.
Right away my guard went up. After what Charlie had done to Twink this
morning, anything was possible. Just what I needed. Everything was starting
to go a bit smoother for me and now Charlie was going to pull something really
shitty, I just knew it.
"Ok Pat, will we have to wear the eye pieces or will the nose piece be enough?"
I asked.
"I think you can get away with the nose piece, however if he wants the eyepiece
he could get a little ornery. He never said one way or the other." Pat
answered.
"Well I think I am willing to take a chance. I really hate that eyepiece Pat."
"Ok, if he says anything I will try sticking up for you, but you know that
doesn't always work." Pat answered.
"Ya, ok. What about you Twink, which ever it is we both have to be the same?"
I asked.
"I would be willing to risk the nose piece as well." he answered.
"Ok, nose piece it is then." I replied.
Pat and Pete went over to the table and lifted Larry up. A few minutes later
they had the outfit off and he swung his legs over the side and stood up. He
walked around for a bit to stretch his muscles. It was going to be a while
before Twink and I could do the same.
Pat inserted the nose piece in my nostrils and I became Dinky doggie again.
Pete did Twink's. Leashes were attached and we headed for the bar and our
nemesis, Charlie.
Pat took me to Charlie's right side and handed him the leash, Pete took Twink to
the left side and did the same. Right away Charlie dropped a hand to my head
and began to scratch me behind the ear.
"Well ain't this nice, I have both of my new dogs together at the same time.
Now I guess we can all have a nice lunch together." he said warmly.
"We have been throwing out a ton of good food lately and I have decided to put a
stop to that right away. From now on the slaves we eat all the leftovers from
the bar kitchen. The dogs will eat anything that isn't palatable for the
slaves." he said to nobody in particular.
"The scrapings that Harry managed to salvage for the dogs was all covered in
coffee grounds and shit like that. I wouldn't want to feed my dogs coffee
grounds so I had Harry throw all the scraps in the urinals in the Men's room.
The patrons have been pissing on the scraps to clean them. Pete would you go
get the dogs their lunches from the Men's room?" he asked.
Oh fuck, I knew it would be something fucking rotten. I looked at Twink on the
other side of Charlie and he looked at me. I shook my head slightly to try to
indicate that he should just eat and not do anything to get himself in shit.
Pete returned in a few moments with the bowls. One was almost twice the size
of the other. He placed the smaller bowl in front of Twink and brought me the
big one.
I looked down into the bowl. It was full of meat scrapes, bits of carrot,
potato and gawd only knows what else. As well it was all wet and there was
what looked like water in the bowl.
Knowing what reluctance or refusal to eat would bring down on my shoulders I
leaned down and started to eat. The first few bites didn't taste too bad, but
it smelt awful. Then my mouth started to burn. Damn it, Pete had mixed
tobasco or something similar into the damned mess, my mouth was burning.
I looked over and could see that Twink had discovered the same thing. I brought
my head up near Charlie's lap.
"Rrrough, iiiieeee" (thirsty) I barked and whined.
"Is Dinky thirsty?" Charlie asked in that damned fatherly voice.
"Rrrough." (Yes) I answered.
"Well eat your lunch first and then I will get Harry to fill your bowl with
water. Don't want you filling up on water." he answered with a smile on his
ugly face.
I went back to eating that terrible concoction. When I got to the liquid I
realized that it wasn't water, it was fucking piss. Pete the bastard had
pissed in the bowl. Well I would get the fucker back some day, just one more I
owed the prick.
By the time I got it all down and had slurped up all the liquid, my mouth and
throat were on fire. I needed cold water desperately.
I looked up at Charlie but he paid no attention. He was eating a nice clean
hamburger. I tried to bark and whine, but my throat was in such bad condition
I couldn't make a sound.
Charlie just kept on eating, ignoring me completely while I suffered. I looked
over and could see that Twink was suffering as well. His face was all red and
his eyes full of tears. What the hell was up with Charlie? We hadn't done
anything wrong, at least I couldn't think of anything.
I watched as Charlie shoved the last of his burger in his mouth. Maybe now, I
thought, he would get us the water we so desperately needed. But oh did I
think wrong. He just continued to ignore us.
I kept trying to give the bark and whine that would get his attention, but I
still couldn't make a sound. What the hell else was in that fucking food I
wondered. Well I never found out and it didn't really matter because at that
precise moment I doubled over with cramps.
Horrible, eat away at your gut cramps. Cramps ten times worse than those I
experienced during my first enema. They got worse and worse, I was gasping for
breath, but not making a sound other than the gasps.
My eyes flicked open at one point and I happened to notice Twink was suffering
the same as I. You lousy, fucking prick, Charlie, I thought. What the fuck
have you done to us. The cramps got so bad I completely forgot Charlie, the
bar, me, everything except the unrelenting pains tearing my guts apart.
Then just as suddenly as they started, they stopped. I came back to my senses
covered in sweat. The floor all around me was wet from it. Well partly from
that, the rest was urine, I had pissed myself.
"Take them both into the shitter and feed them the purgative." I heard Charlie
say.
"Then get them to the cell room and let them get cleaned up. They can then
have a light lunch."
"Yes Sir." I heard Pete reply.
A purgative? What the fuck was that? It didn't sound like it was going to be
fun. Then a shower and light lunch. I didn't want to eat anything. My
fucking stomach had just been through hell and the prick wants me to eat again.
Pete came around and took my leash while Larry took Twink's. They led us to
the men's room. Pat came in the door right behind us.
"Ok, listen closely." Pat said.
"I am going to give you both a liquid to drink. It is sweet, just drink it
down quick and keep your head over the toilet bowl. The liquid will make you
throw up all that crude from your guts. You will both feel better afterwards."
Pete removed the nose piece from both our noses. Although the cramps had
stopped I was still sweating and trembling a bit from the experience and it felt
good to get the nose piece off.
I still hadn't figured out what I had done wrong to be punished like this. But
didn't think this would be a good time to ask. Each of us was led to a stall
with our heads over the bowl.
Pete came into the stall with me. He had a bottle about half the size of a
normal beer can. He removed the top and placed the opening too my lips.
"Try to hold this down as long as you can Harold, it will have a better chance
of neutralizing all that crude and it won't burn on the way up." Pete warned.
Pat hadn't lied, the liquid was sweet and the moment it touched my mouth the
burning stopped. I swallowed as quick as I could. My throat cleared up
instantly. I finished chug a lugging and just waited.
"Oh that's better, my throat was burning so fucking bad." I said softly testing
the vocal cords.
"Ya, it is rather nasty shit isn't it." Pete answered.
"Have you had a dose then?" I asked him.
"Oh yes, more then fucking once and don't want it again, either." Pete said.
"Oh, I think I am going to heave." I said suddenly.
"Hold it Harold." Pete advised.
"Hold it as long as you can."
"I don't think I can, oh man this is fucking awful." I whispered.
"Hold onto it Harold. Come on man, you can do. Just a minute or two longer.
Hold on Harold." he coached me.
I tried I really tried but my guts wanted the shit out and they were just a
boiling and frothing. I fought the need to puke as long as I could, but I lost
the battle and up it came.
It turned out that I had managed to keep it down long enough, because I didn't
get anything more than you normally get when you puke. A bad taste and a bit
of acid.
However, I have never puked so much in my entire life. I didn't think it was
ever going to end. Pete flushed twice while my stomach was emptying, where in
hell did it all come from, I wondered. Surely I couldn't have that much stuff
in my stomach. It was a large bowl, but not that large.
Once my stomach stopped heaving, Pete handed me a glass of fresh water to clean
my mouth with. I gargled and spit, gargled and spit. When the glass was
empty Pete took it back. A moment later he handed me another full glass.
"Drink this one down. If there is any crude still down there it will come up
right away. If the water stays down, your system is clean." he told me.
I drank the cold water down and it stayed. Poor Twink was not so lucky. I
heard him start to heave again.
Once Pete was sure I was finished he helped me back myself out of the stall. He
then walked me back to the cell room. A few moments later Larry and Pat came
in with Twink. The poor kid was white as a sheet. I don't think he was
feeling much better.
Pete and Larry lifted me to the table and quickly remove the Dinky outfit.
Then it was Twink's turn. We both headed straight for the shower.
After a good hot shower that lasted a good thirty minutes, we both got out and
dried ourselves.
Pete, Larry and Pat were quietly talking when we reentered the cell room.
"How are you guys feeling?" Pat asked right away.
"I am fine." I answered.
"Ok, I guess Sir, just a bit queasy." Twink answered.
"Well you shouldn't be feeling any after affects at all, Twink. Get up on the
table and lie on your back." Pat ordered.
Twink got up on the table and lay back. Pat opened his doctors bag and took
out a stethoscope and listened to Twink's insides.
"How long did he managed to keep the purgative down, Larry?" Pat asked.
"Not quiet the full five minutes, Pat, but was only a few seconds short. I
figured it was long enough though." Larry replied.
"Don't think it was. He has still got some of the stuff inside." Pat replied.
"It's ok Twink, I am going to fix you right up. Just lie still for a moment."
Pat went back into his bag and pulled out a package with a syringe. He opened
it and asked me to hold it for a moment. He then pulled out a small bottle
with a clear liquid.
I gave him back the syringe and he stuck the needle into the top of the bottle.
He filled the syringe, removed it from the bottle and held it up while he pushed
out the air. Then he handed it back to me.
"Ever given anyone a injection before Harold?" he asked.
"No Pat I haven't. Not exactly one of my favorite pastimes." I said with a
grin.
"Well no time like the present to learn." he said.
"Oh no Pat. I ain't stickin' no needles in Twink." I said suddenly fearful
that he wasn't joking.
"Oh yes you are Harold. The time may come when you will have to do it when no
one else is around. You might as well learn now the proper way to do it."
He reached in his bag for a bottle of alcohol and a swab. He disinfected
Twink's arm.
"Now you will need to stick the needle in the area that I just disinfected.
Hold the syringe right about here, about half way up the cylinder. Then
just give it a quick jab into the arm. Go ahead try it." Pat instructed.
My whole fucking body started trembling. I took a deep breath and taking aim
on the spot Pat had cleaned I jabbed the needle home. It just kind'a sunk in.
Twink didn't move or make a sound.
Now grasp the plunger and slowly push it down. Don't go too fast or it will
cause the patient pain. Nice and easy, were not in the middle of a race.
I again did as instructed and watched the clear liquid slowly empty from the
syringe. Twink just lay there not making a sound.
Once the syringe was empty, Pat handed me an alcohol doused swap and told me to
hold it on the needle at the point of entry. Then to pull the needle out and
let the swab fall onto the miniscule hole made in the skin.
I followed his instructions, handing him the syringe once it was out. I held
the swab on the injection site for a minute or to then Pat told me to pull it
away.
"Well how'd he do Twink?" Pat asked.
"I never felt it Sir. Master Harold really is good at it, Sir. That's the
first time I ever had a needle and didn't feel it." Twink replied.
My ego shot up through the roof. Holy shit I did it and did a good job. A big
smile split my face from ear to ear.
"Glad to help Twink, but I gotta tell ya, I was scarred shitless." I said.
Pat must have seen the pride in my eyes after Twink's comments and decided to
bring me back down to earth.
"Just wait till you have to give one in a nipple, the head of a cock or in some
poor pricks nuts." he smiled, looking me directly in the eyes.
"No fucking way Pat." I responded almost automatically.
"Oh I don't know about that. One never knows what one is going to be called
upon to do around here." he said.
Twink's colour began to improve within a few minutes of the injection.
Whatever the stuff was, it worked fast.
"Shit your looking better already." I said to him.
"Thank you Sir, I am feeling better as well." he replied.
"Well the both of you get over to the table, we have a light lunch there for you
and I promise the food has not been tampered with." Pat said.
We both made our way to the table. The light lunch consisted of a bowl of beef
barley soup and a ham sandwich, a glass of milk and a bowl of Jell-O. It sure
was better than the crap we were forced to eat in the bar.
Once we were finished Pete and Larry headed for the gym, taking Twink with them.
I stayed back and indicated to Pat that I would like him to wait a minute.
When the others were gone I asked the question that was bugging me. Why?
"What did I do wrong, Pat?" I asked.
"I thought Master Charlie was happy with me, that I was doing everything the way
he wanted."
"Well Harold, you didn't exactly do anything wrong. But Charlie thinks you are
being much too soft on Twink. He wants you to be firmer with him, Twink
refused to eat his breakfast this morning. Charlie was really pissed about
that. Harold if you had done your job correctly, Twink would not have refused
to eat." Pat said.
"Twink is not like you, Harold. He has accepted his slavery. He will always
obey, but he requires a strong leader to teach him that. Pete and Larry had
him well along in his training but you have set him back a bit. Not much, just
a bit. What Charlie did to you today was a warning, Harold. Be Twink's
leader or be prepared for severe punishment."
"I will try, Pat. I really will try." I answered.
"Ok, let's go to the gym and kill ourselves." he said with a laugh.
"Ya let's." I responded.
To be continued.
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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