Career Path -- Part 5

Part 5

When Spike heard "Heel! Two!" he immediately jumped out of the car and walked at Barry's right side along Myra Avenue. He felt the cool of the evening through his rubber, but as they walked he felt the rubber warming him, even as it made him feel secure and protected. Barry walked with the determination and turned into the back entrance to The Eagle, with Spike at his side.

Barry walked directly to the bar, ordered two beers and asked if he could borrow one of the bowls normally used for popcorn in the bar. He then walked to a strategically dark corner of the bar, put the bowl down, poured some beer into it. "Four!" Spike was on all fours. "Good boy!" Barry said. "Stay!" Spike settled into the corner at Barry's boots!

Neither Barry nor any of the other four owners of Mongrel Inc. were steady bar goers, but they came into the Eagle often enough, they usually found people there they knew. Tonight, though, was different. They had an appointment -- a business appointment.

Rick and Jerry soon showed up. As they approached, Spike perked up. They each rubbed his head and he licked their hands. "Hey Spike! Good boy!"

"Have you seen him yet?" Rick asked Barry. "Naw, he said 10:30. It's still early."

"How'd Spike do with the next part of his training?" Asked Jerry.

"Very well. Watch!"

"Two!"

Spike immediately rose to two legs. Barry took off Spike's rubber mitts. "Boy, fetch me another beer and get one for Rick and Jerry." He handed Spike the now-empty bottle so the bar tender would know what he needed. Spike went to the bar as ordered.

"And how did he do with the script on how to satisfy a man's cock?" Barry smiled smugly. "As well as he is doing with all of the other scripts!" The three of them laughed out loud.

Spike returned with the beers. 'Four!" "Stay" Spike was back to the ground in the corner at the boot. Barry stroked his rubbered head. "Good boy". Spike whimpered with pleasure.

As the three talked to pass the time, an old friend of Rick's walked over. "Hey Rick! How's it going?"

"Jeremy! Good to see you! You know Barry and Jerry, don'
T you?" They all shook hands. "And this is Spike. Spike, say hello to Jeremy."

Spike crawled from his place, sniffed Jeremy's boots and chaps. "Just put you hand in front of his face and he'll give you a proper welcome," Rick said.

"Jeremy put his hand down. Spike sniffed it, then licked it. Jeremy rubbed his head.

"Need a beer, Jeremy?" "That would be great!"

"Two!" Rick commended. Spike was up on his two feet. "Get Jeremy a beer." Rick handed Spike the cash and Spike went over, coming back with a beer in hand. "Good boy! Four! Stay!" Spike was back in his corner.

As the three men spoke, Spike lay in the corner, sometimes getting up to drink from his bowl, sometimes a quick lick of Barry's boots. He was content. He was where he was supposed to be.

"Well, I am going to walk around and see if I can find Steve and Tom. They were supposed to join us. They probably have gotten distracted by some young stud and can't pull themselves away. I hope Greg gets here soon. I want to coordinate all of this and get going with it.

Barry reached down, rubbed Spike's head and said firmly "Stay!" And with that, Barry, Jerry, Rick and Jeremy began to wander around the bar.

As he was told to do, Spike stayed in the corner. Sometimes he laid his head on the floor. Then all he saw was boots -- boots everywhere. Wescos, Redwings, Doc Martens. All kinds of leather boot! Harness, engineers, linemen's. Boots walking past him. Boots standing near him. Boots. Boots. Boots. He found his mouth began to water. He wanted to scamper over, sniff those boots, lick those boots, taste those boots. But he was told to stay. And so he did.

After a few minutes a pair of boots walked towards him. He felt an excitement inside, thinking these may come close enough for him to sniff, lick, taste. As the boots stopped in front of him, a man squatted down. "Good dog!" he said. And rubbed Spikes head. He put his hand in front of Spike for Spike to sniff. He did. The man seemed safe and Spike licked his hand. "Good boy! You must be Spike! Such a good dog! That's it boy. Lick all You want. Good boy." The man let Spike lick one hand and he petted Spike with long strokes down Spikes back with the other. "Good boy! That's a good boy!" Spike liked this man.

As the man was dong this, Barry had found the other three owners of Mongrel Inc. and were walking back to Spike. "Greg! You got here! And I see you've met Spike!" Greg rose from his squatting position with Spike and shook hands with the other four men.

"Yep! Walked in a few minutes ago. Sorry I'm late. I had to park blocks away and it was a long line getting in. So, this is your new employee. The one you need the training for?"

Rick replied "Yea. He's taken well to the initial training on the computer and seems ready to be turned over to your qualified hands to completely alter him. Wanna see him do his tricks?"

Greg was indeed eager to see how Spike was doing. Rick ordered "Two!" Spike immediately stood up to full height. Rick handed him some money "Get Greg a beer"

Spike immediately did as he was told. When he got back, he handed the beer to Greg. "Four!" Spike was back on the floor. Greg petted his back and side. "Good boy". Spike felt good.

"You guys are sure you want to do this, right?" Greg asked. "Sure as hell do" answered Steve. "You understand once I am done, the possibility of Spike having any sort of normal life again is almost nil." "Yep!" they all answered.

"OK, let me see some more."

"Two!" Spike was at full height. "Derek!" I'd like you to meet Greg." Derek shook his head as if getting rid of confusion. He held out his hand to shake Greg's. "How are you, Greg? Nice to meet you."

"Good to meet you too, Derek. I understand you are working for these guys now. How is the job?"

"I love it. I'm not just saying that because they are here. I have learned a lot. I am finally getting to where I think I might be able to contribute something and not just sit at a computer all day. I have to say, if I had known I was going to enjoy my job this much, I would have left school early and come to work for these guys!"

They all laughed.

"Think you found a good career path then, Derek?" Greg asked.

"Yea. If these guys'll keep me around."

"Good to hear, Spike", Greg said. "Four!"

Spike was back on the floor. "Good boy!" Greg said, patting Spike on the head.

Greg turned to Barry -- "And the other thing?"

"He's begun to learn that as well. Wanna test him?"

"Fuckin' A" Greg said firmly.

The five men turned towards Spike, ad moved in towards him, to provide a sort of wall from the rest of the bar for discretion. Spike rose on his haunches as all five pulled their cocks out of their pants and began to stroke them. Greg looked down at Spike "Lick!" Spike immediately moved to Greg, sniffed his cock and started to lick. He lapped the balls with long, wet slurps. He licked up the shaft and down the shaft. He licked back up, twirled his tongue on the tip, pushing it slightly into the slit, tasting the precum. He continued went back to the balls. More long wet laps. Then up and down the shaft again, the tip again, the balls again.

Greg's eyes were closed and his head back as he felt each lick each lap. As he knew he was getting close to exploding, he stepped back from Spike, started to jack himself off and finally burst his seed into his hand. When he had regained his composure. He held his hand out to Spike, who promptly lapped the cum out of the hand.

As he finished cleaning Greg's hand Spike heard "Lick!" Tom this time. Spike turned his attention to Tom. Up and down the hard cock, tasting the precum at the top. Licking and slobbering over the balls. Lapping them, lapping the cock, licking the slit, tasting the precum. When Tom was close, he pulled back -- and like Greg, shot his load into his hand. Spike gobbled it up when the hand was offered to him.

"Lick!" Steve this time. Again, Spike orally massaged and lapped and slobbered over another dick. And again, Spike was fed the rewards of his work.

Then it was Barry's turn and finally Rick's. Spike did as he had been taught to do with each one. And with each, he was rewarded with a palm full of cum. When he was finished, they all rubbed him, petted him, stroked him. Good dog!" he heard over and over again. Spike did not think he had ever felt so good.

"Alright, then," Greg said. "You guys have gotten him this far. My turn. I am flying back tomorrow. Can he be in Montana the day after?"

"No problem. We'll tell him he is going on a business trip for more intensive training. Have him come to work with a packed suitcase, then one of us will get him to the airport and on the plane. You can meet him there. How long do you think it will take?"

"Depending on his aptitude, two months at least. Probably longer. To get a human being to shift easily and smoothly from human to dog, back to human -- and to train him in all of the fine arts of service -- it takes a long time. Geisha's take years. This is not quite as high an art form as a geisha, but is it pretty damned extensive."

"That's what we want" Barry said, "He will get a far higher price if he is fully and completely trained than he would if we only do a half-assed job!"

"Excellent!" said Greg. "Then I'll expect an email from you tomorrow with all of the arrangements and I'll pick him up at the airport when he arrives."

With that, they all shook hands and Greg left.

"We should get going as well, fellas", said Tom. "Work tomorrow! One more day before the weekend."

"Two! Heel!" The four Owners and the dog walked out, with Spike at Barry's right side.

Barry drove Spike back to his house. He took the rubber off of him, bathed him in the bathtub and led him by the leash to his room. "Hop into bed, Spike, and get a good night's sleep. You have lots of work ahead of you!"

Spike climbed into the dog bed, sniffed it, turned around three times and laid down, his head facing Barry. Barry leaned down, petting and stroking Spike's head. "You were a real good boy tonight Spike. A damned good boy! You made us all very happy! Good boy! Good dog!"

With that, Barry inserted an audio CD into the computer, turned it on low so Spike could hear it in the background but still sleep. He walked to the door, turned off the light. "Good night Spike. Good boy!"