Birth of a hunting dog Part 2

My lips were swollen where he smacked me with his hand.

"Dogs do not speak human," he yelled. "You are a dog, an animal, not a human being."

I tried my best to be defiant. I told him that the police would eventually come looking for me, that they probably were already looking. I knew my friends had to have told him about the man.

I also had welts on my ass. Dogs don't walk on two legs, either, he told me as he took a belt to me quite a few times until I complied and remained on all fours.

Most of the time, I just laid on the ground. I didn't go to the food bowl when he brought dog food down. I didn't go to the water bowl. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

But I couldn't entirely just lay there. I rolled and moved when a dog named "Joe" tried to lick my welts. I would have stayed on the ground all night, but it began to get a little cool. I noticed my naked body had goosebumps. So I slowly crawled inside the dog house.

The three dogs I shared the pen with were already inside, laying down at three of the corners of the house. It stank. It was dirty. But I plopped down on the torn, worn carpet that covered the ground.

All three dogs got up and came over the plopped down beside me. Even though the odor was bad, and I began to feel some of their fleas, I appreciated the warmth coming from their hairy bodies next to my almost hairless one.

I found myself scratching some as fleas infiltrated my pubic hair around my cock, climbed into the cracks of my ass and other places that were hard to get to. But I eventually fell asleep.

It was a hard sleep. It didn't last long. It seemed like the crack of down when the man came to the pen with fresh bowls of dogfood. He also brought a fresh bowl of water.

Still, I refused, even though walking on all fours brought a pat from the man.

"I'm going to break you, Bullet," he said in giving me a dog's name. "I'm going to make you a hunting dog, a good loyal hunting dog."

I said nothing and didn't give him any signs of emotion. But my being on all fours brought a smile to his face. I complied when he attached a leash on my collar and walked me out of the pen, where Duke and other dogs were allowed to roam.

"One of these days, I'll let you roam the premises, just like them," he said. "But you've got to win my trust."

I thought in my mind I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. But I found myself giving in a little bit when the call of nature became to strong. I had to take a shit and did so the way I'd seen dogs do before.

"Good boy," the man said, patting me on the head. I drug my ass on the ground to try to wipe as best I could. I also did that to scratch for fleas.

My three companions were waiting when the man returned me to the pen. I hoped someone would find me, but did my best to comply.

I hoped also that he would come to his senses. But he only laughed as I mimicked dog-like behavior without really sinking.

"You are right where you are, Bullet," he said. "You are home. Might as well get used to it."