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A Daymare on Kelly Street

Part 5 A Dog's Life

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.
Comments to:  robolder@excite.com   or    cumulust@yahoo.com


Daymare on Kelly Street

by Rob

Chapter 5

A Dog's Life

After eating, Pat and I made love at least a half dozen times, right up until it
was time for him to go.

"Go with the flow Harold.  Tomorrow, Pete and Larry are going to make you do a
lot of things you are going to hate.   But do it.  No one will harm you if you
do what you are told.   Charlie has issued that as a strict order, however don't
forget the consequences for failing to obey.   He was not kidding about selling
you out of the country.    I don't want to loose you Harold so please try very
hard."  he said worriedly. 

He gave me a quick kiss, closed and locked the cell door and then was gone.

I lay back on my bed, closed my eyes and thought about my situation.    I may
not like it, but things were better right now than having all that pain.   I
would just have to accept whatever those two fiends had dreamed up for me.   I
didn't much relish the idea of spending the rest of my life in a male brothel in
some decrepit  foreign country.

I closed my eyes and thought of Pat and the wonderful evening we had just spent
together.   Well if Charlie was going to reward me with this kind of treatment,
just for putting up with being a dog for 5 hours a day, I guessed that I could
handle it.   I fell into a deep sleep dreaming of Pat.

"Wakey, wakey, Dinky doggie."  Larry screamed at the top of his lungs as he
entered the cell room, early the next morning.

"Today is Dinky doggie's first day of doggie school and he sure don't want to be
late, does he?"  he shouted jovially as he unlocked the cell door.

At the first sound of his voice I had slid quickly out of bed and down onto my
knees.    I had my head down, not daring to look him in the eye.

"Off you go to the table, Dinky doggie, so we can get you ready for class."  he
was having a grand time with this.

Where the hell did he come up with the "Dinky doggie" thing, I wonder.   It
wasn't bad enough to be called Dink and Dog, now he was going to start calling
me Dinky doggie, fuck, I sure hoped he wasn't going to do it out side of this
room.

They were getting better at making me into a dog.   I don't think it took them
more than 10 minutes this time.   As soon as they had me ready they placed me on
the floor and attached the leash.

"Time for brecky Dinky doggie, let's go." Pete said as he gave a gentle tug on
the leash.

They took me back to the bar.   Charlie was in his usual place.   Does he ever
do anything but sit at that table, I wondered.

"Ah, my new dog, all ready for his first day of doggie school.   Come here Dink,
come on, that's a good boy."  he called to me.

Having no choice I made my way to him, wiggling my ass to make sure my tail was
wagging.   When I came up to him he put one of his big hands on my head and
began to scratch me behind the ear.   Shit I hated that.

"Harry,"  Charlie shouted.  "Bring my dog his breakfast."

"Yes Mr. Charlie, be right there, Sir."  I heard Harry answer back from behind
the bar.

What kind of a surprise would I get for breakfast?   I really didn't care as
long as it wasn't out of the garbage can.  At least I prayed it wouldn't be out
of the garbage can, because if it was, I was going to have to eat it anyway.

I heard Harry shuffling towards the table.

"Let me see it first, Harry.   Your not going to serve my dog anything but good
stuff."  Charlie said.

Harry placed the dog bowl on the table.

"Ok that looks good.   Nothing but the best for my dog." he said as he pushed
his chair back.

He bent over and placed the two sided bowl down in front of me.  I turned my
head to the left and closed my left eye so I could see what was in the bowl.  I
nearly flipped.  It looked like scrambled eggs, with pieces of sliced sausage. 
It sure smelled good.

"There ya go Dink, eat up, boy."  Charlie said.

I moved my head into a position that would pass for looking at him and gave a
little bark for a thank you.  Then went to work trying to eat my breakfast.  It
was scrambled eggs and sausage on top, under eggs I found some home fries.  The
whole breaffast was very good.   Harry was one hell of a great cook.   In the
other compartment was warm milk.   So much better to wash down breakfast than
water.

Eating like a dog, however is not fun.  The human face just was not designed to
eat this way.  The dog has a long snout, that can get into the bowl,
complimented with a very long, flexible tongue, that can also be used to grab
little morsels and bring them into the oral cavity.

With our mouths set back from our noses, the nose gets pushed into the food
before the lips can try to grab  something.   The tongue is practically useless
as a grabbing tool.  I kept pushing food out onto the floor and knew that I was
going to have to eat it or get punished.

Drinking the milk was much easier than eating.   I tilted my head back slightly
and formed my lips into a whistle and sucked up.   Near the bottom I had to
start using my tongue but I got it all.

Once the bowls were empty, Charlie bent over again and picked it up.  There were
little bits of egg and sausage all around where the edge of the bowl had been.

"Oh look there boy," Charlie said gleefully, "you missed some.  Go get it boy."

I knew this was coming.  I turned my right eye down towards the floor to try and
see where all the bits were.   This was the most difficult part.    It was
impossible to pinpoint the exact location of any of the bits.   I had a general
idea but that was all.   That of course made it necessary for me to lick the
whole fucking floor in the area where the bits were.   The floor was not exactly
clean either.    But I did get it done,  what a nice way to ruin a good meal.

They were all talking and I could hear that some of them were still eating so I
figured we would be here for a while yet.  I pushed my legs back slowly and lay
my self down, placing my head in my paws.

"Now don't forget, you two.   You don't go hurting my dog.   You make sure you
reward him when he does good, and punish him when doesn't do what is required,
but I don't want him being hurt.  I don't go for cruelty to dumb animals." 
Charlie directed.

While his instructions that they were not to hurt me was welcome, I didn't much
like being referred to as a dumb animal.

"Ok Charlie we won't hurt him."  Larry said.

"Just see that you don't, you two get a little carried away sometimes.   I can
just as easily sell you both to a brothel, so don't forget it."  he warned.

"Yes, Sir." they both responded in unison, fear in their voices.

I perked up at that little bit of news.  So they were both under warning as
well,  mmmmmm how interesting.  I wondered how I could put that knowledge to
work in my favor.   Well I would just file it away for now and watch for my
opportunity.

"Well you have both already wasted, almost a whole hour of Dink's time.  You
only have four hours left for this morning and I will want to see what he has
learned before the time is up, so get off your dumb asses and get to work."
Charlie snarled.

Pete and Larry, both gave a crisp, "Yes, Sir."  as they jumped up from the
table.

I thought that was hilarious, but managed to keep my laughter locked inside.  I
didn't need Charlie on my case, but it sure was a pleasure to see him on theirs.

Larry came around the table pretty quick and got the leash from Charlie.

"Come on Dink."  he called calmly, "time for your training to start."

I was getting pretty good at getting back up on my feet, so was up fairly quick
when Larry gave the order.  Charlie's big hand was down on my head the moment I
was on my feet.  That damned scratching behind the ear again.

"There you go Dink, be a good dog and learn your lessons well.   You may end up
with a nice treat if you do well this morning."  he said giving me another
scratch then removing his hand.

Larry pulled gently on the leash and I followed along.  Back out in the hall we
went.   The room they took me to was somewhere close to the kennel where I had
suffered so badly.   I could just faintly hear the dogs barking.

It was a very bright room with lots of strange equipment and a number of small
cages, similar, I was sure, to the one I had been kept in.   Along one wall
there were cabinets, a  big counter and what I assumed was a sink, I couldn't
see that well.

At the end of the counter was a larger refrigerator  then another smaller
counter on which rest what looked like a microwave oven.  That smaller counter
went right up to the back wall.   About 4 feet from counter and resting against
the wall was a large electric stove.

Along the opposite wall were the cages and a large wire mesh container holding
colored balls.

"This is your classroom Dinky doggie.  This is where you will learn how to
behave and a whole bunch of neat tricks to entertain Charlie and his friends." 
Larry taunted.

He bent over and unfastened the leash.

"Lesson one.  The first lesson is probably going to be the most difficult.   You
must learn to sit, Dinky dog, and Pete and I both know that it is very difficult
to do.   We will be very patient with you, but you will learn how to do it,
Charlie insists."  He said.

"Pete and I are going to help you until you are able to manage it by yourself."

They both positioned themselves on either side of me.  Placed one hand on my abs
and the other on my trussed up feet under the fur legging.

"Now just ease yourself back slowly Dink and you will go down.  We are holding
you so you won't go back to quickly and injure yourself."  Pete said
reassuringly.

I followed instruction and let my  ass start to go down.   It really was very
awkward.   If they had not been holding me I surely would have went back too
quickly and then been in a lot of pain.

Once I was down they let go.  Much of my weight was now resting on my toes
inside the fur legging.  It was not comfortable at all.  But it didn't cause me
any pain.

"Ok, now Dink try to get yourself up.  We will be ready to catch you if you go
back suddenly.   But you should be able to get up.  As you are rising try to
remember what is happening, you use the same muscles and technique to get down
alone."  Pete instructed.

I started to lift myself,  I was amazed at how easy it really was.   It was much
easier than the way I had been doing it.  I concentrated on what I was doing so
that I could try to do the same thing to get myself down.

"There, you did it Dink, that was great.  See it was easy to get up, wasn't it?" 
he asked.

"Rrrrough."  I barked once for yes.

"Good boy." Pete praised me.

He brought his hand to my mouth and pushed something inside.  It was a Smartie,
(M&M's).  Fuck they were going to go through with the reward thing and I was
going to end up with a gut full of Smartie's.  I chewed the damned thing up
quickly and swallowed.

"Ok, Dinky doggie, let's see you try to get down by yourself.  We will be here
ready to stop you if you loose control so don't worry.  You can trust us." 
Larry said.

I was going to have to take him at his word, but I think they were still
thinking about what Charlie had said, so I figured it was safe to trust them.

I started to let myself down.   It wasn't easy, simply because I had to control
the speed of decent.   I went down a little faster than I really wanted, but
true to their word they were both there to stop me from hitting hard.

I was praised again and another Smartie pushed into my mouth.  Then I had to get
up, got some praise and another Smartie.   Then it was down, praise, Smartie. 
Up, praise, Smartie.   This went on and on and on.   I was getting tired and my
legs were getting really uncomfortable.   But I was now able to get down and up
without any problem or assistance.

All this activity had caused my body temperature to go up and I had started
sweating.   My mouth needed a drink, the Smartie's were good, but chocolate
always leaves a coating in my mouth that I don't particularly like.   I needed
something to clean out my mouth.

I looked up at Pete and gave a little half bark and smacked my lips.

"Thirsty, huh." he said right away.

"Rrrrough." I answered yes.

"Ok, time for you to take a rest anyway.  You have been at it for over and hour. 
Come on over to the sink."  Pete said.

I followed him to the sink.   He opened a cupboard and took out a large,
stainless, steel bowl.   He turned on the tap and let the water run for a few
minutes to get it cold.  He then filled the bowl and placed it down on the floor
for me.   I was soon drinking to my hearts content.   It felt so much better
once I got the chocolate taste out of my mouth.

Once I had drunk my fill I turned and could see them talking over in a corner.  
I sat back on my hunches and waited for them to call.

They talked for a few more minutes then called me over.

"Ok, Dinky doggie time to learn some doggie language.   This will make your life
much easier."  Larry began.

"Lesson number two." Pete said.  "Never, ever, ever speak a human word.   No
matter what, when you are in doggie mode you must be a dog.   Punishment for
speaking  a human word will be swift and severe.  Understand?" he said.

"Rrrrough."

"Lesson three." it was Larry's turn.  "You already know this one Dinky doggie. 
One bark means yes, two barks mean no."

"Lesson four." Pete's turn.  "If you have to piss or shit during doggie mode,
bark three times and point yourself towards the outside door.  You keep doing
that until someone answers your call and takes you.  Now Larry will fasten your
leash and you can practice a couple of times."

Larry fastened my leash and stood back waiting.   I felt like a complete fool,
but had no alternative.

"Rrrrough, rrrrough, rrrrough."  I barked as I pointed myself towards the door.

Pete and Larry had begun to talk and they completely ignored me.  Well keep
doing it the man said, so........

"Rrrrough, rrrrough, rrrrough."  I barked this time pulling on my leash towards
the door.

"Be quiet dog and stop pulling."  Larry admonished, and then went on with his
discussion with Pete.

"Rrrrough, rrrrough, rrrrough."  I barked only this time I was much more
insistent.   I not only pulled, I really tugged and then began to whine.   I'd
show these to assholes a good dog.

"Good boy." Pete said popping another one of those fucking Smartie's in my
mouth.

"Another simple one."  Larry said.

"Lesson five.  How to ask for a drink when you are thirsty.  This one is simple
and employees lesson one.   You sit bring your front paws up in front of you at
chest level, then bark once and whine once close together." he said then
demonstrated.

"Rrrrough ayieee"

"Now let's see you beg for a drink."  he ordered.

I sat my ass down, lifted my paws up and  barked and whined.

"Rrrrough ayieee." drink please.

"Good boy." Pete said popping a....., you know what into my mouth.

"Lesson six.  Now if your hungry it is a little more complicated, Dink." Pete
said.

"If you want something to eat, again sit up and beg.   Then give one bark and
two quick whines, like so.  Rrrrough, ayieee, ayieee." he said and demonstrated.

"Ok, now your turn."

I was already sitting so all I had to do was lift my paws up then do the bark
and whine thing.

"Rrrrough, ayieee, ayieee." I'm hungry boys feed me, I thought as I made the
sounds.

Damn it, that fucking yahoo Pete, he must be able to read my mind because he
jammed another of those fucking things in my mouth.

"Good boy.  Now do it again so we can be sure you got it down pat."  he ordered.

I obeyed and ended up with another Smartie pushed in my mouth.   I was beginning
to think I was really gonna hate Smartie's long before my training was finished.

"Ok now, Dinky doggie, let's get on to something much more difficult for a
stupid dog like you. Listen up, this one is very important."   Larry said
seriously.


"Lesson seven.  It is possible that an emergency could arise while you are in
doggie mode.   The following is only to be used for emergencies.   But first we
are going to clue you in on what constitutes an emergency."  he smiled.

"These are the situations.  One.  Any situation that could involve serious
injury or death." said Pete. 

"Two." Larry's turn again.   "If you are having a real problem that could lead
to an injury.  For example, should the leg bindings be too tight and you feel a
leg going to sleep.   That would constitute an emergency."

"Three." back to Pete.  "you see something or hear something  that could lead to
serious problems or cause injury or damage."

"That's it.  If you use it without good reason, you will be punished."  Larry
finished off.

"Now this is what you do.  Give a bark, three quick yelps and a bark, try to do
it in sets of three.   That will get attention quickly.  Like this, rrrrough,
ayieee, ayieee, ayieee, rrrrough, -  rrrrough, ayieee, ayieee, ayieee, rrrrough,
-  rrrrough, ayieee, ayieee, ayieee, rrrrough.  Now you give it a go."   

"Rrrrough, ayieee, ayieee, ayieee, rrrrough, -  rrrrough, ayieee, ayieee,
ayieee, rrrrough, -  rrrrough, ayieee, ayieee, ayieee, rrrrough."  I bellowed
out.

Pete jammed another fucking Smartie in my mouth.

"That's it.  Good boy." he said.

I was thirsty so I thought I would try for a chance to go clean the chocolate
out of my mouth.  I sat up into the begging position.

"Rrrrough, ayieee." drink please.

"Sure." Pete answered.

He bent over and unfastened the leash.

"Go help yourself."

I made my way over to where the water dish was and drank to my hearts content.

Now I was drinking all this water and had forgot that water that goes in the
mouth, must come out the dick.   I had already drank a big bowl of milk at
breakfast, then had some water a while ago and now had just drank a bunch more.   

About ten minutes after the second drink my bladder started to complain.   I had
been hoping I would be able to hold off until my doggie time for today was up,
but no such luck. 

Pete and Larry were talking again and I had been sitting patiently, waiting for
them to get on with the lessons.   My bladder was nagging so I decided it was
time to test the, "I gotta go", bark.

I got up and made my way to the door.   When I got there I let them know I
needed to go.

"Rrrrough, rrrrough, rrrrough." gotta go guys.

They paid no attention, so I let them have it again.

"Rrrrough, rrrrough, rrrough."  come on you bastards I gotta piss.

Just to make it really authentic I added a whole bunch of whines as well.   That
got their attention and Pete brought the leash over and attached it to my
collar.

"Ok Dink, I'll take you for a walk."  he said as he opened the door.

We turned right as we went out the door and only went a short distance before he
stopped and opened a door.   The moment he did dogs started barking.   It had to
be the kennel's.  Not being able to see well it was almost impossible to take in
anything while we were moving.

Pete didn't stop he went right in and walked across the room we were in to
another door which he opened.  Unable to do anything else I followed.  My need
to pee was getting worse.   Shit I hoped we would get to where ever it was I was
going to be permitted to piss, real soon.

That door led outside.  Dogs were barking and yelping all around us as he took
me onto a grassed area and stopped.   I was finally able to look around.  

I was in a kind of courtyard.   There were dog runs all around the edges leading
towards the centre grassed area where I now stood.  There was a small tree here
and I guessed that was where I was supposed to piss, so I lifted my leg and let
it go.

When I was finished I wiggled around trying to get the drips off.  Pete saw,
came over and wiped me with a small white cloth he pulled from his pocket.

The sun was shining and it was a beautiful day.   I wished I could just stay out
here and enjoy it.  Pete had other ideas.  He headed back towards the door.   A
few minutes later and we were back in the doggie classroom.

"Ok, time for lesson eight."  Larry said.  "You will love this Dinky doggie,  it
is play time." 

He held a red ball in his hand.   He threw the ball across the room.  It landed
against the wall, bounced a couple of times and then just sat there.   Which is
what I did as well, just sat there.

"Ah Dinky Doggie, you disappoint me.   You were doing so well too.   Now go get
the ball Dinky, that's a good doggie."  he reprimanded me.

Ah fuck the bastard was going to make me play fetch.   Now how the hell was I
going to be able to pick up the fucking ball.   My mouth wasn't designed for it. 
Well with no choice and even less enthusiasm I got up and went for the ball.

When I got to it I turned my head and looked down to try and get a position.  I
then bent down, opened my mouth and sunk my teeth in.  I was surprised, the ball
was made of some kind of sponge or soft rubber.  I had no problems at all
getting it between my teeth.

I picked it up and headed back to Larry.  When I got to him he took hold of the
ball and tried to pull it out of my mouth.  I thought, what the fuck, why not
have some fun with this.  So I held on tight, just like some dogs will do and
pulled back, shaking my head.

Well that got both of them right into it.  Larry finally managed to get it out
of my mouth.  However he cheated.   I had to take a breath and he snatched it
out while I was doing that.

He immediately threw the ball again and I went after it, picked it up and went
through the same routine again.   They made me play this game for a long time. 
By the time they let me stop I was really tired of it.

"Good Boy." said Pete, holding something above my head.

I turned my head so I could see what it was.  It wasn't a Smartie this time.  
It was a small dog biscuit.  I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do so I sat
down. 

"Come on Dink, beg for the treat." Pete said, waving the fucking thing above my
head.   I didn't want that damned dog biscuit, nor did I want a Smartie. 
Luckily my own sense of self preservation kicked in and I begged for the
biscuit, then chewed the hard, dry bloody thing when he gave it to me.

"Now Dink,"  Pete said,  "Lesson 9, your last lesson for today.   You may not
like this one very much, we don't really give a shit about that.   Charlie wants
you to learn this trick and so you shall.   With all that fur and fleas, dogs
itchy backs.    Their paws and legs are not flexible enough to let them scratch
their own backs.   They must resort to other means to relieve themselves of tht
terrible itching." 

Pete could barely hold back a laugh.  I could hear it in his voice.   He was
enjoying this immensely.   I had a fair idea of what was coming and I didn't
like the thought one little bit.

"Dog's must roll over on their backs, with their legs up in the air and wiggle
back and forth to ease that itch."  he just couldn't hold the laugh in any
longer and it burst out.

Larry just joined right in, the two of them, standing over me laughing their
fool heads off over what they were about to make me do.  They finally got the
laughing under control and Pete continued.

"Sorry Dink, but you must admit it really is funny.   I mean can't you just
picture yourself, lying on your back, with those ridiculous furry arms and legs
up in the air, wiggling around.  Your fucking dick on view for anyone that
happens to be present."

That started them laughing again.  I just stood there, dreading even having to
do it just here, now, in front of them.

After they got their laughter under control again, Pete gave the order.

"Now show us how you scratch your back, Dink."  he giggled.

With the only alternative being to be sold into something worse than this, I
obeyed.

I got down, rolled unto my back, lifted my legs and began to wiggle around.   I
felt totally self conscious.   I am sure my face had turned red in shame, but I
continued to wiggle until Pete told me I could stop.

I got back up into a sitting position.

Pete gave me praise, "Good boy."  and made me beg for another dog biscuit.

"I don't think there is anything funnier than watching a dog scratch it's back." 
Larry piped up.

"Ya I agree."  Pete answered.  "Dinky here is exceptionally good at it.  Charlie
is going to be real pleased."

"Well Dinky doggie, your training for today is over.   You did a real good job
and we will give Charlie a good report.   We are going to go out into the bar
now.  Charlie is going to want a demonstration of all the things you learned."

Pete attached my leash and they led me back to the bar.  He handed the leash to
Charlie, then went to sit down.   Charlie's hand dropped to my head and he
scratched me behind the ear.  I put my rump down and sat so I could have a
better view of what was going on in the room.

Pete and Larry gave Charlie a blow by blow description of my morning's training.  
Charlie didn't say a word, he just listened and smiled.   When they were
finished he turned to me.  His big hand went, where else but, to my head.   Then
that goddammed scratching behind the ear thing.

"That's a good dog."  he  praised.  "I knew you would be a good dog, I just knew
it.   I can always pick out the good dogs and I knew right from the beginning
that you would be one of the best."

I didn't say or do anything, I just sat there letting the prick scratch me
behind the fucking ear. 

"Now I would like a little demonstration of just how much you have learned
Dink."  he paused looking at me.

I waited expectantly for his commands.

"Did you enjoy your training, Dink?" he asked.

"Rrrrough."

"Did Pete or Larry hurt you at all?"

Oh here was my chance to get even, but I just couldn't bring myself to lie.

"Rrrrough, rrrrough."

"Now look up Dink.  See that man sitting over in the corner there."  he said
pointing a finger in the direction he wanted me to look.

"That's Pongo.   Pongo always gulps his food down, sometimes I think he just
inhales it.  Anyway, Dink, Pongo had taken a swallow and something has caught in
his throat.   Pongo's life is in danger and you see what has happened.  How are
you going to get Pongo some help?" he asked seriously.

Without waiting any further instructions, I started the bark, whine routine, got
up on all fours and pointed myself in Pongo's direction.

"Rrrrough, ayieee, ayieee, ayieee, rrrrough, -  rrrrough, ayieee, ayieee,
ayieee, rrrrough, -  rrrrough, ayieee, ayieee, ayieee, rrrrough."  I bellowed
out.

I kept it up until he gave the all clear to stop.

"Good boy.  You have done really well.  Ok one last one,  whenever I touch you
on the back, right here." he said, touching my back,  "you will do a dog back
scratch."

He touched me again and I went down, rolled over, lifted my legs and began to
wiggle.   Some of the men in the bar began to howl with laughter.  I paid no
attention.   I was humiliated beyond belief, but I had to protect myself from
being sold.  I kept up the wiggling until Charlie told me to get up.

Once I was on my feet again Charlie gave me praise.

"You have done very well Dink.  I am very happy with your progress.   I told you
this morning that if you learned your lessons well I would have a treat for you. 
Well this afternoon Pat is going to take you to our pool.  You and he can spend
the after noon just relaxing and enjoying yourselves.  Do you like that idea?" 
he asked.

"Rrrrough."  I answered, and then threw in a little yelp to let him know I was
thankful.

He placed his hand on my head again and scratched me behind the ear.

"Ok Pat take the dog home."  he said.

"Yes Sir, Charlie." Pat answered getting up.  

He came around the table, got the leash and led me back to the cell room.  After
removing all the dog bits and pieces he sent me to the bathroom.  I had a nice
hot shower and a shave.   When I returned to the cell room, Pat had lunch
already for us.  We sat together at the table eating and talking.

The afternoon was spent in the pool, it was great.  I felt like a million
dollars when we headed back to the cell room.  It's amazing what a little water
can do to a man.   We had a great chicken dinner and spent the rest of the
evening making love.

Just before he left for the night, Pat filled me in on my schedule for the
following day.   The morning would be mine.  I could sleep in or read.   If the
weather was good, I could be taken out to the courtyard if I wanted to go.  

In the afternoon I would be going for some slave training.   That would take
almost until supper time.   He would join me here in the cell room for supper.  
At six o'clock Pete and Larry would arrive to put me into my dog gear.   My 5
hours of doggie time would be in the evening.

I didn't like that at all.   I just knew Charlie had something up his sleeve,
and would make that five hours as humiliating as possible for me.

To be continued.

This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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