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A Daymare on Kelly Street
by Rob
Part 24
Twinky Doggie
Charlie gave me a big smile as I sat down. Henry was taking Pete's order.
"Pete tells me that you have been doing really well with Twinky's training,
Harold." Charlie said.
"Thank you Sir, I am trying to do a good job. The Kid really is very smart and
quick to learn. Have you changed the kid's name to Twinky, then Sir?" I asked.
"Yes. Right after coffee I will go back to the cell room with you and give him
the good news. I imagine he hates the name Fuckface. He has been doing so
well I have decided he needs a little reward and some encouragement. I am also
going to give him the good news that he won't be going to the Arab." he said.
"I think that would be very good of you, Sir. He has something really
bothering him, you can see it in his eyes and I am sure it is not the training
or even being a slave. It is something much deeper." I answered.
"See you three," he practically shouted at Pete, Larry and Pat, as he slapped
the table, a huge smile on his face and his eyes just a glowing with pride.
"I told you Harold was special. Hot damn I do know how to pick'em."
I wasn't sure exactly what it was I did to earn his praise, but it was better
than having him yelling something foul at me. By this time Henry had been
standing silently beside me for a bit waiting for Charlie to finish so he could
get my order.
I ordered coffee and two Boston Cream doughnuts. Charlie began to brief us on
what he expected us to achieve with the kid after coffee. It really was not
much. Just get the kid into the doggie outfit and walk him around the halls a
bit to get him used to it all. Then take him out to the tree in the courtyard
for a pee.
He also said he would arrange for the kid to go for a visit to Master Granger.
See how the kid enjoyed Killer and Rellik. Then he made a snide remark about
my performance at Master Grangers:
"I'll be willing to meet any bet made that Twinky takes the whole thing in his
stride. He has learned to be a slave and will do what he is told and not
complain. Not like Harold here, who couldn't find a single good thing to say
about his visit."
I just went a little red in the face, but kept my mouth shut. That visit had
cost me two days at Master Dieter's. You can bet your boots I will never
complain again.
"Oh, by the way Harold, Master Giovanni called. He wanted to know when I was
going to let you go to his place for a visit." he said looking me in the eye.
Instant fear went through me, but I did my best not to show it.
"I thought it was going to be this week, Sir." I replied.
"Yes, I had intended on sending you over on Wednesday, however I don't want to
pull you away from Twink. I didn't know at the time that I was going to give
you an opportunity to prove yourself. So I will make arrangements for sometime
soon, maybe next week instead. I am sorry about this Harold, I know how
disappointed you must be, but believe me, training Twinky is much more
important."
Disappointed!! Oh yes was I ever disappointed..... in a fucking pigs eye. I
was so happy I wanted to jump up and shout, Yeah. Instead I said:
"Yes Sir, I am. Master Giovanni was very nice to me at Master Dieter's get
together." I lied.
"Ah Harold I am so proud of you my boy. I knew you would take to this way of
life. Whether you know it or not you were made to be a slave. The free life
would eat up a young lad like you and throw you away as so much garbage. Here
you are wanted and needed. It may mean a little pain and embarrassment once in
a while, but hell that's a reasonable price to pay for all the benefits you
receive." he pontificated.
Bullshit asshole. This ain't a life for anyone. I was born a freeman and I
am going to die a freeman. It may take me some time but I am going to win my
freedom back, I thought as I returned his gaze.
Coffee break came to an end when Charlie, without a word, stood up and headed
for the door. The rest of us jumped up with him and followed along, just like
a fucking pack of sheep. As he marched up the hall, his ass swinging from side
to side I thought, oh how I would like to knock the bastard down and fuck the
shit out of his ass, while he screams for mercy.
When he reached the cell room he stood aside and waited for me to unlock the
door. I opened it and held it for him. He marched in and stood back, about 5
feet from the cell door.
I unlocked the cell door and opened it. The kid was still in the rest position,
where I had told him to stay when I left. He had his head bent in supplication,
waiting for orders.
"Look at me boy." Charlie ordered.
The kid raised his eyes in fear. He even began to shake a little. He had been
treated pretty bad by Charlie so far and was scared of him.
"Your trainers all tell my that you have been a good slave and are learning
fast. They tell me that you obey all orders. Is that true, boy?" he asked in
that fatherly voice.
"Yes Sir, I try very hard to obey all orders from the Master, Sir." he replied.
"Good. Get on all fours and crawl to me, licking the floor all the way. I want
to see a trail behind you, begin." he commanded.
Without hesitation, the kid got onto all fours, bent his head down and began
licking the floor as he made his way to Charlie. I thought, what a fucking
prick, why does he have to make the kid do that, it is disgusting.
When the kid was about 2 feet away Charlie spoke:
"That will be fine boy, get back into the rest position." he said.
The kid adopted the position and looked down at the floor again.
"You may look at me again, boy. I have some good news for you."
The kid raised his head and looked at Charlie. A small spark of interest shone
from his eyes when Charlie mentioned the good news.
"All of your trainers here," he said, waving an arm at us, "believe I made a big
mistake selling you to the Arab. They also conducted a little investigation and
found out that the fucking cops lied to me. The two bastards that picked you
up, treated you so bad and then brought you here giving me a pack of lies, will
not be doing that to anyone else. They are both now slaves, but the rest of
their lives will be a complete misery compared to yours. I sent them to the
parts farm. Ask your trainers about the farm, they will be only to happy to
tell you all about it." he said.
"I treated you badly when you first arrived because I believed those bastards.
It doesn't seem to have hurt you none though, you are making good progress.
Unfortunately I can not send you home, boy. You will be a slave for the rest
of your life, but don't despair, you will come to enjoy it after a while."
"Ok, enough of all that shit, time for the good news. First, I have cancelled
the contract with the Arab. You will not be going for castration tomorrow." he
said with a smile.
The kids eyes began to shine instantly. Gone was that dejected, lost look that
I had been seeing. So it was the castration that had been bothering him. I
didn't know that he knew about that.
"Instead I will find a good Master for you right here at home. I have already
contacted the Master that I think will really appreciate you and that you will
love right from the moment you meet him."
"Thank you, Sir." the kid answered.
"Now the second bit of good news. You have been doing so well that I don't
think the name, Fuckface, is suitable any longer. Therefore from this moment,
until I decide otherwise, your name will be, Twink." he said.
"Thank you, Sir." he said, but the expression on his face didn't change at all.
"One of your duties, as long as you are a slave under my roof will be to serve
in doggie mode. Now I know you have no idea what that is, but you will. The
rest of your training this afternoon will be to introduce you to Twinky Doggie.
Your trainers will tell you exactly what I expect from my dogs and you will be
the best fucking dog you can." saying that he turned and left the room.
"Right, Twink," I said as the door closed. "up on the table.
He hurried over and got up on the table.
Larry had the box with Twink's doggie outfit. When he opened the box the first
thing I noticed was that Twinky Doggie would be black and white, not brown like
Dinky. That got me wondering what colour, Dickey, Dorky and Stinky doggies
were. I had assumed that all the doggies would where the same outfit. Well I
was soon going to find out about Stinky, because Larry would have to suit up
sometime in the next couple of days.
"Ok, Twink this really is not a painful thing, but it can be a bit
uncomfortable, particularly on the back legs. Now roll over and get up on your
hands and knees." I ordered.
He rolled over and Larry and Pete took up positions on either side of him.
Larry lifted and raised Twink's lower left leg up to his thigh, while Pete
lifted his right. They applied the straps that would keep Twink's ankles
fastened to his thighs.
"This is the most uncomfortable part physically, Twink. After an hour or so
the knee begins to ache a bit, but it doesn't last after the straps are
removed."
I then had him turn over onto his back. Pete and Larry each had a doggie leg
piece which they applied to his legs, covering the folded and strapped legs with
the fur piece.
"You will also get doggie paws, Twink. Your hands will be inside the paws which
a hard plastic type glove. You will loose the use of your fingers while in
doggie mode so it becomes impossible to pick things up." I continued to explain
as Pete and Larry worked.
"Pete," I asked. "will he be wearing the eye piece or the nose?"
"Just the nose. For the practices and the parade he has to be able to see. We
will use the eye piece when Charlie has him doing bar duty." he answered.
"Thanks, Pete." I said.
"In just a moment you will turn over and get up on your four legs, Twink. A
nose piece will be inserted up your nostrils. The inserts are hollow so you
will still be able to breath through your nose. It is only mildly
uncomfortable, but believe me it is ten thousand times better than the eye
piece."
"Now listen very carefully, Twink. Once that nose piece is inserted, you
become a dog. You must act like a dog at all times, if you fail and are caught
the punishments can be very severe, believe me. Do you understand what I have
just said? I asked.
"Yes Sir, once the nose piece is inserted I must act like a dog at all times,
Sir." he answered.
"Good boy." I praised him.
"Now this is extremely important, if you forget you could end up getting beaten
almost to death, so do not forget it. You must never, ever speak human words
while in doggie mode. The Master's will not forgive you or even give you a
second chance. Repeat that, Twink." I said.
"I must never speak human words while in doggie mode, Sir." he answered.
"Right. Doggie mode begins the moment the nose or eye piece are put in place.
Pete is going to do that right now."
Pete inserted the nose piece and stood back.
"Ok, Twinky doggie pay close attention. We will teach you doggie language so
you will know how to communicate without using human words. There are not a
lot so they will not be difficult for you to learn and remember."
"First, one bark means Yes. Bark once Twinky." I ordered.
"Rrrough." he said.
"Good. Now two barks means, No. Bark twice."
"Rrrough, rrrough."
"Ok lets test you. Are you happy that you do not have to go to the Arab?" I
asked.
"Rrrough." he said quickly.
"Are you having any pain?"
"Rrrough, rrrough."
"Do you like doggie mode?"
"Rrrough, rrrough."
"Too fucking bad, your going to do it anyway. Now I am only going to cover one
other thing right now and that is how to let us know that something is wrong or
there is an emergency. You bark, give three whines then bark again. Pause
for a count of ten then do it again and keep doing it until someone pays
attention. An emergency does not give you an excuse to speak. You must
remain a dog while the nose or eye piece is in place. Now practice the
emergency response for a few minutes." I said walking away from the table.
I went over to the sink and got a glass of water, I was very, very dry.
Twink practiced his emergency warning and it sounded pretty good. Charlie
would be happy with that. I let him practice for a while and watched as Larry
waved the black and white tail back and forth. I don't think Twink had seen it
yet.
Larry started to lube up the dildo end of the tail so I stopped Twink's practice
and gave him the low down on the tail. We showed it to him and he didn't look
all that happy about it. I also told him that he would have to learn how to
move his ass while walking to make the tail wag. He also had to get used to
the damned dildo shifting around.
"You will feel like you have to have a dump, every time the thing wags. That's
how you know your doing it properly. But you better be damned sure you never
shit it out. The roof will cave in around your ears if you do." I warned.
Then Larry went behind him and pushed the dildo home. The complete Twinky
doggie stood on the table before us. I pulled a leash out of my pocket and
attached it to his collar.
Pete and Larry lifted him and placed him on the floor. I then taught him to
heel, to sit, to beg, to role over and to scratch. At first he was not happy
at all, but soon he began to have fun with it and got right into the whole
thing.
It was then time to take him for a walk. I was going to take him out into the
courtyard for his first Twinky doggie walk and pee. There was a private
wedding going on in the courtyard. Two Master's had gotten married and the
reception, with over fifty people was taking place out there.
"Do you have to pee, Twinky?" I asked innocently.
"Rrrough." (Yes) he answered quickly.
I snickered inside, oh just wait until you see how you have to pee and how many
people are going to be watching you Twink.
"Ok, but you have to do it against a tree just like a regular dog. Now just a
word of warning, Twinky, do not fuck this up. I will take you out to a tree
and you will lift your rear leg and piss against it. Understand?" I said with
authority.
"Rrrough." (Yes) he answered, almost gleefully.
I looked at Pete and Larry and they gave me a wink and a smile. I winked and
smiled back and said:
"Ok, Twink lets go for walk'ums. That's a good doggie." I put my hand on his
head and gave him his first doggie scratch behind the ears.
I wondered if he would come to hate that as much as I did. I opened the door
and held it as he crawled through. I headed up the hall with Twinky following
close beside me on the right. He was heeling really well for his first time.
I opened the door that led to the short hallway that led to the door out to the
courtyard.
"This is a private courtyard, Twinky." I said.
I opened the door and bright sunshine greeted us. Twinky went through the door
quickly then came to an abrupt and compete halt. The door slammed shut just as
he turned to try and make a mad dash back inside.
My heart went out to him because I knew exactly how he felt. I wanted to tell
him it was ok, to console him, but knew we would both be in deep shit if I did.
Instead I pretended that I was annoyed.
"What the fuck are you doing, dog. Get over here, you wanted a fucking piss
now you are going to take one." I said, yanking gently on the leash.
I started walking towards the tree. He really didn't have much choice and I
could feel him hesitating. He was not the happy puppy he had been a few
minutes ago.
We hadn't gone very far before the wedding party noticed us and all eyes turned
our way. I paid no attention to them at all, but that was easy for me, I wasn't
the one with my dick hanging out and dressed like a dog.
The wedding party must have been told that I would be bringing Twinky out for a
pee, because instead of heading towards us they headed towards the tree and took
up positions all around it, leaving a small opening for us to walk through.
I wanted to turn around and look at Twink and try to give him some reassurance
but didn't dare. Instead I just kept giving little tugs on the leash to keep
him moving.
When we got to the tree I turned and looked down at him.
"Ok, dog, piss." I commanded in a voice loud enough that all those standing
around could hear.
Twink's face was beet red as he made his way to the tree. He lifted his leg
and the crowd started to cheer. The poor fucking kid, man was I ever glad it
was not me.
I looked down again and was surprised to see that Twink had a raging hard on.
His dick was as bad as mine, it had turned traitor. Now, as far as the crowd
was concerned, the fun had begun. Twink, grunted and groaned and grunted some
more, but not a fucking drop left the end of his dick. Instead long silver
strings of precum dropped to the ground.
The crowd began to hoot and holler and call Twink all kinds of names. The more
they yelled at him the harder he tried to piss, but it didn't do him any good.
Finally one of the guests, a huge man all dressed in black leather walked up to
me.
"Your fucking dog has a problem, Master Harold." he said in a gruff voice.
"He's got a Master that don't know how to prepare his dog for pissin'. Gim'me
that leash." he said grabbing the leash out of my hand.
"Come on dog, we gonna teach ya how ta piss." he said yanking roughly on the
leash and walking away.
Twink gave a little choking sound but quickly dropped his leg and scrambled
after the guy. The guy was walking just a little bit faster than Twink could
crawl and so he was being half dragged as he moved his arms and legs as quickly
as he could.
I was terrified. These guys were Master's, but they really had no right to
take Twinky from me, I was his trainer. What about Charlie, would he be pissed
at me for letting them? But they were real Master's, I was just a slave
playing at being a Master. My duty was to always obey a Master, so I just
stood there totally confused. Then out a corner of my eye I caught sight of
Pete. I hurried over to him.
"Pete what the fuck is going on. He wasn't supposed to take Twink was he?" I
stammered.
"It's ok, Harold. We knew this would happen. Remember the first time you
tried to pee as Dinky when someone was watching, you couldn't, right." he said.
"Yes, I remember." I answered.
"Well we were pretty sure Twink wouldn't be able to either. Master Buxton and
his friends are just going to have a little fun with Twink, they won't hurt him
so don't worry. This was really more a test to see how you would react than a
test for Twink." he said.
"A test for me? Oh, shit. I knew it. I fucked it up didn't I. I shouldn't
have let him take Twink like that. Damned I am fucking useless." I said in
disgust.
"Whoa, whoa, hold on there. No you didn't do wrong, as a matter of fact you
passed with flying colours. You knew your place and you obeyed a Master.
That was the test Harold, under duress would you obey a Master that was doing
something you considered wrong. You obeyed without question, you passed." he
said smiling.
Well he may have thought that was great but I sure as hell didn't. I was
slowly becoming one of them, even though I hated the idea. I suddenly didn't
like myself very much, but smiled to hide that from Pete.
"Let's go watch. Twink might get a little embarrassed, but he will also have
fun." he said starting off towards where they had taken Twink.
"Now tell me, did you ever see a dog with such a tiny little cock?" Master
Buxton was asking the crowd.
He had Twink up on a table. One of the other guys was holding the kids left leg
up and Master Buxton was fondling his cock and balls.
"Why I know of miniature Poodles that have bigger cocks than this. You poor
doggie," he said, rubbing a hand through Twink's hair.
Poor Twink was beet red again. I'd be willing to bet the poor kid would like
to dig a very deep hole just about now and crawl in.
"Now do you know why you couldn't piss, doggie?" he asked.
Please remember to bark, Twink, I said silently to myself.
"Rrrough, rrrough." (No) he answered and I let out a sigh of relief.
"Well this dog is not completely hopeless, he can understand his Master." he
bellowed, and the crowd cheered.
"Ok, doggie we are going to help you have a pee."
One of his cohorts handed him a bottle of beer which he opened. Another
brought over a large bowl of potato chips. He dumped the chips onto the table
and Master Buxton poured the beer into the bowl. He placed the bowl in front of
Twink, then took off his heavy leather belt.
"Ok, dog here's the deal. The crowd is going to count to fifty, by the time
they reach fifty all the beer better be gone from the bowl or you get ten lashes
across your back with this belt. Now go." he yelled.
Twink lowered his head into the bowl and I could hear the first loud slurp but
then that sound was lost by the crowd counting.
"Not going to hurt him you said." I whispered accusingly in Pete's ear.
"He will finish the beer before they get through the count. Charlie warned
them within an inch of their lives not to do anything that would cause Twink
pain." he answered in an annoyed tone.
Oh, fuck I've done it again, and I would be willing to bet he would report my
comments to Charlie.
"Sorry Pete, one of these days I am going to learn, but it is so difficult." I
whispered again.
"It's ok, Harold. I understand. I know how hard you are trying and that is
all that is really important." he said with a small smile.
"Thanks." I said just loud enough for him to hear.
The crowd had only reached forty when Twink lifted his head from the bowl.
Buxton looked in the bowl and declared Twink the winner.
"Ok doggie, beg pretty." Buxton said, snapping his fingers above Twink's head.
With no choice, Twink lifted himself up exposing his package fully to the crowd.
His six and three quarter inches stuck straight out and precum was still
dripping out in long strings.
"Where's the bitch?" Buxton yelled out.
"Here Sir." a voice cried out from the crowd.
"Get your sorry ass over here Bitch. This poor doggie's got a cock that needs
attention."
A young man, around my age by the looks of him came hurrying out of the crowd.
He was completely naked, around 6' , 200 and well muscled. This lad spent many
hours in the weight room that was for sure. He had a weight attached to his
nuts and it hung down to his knees and was bouncing all around as he hurried
over. As he approached Master Buxton, I also noticed that he was uncut and
that the foreskin had been sewn together with rough twine, parts of the twine
were blood soaked. The boy was in a bit of pain.
As soon as he was in front of Buxton he dropped like a stone onto his knees,
bent over and kissed Buxton's boots. Once he had kissed both boots he placed
his forehead on the ground and waited for permission to move.
"Get up you useless piece of shit." Buxton bellowed.
Suddenly I hated this Master Buxton with a passion. It wouldn't take much to
convince me to run a knife through the prick.
The boy stood up quickly. Buxton reached out and grabbed the lad's nuts and
squeezed, the lad went white, but not a sound left his lips. He held his pain
inside. Then Buxton wrapped a meaty hand around the lads cock and began to
wank it cruelly.
To my utter amazement the cock began to get hard. The boy was being turned on
by all this rough treatment. I just couldn't understand how it was possible.
Buxton continued to wank the boys now fully erect cock, fresh blood started to
ooze through the stitches.
"Open your mouth Bitch." Buxton ordered.
The lad complied right away. Buxton honked up some phlegm or spit or something
from deep in his throat and spit into the lads mouth. The lad closed his mouth
and I watched as he swallowed. I think I turned a little green at this point.
But it got worse. A couple of the other Master's came foreword and for each one
Buxton gave the boy the order to open his mouth. Each of the Master's in turn
spit into his mouth and he swallowed. All the while Buxton continued to wank
the boy.
Suddenly the lad went ridged. He was blowing his load inside his sealed up
foreskin. I could see the foreskin ballooning up from the cum being pumped in.
When the lads ejaculations stopped Buxton stopped wanking.
"That's all the treats you get for today, now get your sorry ass over there and
suck that poor dogs cock." he ordered.
The lad rushed over to the table where Twink was still in the beg position. He
began by licking the puddle of precum from the top of the table before heading
for the cock.
"Did I give you permission to drink up that precum, Bitch?" Buxton bellowed.
"No Sir." he answered.
"Right that will be one hundred lashes with the whip tonight and I will leave
you strung up all night. One of these fucking days you will learn your place.
Now get on with the job you were given." Buxton bellowed so practically
everyone in the city of Toronto could hear him, I thought.
Bitch must have been one hell of an experienced cock sucker. In just a few
moments he had Twink panting like hell. His doggie hips were thrusting to meet
the inward stroke of the Bitches head.
The Twink began to whine, not moan, whine, the little fucker was playing the
part to the hilt. I guess he must have really took everything I told him to
heart. Well that was good, it would save him a lot of grief later.
Then all of a sudden Twink let out one hell of a howl. I mean he just put his
head back and let it rip. The sound bounced off the walls of the buildings
surrounding the courtyard. It caused all talking and shuffling around to
cease. All that could be heard was Twink's howls of pleasure as he unloaded
his seed into the throat of Bitch.
Bitch pulled off Twink's cock and did a few last, quick licks. Then moved away
and went down into the rest position. The crowd went wild, they cheered, they
clapped and they screamed out their pleasure at what they had just witnessed.
"Wait till Charlie hears about this. Twink just earned himself another reward.
Bet Charlie let's him have a big steak dinner tonight." Pete said quietly close
to my ear.
"That really was an awesome sight Pete, he really does deserve something for
that performance." I replied.
"Well now Twinky doggie, do you feel better." Buxton asked.
"Rrrough." (Yes) Twink answered.
"Well dog I think you deserve a reward." he said, turning to the crowd.
"What do you all think, has the dog earned a reward?" he bellowed.
"Yeah." roared the crowd.
Then a lone voice from the crowd said:
"What about the Bitch. He did good as well?"
"Hey, your right. The Bitch did do good." Buxton yelled back.
He then turned to the Bitch and said:
"You did good Bitch, for your reward I will add fifty more lashes to the hundred
you got coming later tonight." then he laughed and the crowd laughed with him.
Fucking asshole, I thought.
Buxton took a beer and opened it. He brought the bottle to Twink's lips.
"Here you go dog, bottoms up." he said as he tipped the bottle back and held it
in Twink's mouth.
Twink swallowed some and then went to pull away but Buxton was quick and placed
a big hand behind Twink's head and tilted it back. He continued to hold the
bottle in Twink's mouth and the liquid was pouring in.
Twink was swallowing as fast as he could but the liquid was leaving the bottle
faster than he could swallow. The beer started to dribble from between Twink's
lips and was soon running down his chest and onto and around his cock and balls.
It almost looked like Twink was having a beer piss.
Once the bottle was empty, Buxton pulled it away and set it down on the table.
"Are you ready to piss against that tree now dog?" he asked.
"Rrrough." (Yes) Twink answered.
A couple of Master's stepped forward and lifted Twink off of the table and
placed him gently on the ground. Then Buxton started walking towards the tree.
The crowd followed.
"Ok dog, now do your business." Buxton ordered.
Twink crawled up to the tree, lifted his right leg and opened his bladder, a
steady, hot stream of yellow piss splashed out against the tree. The crowd
went wild again. Buxton, turned and looked towards me.
"Here you go Master Harold. If I can be of assistance again in the future, why
just call." he said handing me Twink's leash and walking away before I could say
anything.
The fun and games were over so the crowd just followed him back, leaving just
the three of us, Pete, Twink and I, beside the tree.
"Lift your leg again, Twink." I said. "I have to wipe your dick off so you
don't end up with piss burns."
He lifted his leg and I pulled the little cloth from my pocket to dry him. We
all three then headed back to the cell room.
The big surprise was that Charlie was there, along with Larry and Pat, waiting
for us.
"Come here dog." Charlie called affectionately to Twink.
As Twink crawled up Charlie bent down and rubbed Twink's head. He put a hand in
his pocket and pulled something out. His hand then moved to Twink's mouth.
"Here ya go boy, a treat." he said, as he continued to rub Twink's head.
I saw Twink's suddenly make a terrible face. That fucking prick Charlie had
placed one of those spicy, foul tasting things into Twink's mouth. I
remembered them from Granger's garden party when the bastard kept jamming them
in my mouth.
I watched as Twink chewed it up fast and swallowed, just to get the damned thing
out of his mouth.
"Did you enjoy your treat, Twink?" Charlie asked.
"Rrrough." (Yes) Twink answered, he really didn't have any other choice, unless
he wanted to pay a very dear price for it.
"Well have another then." Charlie said with a smile, pulling another of the foul
things from his pocket and jamming it in Twink's mouth.
He gave Twink's head another rub then stood up.
"Ok, I am happy with what you have accomplished, Harold. And I am very
pleased with Twink, as well. You may get him out of the outfit now and take
him to the pool for a swim. He can have an hour in the pool. I have also
ordered a special dinner for him tonight." Charlie said to me with a big smile.
That made me feel good. I had been so afraid that I was going to be punished
for letting Buxton take Twink. Even though Pete had said I had done well,
there was always the chance that Charlie might not agree. Now that he had
given me a bit of praise, I relaxed.
"Yes Sir." I replied.
"You guys have done so well that I am going to let you have your first live
practice tomorrow night in the bar. You will have three practices and I want
you all to put on a real good show for the patrons. The practices will be at
7, 9 and 11 pm. Any questions?"
"No Sir." I answered.
"Good." he said, then turned and left the room.
Pete and Larry picked Twink up and placed him on the table. In less than five
minutes all the doggie outfit had been removed.
"Are you and Larry coming to the pool with us?" I asked Pete.
"No, Harold, we both have something we have been neglecting and better get at it
before Charlie gets after us." he laughed.
"Ok, but I want to thank you both for all the help. I could never have done
this without you." I said, meaning every word.
"Hey, it's ok Harold. We are all members of the same family now and we are
supposed to help each other." he said as both he and Larry headed off, leaving
Twink and I alone.
"Well Twink you did one hell of a job this afternoon and Master Charlie is very
happy with you. Do you like to swim?" I asked.
"Yes Sir." he said.
"Ok, let's go relax for a while." I said heading towards the door.
Twink followed right behind. For the first time since I took over his training
I let him walk like a man, instead of crawling.
There were half a dozen other guys using the pool and they had a water polo game
going. Twink and I picked up a couple of spare polo bats and jumped in.
The hour we spent in the pool was a great load of fun. I felt like a kid
again. After a good hot shower to remove the chlorine we headed back to the
cell room.
I locked Twink in his cell then headed to the bar to find out where to go from
here. I had not been given any instructions beyond the one hour of pool time.
Pat was sitting at the table with Charlie. As I approached he looked up and
gave me a smile. We had not been together for a few nights because Pat has
been tied up with lots of work. Some of it, I was supposed to be helping with,
but Charlie had changed his mind and given me Twink to work with.
I pulled out a chair and sat down. Charlie finished what he was saying to Pat
then looked at me.
"How did the pool go, Harold?" he asked.
"Twink enjoyed himself and totally relaxed Sir." I said.
"What about you? Did you enjoy yourself?"
"Oh, yes Sir. I think I needed that as much as Twink did Sir. I had become
rather up tight the last couple of days." I answered truthfully.
"That's why I sent you both to the pool, not for Twink, but for you. I
probably made a mistake letting Twink have fun so soon into his training, but
you needed to relax and you just wouldn't have done it without Twink." he said
with a sardonic smile twisting his lips.
I was about to protest, but he cut me off.
"I can read you like a book, Harold. You are a softy, a sentimentalist. You
will always side with the underdog. You don't like forcing Twink to do these
things and it has made you very uptight. By letting you have some free time
with him, to just be yourselves is the only way I can get you to relax and
release that tension."
"Yes Sir, I guess you are right." I replied.
"Damned right I'm right. Tomorrow you must take up the training again, but I
will guarantee that you will do it with a much lighter heart then if I hadn't
given you the past hour." he paused and looked deep into my eyes again.
"Ok, now what did you want. I can see that you are just itching to ask me
something, so go ahead."
"Well I have no instructions on what to do with Twink from this point on. You
mentioned that he would get a treat for his dinner tonight, but I have no
details, Sir." I said.
"Mmmm well I may regret this, but I am going to let you take him to the games
room tonight. He can have the whole evening to relax and get to see some of
the fun side of being a slave. Unlike you Harold, Twink has accepted his new
life. I am positive he will be a good slave, and will enjoy the life
thoroughly."
"Well I am trying very hard, Sir. It just has not been very easy for me. I
loved my freedom, Sir, and I still long for it." I replied, figuring I might as
well be honest.
"I know that Harold, that is what I admire about you. Although you are a wuss,
you also have a very strong pride in who you are. I caught that the first time
you walked in here and it drew me too you like iron to a magnet. I knew
immediately that I wanted you on my team. Harold, all of your training is
toward that end, making you a valued member of my team." he said softly and
from the heart.
It was a side of Charlie that he very seldom displayed. For just a moment, I
liked him, but then reality set back in. Oh sure, I would honestly admit that I
had grown fond of living here. There were some aspects of it that were great,
in fact a whole lot of it was great. But there was that one thing that I just
didn't like or approve of, having to blindly obey guys like Charlie, Dieter,
Granger and Buxton.
"Henry will whip up one of his great steak dinners for the two of you. He will
deliver it to the cell room, or if you prefer you can take Twink to your room
and Henry will serve you dinner there." he said.
My room! He would let me take Twink to my room. I had better double check to
make sure I heard properly.
"To my room, Sir?" I asked, almost stupefied.
"Well you would be much more comfortable there. As well that big soft bed
would be a great place to practice taking his pussy. Let's face it Harold you
need lots of practice. Of course if you prefer you can just suck each other."
and he broke out in a bout of almost uncontrolled laugher.
I had to admit that the way he had said it, it was funny and I broke out
laughing as well. Pat was doubled over and tears had formed in his eyes. Once
we all got the laughter under control, Charlie gave me some more instructions.
Twink was to be placed in doggie mode first thing in the morning and would have
his breakfast in the bar. Then he told me to go let Henry know where to
deliver the meals and then get back to Twink.
I thanked him and headed for the kitchen. This could end up being a real fun
evening I thought, much better than hurting and humiliating the boy. Charlie
was going to do that in the morning, you can bet your boots on it.
To be continued.
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