Kidnapped into Slavery part 6

Author: plugged
Title: Kidnapped into Slavery part 6
Date: 28 September 2008

by: Skinphil
skinphil1@yahoo.com


Part 6

With his nightly walk done, Bog was taken to his kennel. It was a wire cage, set on a concrete pad, with a sand pit area at one end. The other end was covered over with an iron roof, and a large hessian covered foam pillow placed on the ground. Sonny took Bog into the kennel, and released the chain. Bog started to sniff around his new home, and while investigating, Sonny placed his hand inside his right pocket, and took out a small disc. "Bog, come." He said clearly. Bog looked over, and then moved to his left side as the handlers at the pound had taught him. "Sit." Sonny was firm but soft, placing his hand in front and slightly above Bog's snout. Bog sat immediately. Sonny then took off Bog's collar, and placed the round disc on to the collar, and placed the collar back on Bog's neck. The disc made a jingle sound as Bog moved. "Now you will not get lost Bog. That disc has your name and a phone number on it so I can be contacted if you stray." With that, Sonny knelt down and started to pat and stroke Bog. Bog nuzzled into his groin, and could smell his cock and ass. It was sweat and good, and made him feel safe and secure. Bog could smell urine in Sonny's crutch, and started to lick Sonny's pants. Sonny felt the licking, and gave Bog a hug. "You want to suck me Bog, don't you? I can see it in your eyes. You have very expressive eyes, soft and deep blue." Bog did not know what Sonny was saying, but it was friendly and was accompanied with pats and caresses, so it was good, and he responded with more licking and nuzzling. Sonny then unzipped his fly, and let his big cock fall out of his leather pants. He had a pair of leather jocks on, with his cock protruding through a cock hole at the front. A thin shoelace at the waist held on the jocks, and another from the base of the jock, up his butt crack to the back of the shoelace tie. Bog could smell Sonny's crutch, the urine soaked into the leather jock, and the smell of the leather pants. He started to lick Sonny's cock, and, as taught at the pound, started to suck the cock head, sliding it into his mouth, and letting it fill his whole snout. Sonny was enjoying the sensation, and started to move his hips to Bog's rhythm. He started to moan and arch his back, moving his hips with more urgency, Bog sucking and licking both the cock and Sonny's balls. Sonny came big time. He had not had sex since Fredrik had died, and his pent up feelings boiled over in that second of total orgasm. Bog sucked and swallowed all of Sonny's cumm, and when he let sonny's cock slip out of his mouth, started to lick Sonny's face all over. "Whoa boy, slow it down, I know you are excited. Save some love for tomorrow." Sonny hugged Bog's head, and kissed him on the top of his head, patting him around the jowls and gently rubbing behind his ears. "Now to bed, and sleep for you. You have a big day tomorrow. Your training with me starts and our lives together begin. I hope you get to love me as much as I love you Bog. Good night fella, sleep well." With a gentle pat, Sonny led Bog over to his bed, and settled him down for the night. Sonny walked out, padlocked the kennel, and walked back to the house. He felt happy with his purchase, and felt he finally could have a companion without loosing his devotion to Fredrik. He was inside the house before he realised he still had his cock protruding from his leather pants, and laughed to himself.

Sonny was an early riser, and quickly dressed in his skinhead gear. He had decided that from now on, he would wear his skin gear at all times. Fuck the world. He was a skin and proud. No longer would he bow to others wishes. He would have to go on a diet, even though he exercised daily, his waistline was becoming broader, and his beloved bleachers were rather tight. "Ah shit, it gave a good bulge to my pants. So what if the world sees my cock in my pants. I don't give a flying fuck. Let them go fuck themselves." Thought Sonny, his defiant rethink of life now shaping his thoughts. He went out to the back garden, and headed for the kennel. Bog heard him coming, and was yelping and jumping up at the fence when he arrived. Sonny's face lit up when he saw Bog. "This dog was going to be good for him," he thought, and he proceeded to unlock the kennel gate. Bog bounded out and nearly knocked him over, happy to see his new master. Sonny let him sniff around the garden after patting him, and went back inside the house to prepare Bog's breakfast. He looked at the list given him by the pound. The instructions were very specific, and they had supplied him with sufficient food for 1 week. He would have to go shopping later. 1 lb of chopped raw meat, top grade steak. 8 oz of dry food, soaked in water for 5 minutes before feeding. 1 white tablet (to be supplied by the pound on a monthly basis). Plenty of water, to be replenished daily. Sonny prepared the food as required, and took the bowls out to the kennel. Bog saw him coming, and started to jump up and down and started to circle around Sonny in the kennel. "Bog. Sit." Bog sat on command. Sonny completed placing the food in the area near Bog's sleeping area, and turned to Bog. "Bog. Eat." With that command, Bog started to woof down the meat, turning next to the dry food. He did not leave a morsel. Bog then went over to his water bowl and lapped up almost half the bowl. When he was finished, Bog crawled over to Sonny, and lay at his feet. Sonny pulled out the white tablet, and placed it on the palm of his hand and put it under Bog's snout. Bog turned his head away, and Sonny realised he was going to have to force it down his throat. He did just that, and Bog was not happy, but the pill was down and Sonny was happy. "Come Bog, we are going to town you and I. You can stay in the car while I do a little shopping." Sonny took the lead hanging outside the kennel, and clipped it onto Bog's collar. They left the kennel, and went over to the garage, and Sonny opened the door and put Bog into the back of the car. The car smelled like his masters pants. It smelled good, and he settled down on the seat. The trip was short, and when his master left the car, he peered over the seat out of the window. There were humans, but no other dogs. A human came close, and Bog barked. He barked hard and warned this human to get away from his masters car.

The trip to the shops was fun. He liked the car now; it was fun to bark at humans. This was his master's car, and he would protect it. Bog ran over the seat to check out the back window, then jumped into the front, and waited for his master to come back. It was a long time before he came back, but he had meat. He could smell the meat, and there was a bone too. Bog started to drool at the thought of the bone, and Sonny started to shout at him. He jumped back to the back seat, and cowered in the back. His master continued to shout, but then got in the car, and started the car up, and drove them home. We arrived back at the house, and a human was there waiting. Sonny got out, and started to talk to the human. "John, I did it, I got myself a dog slave." "Well about time, you have been talking about it long enough. How you getting on with him?" John asked. "Fine, all I have to do now is find a way to stop him drooling on the leather seats of the Rolls, and life will be perfect. Mind you, he gives good head." Both John and Sonny laughed, and Sonny walked off with John leaving Bog in the car. "Trim the roses today john, and if you have time, give the Rolls the once over." John was dressed in his work gear, donkey jacket and work boots, but was as bent as a butchers hook. He had worked for Fredrik for over 20 years, and Sonny had kept him on when Fredrik had died. He was a closet gay, having married to hide his true feelings, and could only ever let himself be himself when at the house. He had 3 children, but his wife knew he had only married to hide his homosexuality. But she had numerous affairs behind his back, so his little occasional gay dalliances did not matter to her, as long as they were discreet, and the village believed they were a happy married couple. John was 35, plain looking and not exactly the brightest guy in the class, but his sunburnt skin from outdoor work often found him casual lovers at Fredrik's weekend parties. John also looked after some of the house chores, and looked after the Rolls as well. He often doubled as Fredrik's chauffer when Fredrik went away on weekends to friend's parties. Fredrik even bought him a uniform for such occasions. For a country yokel, he scrubbed up well, and always shared a bed on those weekends. When Sonny confided in him about getting a dog slave, he had encouraged Sonny to go ahead, and had built the kennel for him.

John knew his place in society. He knew he was the worker, and never complained of his lot in life. Fredrik had employed him straight from school, as a gardener and odd job man. Life in the village was fairly dull, and jobs scarce, but John had never wanted to leave. His wife Jessie had fallen pregnant to John while at school, and they married before the baby was born. They were both only 16 when the first child came along. It had been harmless sex, but had far reaching consequences. John always had sex with Jessie on Saturday nights if he was at home, and Jessie was always obliging. But there was no love in the marriage. Jessie only stayed with John for appearances sake, and for the children. When John went away, she would have her real lover on standby, and if truth were known, the two other children were not Johns'. John suspected this, but afraid the village would discover his homosexuality, never fronted Jessie with his suspicions. But he loved all his children equally, and would not give any of them up for anything.

John discovered his own love of the male form one night at one of Fredrik's' parties just before John was married. Fredrik had asked him to be a waiter for the evening, and he agreed, with the chance to earn a little more, he had jumped at the chance. As the party progressed, he decided to go outside the back for a cigarette. There was another youth out back, smoking near the back door, and they got talking. In the dark, the youth mistook John for a guest, and approached John. He put his arm around him, and started to kiss John, while his hands were exploring John's crutch. Reluctant to upset his employer's guests, John resisted only slightly, but found he was being aroused by the youth. The youth was wearing a casual denim shirt, and jeans, and a pair of well-polished work boots. John, being the waiter, was wearing a pair of black trousers and white shirt, with a black bow tie. The youth had been drinking, but was not drunk, and fully aware of his actions. John tried to break up the petting, but found his admirer very insistent, and himself less inclined to let him go. John was getting hard, and his animal instincts were starting to take over. The youth started to unzip John's fly, and John felt his hand inside his pants and massaging his ever-growing cock. John could resist no longer, and grabbed the youth's face and started to kiss him passionately, his tongue reaching deep into the youth's throat and mouth. He tasted good, and John started to fantasise he was with his usual fantasy woman he used when fucking Jessie, but he could not visualise her face, instead he saw the youth's face in his fantasy. The youth was a woman with a male face. The youth moved his head down level with John's crutch, and as he undid the button on the trousers, John's cock fell out, ridged and ready for action. The youth placed John's cock in his mouth, and gently started to massage it with his tongue. John was in ecstasy, and started to move his body in rhythm with the youth. It was not long before John came in the youth's mouth, and he felt a real relief, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. The youth continued to caress John's cock and balls for several minutes, then pushed John's cock back inside his pants, and did him up again. "I think we both need a drink, don't you?" John looked at the youth, and then turned towards the door. "I will go get them. What are you drinking?" "You should know deary, you have been serving me all night. You know, the sexy blonde?" John did know, but had not put 2 and 2 together. "Oh yes, a screwdriver I believe. You been giving me the eye all night, how long were you waiting out here for me?" The youth laughed. "For you? No, not just for you dear, for any man who ventured out. I just love cock, and any cock at that. I am a real slut when it comes to cock, but when I saw you come out, I knew I would get a real man's cock tonight. Screwdriver and cumm: Now that's a faggots delight. Now, hurry along boy, and get me that drink." John went back inside and fetched the drink and took it outside. The youth was with another youth, and John could see the youth's hand moving down to the crutch of the others pants. He left the drink near the door and went back to work, but he felt a rage inside himself, and realised he was jealous.