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A Daymare on Kelly Street
Part 19
Home & Dinky doggie's Return
After all the good-byes had been said we headed out to the car. I got to walk
out, just like a regular human being, no leash, no Dinky doggie thing pissing
against trees, no crawling, not naked, not even half naked, no sireee bob. I
got to walk out of that fucking place like a man, dressed in a man's clothes and
walking on my own two feet.
A big black limousine was parked just outside the main entrance, at least it
looked like the main entrance. Larry jumped in the driver's side, Pete held
the right rear door open for Master Charlie, closed it after he got in, then sat
up front next to Larry. Pat and I walked around the other side and climbed in.
I ended up sitting in the middle between Pat and Charlie.
Other than the ride all trussed up in the trunk, when they snatched me, I had
never ridden in a Limousine before.
This was really something, it was so smooth you hardly knew you were moving.
It had a TV, but it was not turned on. There was a bar, but no one offered me a
drink and I didn't dare ask for one, which was just as good, because I was
already half snapped. Pat and Charlie were talking business, ignoring me
altogether. I lay my head back against Pat's shoulder and fell fast asleep.
"Come on, sleepy head." Pat said, shaking me.
I opened my eyes, Charlie was gone, the car door was open and Pat was there
smiling at me.
"You gonna stay out here in the car all night or would you rather have a nice
warm bed with a warm body to keep you company?" he teased.
"Oh I'll take the warm body, any idea to whom the warm body might belong,
besides Charlie, that is?" I teased back, laughing.
We both jumped out of the car. I couldn't be one hundred percent sure, but it
looked like we were in the courtyard. The Gazebo, was in the centre and highly
visible by the light of the full moon. Interesting, I couldn't remember seeing
any doors in the wall big enough for a car to enter. Strange.
We entered a door and were in a part of the building I had never been in before.
The hallway was nicely decorated with matching paint tones in bright colours.
The floor was carpeted, not cement. The doors and door frames all along the
hallway were of real mahogany.
We came to an intersection and turned left down another hall, just as nicely
appointed. At the fourth door down, Pat stopped.
"Your room, Harold." he said opening the door.
I stepped up and looked in and was amazed. It was beautiful. The room was
very large, about 30ft x 40ft. It was all done in various shades of blue, beige
and cranberry.
It included a large sofa, two easy chairs, a coffee table, a TV, what looked
like a bachelors kitchen against the left wall, and down at the right end a
large bed, with two side tables.
A door behind me which was to the left of the bachelor kitchen led to a huge
bathroom, that included the usual stuff you would find in a bathroom. It too
was done in various shades of blue.
"Over the course of the last few weeks we determined that these were your
favorite colours so had the room decorated like this. If there is anything you
don't like you may make your own changes or just let me know and I will have the
decorators in to do it for you."
"Oh wow Pat, it is unbelievable. You mean this will be my room?" I asked still
amazed by what I saw.
"Well for now. As you earn your wings around here you could progress up into
better accommodations. This is a very basic room, doesn't have much in the way
of amenities, is a long way from the bar, the dining room, the gym, the pool and
the games room. But if you keep your nose clean and obey the Master, you can
bet that within six months you will move up to a two room suite. Within a year
you could have yourself a three room suite." he said looking at me seriously.
"I get these privileges just for obeying orders?" I asked stupidly.
"Well that and doing a good job. You are in very high demand right now Harold.
Make your points, get yourself set up while you can. The Dinky doggie fad will
soon fade and it will be much more difficult for you to make points. Charlie
will give you the opportunities, you just have to make the best of them." he
explained.
But to be perfectly honest, I didn't have a fucking clue about what he was
talking about. Opportunities? Making my points?
"In the mean time I get this room, not the cell room?" I was still being stupid.
"Yes. Unless you do something to really fuck up, you will never have to spend
another night in the cell room." he answered.
"Oh yeah, I think I could get to really like this." I said walking over and
sitting down on the bed to test it.
"Now about that warm body........" I started to say, but he was there before I
could finish.
The last few feet, he was actually flying as he took a jump and ended up in the
centre of the bed.
"You rang, young man?" he said as he placed a hand on his cheek and supported
his head with his arm.
"Could be." I replied moving up to him.
Our lips met and we were soon in a love embrace, our tongues urgently searching,
discovering lost treasures. We then began to fumble around trying to undress
each other, not wanting to break the kiss. The hardest part was getting the
fucking trousers off. It had been so long since I had worn any that my feet got
all tangled up in them.
Our love making was long and sensual as we tried to make up for lost time. As
well it was the first time we had been able to make love in comfort, the cell
room was not exactly a romantic location.
After we had both sated our desires we fell fast asleep. For me it had been a
very, very long day.
I awoke the next morning in a great deal of pain. Whatever Josh had been giving
me, to relieve the pain in my nuts, had worn off. They were burning and
throbbing. Pat was sound asleep beside me and I didn't want to wake him.
I climbed as carefully as I could out of the bed, every move was excruciatingly
painful. I cupped my nuts in my hand and tried walking to the bathroom. I
made it, but have no idea how. My entire groin was one massive ball of pain
and I was sweating profusely by the time I closed the door.
Why did I come to the bathroom, I thought to myself? I had no idea, I didn't
feel like I needed a piss or anything. Maybe I just didn't want to disturb
Pat.
Then I remembered the day in the shower when Dickie had let the water run over
my aching nuts and how the warm water had helped a bit. Maybe that had been in
the back of my mind, so I went to the shower and turned on the water. When I
got the temperature just right I stepped under and let go of my nuts.
The little jets of warm water hit my nuts, like fucking sledge hammers.
"Ahaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhhhhh." I screamed, dropped to my knees and passed
out.
The moment the blackness surrounded me, I saw the shadows, the shadows that were
always searching for me. I became instantly fearful, for I remembered that
the shadows wanted me dead. That they would keep searching until they found
me.
I crouched down low and quietly snuck away from them. They had been oh so
close. I must be loosing my grip to have allowed them to get so close. But
having evaded the shadows hadn't done a thing for me. Up ahead was something
even worse.
The most hideous creature I had ever seen. It had three heads and each had
snakes for hair, live, wriggling horrible snakes, snapping at the air and each
other. The faces, oh man the faces. The centre face was Charlie's, the one
on the right Pete, the one on the left Larry. It's body was green and seemed to
be running with slime which was being excreted from large dark green warts all
over it's body.
The three pairs of eyes were like balls of fire, they struck terror in the
beholder. The noses were flat and squashed tight to each face, with yellow
mucus dripping out and running across the huge lips that turned up at the ends,
almost making them bulge.
One of it's mouths opened and stuck out a yellowish brown tongue. Whenever it
opened one of it's mouths and exhaled the stench nearly knocked me off of my
feet. It had two very muscular arms and legs. One of the arms shot out and
grabbed me before I even had a chance to react to it's presence.
Oh how I wish I had let the shadows have me, anything would be better than this
hideous thing.
As it pulled me closer, I noticed it was naked and had a huge cock, at least
12inches long and 2 inches in diameter and it was in full erection. A purplish
goop was dribbling out the slit in the massive head. Two huge, dark green
balls, the size of grapefruit hung below it's disgusting meat.
It's other hand was swiftly placed behind my head as it pulled me forward. I
finally found the sense to try and fight it, to pull back, but it was no use,
the thing was much too powerful for a puny little human like me.
"Suck, my, cock." it bellowed, one word coming from each hideous head and brown,
stench filled mouth.
"Suck, my, cock." it repeated.
"No fucking way you monstrosity." I screamed in revulsion.
The green slime was bad enough, but combined with the purple goop, I would
rather die then take that fucking cock in my mouth.
"Suck, my, cock." it bellowed again, pulling my head closer to that disgusting
phallus, that was now bobbing up and down in it's excitement.
The hand that had been holding my arm and pulling me forward let go and went for
my neck. The thing was lightening fast and had me locked tight, with one hand
behind my head, the other in front and around my neck. With complete control
it simply forced my mouth to within an inch of that disgusting throbbing piece.
"Suck, my, cock." it bellowed again.
"No never." I screamed at it.
The hand around my throat squeezed and my mouth involuntarily opened. That big
green, slimy phallus was jammed all the way down my throat. The taste was the
most horrible, foul taste I could ever imagine. I immediately began to throw
up.
I awoke throwing up. I was spewing my guts all over myself and had to make a
quick turn to avoid choking on my own vomit.
I was lying on the floor of the shower the warm water shooting down on me.
When I shifted, the water hit my nuts again, the sledge hammers were back to
work.
"Ahhhhaaaaaaaaagggggggggggg." I screamed out in agony, my hands shot out to
cover and protect my precious nuts while another heave erupted from my gut.
The bathroom door flew open and Pat came running in. He saw me on the floor in
agony and quickly shut off the water.
"What's wrong Harold?" he asked very concerned.
Through the crushing pain surrounding my nuts I managed let him know what was
wrong. He told me to lie still he would be right back.
I lay back and tried to will the pain away, but it just didn't want to stop. My
entire groin was on fire. If it hadn't been for that green monster and his
ugly, stinking dick, I might have let myself go back to the dark place. But
the hideous creature and that horrible dick were enough to make me stand the
pain, at least for a while longer.
Thank goodness for small miracles, at least the spewing had stopped, but my
mouth felt foul.
Pat returned a few moments later with his black bag. He opened it, took out a
syringe and a bottle of something. He filled the syringe.
Try to get yourself in a position to make it easier for me to inject this into
your scrotal sac, Harold. I lay back, lifted and spread my legs apart.
"Now place both hands around the sac, just under your balls and push in gently
until your balls become tight. It might hurt a bit but it will make injection
easier." he said calmly.
I did as directed and yes it did hurt, but as long as I made all the movements
slowly and smoothly I could handle the pain. Once I had them sitting pretty
snugly on top of my hands he gently brushed a piece of alcohol soaked swab
across a place between my nuts.
"This will sting and may even hurt quite a bit going in Harold, but hold on. As
soon as I start injecting the fluid the pain will stop." he instructed.
"Go for it Pat, anything to stop this pain." I gasped out.
He wasn't kidding about the sting and the pain. It was almost as bad as the
sledgehammers. I screamed and squeezed my sac, but it was only for a fraction
of a second. The moment that juice entered my sac, the pain stopped. The
relief was so great I just put my head back and sighed.
"Josh didn't tell me he had been treating you with x4d, I guess in all the
excitement it slipped his mind. I am just as much to blame, I should have
asked him, after all I am your doctor and I knew you had been through some
pretty rough treatment. I am truly sorry Harold." he said sadly.
"It's ok Pat. It is over, that is all that is important. How much longer will
I need to take that stuff?" I asked.
"I don't know just yet. I will have to get hold of Josh and Dickie and find out
just exactly what went down with you. Based on what they did I will have a
better idea of how to treat you. Josh may already have a schedule set up. I
will know better later this morning, ok?"
"Ok, I will leave it to you Pat, do whatever you think best, but please don't
let me go through that pain again, ok?" I said with a smile.
"You can bet on it. Now lets have a good shower and get you ready for the day,
well the morning anyway." he said.
"Something special on this morning, is there?" I asked innocently.
"No. Just back to normal routine. You get to spend the morning as Dinky
doggie."
I looked at him in surprise. Dinky fucking doggie! I thought that shit was all
over with. Damn Charlie.
"You don't look too happy, Harold." he said.
"Oh it is no problem." I answered quickly.
"I just thought from what Master Charlie said last night that things would be
different. I guess he meant the room, which I really do appreciate. Well
let's have the shower and get me ready for Dinky's grand return." I smiled, a
forced smile, but a smile just the same.
It really was fantastic. Whatever the stuff was that he shot into my sac, x4d I
think he called it, really worked wonders. It would have been impossible for
anyone that hadn't seen it to believe that only a few moments ago I had been
lying on the floor in total agony and completely helpless.
We soaped each other down and of course lingered in certain areas until
something rose up. Once all soaped up our lips met and we went into a long,
lingering kiss. At the same time we embraced and began to rub our slippery,
soaped up bodies together, now there is one hell of a fantastic feeling. Two
soapy cocks rubbing together between two sets of abs.
We kept it up and got more turned on by the second. The next thing I knew I was
shooting a load and so was Pat. We didn't stop the rubbing or the kissing until
our nuts were emptied and even then we went on for a bit longer.
We were still lost in the kiss when a voice said:
"Don't you two ever stop, even to fucking breath?"
We pulled apart and there was Pete, leaning against the wall watching us.
"Quite a show, wish't I'da had'a camera, could'a got some great porno shots for
the internet. Oh well better luck next time." he chuckled.
"Morning, Pete." Pat said, not rising to the bait at all.
"Morning, Pete." I also called out but added:
"Nothin' better to do in the morning but be a peeping Tom, huh."
"Well actually, came to help get you dressed for your return. The show in here
was a hell of a lot better then the crumpled bed clothes in the other room, so
what do you expect." he giggled.
"Anytime you to love birds are finished we can get on with our jobs. Don't
forget Charlie is anxious to have Dinky back in the bar." he said.
"Ok, give us just a moment to rinse and dry and we will be right out." Pat said
with a smile.
Pete left and we rinsed and dried.
As we entered back into the main room, Pete was there as was Larry. Just
inside the door was a golden coloured cage set up on a cart. I looked at the
cage with some surprise. Looked like the morning was going to be one with many
surprises.
"Ah, you have spied Dinky's limo." Larry said jokingly.
"It is much too far for Dinky to walk to work now, so Charlie sent a limo to
pick him up. Some dogs get all the luck."
We all laughed over that, but mine was forced. I did not like the looks of any
of this. I really had thought this shit was over, at least here. I knew
Charlie wanted to send me out to other Master's as Dinky doggie, but I thought
things were going to change on the home front. Oh well, best get on with it.
"Where do you want me, on the bed or the floor?" I asked.
"Beds too soft Harold. We will have to do it on the floor for now, so down on
your back, boy." Pat said laughing.
It didn't take them long to get me into Dinky doggie mode. Charlie had decided
to do away with the face piece, at least for the time being, I would be wearing
just the nose instead.
Just before applying the nose I was given the standard warning that I had always
been given before.
"Ok Harold, going to put on the nose. Once it is in place you are Dinky doggie
and may not speak. You must be a dog, ok?" Pete said.
"Yes, I am ready, go for it." I answered.
Pete pushed the nose into place and they helped me up onto my four legs. Larry
brought the tail over and inserted it into place up my ass. All the ass
fucking I had had in the last couple of days had opened my sphincter pretty
good. I hardly felt the tail piece being inserted.
Larry opened the cage door and then pushed a button on a handle on the cart.
The whole base of the cart lowered to the floor. I wouldn't need a ramp to get
into the cage. I crawled forward and entered the cage. Once in, one of them
closed the door and locked it.
I turned my self around so I was facing out the door. The cage was actually
quite a comfortable fit and had a nice soft mattress bottom. I sat my back end
down and was ready for my trip to the bar.
As we exited my room we turned right and headed right across the hallway we had
used to come in from outside last night. We continued down the hallway for the
longest time, I didn't think the damned hallway would ever end.
We came to another hall branching off and turned right. Ahead was a set of
double doors. Pete went ahead and pushed a button on the wall and the doors
opened automatically.
Everything changed radically on the other side. Gone was the nice paint job and
the carpeted floor. The hall was a drab green and the floor was cement. This
was the hallway I remembered.
We walked on for a while and soon we passed what I knew were the doors to the
loading dock. I remembered them from the time Pat took me to Master Granger's.
When was that? Four days ago or was it five?
Now I knew exactly where I was. I recognized the doors to the kennel, the gym
and the cell room as we passed each in succession. Just up ahead I knew was
the bar. I don't know why, but I suddenly felt very scared.
As we approached the bar room door, Pete opened and held it while Larry
maneuvered the cart into the room. My first observation, nothing had changed in
the last couple of days. Still seemed to be the same guys, sitting at the same
tables. Charlie was sitting where he always sat, his back slightly to us. He
never turned to look when anyone entered, but I knew he was aware of our entry.
Once in, Larry maneuvered the cage up against a wall and pushed the buttons that
lowered the cart to the floor. Pete unlocked the door and indicated I was to
get out. Just as my head cleared the door, he fastened a leash to my collar.
He then lead me to Charlie, handing him the leash. I walked right up into the
position I knew I was supposed to take and Charlie's big hand was soon on my
head, scratching behind my fucking ear.
"Good morning boys," Charlie said cheerfully, "how did Dinky sleep last night
Pat, ok?"
"Yes Sir he slept fine. Had a little problem this morning though. Josh and I
fucked up, Sir. Dinky suffered some serious pain, the x4d that Josh had been
treating him with wore off during the night. I forgot to ask Josh what meds he
was using and he forgot to tell me. As Dinky's main physician I accept full
responsibility and deserve whatever punishment you deem necessary to correct my
fault, Sir." Pat said, without any fear.
Oh Pat don't do this, I cried out to myself. He might do something really
dreadful to you.
"Will take that into consideration Pat. Will also discuss this with Dieter.
Josh should not get off scott free either. You are both medical doctors and
know the welfare of your patient comes first. I will set your punishment this
afternoon." Charlie said as if discussing just any other business matter. No
emotion what-so-ever.
He then turned his attention to me. He pushed his chair out slightly from the
table, but his fucking hand kept scratching me behind the ear.
"Ah Dinky how is my dog, are you feeling better now?" he asked with a tone of
love and affection in his voice.
"Rrrough." (yes) I answered.
Then he pulled one of his dirty o'nasties on me.
"Josh and Pat were bad boys, not very good Master's to let you get into distress
like that were they?"
A barbed question. He knew that I would not want to answer yes, but that I
would have to, to please him. He was testing me again, to see if I would put
my own feelings aside. I could not afford to piss him off and I knew Pat would
understand so I answered with the only possible answer.
"Rrrough." (yes)
"Guess I will have to make it a pretty severe punishment. They must be taught
not to neglect their duties, right? he asked again.
Damn I wish he would stop this shit.
"Rrrough." (yes) it really hurt me to answer like this but what else could I
do?
"And so they shall, Dinky, and so they shall. I will make a point of letting
them both know that you were very unhappy with the way they treated you and that
you fully concur with my punishment." he said with a smile.
This probably was the worse thing he could have said to me. Tears formed in my
eyes and began to roll down my cheeks.
"Ah look boys, Dinky is so happy to be home, tears of joy are rolling down his
cute little furry cheeks." he said, getting up out of the chair and down onto
his knees.
He put his face close to mine and said:
"Give daddy a big kiss Dinky, show him you are happy to be home. Big, wet
sloppy doggie kisses." he said, his face practically on top of mine.
Ok, Charlie. Big wet, sloppy dog kisses coming right up. I made sure I had
lots of saliva in my mouth as I started licking his face. At first I think he
was a little shocked, because a kind of fire came into his eyes. That went out
rather quickly and the glittering happy shine came right back into them.
"Oh yes, Dinky. You are one hell of a great dog kisser, that's for sure.
Just make sure you kiss like this when you go to Master Antonio's next week." he
said.
That startled me. I knew I was going to be going out on these little side
trips, but didn't expect it to start so soon. Oh well, that is the life of a
dog slave I guess.
I was now licking across his lips. He opened his mouth and I stuck my tongue
inside and licked. If he wanted a proper human type kiss, he would have to
initiate it. Right now I was going to obey his instructions and be a dog.
I must admit, licking another mans open mouth, just as a dog would do, was a
real turn on. I could feel my dick stiffening up. Charlie, however had had
enough of the game and pulled away.
"Bet you must me starved, Dinky."
"Rrrough." (yes) I didn't mind saying yes to that at all, I was starved.
"Ok boy, will have your breakfast here in a flash." he said as he got up off the
floor.
"Harry." he yelled. "Bring Dinky his breakfast."
I was looking up and saw that he had taken a white handkerchief from his pocket
and was wiping all my saliva off his face. I quickly looked down to the floor
so he wouldn't see my little smile of joy.
"Yes Sir." I heard Harry respond from the kitchen.
"Coming right up, Sir."
A few moments later I heard Harry limping towards the table.
"What do we have for my favorite pet today, Harry." Charlie asked.
"A fresh mushroom and tomato omelet, crisp bacon slices and home fries, Sir. As
well a dish of warm chocolate milk, Sir. Would that be ok Sir?" he asked
through trembling lips.
I just waited with my breath held, hoping Charlie wouldn't decide to do
something disgusting to my food today.
"Yes that sounds real great, Harry. Now you get down on the floor with Dinky
and if he is still hungry after eating this you go right back to the kitchen and
make him up another bowl." Charlie ordered the trembling slave.
"Yes, Sir. Right away, Sir." Harry said with a bit of relief in his voice.
He came around to the other side of me and placed the bowl down in front of my
face. I got my mouth into the omelet as quick as I could. Charlie had pulled
a perfectly good breakfast out from under me before. I wanted to get as much
of this one into me as possible before he got the chance.
Poor old Harry got down on his hands and knees beside me and watched as I
gobbled up the food. I turned towards him and gave him a wink, I think he knew
that I was saying thanks for a great breakfast.
When the bowl was empty he asked if I was still hungry.
"Rrrough, rrrough." (no) I answered.
Harry was learning real quick, just as I was, because he came back right away
with:
"Was everything satisfactory, Dinky?"
"Rrrough." I answered, leaned forward and licked his face.
"Ah Harry, you made my dog very happy this morning. Look at that boys, Dinky
kissed Harry to thank him for a great meal." Charlie said.
Then his big fucking hand was scratching me behind the ear.
"You know what, I think Dinky should show you how he can sit up and beg, Harry.
Now let me tell you how you can get him to do this trick. Just hold your
fingers over his head like this, ( he demonstrated), and snap your fingers,
while telling him to, Beg Dinky, beg."
With no options and not wanting to piss him off, I got up on my knees and put my
paws in front like a dog begging. He then removed his hand and I sat back down.
"Now you try it Harry." he ordered.
Harry placed his hand over my head and went to snap his fingers, but Charlie
stopped him.
"You can not do it from the side, Harry. The dog must be in front of you.
Take the leash and get the dog right in front of you." he said handing Harry the
leash.
I knew exactly what to do and got myself around to try and help Harry through
this terrible ordeal Charlie was putting him through.
Harry lifted his hand over my head. I could see fear in his eyes, so I smiled
to try and ease his fears. He snapped his fingers and said the magic words.
"Beg Dinky."
I raised myself up on my knees with my paws out front.
"Oh look at that Harry. Dinky's got a hard on. He must be in love with you."
Charlie bellowed so everyone in the bar could hear.
I turned red and my dick gave a big throb. Harry also turned a bit pink, hard
for a black man to do, but he did it.
"Does Dinky love Harry?" Charlie asked.
"Rrrough." (yes) I answered, it was no use fighting him on this, he would win in
the end anyway.
"Oh what's that behind Dinky's dick, Harry. His dick is waving back and forth
like a windshield wiper so it is kind of hard to read. Why don't you put one
of your big black hands on Dinky's dick and hold it still so we can see."
Charlie ordered maliciously.
Harry moved a badly shaking arm towards my waving dick. The fucking SLAVE
word. Charlie wanted to make sure everyone saw the SLAVE word burned into my
pubs. Tears filled my eyes again as I felt Harry's warm hand take hold of my
dick and pull it aside. He sat there gaping at the word.
"Well you stupid fuck, what does it say or are you too illiterate to read a
simple little five letter word." Charlie growled at poor old Harry.
"It says, Slave, Master Charlie, Sir." he answered.
"Oh imagine that, you can read after all. Well now let's see if you can speak
nice and loud so everyone can hear you. Try again, Harry." he ordered.
"The word is Slave." he said loud enough for all to hear this time.
"That's right Harry, it says slave. This afternoon, Pete and Larry are going
to take you to the punishment room and they are going to burn that into your
chest and across your back, in huge letters. Every time you look in a mirror
from now on you will know that you are a slave and belong to me." he said
vindictively.
"How do you like his eagle, Harry?" he asked.
"It looks real good, Master Charlie, Sir." he said through lips that were
trembling worse then before.
"Glad you like it, because you are going to get one of those as well. Oh and
a little secret message will be burned into your right ass cheek. If your a
real good boy maybe one day we will tell you what it is." he said roaring now
with laughter.
Poor old Harry just quivered and quaked.
"Now poor old Dinky doggie is in love with you and you have given him a big hard
on. I think it only fair that you get those big black lips around that doggie
dick and suck it. Make sure you swallow all the doggie cum, too."
"Yes Master Charlie, Sir." the poor old bugger said as he lowered his face to my
throbbing cock.
Harry may have been a fairly old man and not very good to look at, but he had
one hell of a hot mouth. His lips were made for sucking cock and I think he
had a lot of experience. The moment he started moving those beautiful lips
around the head of my throbbing knob I was in seventh heaven.
I just couldn't help but moan, oh man what a welcome home treat from the cook.
I just could not sit still the sensations travelling up from my dick were
unbelievable. He soon had my nuts raising in their little warm sac and I let
out one hell of a scream of pleasure has I began to shoot my load into his hot
working mouth.
When my balls were empty and he couldn't suck out anymore from me, he licked my
dick clean and sat up. I dropped back to my hands and knees and went up to
him and licked his lips. I wanted to kiss him, but knew that would piss
Charlie off, so I just licked him like a dog would.
Charlie responded by licking back. There we were, a white boy dressed like a
dog and an old black man, licking each others tongue's and lips and mouths.
Charlie finally became tired of the whole thing.
"Don't you have work to do Harry. You can not spend the whole fucking morning
on the floor playing with the fucking dog." he snapped.
Harry pulled back, got up quick. Taking my bowl, he headed off quickly to the
kitchen.
"Get over here Dinky." Charlie called to me.
I quickly moved back to his side. He unclipped the leash from my neck and
placing his hand on my head, scratched me behind the ear.
"Now why don't you go around the room and greet all your old friends whom you
haven't seen for a few days, Dinky." he smiled down at me.
I looked up at him with sorrowful eyes and headed out to do his bidding. I
knew exactly what was going to happen. Each guy at each table was going to
make me get up and beg so they could see the SLAVE word burned into my pubs.
They would get to have a good laugh at my expense and the lesson that I really
was nothing but a slave would be etched that much deeper into my brain.
The first guy at the first table was the man I had known before as Pongo. He
was the one that had helped me when those guys had mistreated me so badly.
As I came up to him he pulled his chair out from the table and smiled down at
me.
"I got a nice big bone for you Dinky. Been saving it all week just so you could
have a nice treat." he said with a smile on his face.
He unzipped his jeans and out popped his big hard dick. I didn't hesitate.
The man had been good to me in the past, hell why not make him feel good.
Beside I really had taken a liking to sucking cock.
It didn't take long before Pongo was shooting his load deep into my throat. He
hadn't been shitting me. His nuts were really full, he must have shot ten or
twelve full shots down my throat before his nuts finally emptied. I licked him
clean and sat back waiting for his next order.
He placed and hand on my head and said:
"Good dog. You gotta be the best fucking dog Charlie has ever owned. You
really know how to suck cock, boy. Yes sir, you are one hell of a dog. Now off
you go and greet the others." he said good naturedly.
"Grrruffff." I said as a kind of thank you for being so easy on me.
He just smiled and pulled his chair back under the table.
The rest of the morning was rather gentle. Oh I had to show that fucking
embarrasing SLAVE word a couple of dozen times and suck a few cocks, but that
was it. The morning seemed to fly by and the next thing I knew I was in the
cage and being wheeled back to my room.
I can not tell you how good it felt to get that damned nose piece removed.
Although the two hooks that go up inside the nostrils have holes to permit me to
breath through the nose, it is still very, very uncomfortable. Mind you I will
take the nose any day to the eye piece, so I was not about to complain.
After the outfit was removed I headed straight away for the shower. I always
felt so dirty after taking off the dog outfit. The hot water felt good and my
nuts were still without any trace of pain.
For the first time since I got back I also got a chance to really examine them.
They were both swollen to about half again normal size. The sac itself really
had begun to stretch. I would be willing to swear it was at least an inch to
an inch and a half lower than before Charlie began my sac stretching.
That brought a new worry. I had to go back to being Dinky doggie, was I also
going to have to continue with the nut stretching? I sure hoped Charlie had
enough sense to wait until my nuts healed. Well I guess I would find out this
afternoon.
After my shower I went out into my room. I had been instructed to put on the
standard slave gear, pouch, vest and boots. I was then to head back to the
bar. Pete had asked if I was sure I knew how to get back and I told him what
I thought was the correct way, he was satisfied with that and had left.
Fully dressed, in almost nothing, I headed back to the bar. It was as I was
walking down the hall that I remember what was burned into my right ass cheek.
"The Property of Master Charlie."
With just the pouch, my ass cheeks were fully visible to everyone. My face grew
warm, I was blushing with shame, my dick on the other hand was enjoying itself,
rising to the occasion.
There were not many others in the hall as I looked down to see if any of the
slave word showed above the pouch top at the front, but sure enough the top of
each letter was visible. I tried pulling the pouch up a bit, but it really
didn't help.
Well there was nothing I could do, I was just going to have to get used to it,
that's all there was too it.
I made the right turn at the second hall and came to the double doors. I
pulled one open and walked back into the depressed area. A few moments later I
entered the bar and walked over and stood quietly beside Master Charlie, waiting
for his orders.
He paid no attention to me what-so-ever. I remembered the training that Dickie,
Al and Bill had given me. After an appropriate time, the slave may adopt the
rest position.
After what seemed to be ten or fifteen minutes and still he had not acknowledged
my presence, I went down to the rest position. My hands resting on my knees.
Charlie still not pay me the slightest heed. He was talking with Pat, Pete and
Larry about an up coming meeting and they were discussing the minor details.
"You may be able to make use of Harold, Pat." he said. "He may be a useless
piece of shit but he does have a good head on his shoulders." Charlie said,
talking about me as though I weren't there.
"Oh and one other thing, the Pride Parade is coming up in a couple of weeks. I
think we should make use of Dinky for that. We might also use one of the other
dogs, perhaps it is time for Stinky to make another appearance." he said.
"We would surly win if stinky were to mount dinky, at the judging area. It is
private and only the judges and certain parade officials will be in attendance.
Yes I think that would be excellent. Get Bernard to make up doggie outfits
suitable for public display." he ordered.
"Yes Sir," Pat responded, "I will have Bernard get to it right away."
A fucking parade, in public. Stinky going to mount me......... he doesn't
mean............ oh fuck yes he does mean.........., I am going to get ass
fucked as Dinky, by Larry dressed as Stinky in front of judges. Oh shit, I
thought.
Pat you can brief Harold on all of this later this afternoon " Charlie ordered.
"Yes Sir, will do." Pat responded.
"Harold." Charlie called.
It was so sudden and unexpected it startled me. I hesitated for just a
fraction of a second too long.
"Harold, I am fucking talking to you, wake up." Charlie bellowed.
"Yes Sir. Sorry Sir." I replied scared out of my wits.
Damn, my first day back and I have fucked up already.
"Get up off the fucking floor and sit in the chair. I can't be talking to you
while you are sitting on the fucking floor." he commanded.
"Yes Sir." I answered promptly this time and quickly got up and into the only
vacant chair at the table.
"Harry." Charlie bellowed.
"What's for lunch, we are all starving out here."
Harry came limping out of the kitchen at almost a run. He stopped when he got
to the table.
"We have burgers today Sir, with french fries, or a nice bit of fresh catfish,
only take a few moments to fry'em up, or if you would prefer something light,
how about a ham and cheese with tomato on fresh rye bread, Master Charlie, Sir."
he announced.
"I'll have the catfish with french fries." Charlie ordered.
Pat also took the catfish. Pete and Larry both wanted the burger. I decided
to go with the catfish as well. I was willing to bet, Harry would do one hell
of a great job with them.
Charlie also ordered a round of beer for the table. I didn't want no fucking
beer, but how do I say no to the man who owns me and can make me do anything he
wants. I can't, so I drank the fucking beer and each of the succeeding ones he
ordered. Ruined my whole fucking lunch.
However after lunch he did relent when I asked:
"Master Charlie, Sir, would it please you Sir, if this slave were to have a cup
of hot coffee, Sir?" ok, ok I know it sounds stupid and corny, but how the hell
else was I going to ask him in such a way that I could be assured of success?
"Why certainly, I think that could be arranged." he answered.
He called out to Harry and ordered coffee for everyone. So lunch wasn't a total
loss, however when the coffee cups were empty, he ordered another round of beer.
It was while we were drinking this latest beer that Charlie decided to make his
announcement about Pat's punishment.
"Master Dieter and I have decided that Pat and Josh were definitely derelict in
their duties. In their favor, they both agree that the failure to consult each
other about Harold's treatment was a serious dereliction of duty. Harold could
have gone into shock from the pain and possibly even have died.
That got my attention right away. I could have died from the pain. Holy
fuck, these cocksuckers did this to my fucking nuts and are now blaming Pat and
Josh because I could have died from the fucking pain. The fucking Master's do
not accept any responsibility for their own actions, but are quick to point out
and punish others for fucking up.
"Considering no real harm was done, Harold is only a slave after all, we think a
severe warning should be sufficient to drive home the point that this kind of
dereliction of duty can not and will not be tolerated. Don't let it happen
again, Pat." he said vehemently.
"No Sir, it will never happen again." Pat said.
On the one hand I was overjoyed. Pat was not going to get beaten or anything
like that. On the other, Charlie's comment about, "no real harm," and
"Harold is only a slave," really rankled.
My life had been in jeopardy and he waved it off as being nothing.
So, that was that, the subject was dropped and we went back to discussing the
things we were discussing before he broke the news. Was I ever going to adjust
to or understand this life?
"Ok, if there is nothing else everyone back to work." Charlie ordered.
"Harold, you go with Pete and Larry. They are going to laser burn my marks into
Harry. You can give them a hand." he said looking at me with his dark, dagger
eyes.
"Yes Sir." I answered.
I wasn't going to like this assignment, but then what else is new around here.
Larry headed for the kitchen, while Pete and I headed for the punishment room.
Pete had me roll out a gurney table, similar to the one in the cell room. It
was located in a built in wall cupboard. I rolled it out to the centre of the
room as instructed and set the brakes.
He had also asked me to push out a small cabinet that was on wheels. It had
been sitting up against the wall. He brought some equipment over and placed
the stuff on top of the cabinet. He opened the cabinet and gave me an
extension cord, he really didn't have to explain what to do, just pointed to a
wall outlet.
In no time at all the equipment was ready. Larry must have timed himself so
that he a Harry would arrive after everything was set up and ready to go.
"Hi Harry." Pete said in a friendly manner.
"We are not going to hurt you Harry, that is a promise. Just ask Harold here.
He has had this done and there is no pain at all, is there Harold?" he said
looking at me.
Bastards, they were going to use me to try and make Harry feel better about this
shit. But I just couldn't afford to fight them. I had had enough pain.
"That's right Harry, you will not feel anything at all, not even a tingle. It
only takes a moment and it is over." I said, feeling like hell about lying.
There was pain, oh not physical pain, but there was a tremendous amount of
emotional pain. Having another man's mark placed upon your body, against your
will is a very traumatic experience.
"I will be with you Harry." I said walking over and taking him by the arm.
"I will be right here with you the whole time, you can hold my hand if you like.
It might make you feel better." I tried to give him reassurance.
"Thank you Harold." he said with tears in his eyes.
"Just think Harry, this will make us special. We will be the only two in the
building that carry the Eagle on our chests. It will kind'a be like being
blood brothers." I said with a small chuckle.
Harry saw the humor, and gave a small laugh. His trembling had eased off some
so I guess I must have been helping the poor old bugger.
They let Harry lay down on the table. That at least was much better then the
way I was done. Larry brought a shaving mug up, rolled the shaving brush in it
a few times then lathered up Harry's right pec. He handed me a razor, I didn't
need instructions, I knew what was expected and began to shave Harry's already
smooth, hairless pec.
While I was busy with that, Pete lathered up his pubs and then shaved him.
When we were finished a warm cloth was used to remove any trace of the shaving
lather. Pete then patted him dry with a towel.
Pete then handed me a bottle and a thick piece of gauze. This was the
sterilizing compound and the whole pec, where the burn would take place had to
be wiped good.
As soon as I finished, Larry applied the laser pad. He flicked the switch,
the whirring took place for a few seconds and then he pulled the pad away.
There on Harry's chest was a replica of the Eagle that was on mine.
"Oh it really looks good on you Harry." I said.
He lifted his head and looked down.
"Hard to see from here." he answered.
"We will show you in a mirror in a few minutes, Harry." Pete said.
Larry went down and placed the other laser pad across Harry's pubic area. The
whirring took place and the pad removed. Harry was now the humiliated owner of
the word, SLAVE, across his pubs.
"Ok Harry," Pete said, "the front is done. Flip over and we will do your ass
and it will all be over."
Harry did as he was told without any complaint. Pete lathered him up and
handed me the razor. I shaved Harry's right ass cheek, Pete wiped it clean
with the cloth and then dried it with the towel. Then I sterilized the area.
Larry placed the laser pad on the cheek and Pete pushed the button. The
whirring sound and it was all over. Harry now had the words, "The property of
Master Charlie", burned into his butt.
We helped Harry up and onto the floor. Pete suggested I take him into the
bathroom so he could see the laser burns in the mirrors there.
Harry walked in front of the mirror and took one look. Big tears formed in the
corners of his eyes. He said nothing just looked and those big tears rolled
down his cheek. I took hold of him and pulled him close.
"It's ok Harry." I said soothingly.
"It's ok to cry."
"My great, great granddad was a slave in the southern states. He along with
his wife and two children escaped to Canada. Now look, his great, great
grandson is now a slave. We have come full circle." he said this in a very soft,
sad voice.
I held him while he cried. I think Pete and Larry knew what was going to
happen because they left us alone. I had a feeling they really did not like the
way Charlie treated Harry. They had been so gentle with him. They never
treated me like that when I was in punishment mode.
Harry finally pulled away.
"Thank you Harold, you are a good boy. I had better get back to the kitchen
and get to work. I don't want anymore punishment." he said his voice very,
very sad.
"Ok Harry. Is there anything I can do for you?" I asked stupidly.
"No, you have been very helpful and I do appreciate it." he said as he leaned
forward and kissed me on the cheek.
I grasped his hand and shook it as we headed back to the punishment room. Pete
and Larry were sitting side by side on the table.
"Here are your things Harry you may get dressed and go to your room. Charlie
said you may have the rest of the afternoon off to rest." Pete said quietly.
"Thank you Sir." Harry said as he started to put on his clothes.
Once he was dressed, he asked for permission to leave, which Pete granted. He
looked very sad and very old as he left the room, closing the door silently
behind him. I wanted to ask some questions, but I knew Pete and Larry were not
the right guys to ask.
Once all the equipment was put away, I asked Pete what I was supposed to do now.
"Well now, it seems that you had a race with Master Dieter and won. That made
Charlie very happy. He had not realized that you were in such good physical
shape. He wants you to stay that way, so we are all off to the gym for some
good, old fashioned exercise." Pete said with a smile as he slapped me on the
shoulder.
Now that sounded like a great idea.
To be continued.
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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