Career Path -- Part 4

Barry left the private parking area Mongrel Inc had leased so they could have privacy coming and going and turned left onto the street. A few blocks up, he turned right on to Sunset Boulevard, traveling west through the Strip and on into Hollywood. Spike felt the twists and turns, but laid calmly on the back seat as he knew he was to do when being transported by car.

Barry turned left, and began to climb the steep and winding streets of the Hollywood Hills. Once he was into the seclusion of the hills, he pushed the button to lower the passenger side back window. Spike immediately rose on his haunches and leaned towards the open window, hanging out a little, to feel the wind blow across his face. It felt fresh and free. He drooled as the wind dried out his tongue that was hanging out of his mouth.

The car continued up, deep into the Hollywood Hills where there were fewer homes and larger lots. Barry finally turned, waited for the automatic gate to open, and drove onto his property and into the garage. The door closed slowly behind him.

When the car door opened, Spike sprang from the back seat and immediately began to investigate the smells of the garage. Barry clicked the leash on him and led him out into the back yard. "Do what you need to do, pup. Then we go inside." Barry dropped the leash to give Spike free rein to wander. Spike sniffed wandered for a few seconds, sniffing the grass. When he found a spot he liked, he lifted his right leg and pissed. He sniffed the spot again. "Here boy!" Spike immediately came to Barry who picked up the leash and led Spike into the house.

Barry led Spike into the den where he sat in his leather chair, Spike on his haunches facing him. "Pup," started Barry. "Tonight we try your employee indoctrination out in public for the first time. There are things we can do and things we cannot do. You need to learn who you now are and more importantly what you now are -- and when to be one and when to be the other. Lay over there on the floor and watch the computer screen. I am going to take a nap."

As Barry napped, Spike lay on the floor, watching, listening, engrossed, mesmerized, learning, changing, shifting. Eventually, Spike did as the computer told him, found the bed Barry was sleeping in, climbed up, lay down at the foot, and fell asleep as well.

Spike awoke when he felt the bed move as Barry was stirring. As he opened his eyes, he saw that Barry was uncovered, laying on his back, his cock hard and standing tall. Spike scooted between Barry's legs, sniffing the scent of sex coming from between Barry's leg's. As he reached the hard cock, Spike sniffed the crotch, then the balls, then up and down the hard cock. He knew what to do, had been told what to do, had learned what to do.

He began to lap the balls, long wet licks, until the balls were wet and dripping. He then began to lick the cock. Barry moaned, "Good boy!" and Spike knew he was doing what he was supposed to do. Up and down the cock Spikes tongue licked, tasted, massaged. At the top he would wind his tongue around the head, tasting the precum that was oozing out. He would then lick down the other side, only to lick to the top. "Good boy! Good boy! Enough!"

Spike whimpered as the cock was pulled away from him. Barry got out of bed. Come, boy. Heel"

Spike scampered down from the bed and heeled at Barry's right leg as they walked down the hall.

"You are going to get used to the room we are going to, Boy. You will be spending a lot of time there once you move in."

As he said this Barry walked in to a room down the hall from his own. It was sparsely furnished. A large dog bed in one corner. Two bowls in another. One dresser. And, of course, a computer on the floor.

"Here, boy! Into your bed." Spike walked over, sniffed the bed, climbed on it, circled three times and lay down, his head hanging over the edge watching Barry.

Barry walked over to the computer, adjusted it so Spike could see it, turned it on, and inserted a disk.

"You watch this as I shower and get ready to go."

Spike was already immersed in what he was seeing as Barry left, walked down the hall. Spike didn’t even hear the water turn on.

After a few minutes of watching, the computer paused. Spike rose on two feet, walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. From it, he took out a rubber A-shirt and some talcum powder. He powdered his chest, neck and back. He then put on the shirt. After this, he opened the second drawer and took out rubber pants. After he powdered his legs, cock, balls and ass, he slipped on the pants. He adjusted them so the cod piece covered his cock and balls perfectly and the zipper on the ass was aligned with his ass crack.

Opening the bottom drawer, he found tight rubber ballet-style boots. He powdered his feet and pulled the boots on.

Again to the top drawer, he took out a rubber hood. He powdered his head and slipped the hood on, adjusting it so that the eyes, nose and mouth holes were as they should be. He then took out rubber mitts, and slipped them on over his hands.

With this, he went back to the bed, lay down as he was, reached out and touched the computer screen and the computer came back to life. Spike continued watching.

Barry had finished his shower and dressed. Chrome cock ring, leather jock. Tight 501's. He buckled the belt and zipped the leggings of his leather chaps. Put on his 18 inch high Wesco Jobmasters. Pulled on his leather vest, leaving his well-defined pecs and abs exposed. Respectfully put his left armband on. Grabbed his leather hat and walked to Spike's room.

Spike looked up at the sound of Barry coming down the hall. As soon as Barry entered the room, Spike jumped from the bed to Barry's boots. He sniffed them all over and then began to lick them. Barry bent down, rubbed his head. "Good boy!"

Barry turned. "Heel" Spike was immediately at Barry's side as they walked down the hall. Half way down the hall, Barry said "Two." Spike immediately rose to two legs and continued to heel. As they entered the living room, Barry said "Four." Spike dropped to all fours and continued on at Barry's side.

Barry leaned down, rubbed Spike's head. "Good boy, Spike., Good boy! You learned that lesson well. Good boy!"

Spike felt good, knowing he had pleased Barry.

Back in the garage, Spike climbed into the back seat of the car. Barry backed out, put down the back window and spike again pout his head out, but could not feel the wind as he did before because of the rubber. He laid down on the back seat, as he felt the car going down the hill, rounding the corners.

Barry turned left on to Sunset Boulevard, joining the traffic. Within about fifteen minutes, Barry turned the car on to Santa Monica Boulevard and a couple of blocks later saw the bar. "Hmmm…...The Eagle LA?. They must have changed the name. New owners no doubt. Typical fuckin' gay bar! No problem. As long as it remains leather," Barry thought to himself.

He turned left on to Myra and found a parking place within three blocks of the newly christened "Eagle LA".

As he got out of the car, he opened Spikes door. "Two! Heel!.....Good boy!" As he walked to the bar with Spike. on two legs, heeling on his right side, he smiled thinking of the next step in the employee training he and his business partners had planned for their new employee.