Kidnapped into Slavery part 7

Author: plugged
Title: Kidnapped into Slavery part 7
Date: 28 September 2008

by: Skinphil
skinphil1@yahoo.com



Part 7

Sonny had agreed to go with Bog back to the pound for training twice a week, and today was one of those training days. The training would last for 3 months. They were to train master and dog to be one together. Commands were the first level of training. Voice as well as hand signal were used, and although simple, required the master to be very specific. The usual sit, stay, come and fetch were easy, but the "Fuck", or "Dog Fuck" were more complicated. Other commands for suck, piss, be fucked and be sucked were also part of the repertoire. Bog was a dog slave, and had to be able to read his master's wishes without voice commands, and so many hand commands were learnt. These were learnt through repetition. Sonny also had to get over his own inhibitions, and learn to give the command, and then carry out the required reply to Bog. This meant learning commands such as "Be Fucked", then actually fucking Bog in front of the pound handlers. The handlers leader was not happy with sonny when he turned up in his skin gear, but with the money Sonny had paid for Bog (over £400,000) he had the right to wear what ever he wanted, although he would not have been invited if they had known he was not a true leather man.

The three months finally went, and Sonny had Bog all to himself. Sonny was happy with Bog, and felt comfortable with him, both as a master and a lover. Bog obeyed him quickly and with pleasure, wanting to please him at all times. He never whimpered when Sonny entered him with his big dick, and took his whole dick into his mouth when sucking him off. As instructed, Sonny always fucked him "Doggy" style, as the stumpy tail, and the way the dog harness had altered Bog's stance, hindered any other form of sex. Sonny was glad he no longer had to go back to the pound with Bog, as even though Bog did not resist, Sonny felt fear in Bog every time they entered the tunnel leading into the complex.

Bog had settled into the house well. Once a week, Sonny allowed Bog to sleep on his bed with him, after they had had sex. Sonny loved having sex with Bog. The sex was different, leaving no emotional tie. It was purely sex. Bog too had no emotional tie with Sonny, except to please his master. Sonny treated Bog exactly like a dog, and no more. He did not waver in his feelings, keeping to his original thoughts of purely a companion and sex slave. Kissing and petting was not part of their sexual lovemaking. Sonny kept sex purely as that. Sex. He fucked Bog every night before returning him to his kennel, and settling him down for the night. He allowed Bog to suck him off most days, sometimes more than once, depending on his mood. If Sonny stayed at the house on Saturday night, he would allow Bog to sleep on the bed with him, but on top of the bed, never under the cover. Bog would snuggle into him, and Sonny loved the feel of his body curled up in his, even though the quilt was between them.

On at least 2 weekends a month, Sonny would go up to London to see Scar and Psycho. Sonny had an apartment block in the East End, and had kept a flat for himself. It was a little run down, but a skinhead was not expected to have a palace, and the flat suited him fine. It was sparsely furnished with second hand furniture, lino floors, and a couple of scatter rugs. When skinheads partied, it was easier to clean up lino than carpet, hence the sparse look to the flat. This was Sonny's skinhead pad. This is where he brought his skinhead mates, his squaddy brothers, and skinhead lovers. This was the real Sonny: vibrant, rough, his West Indian roots coming forth in the music and culture of the skins. The building was also leased by other skins, and Sonny had refused several redevelopment offers, to keep this building for his skinhead brothers. Sonny had not used this flat for some time, as he remained in Sussex while Fredrik was ill. Now he was back, and John had come up last week and given the flat a good clean. Sonny trusted John implicitly. John knew all his secrets and had kept them well. John was not a gossiper, and Sonny knew he could rely on John to see and not tell. Sonny knew John was gay, but he and John had never ever discussed it, not ever had the urge to have sex.

John looked after Bog while Sonny was away. He knew all the commands both voice and hand, and often practiced with Bog when he had time during the day. Bog liked John, and often followed him round during the day while he worked, lying next to him when he was weeding the garden. Although John knew all the commands, he had never used them all. Sonny was away this weekend, and John stayed at the house that night. He had a room at the back of the house on the ground floor near the kitchen. It had it's own small bathroom. It was a cold night, and John felt sorry for Bog. He decided to allow Bog into the house and to sleep on the bed with him. But lust got the better of John. He had wanted to fuck Bog ever since he had arrived home with Sonny. He decided to try out some of the commands, and started with the "Suck" command. Bog liked John, and saw no problem with carrying out this command, and with John naked on the bed, went over to him, and started to sniff his cock and crutch. He then took John's cock in his mouth, and gently started to lick it. His tongue moved over the silky skin, caressing it gently, as it firmed in his mouth. It grew and Bog moved his tongue down to include John's balls and sac. John could not believe the sensual feeling of Bog's tongue on his cock. He was so smooth and tender. H started to move his cock in and out of Bog's snout, using him as a woman, and his desires grew and grew, till he could hold his orgasm no longer, and blew his load into Bog's snout. Bog held his mouth over John's cock for a while, letting the blood filled muscle settle and calm before removing his mouth from his cock. John wanted more, and gave the command to roll over for "Fucking". Bog obeyed, and John started to probe Bog's ass. He entered easily, and began to move gently at first, Bog moving his body with John's movements. John was not a man to hold back, and started to pound Bog. John had never learnt to enjoy sex, to prolong orgasm and enjoy its pleasures. John was a 2-minute man, and no longer was he hard than he was finished. But John was satisfied, and lay down content. He fell asleep, with Bog curled up into him.

The phone rang, and John awoke with a start. He looked at the clock. It was 5am, and the sun was not up yet. He was cold, and pulled a blanket around himself, and reached for the phone. It was Scar. Sonny had passed away in his sleep last night. John was to come up to London immediately, and meet Scar at Sonny's flat. Tears welled up in John's eyes, and he sat on the edge of the bed weeping. Bog could sense sadness, but could not know what had happened. He edged near to John, and started to nuzzle him. John patted him, then got up, and started to dress. He took Bog out to the garden to let him piss and shit while he made his breakfast. He then took the food and water to the kennel, and while Bog woofed the food down; John locked the kennel, and headed for the garage. He decided to take the estate car rather than the Rolls, and arrived in London at about 8.30am. Scar was waiting for him. "What took you so long." He was angry and impatient. "I had to fix up Bog first before I could leave." John said quickly. John had met Scar a couple of times, but was scared of him, and was afraid of Psycho, who was also at the flat. John did not like nor trust skinheads. "You have to take Sonny back to his house in Sussex, place him in his bed, and then call the Police. You got that?" Scar was sharp and angry. "Why? Can't we call them here?" "Hell no, they would arrest every guy in the block. Too much stuff lying around to have the pigs snooping around the place." Psycho agreed, and stood over John. "Be a good lad and do as you are told, before I get nasty." John decided not to argue, and they carried sonny out to the car. Sonny was placed in the back lying down, and John went back to the flat. "All the gear will be disposed of by end of today. You need not come back here. Now scat, and do as I said." John went back to the estate car, and drove back to the house. There, he had trouble lifting Sonny out and up to the bedroom, and he was exhausted when he finally put Sonny to bed. He made sure he had his good pyjamas on, and made him look as normal as possible. He then put the car away, and called the police. It was after 3pm when they arrived.

The police asked many questions, and the one they kept coming back to, was why had they not been called earlier. John tried to say that he was the gardener, and seldom went inside the house. They were stunned when they found Bog. Questions to John on Bog were difficult to answer, as he committed a crime knowing of the slavery and not informing police. This alone placed him in custody. Bog was taken to a psychiatric hospital, and was the first case of its type ever seen. The newspapers had a field day with headlines "Slavery Alive and Flourishing in Sussex" They painted a grim scene of floggings and debauchery, gay orgies and prostitution. They quoted experts and snitches, all giving their expert opinions on what and how this could be allowed to flourish. John was charged with deprivation of liberty, kidnapping, grievous bodily harm and numerous buggery charges. His gay life was now well and truly out in the open, and his wife was openly shocked and dismayed, saying she had no idea she was married to a gay Frankenstein. But inwardly she laughed, as she was now free of John, and he would die in jail. She could now justify a quick divorce.