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/WS
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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A Daymare on Kelly Street
by Rob
Part 7
Charlie's Party Begins.
"My advice Dink, don't eat anything now." Pat said.
He had arrived not long after Pete and Larry had departed.
"Things are going to go down to night that could very well make you puke. If
you have an empty stomach you won't make a mess. If you don't make a mess, they
won't be able to force you to lick it up."
I looked at him with unbelieving eyes.
"Oh yes, Harold. If you puke out there they will force you to lick it up and
you will. I've been a slave here a long time and I learned long ago to make
sure my stomach is always empty before one of these things."
"It's going to be bad, isn't it?" I asked.
"For you, because it is your first one, probably it will seem bad. For Pete,
Larry and I it will be great fun. You will like them much better when you
attend as a regular slave, rather than as a dog. They do treat regular slaves
much better than the dogs."
"I really am scared Pat." I said.
"Well the three of us will try to help you as much as possible. The most
important thing is to just let it all flow Harold. Don't try fighting it and
make absolutely sure you never utter any sounds that can be construed as being
human. If you do, you will pay a very severe price. Nothing that has been done
to you up till now will even compare. Those cramps you had from the cage will
pale into insignificance compared to what they will do to you." he paused to let
this sink in.
"Harold, if you fuck up out there you could wind up dead or worse, by morning.
So don't. Pete and Larry have done their very best to prepare you, remember
your lessons."
Scared out of my wits now. I was feeling really ill inside. This was really
going to be hell night. I just prayed I could get through it.
"Let's just have a drink and sit here until it is time to get ready to go. We
can just talk and relax. Believe me it is the best thing to do."
"Ok." I answered hesitatingly.
"What would you like to drink, name it and it is yours." he said.
"I would suck a mean cock for a coke, Pat. I am addicted to the stuff and
haven't had one since I was brought here." I answered right away.
"You got it." he said. "In fact I will bring you a case and you can keep them
here for whenever you feel like one."
"Thanks Pat." I said, my eyes filling with tears.
"Why do you look after me so well? I have never done anything for you." I said.
"Let's just say I like you a lot, Harold. I like you a whole lot." he got up
and left the cell room.
I noticed that he didn't lock the door when he left. In the past I always heard
the lock snap shut when one of them left. That snap did not take place this
time. I didn't even bother to get up and check. It might be a test and I
wasn't taking any chances on getting in more hot water then was necessary.
When Pete and Larry arrived to get me ready, Pat left saying he would see me
after the party.
Pete and Larry were both naked except for a black collar, similar to mine and a
black leather pouch that barely concealed there jewels. They looked so sexy, my
dick gave a lurch.
I didn't have to be told to get up on the table. I went straight there as Pat
was going out the door.
Pete and Larry had me ready in just a few minutes. They gave me the caution,
that I was now a dog and must be a dog completely until told otherwise. They
lifted me up and placed me on the floor.
Larry scratched me behind the ear, pulled a doggie biscuit out of his pocket and
pushed it into my mouth. Shit, I hated that, but chewed the fucking thing up
and swallowed.
He told me to go lay down until it was time to go. One of the blankets was
still on the floor so I went over, got myself down and waited. It was quite a
wait. Pete and Larry talked quietly over by the table. I could not hear any
of their conversation.
After a wait that seemed like an hour or more Larry finally called me.
"Here Dinky, come on boy, time to go."
He had the leash in his hand and I made my way over to him. He fastened the
leash and they both headed for the door with me trailing along behind.
Out in the hall I could hear the noise from the party. From the sound of it I
figured there must be a lot of people there. At the door to the bar, they
stopped.
"Ok Dink, the play acting is over. For the next few hours, this is real, this
is serious stuff. Behave the way we taught you and you will come through with
flying colors. You may have a few aches and pains and a gut full of piss, but
you will have pleased Charlie, and that is all that is important." Pete said.
"Are you ready, Dink?" Larry asked.
I bit the bullet, might as well get it over with. All this waiting was only
making my fear worse.
"Rrrrough." I barked, (yes).
Pete opened the door and the noise nearly knocked us over. As soon as we
entered a loud cheer went up around the room. I couldn't see anything, the
fucking eye piece made sure of that. If I closed my left eye, I could see legs
with my right. If I closed my right, I could see legs on my left. With them
both open I just got dizzy so I kept them closed.
I had to trust Pete and Larry to lead me wherever it was we were going. As we
started to make our way through the crowd, I felt hands on my back, ass and
nuts. Ya, they were playing with my nuts as I crawled into the room. Under
the face piece, my face must have been scarlet.
Larry led me straight to Charlie. I knew it was Charlie because the first thing
he did was start scratching me behind the ear. Then I was able to make out his
voice through the din of the crowd.
He bent down close to my ear.
"Ah Dinky my beautiful dog. You are the hit of this party already. They love
you. The way you wag your tail is great. Now just hold still a moment, Pete
and Larry are going to pick you up and place you on the table. I want all my
guests to see what a wonderful dog I now own."
Not bad enough he's got me crawling around on the floor acting like a fucking
dog, now he wants to display me on a table. I was just about ready to shit
myself.
Without a word, Pete and Larry had a hold of me and the next thing I knew I was
on the table. Well there was on consolation, up here I could now see around
the room, if I used one eye at a time.
There must have been a signal or something, for all of a sudden the room became
deadly quiet. Considering how many people were there it was uncanny how quiet
it was.
"Gentlemen. Before me stands my latest acquisition. Dinky doggie." he said
proudly.
A chuckle ran through the crowd when he mentioned the name they had given me.
"It has taken a lot of work by Pete and Larry to get him trained. He was a
very stubborn dog in the beginning. He fought us at every turn, but finally he
came around and now is just perfect. He will be put back down on the floor
shortly and you may all play with him to your hearts content."
A big round of applause, wolf whistles and cheers followed that announcement.
"But first I have a very sad duty to perform. I am afraid Dinky doggie still
has some very rough edges. This morning while out of his doggie state, Dink
boldly pissed against a tree in my courtyard."
There was a big, gasp of incredulity from the guests. My shame rose through
the roof. He was telling them about my pissing against the tree. I hoped he
wasn't going to tell them about my pissing myself.
"But even worse then that." he said.
Damit, he was going to tell them about me pissing myself. I wanted some place
to hide I felt so bloody centered.
"Not an hour after I had admonished him for such a disgraceful act, one of my
aids was walking by an upstairs window and saw him wandering around the
courtyard playing with his fucking dick. No shame at all. Walking around,
bold as brass playing with his fucking cock."
Another big gasp from the crowd. I was shriveling up into a ball. I felt
about half an inch high. He was blowing this all out of reality.
"Now the final disgusting act, he starts pissing on himself."
Another loud gasp. And I shrink even lower.
"You heard right, gentlemen, this sick bastard started pissing on himself. It
was all over his front and running down his legs. He removed his hand from his
dick and then pissed all over my fucking courtyard grass as well."
More murmurs from the guests.
"I honestly think he did it to spite me." he paused. "But I am a kind and
gentle Master." he scratched me lovingly behind the ear. "I forgive him his
folly."
Polite applause from the guests.
He had my attention. He was going to let me off. I breathed a big sigh of
relief. From the way he had been going on I thought I was going to get another
whipping.
"However," he looked straight at me. "he must be punished. If news were to
filter down to the other slaves that his disgusting behavior went unpunished, I
would have a mutiny on my hands."
Rumblings and loud applause of agreement from the guests.
He wasn't going to let me off. Shit what terrible diabolical torment would I be
made to suffer now, I wondered.
"No gentlemen, as much as it pains me, Dinky doggie will have to be punished.
Now what better way to punish an errant slave then to make him select his own
punishment."
The guests break into loud applause, again. I start to cry.
"Now I have five pieces of parchment here all rolled up nice an tight. Four of
them have very severe punishments, one has a complete pardon. Dinky must
either give himself a pardon or a severe punishment. What do you all think?"
The guests broke out into loud cheering. I broke out into a cold sweat. Here
it comes I thought. Fear had crept in and I started to shake slightly.
He placed five scrolls, each wrapped with a red ribbon, onto the table in front
of me. I turned my head to the left and closed my left eye. I could see them
there on the table in front of me. Four pieces of Hell and one piece of heaven.
Which would I get, another shiver went through my bones.
"The pardon is very generous. Should he select it, he will be completely
pardoned and his freedom restored." Charlie spoke out loud enough for everyone
to hear.
A complete pardon and the freedom to go home. My heart started to beat wildly.
I had a chance to end it all, right here, right now. All I had to do was
choose the right scroll. My breathing now started to become as labored as my
fast beating heart.
"The four punishments are; Number one; A guest belting. If he chooses this
scroll he will be strung up at the bar and every guest will be permitted to give
him 5 of the best with his own belt."
"Number two; 50 lashes with the cat-o-nine tails to be administered by Larry,
immediately after the party. All guest would be invited."
"Number three; to serve for 14 days as a public urinal in the men's room. The
modified urinal, you are all familiar with it, would be used. He would be bound
and the urinal pipe inserted and fastened to his mouth. He would have to drink
anything poured into the urinal. He would serve from bar opening till bar
closing with no breaks.
"Number four; to be impaled on the golden cock for 5 full days without respite.
He pointed to a large golden penis attached to one of the walls. He would be
fed twice per day, liquids only. He would be permitted to drain his bladder
only once per day. His urethra would be plugged at all other times to prevent
an involuntary release."
"Number five; Have his urethra blocked with a urethra plug from now to the end
of this party. During that time he will serve as a urinal for any members that
wish to make use of his services. He will not be permitted to drain his
bladder until the urethra plug is removed at the end of this party." he finally
took a break, picked up his glass and downed half a glass of beer.
I couldn't believe how vicious each of the punishments were. I was really
scared now, all that torment and somewhere in there one little miracle. Would
I be able to choose the miracle or was I going to choose the devil.
The guest were clapping, whistling and shouting. They thought this was the
greatest thing since sliced bread. Charlie held up his hand and the room
became silent again.
"Now Dinky, be a real good doggie and pick your punishment. That's a good dog."
he smiled at me.
I was looking at him with my right eye. I turned and looked down at my choices.
They were spread far enough apart that I would able to pick one up easily.
The pressure was intense. Which one was the pardon, which one would save me
from all this horror. I was shaking and sweating. Charlie was an evil, evil
man. Whichever scroll I choose, whatever was on that scroll, it would have be
I that chose it and would have to live with it. I gave a shudder.
I couldn't take the pressure and suspense of not knowing any longer. I made my
choice, bent down and picked the second scroll from the right up in my mouth and
turned towards Charlie.
He took it from my mouth. I turned my head quickly so I could see him. He undid
the ribbon, let it drop, then began to unroll the scroll. He read for a
moment. Looked into my one eye that was pointed right at his face and smiled.
I didn't like the smile because I knew that if I had chosen the pardon he would
have been scowling. So it was a punishment. Which of those terrors were to
be visited upon my poor body?
"Let it be here by proclaimed." Charlie read out loud.
"That whereas, Slave Dink has made a public disgrace of himself and thereby
disgracing his Master; And whereas, he disgraced himself in a public place, in
the same manner, for a second time; And whereas he had been warned by his
Master that such actions were disgraceful, Let it be know that Master Charlie,
the Master of said Slave, Dink, has decided that a punishment is warranted to
prevent this behavior from occurring in the future and to train said Slave in
the proper manners of a man."
I think Charlie was really getting his rocks off over this. He had a big
fucking grin on his face the whole time he read that ridiculous bit of gobblety
gook.
"Said Slave, Dink," he continued, "was given the opportunity to choose his own
punishment from a selection of 5. He has made his choice and this be the
punishment that he would prefer:
A urethra plug is to be inserted into his urethra. He will become a urinal for
any guest at this gathering or any member of this household that wishes to make
use of his services. The urethra plug will not be removed until this party has
been declared officially over, by Master Charlie, or a period of 5 full hours
has elapsed, which ever comes first. So be it Dink's wish, so it be done."
I didn't see the look on his face when he finished reading I was too busy
wishing I was dead.
"Dinky doggie, play dead." Charlie commanded.
I obeyed without thinking. I went down and over onto my back so quickly you
would have thought I had been training for a month, rather that the one session
yesterday.
Two big guys appeared at my head and held my shoulders down. A couple more
grabbed my rear legs and pulled them apart. I could feel the little black
leather strap thing that was tied around my dick being undone.
Someone took hold of my dick which was now becoming fully erect. Shit this was
embarrassing. I was being man handled and my fucking dick was getting hard.
I then felt something cold at the slit. It was pushed in a bit and it hurt. I
gave a little cry of pain.
"This will be a bit painful, Dink, but there is nothing we can do about that.
Once it is in you will not feel it. Here, bite down on this piece of rubber
until the pain subsides." It was Pete's voice but it was not him holding my
dick.
He was right beside my ear talking to me. I felt the rubber piece being pushed
gently into my mouth. I opened and then clamped my teeth on it.
"Ok Dink hold on it is going to be placed. It will only hurt for a moment."
Pete said into my ear.
Then the pain came, it felt like my fucking dick were being torn off. I bit
down hard on the piece of rubber but it only helped a wee bit. However the pain
subsided almost as quick as it came and those that were holding me down released
me.
I felt the little leather belt being refastened around my dick.
"Up you get Dinky doggie." Charlie commanded. "It's all done."
I got back up on all fours and took another quick look around the room. There
were a lot of people here, if even a very small portion of them decided to make
me drink there piss I was going to be in very poor shape well before this party
or the 5 hours was up.
Pat then whispered in my ear that he and Larry were going to put me on the
floor, and to remember to go with the flow. The time would pass swiftly. They
picked me up and put me back on the floor.
"Gentlemen," Charlie bellowed, "Let the party begin."
I hadn't been on the floor ten seconds when someone had hold of the leash and
pulled me roughly. I could not see who or where he was taking me but had no
choice but to follow. As I crawled along I had hands rub my ass, grab my nuts
and slap me.
Finally whoever had me stopped. I was beside a chair with a big man sitting in
it, that was the last thing I was to see until the party ended. Something was
placed on the lens of the eye piece on each side and I was now completely blind.
"Ah, that's much better Dinky doggie, you look much better with blue eyes." the
voice said while it laughed.
There were others close by and they all laughed as well.
"Do you suck cock, Dinky doggie?" the voice asked.
"Rrrrough" I replied. (yes)
"You have learned your language lessons well I see. Well Dinky fucking doggie,
get your sorry butt over here and take me in your mouth." he commanded.
I wasn't sure exactly where he was and I couldn't see him. I only had one
alternative, I headed to where I thought his voice had come from, that too was a
problem because of the noise in the room. I was moving forward when all of a
sudden my back end was lifted right up off the ground and I howled in agony.
Someone had grabbed me by the balls and lifted me up. My hands were still on
the floor, but my entire rear end was up in the air. The mean bastard shook me
a couple of times causing even more pain, then he just let go. I dropped like
a rock right onto my knees. The dog paws offered some protection, but they
were not meant to protect me from drops.
I let out another howl of pain. Through out this whole ordeal, guys all around
me were egging the bastard on to lift me higher, shake me harder. Luckily, the
prick only wanted to cause me a bit of pain, had he followed the advice he was
getting I would have lost my balls right there and then.
My knees were really hurting and I had tears of pain rolling down my cheeks.
The bastard that had blinded me and now wanted me to suck his cock gave a
fearful yank on the leash pulling me forward.
I had to push my pain aside or get my neck torn off. I moved forward and in
just a couple of steps his crotch was against my mouth. His zipper wasn't
opened though.
"Come on you stupid fucking dog, unzip me and give me a fucking blowjob." he
yelled.
I felt around with my lips, trying to find the tab for the zipper. When I
finally found it and managed to get my lips on it, I found my lips didn't have
the muscle power needed to grasp tightly and pull. It dropped from between my
lips and I had to start again.
This time, once I got it between my lips, I grasped it with my teeth and pulled.
It slid right down. Getting his dick out with out the use of my hands was
impossible. He wasn't wearing underwear and the shaft was pressing against
the opening. I could see and I even licked it a few times but I couldn't get
it out.
Finally I looked upwards towards where I thought his face might be and barked.
This got his attention as well as the others. Many snide remarks were made,
but he finally put his hand in and pulled it out. I didn't waste anytime
working that cock.
While I was sucking him, someone was playing around with my nuts. I wasn't
sure what the hell they were doing, but it didn't feel bad. I had to
concentrate on getting this dick to fire it's load.
It must have taken a good fifteen minutes or more before he finally shot his
load deep into my throat. I swallowed it as fast as I could, but felt a little
escape through the side of my lips. Once he finished shooting, I licked his
dick as clean as I could. It was flaccid by now and he pulled it out of my
mouth.
I felt my collar get tugged again and had to follow the tug. I hadn't gone very
far when there was a sudden pulling on my nuts. That playing around I had felt
earlier, was someone had tied a rope or string or something similar around my
nut sack. The other end was tied to something heavy and I had to pull it along
behind me.
There were guys laughing and yelling all around me. They thought my predicament
was hilarious. I thought it was fucking sick.
"Sit up and beg, Dinky dog," a voice ordered.
I went upwards with my front paws straight out front as I had been taught.
Someone on each side grabbed an arm and brought it down and around behind my
back.
"How about this boys, Dinky doggie's got a sweet pair of little doggie titties.
Too bad the nipples ain't a little bit longer. How's his poor puppies supposed
to get nourishment from those stubby little nipples." the voice asked.
"Ain't no puppies ever gonna be able to drink from those little fucking stubs,
Hank." another voice said.
"Maybe we should do something to help poor old Dinky doggie to train his nipples
so they will be able to feed his poor little puppies." the voice of Hank said.
"Now that sounds like a fair and noble thing to do Hank. Go for it." the
second voice said.
"Anyone got a set of nipple clamps?" he yelled out.
"Hell no, but I got a pair of C-clamps." a third voice answered.
"Hey man they'll be great, we can tighten them tighter than nipple clamps
anyway. Make this little doggie know he has nipples." and they all laughed at
that.
Meanwhile I am being held here with my arms behind my back. Someone else is now
down fucking around with my cock and balls. Did I mention, by the way that my
fucking traitorous cock was hard and throbbing. It was having a grand time,
while I was suffering unending shame and humiliation.
"Here," that third voice said, I think it was Hank, "Put this one on his right
nipple while I do his left."
I felt a hand roughly grab my right nipple and squeeze tight, I let out a little
gasp of pain. The squeezer kept squeezing while he twisted that nipple around.
It was hurting and I howled.
Then the same thing was happening to my left nipple, these guys were really
causing me some serious pain here. I howled and howled but it didn't do any
good they kept on squeezing and twisting.
Whoever was fucking around with my cock and balls and started wanking me and
massage my nuts and every once in a while letting a finger rub all around the my
glory hole. His finger pushing right up against what-ever it was that held the
tail.
After a good five minutes or so of this treatment they both stopped and I let
out a sigh of relief, but that was short lived. I felt something cold being
placed against the tip of the right nipple, then it was being squeezed very
tight. I really let out a howl this time.
"This dog don't half howl?" Hank said laughing.
"Ya they must have given him howl training." the second voice said and they all
broke out in hysterical laughter.
I broke out in a cold sweat. The C-clamp had been modified, I felt the pin
pierce through the nipple as the bastard tightened it. Of course I screamed out
in pain, but they thought that was funny too.
Then I felt the same coldness against the left nipple end and they tightened up
the clamp. I howled in pain again. Now both of my nipples were pierced and
felt like they were on fire. It was very, very painful.
The wanker was still working away on my dick and what with all the things that
were happening I was getting close to release.
"Well now we got'em clamped, all we need is somethin' to make'em stretch." Hanks
voice again.
"Well now, Hank, it just so happens that I have two, two pound nipple weights
here in my pocket, now what a coincidence." the third voice said.
"Those should work just splendidly, David." Hank answered.
They each grabbed one of the clamps on my aching nipples and fooled around for a
second.
"Well now, David. Should we drop them together or do it individually so Dinky
doggie gets to really feel his nipple stretchers?" Hank asked.
"I vote for individual." David responded.
"Ok, you get the honor of going first, seeing as they are your clamps and nipple
weights." Hank said.
"Why thank you Hank, that is right honorable of you." David said.
I felt a sudden upward tug on my left nipple. I gave a little gasp of pain.
Then the pressure was released. Just as the pain struck I realized what he had
done. He had lifted the weight as high as possible and let it drop.
When it hit the end of it's fall it pulled hard on my poor nipple. I let out a
little scream of agony. It bounced around for a few seconds causing me even
more pain. At the same moment I started to cum, but nothing was happening. It
was the most horrible feeling. My nuts were trying to empty but couldn't.
Before the pain subsided in the left, I felt the right being lifted. I now
knew what was coming and gritted my teeth. I felt the upward pull released and
then the pain when it hit the end of the chain or rope or whatever attached it
to the clamp.
My nuts were trying even hard to empty now. The guy that was wanking me then
stopped. I wanted to scream, no, no but didn't dare.
"Now that looks ever so much better, Hank." David said.
"Why thank you David, now lets put this pig slave to work. I gotta have me a
piss." and he laughed uproariously.
"Is the urinal open, Dinky doggie?" he asked.
"Yes Sir, the urinal is open." I gasped through my pain and disappointment, then
opened my mouth.
I hated this but could do nothing but obey. Oh why couldn't I have chosen the
pardon?
I felt his dick touch my lips and I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and
formed it into a trough as the boys had taught me.
My nuts and dick were feeling terrible. I prayed that this not being able to
shoot didn't damage my nuts.
Hank then began a controlled piss into my mouth. His hot urine was bitter and
I almost gagged. I had to work hard and concentrate fully in order to get it
all down my gullet without spilling any. The boys had warned me that if I
spilled any I would probably be beaten.
When Hank finally was finished I licked the end of his dick and he pulled it
away. I pulled my tongue back and closed my mouth.
"Not so fast, Dinky dog." another voice, one I had not heard before said.
"Is the urinal open?" it asked.
"Yes Sir, the urinal is open." I replied.
He stepped up and placed his dick on my waiting tongue. He also controlled his
piss, but he pissed much faster then Hank had. It was a real chore keeping up
with him.
When he was finished, someone touched me on the back.
"I think the doggie has fleas, it has an itchy back, don't ya doggie?"
"Rrrrough, rrrrough." I answered. (No)
"Oh yes you fucking do, now show us how ya can scratch yer fuckin' back." he
yelled at me.
Realizing that I had made a mistake, playing the wise guy, I quickly lay down
and rolled over onto my back. With my four paws up in the air I did the wiggle
on my back to scratch. I could feel their eyes staring down at me. I could
hear the laughter.
The weights connected to the nipple clamps were moving back and forth, pulling
on the clamps. My nipples were still on fire. I prayed that they would let
me up and stop treating me so bad. Well there was nothing to stop me from
praying, however the prayers sure as hell weren't answered.
"Up ya get Dinky dog." someone ordered.
I got back up on my feet. The nipple clamps dropped and I gave out another
howl of pain. They were pulling hard on my nipples now and I sure didn't like
it much.
"Is the fucking Dinky doggie urinal open?" a voice asked.
"Yes Sir, the urinal is open." I said in a weary voice.
"Don't need it right now, just checking'." the voice said and started laughing.
"But I want a good blow job, right now. Get that sweet doggie mouth wrapped
around my dong." he ordered.
I made my way towards the voice and felt his knee when I bumped into it. He was
sitting in a chair. I moved my head around to find his crotch.
"Ah, look boys. The Dinky dog is sniffin' around my crotch. We got us a horny
dog here." and he started laughing and those around him joined in.
I found his dick and started sucking. He dick was large and fat, but the most
remarkable thing was the taste. He must have coated it with something,
something with a strawberry flavor. It was fucking delicious. I sucked for
all I was worth.
I felt someone grab my tail and pull it out of my ass. I sighed in relief,
the thing was a real annoyance. But that relief was very short lived. I felt
something round, about the size of a golf ball being pushed up my ass.
I had that delicious cock down my throat and let out a little yelp of surprise
when that ball was pushed in. Then another and another. Oh fuck I thought,
this crazy bastard is going to fill my fucking bowels with golf balls.
That is precisely what the prick did. By the time he finally replaced my tail,
I had counted 15 balls pushed in. They were extremely uncomfortable and I felt
a real need to dump. On top of all my other miseries, that is just what I
needed, having to hold back a dump.
Strawberry dick finally exploded and filled my mouth and throat with his man
juice. He must have squirted 6 loads down my throat before he was finally
drained. I cleaned him up quickly and pulled away.
I felt my leash being yanked again and followed. The nipple clamps were
swinging, causing my poor nipple to swing back and forth and send jolting pains
through my chest. The thing tied to my balls dragged along behind, pulling on
my nut sack and causing minor pain to my nuts.
The fucking golf balls started moving all over the place in my bowels and I had
to concentrate on not dumping. That would be all I would need to start shooting
golf balls out of my fucking ass. Charlie would cut my nuts off if that
happened. So I concentrated real hard.
But concentrating is difficult when ya have to walk blind on your hands and
knees, with a pair of pulling down on recently pierced nipples and another
weight tugging at you nuts.
On top of that, my nuts had not emptied and were now starting to ache. My dick
was fully hard and throbbing like mad. How many hours had gone by I wondered.
I really needed a break.
Well another wish went unfulfilled. I was batting a thousand.
The guy that was leading me finally stopped. I could hear what sounded like a
bunch of feet shuffle around me.
"Now you really are a sight Dinky doggie." a voice called out and there were
murmurs of agreement.
"But I think I am going to have to tell Charlie that his doggie has some serious
flaws." he went on, and again murmurs of agreement.
He had my instant attention. What flaws? What had I done wrong. Shit just
what I need more fucking punishment.
"Of course I guess we could give him the training to help over come the flaws.
What do you think boys?" he asked.
There was immediate agreement. Something bad was coming, I could feel it in my
bones.
"Now tell me Dinky doggie is there something wrong with your sniffer?" he
asked.
"Rrrrough, rrrrough." (no)
"Well I wonder why we ain't see ya sniffin' around like most hounds do." he
said.
"Now you get your sorry little butt over here dog and give this a real good
sniff." he ordered.
I moved carefully towards the sound of his voice. Then I felt him directly in
front of me. Well not only him, but his ass, and he had pulled down his
pants. It was his bare ass. The perverted bastard wanted me to sniff his
ass, so I did.
"Now a really good hound, would lick a delicious smelling ass like Martin's in a
flash." another voice spoke up.
Ok, now I knew what these pricks wanted. I was going to have to sniff and lick
some assholes.
Without giving it another thought my tongue was out and licking the asshole of
someone I had never met and never seen and probably never would.
I started on his ass cheeks, worked my way to his crack and then slowly,
tantalizingly down. They wanted their asses licked, ok, but I would do it my
way.
The guy was saying things like, oh yea, wow, that's great, what a fucking
tongue, etc. I paid not attention just fucking licked.
I finally made my way down to his glory hole. I flicked my tongue lightly
around the outside, drawing moans from him. This was the part I liked best, to
hear the moans of ecstasy. Then I increased the pressure a little at a time,
always using his moans a my cue to increase pressure or do something else.
Eventually a licked right across the hole, he wasn't expecting it and gave a
little jump, then yelp of pure pleasure. That turned me on even more than I
was. I now started work on that hot rosebud.
He was now forcing his ass back pushing against my tongue in rhythm with it's
movements. I felt he was ready and forced my tongue as deep into the hole as
it would go. Again he hadn't been expecting it. He gave another squeal of
pleasure.
His excitement had increased and he could no longer hold back. I felt him grab
his own dick and start wanking. If it hadn't been for the paws I would have
done it for him.
He was really moaning and gasping now. He buddies were cheering him on, and me
as well. He was climbing he hill fast and I figured he would be blowing his
load all over the floor any second now. Then he suddenly pulled away from me.
I heard my tongue give a little plop when he pulled away.
What had I done wrong, I wondered. But didn't wonder for long. I hadn't done
anything wrong, he wanted to finish in my mouth. I being the cock slave that I
had become obliged him happily.
He unloaded his hot seed deep in my throat and I swallowed it lovingly. I
couldn't believe how much I now loved the taste of man juice.
When he was finally spent I licked his dick clean and he stood up.
"Not bad for a fucking dog, Dinky." he said.
"Who wants him next?" he asked his buddies.
The words were no sooner out of his mouth then a bare ass was pushed up against
my mouth.
It was while I was licking and sucking on the fourth ass in a row that the first
pain struck. My bladder was full and wanted emptying. I had ignored it
because I knew there was nothing I could do.
Well my bladder was not happy with me. It was now sending little sharp jolts
of pain throughout my abdomen. The pains were not debilitating, but they were
very uncomfortable.
The guy whose ass I was now working on sudden spoke out to one of his buddies.
"Mat, get the fucking dog lubed up, I want to get doggie fucked."
What? I thought he wants me to fuck him. Oh shit this could be very fucking
painful for me.
Too fucking bad about my pain or discomfort. I felt a hand applying lube all
around my hard throbbing dick.
"Ok, Dinky," the voice of Mat said close to my ear. "get yourself up and mount
Eric. He likes it hard and fast so you better perform. Eric gets a little
ornery if he is not satisfied."
I lifted myself up and moved forward. The nipple weights gave a tug that hurt,
and the thing tied to my nuts pulled. I felt my dick touch his ass, I tried to
find the hole with just my cock but couldn't do it.
I felt a hand grab my member and guide it to the love hole. I pushed and it
slid right in. I leaned forward onto Eric's back and grabbed him around the
chest with my doggie paws, just like a dog would do and began to fuck his glory
hole as hard as I could.
He screamed out his pleasure, thrashing his ass back onto my humping cock. The
crowd around us had grown and they were all cheering. I would have love to see
this myself. I could just imagine how fucking sexy it must have looked.
I know because there was moaning in the crowd which meant cocks were being
wanked.
Eric was really screaming and bucking now. I was having difficulty just
holding on. The cloth and fur that the doggie paws and arms were made kept
slipping, I didn't have my fingers to grasp each other to hold on.
He bucked wildly and I kept humping as hard as I could. My fucking bladder was
really sending sharp pains now. It sure was pissed at me for all this
activity.
My own erotic pleasure was growing as well, but I knew there would be no release
for me. That fucking urethra plug wouldn't let my nuts empty and if I should
reach climax it was going to be painful again.
Eric finally climbed his Mount Everest and began shoot. He screamed out his
pleasure and I could hear others in the crowd doing the same thing. I didn't
stop the hard banging, not yet. I couldn't my own climax was only a fraction
of a second away.
It came as a fucking great pain that felt like my balls were going to explode.
But it was a whole bunch of explosions following one upon the other. Each time
my nuts tried to shoot the load, it was stopped and the nut retaliated by
sending a sharp pain all through my groin.
Eric was finally sated, my own shooting had stopped and I pulled out of Eric.
My dick was still rock hard and it made a loud popping sound as it exited. I
was gasping for air. Humping like that takes a lot out of a body. I really
desperately needed a rest.
"Is the urinal open." a voice demanded before I could get that rest.
"Rrrrough." (yes) I responded, opening my mouth.
Two more guys wanted to take a piss after this one. My stomach was feeling
bloated and I wondered if it was going to be physically possible for me to take
much more. After all there is only so much room inside, and once it is full,
well, it is full.
I was then led away and sucked at least 6 more cocks and had to be a urinal one
more time. I was really getting tired and was not feeling well at all. I
wanted this to be over, more than anything else in the world.
The golf balls were now really giving me a hard time as well. My bowels wanted
to dump them. But there was no way I could do it without getting severely
punished.
My leash was suddenly pulled sharply. It really hurt and I gave a little yelp.
A voice spoke into my ear.
"Open your mouth dog."
I obeyed and felt a large rubber ball being forced in. Once it was shoved
passed my teeth I couldn't force it back out. I was gagged.
The leash was tugged again and followed. The golf balls started moving around
again. It was all I could do to hold onto the tail.
I couldn't see anything so just concentrated on not dumping and followed whoever
was leading me. He stopped for a moment. Then started up again. It felt
like we had left the bar. Was my five hours up already, oh I hoped so.
I heard the door close and the noise of the party was left behind. There were
at least two people leading me away from the party. We walked for a few
minutes and I heard a door open. We went in a room and the door closed.
I was standing there on my four legs waiting for the next move when the first
agonizing pain sizzled across my back. I couldn't scream out my agony, the gag
made me keep it inside. I bit down on the ball trying to ease this fucking
pain.
I didn't know what the fuck was happening only that someone was whipping me.
Then a second blow, this time across the shoulders.
I tried to crawl away, but the whip lashed out again. I was in agony, totally
confused and unable to protect myself. Frantically I tried to get away from my
tormentor, but the whip found me again. I tried to wrap my fur lined arms
around my back to protect myself, but this only caused me to loose my balance
and I fell to the floor hitting my chin.
My teeth snapped together and I felt at least one chip. I spit out the piece of
broken tooth. I felt warmth and could taste my own blood flowing from my mouth.
But the whip struck again. My bladder was scream in pain now as well, it
wanted to empty but couldn't. The golf balls were moving around and I needed to
dump but nothing was happening. I didn't need to worry about it, something was
stopping me from dumping.
"Look at the dumb, stupid doggie try to get away from his Master's." a voice
suddenly said.
"You hear me stupid doggie, We are your Master's. We are going the beat the
hell out of ya, ya stupid fucking faggot dog. Ya know why we are gonna beat
hell out a ya?" the voice taunted.
"Just for the fucking fun of it, that's why. Then we are gonna fuck your cunt
mouth and fill you with our man cream." he sneered.
They all started laughing. It sounded like there were three of them. Then the
whipping started again. I tried rolling up into a ball but the fucking doggie
legs made that almost impossible. All I could do was bite down on that fucking
ball and pray that this horror would soon end.
My back was on fire when they finally quit. I was just hanging on to
consciousness.
"Come on Dinky fucking doggie time to put that cunt mouth of yours to work."
that voice ordered.
I managed to get myself back up onto all fours. Someone put his fingers in my
mouth and pulled the gag out. I it felt good to have my mouth free again. My
tongue licked across my teeth and I realize that it was one of the upper front
they that had chipped.
One of them pulled on the leash, I followed it to a crotch with a throbbing
cock. I took it in my mouth and sucked.
I don't remember much more, I sucked all three of them and they then led me back
to the party. I could barely walk. My nipples were on fire, my back felt
like it had been shredded, my bowels were aching, my nuts were really sore now
from whatever it was I was dragging around.
They opened the door to the bar and the three of them just disappeared into the
crowd, leaving me at the door alone. I couldn't see anything so had no idea at
all where I was. With nothing better to do I just started moving forward very
carefully.
"Whoa there, Dinky doggie." a voice commanded.
I stopped dead and waited. I wished whoever it was would just go away and leave
me alone. I was dead tired, in extreme pain and just wanted to be left in
peace.
"Looks like someone has been working you over pretty good." he said.
"Rrrrough." I answered. (Yes)
"Are you hurting?" he asked.
"Rrrrough." (Yes)
He touched me and I pulled back.
"It's ok, Dink I'm not going to hurt your. It's me Pongo, I'm a slave just
like you. Let me get that fucking string off your balls." he said.
Pongo, I remembered him, the tall, thin guy. Always sits at the back corner
table. He fiddled around with my balls for a few minutes and I suddenly felt a
small jolt of pain.
"Relax Dink, it's just the blood rushing back into the areas that were squeezed
by the string. It will go away in just a second." he said as he started to
massage my scrotum.
The pain vanished in a few seconds. His hands felt good massaging my nuts.
That thing had been tied on for quite a while and they were sore.
"Let's go find Charlie." he said. "I think he should know that someone has gone
beyond the limits set for the party."
He took my leash and led me back into the crowd. A few hands touched me, but I
it seemed that when they saw the mess of my back they pulled their hands away.
A few minutes later I could hear Charlie's voice up ahead. He was laughing at a
joking with someone. I also noticed that the room was getting quieter. It
seemed as soon as I passed by and they saw the mess of my back they stopped
laughing.
Pongo stopped. I heard him say something to Charlie but was unable to make out
exactly what.
"Sonofabitch." Charlie bellowed and the room became instantly quiet.
"Pat, Pete, Larry, get over here." he called out into the now quiet room.
A few moments later I could hear them getting close. Pat was the first one
there, Pete and Larry right on his heels.
"Get Dink back to his room right away and look after him. He needs attention."
Charlie said, anger in his voice.
"Larry get the cart." Pat said.
He then bent down and whispered in my ear.
"Just take it easy Harold, we will get you back to the room and get you out of
this shit, then look after those wounds. Larry is bringing a cart so you won't
have to walk." Pat said, anger in his voice as well.
Larry brought the cart and they lifted me up gently and placed me on it. I was
then wheeled back to the cell room. I breathed a big sigh of relief when I
heard that door to the bar room close behind us.
As soon as we entered the cell room, Pete removed the eye piece and I could see
again. It only took them a few moments to remove all the doggie fittings.
Larry pulled out the tail and jumped back startled when a golf ball shot out.
Then another and another, I couldn't help but break into laughter at the look
on all their faces.
"Oh man is it ever nice to dump." I said impishly.
"Some of the guy pushed those up me early in the evening and I have had to dump
them ever since." I laughed again and they joined me.
They had to remove the leg pieces with me still kneeling. Apparently my back
was in such bad shape they didn't think I should lay on it. Once the stuff was
off I sat up. The fur leggings had protected most of my ass cheeks. They
were only slightly sore and I paid no attention.
The clamps and weights were still on my nipples, but the rest of my body ached
so bad I couldn't feel them. Either that or the nerve endings around the
nipples had become numb.
"Jeez they really worked on you, Dink." Pete said. You are going to have to
grit your teeth. Those fucking things are going to hurt when they come off.
It will only be for a few moments but it will feel like your tits have be cut
off."
"It's ok Pete go ahead and take'em off. I can take it." I said bravely.
He started undoing the first clamp and was surprised that it didn't slip right
off once he had loosened it a bit.
"What the fuck?" he exclaimed.
"The fucking things pierced my nipples Pete. They hurt like hell when they
were screwing them on." I said.
"Bastards!"
He loosened the clamp some more and then the pain hit. It was incredible, I
gave out a scream of agony. The damned needle of the clamp was stuck inside
the nipple. Pete had to really pull to get it out and of course that caused
even more pain.
They finally got them both off and Pat rubbed them gently to get the circulation
moving again. Quite a bit of blood poured out but only for a short time. Pat
had a large bowl of warm water and a clean cloth. Once the pain subsided he
washed my chest off. Larry had a clean towel and dried it when Pat was
finished.
Pat then applied an antibiotic cream.
"They will probably be sore for a couple of days, but they will heal ok Dink."
He said.
"Now we have got to get to work and clean up your back before it is too late and
you end up with scaring. I am going to give you an injection, it is a pain
killer. For the next 3 hours you are not going to feel a thing Dink, not a
thing."
Pat injected the painkiller into my left arm. He then told me to lay down on
my stomach. Before I could get there the pain killer started to work. The
pain in my nipples disappeared, the pain on my back was gone. I could feel no
pain at all, I could feel nothing at all, literally.
I had no sense of feeling what-so-ever. I could not feel the coldness of the
leather padding on the table. I could not feel the table with my hands.
Whatever it was they had shot into me, it worked and it worked well.
"Oh Pat, when you get finished with my back will you look at my mouth. One of
them picked me up by the balls and my chin hit the floor pretty bad. A tooth
chipped and there was some bleeding." I said.
"No problem Dink. Now you just close your eyes and try to sleep for awhile."
he ordered.
I closed my eyes and soon fell into a deep, but troubled sleep. It was peopled
by shadows that were out to hurt me. They kept getting closer and closer. I
fought to get away. I knew that I could not let them catch me, not even so
much as a light touch, for that would mean death.
To be continued.
Stay tuned, Dinky doggie returns in part 9
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