New Life - part 1

New Life
Part 1

Pete knew it probably wasn’t the greatest idea, but his cock was throbbing and the woods were close. There was bound to be at least one man there with a cock which needed sucking. Maybe more. He almost broke into a jog as soon as he had locked the front door. It didn’t take that long to find the almost-hidden path in the woods which lead to a well-known cruising area.
Pete stopped and looked around, disappointed not to see anyone standing in the ‘waiting area’, as the largest clearing was known. He ambled down one of the paths which lead from the waiting area deeper into this patch of woods, his cock crying out for something to happen.
He sensed, rather than heard, the man behind him. It was as if sound and light were drained away by him, leaving him as the only possible focus of attention. Pete turned and grinned to himself. The man was talk, dark and well-built. The sort of man who pushed all his buttons.
“Hi,” Pete said, with a smile.
The man didn’t say a word. Just unzipped his trousers, lowered them and the top of his boxers to free his large, veined cock. All the while just staring at Pete.
“Like that, eh?” thought Pete. He’d met the silent type before. Usually just wanting a quick bit of action before hurrying back to their wives. Only there was something different, something unsettling about the man’s stare. For a moment, Pete thought about walking away, but his own cock tented his briefs as his gaze dropped to the stranger’s cock. Mentally, he shrugged. He approached the man and dropped to his knees, licking a few times at the head of the man’s cock, before taking its length into his mouth and beginning to enjoy giving it his full attention. He was vaguely aware of the man’s hands: one on his shoulder, one at the back of his head, holding him tight. Pete reached down with one hand, unfastened his own clothing and began to wank himself off to the same rhythm that the stranger was beginning to adopt as he started to face-fuck Pete.
This was exactly what he had gone looking for!
The man’s cock suddenly erupted in a fountain of jism. Pete continued to suck at the cock, aware only of it and his own coming orgasm. He felt the moment build and then his cock also let forth a torrent of cum.
As it did so, he felt a thick metal collar click into place round his neck.
“What the hell?” he said, or rather tried to. As soon as the first sound started to form, a jolt of agony shot through his body, throwing him away from the stranger.
He pulled himself onto his knees and tried again.
“Wh-” Again, the pain shot through his body and he again fell to one side, panting heavily.
The man approached and looked down at him.
“The sensor is activated by the slightest sound. I wouldn’t try it again.”
Pete glared up at him. What was this man trying to do? Gathering his strength, he shot to his feet and launched himself at the man. The man effortlessly caught his right hand and then his left as both arms swung at him. Pete instinctively brought his foot up hard between the man’s legs. The stranger doubled over and Pete ran. He got only a few yards however, before his whole body burnt with agony. Much stronger than the last time. And for much longer. He tried to keep running, but slowly collapsed to the floor, curling into a foetal position, trying to protect himself from the pain. After an eternity, it stopped and the man approached, a strained look on his face.
“Okay. I give you that one. A good defence. Sadly for you, the collar also has a control box.” He held a small box out to show Pete, holding it far enough away that Pete’s desperate attempt to flail for it missed by some margin. The man stabbed the middle button and pain flooded Pete’s body again. Not as bad as the previous burst, but still enough to leave him lying there, gasping.
“You are either very spirited or extremely stupid. The former I can admire, even if I have to break it. But the latter…” The man shook his head. “Wanton stupidity is something I can’t abide. That was the middle setting. And you’ve had a taste of the other two settings. I hope you’re intelligent enough to avoid me having to demonstrate that I can and will use them.”
Pete lay there, still panting and his mind racing through possibilities of escape, while wondering what this man wanted from him.
“Up.” The man waited for Pete to pull himself to his feet. “Take your clothes off.”
Pete stood there, refusing to give in.
“Stubborn, eh?”
The stranger jabbed the top button and Pete felt the quick jolt of agony course through his body again. He started to tremble. The man stood watching him, his finger hovering, beginning to descend to the middle button. Pete decided he just wanted to avoid any more pain and quickly shed his clothes, stopping when he was just in his underwear.
“All your clothes.”
Pete opened his mouth to protest and then slumped, peeling off his briefs and adding them to the pile of clothes. His hands instinctively moved to shield his cock and balls. The man shook his head.
“I’ve seen them already. Nothing to write home about.” He paused. “And they’re mine. Uncover them. Hands by your sides.”
Pete’s hands slowly moved to his sides, his face flushing.
“Good. You’re starting to learn. That’s a good trait.”
The man walked round him slowly, looking up and down intently. Then he moved in closer, idly flicking Pete’s nipples and grabbing his cock and balls. He walked behind Pete again, his finger tracing a line down the middle of Pete’s back and down into his arse crack. Pete stood motionless, his face scarlet, as the man’s finger traced round his pucker, before pushing inside for a moment.
“Hmmm… nice and tight.” The man pulled the finger out and brought it close to Pete’s face. Pete hesitated for a moment and then opened his mouth to accept the finger and lick it clean. He tried hard not to gag at the taste, but still managed to grimace.
“You’ll get used to it. But well done for making no fuss. You’re making a good start… Now. Down on your hands and knees.”
Pete slowly descended, wondering what on earth was going on.
The man squatted down in front of him.
“You’ll do. Not perfect. But I think I can make use of you.”
Pete’s brow furrowed.
“Yes, I haven’t told you, have I? You’re going to be my new dog.”
Pete nearly shouted, rising to his feet rapidly before the man stabbed the bottom button and he fell to the floor, desperate to stop the pain. Tears rolled down his cheeks.
“Stupid. Very stupid. And I thought you were learning.”
The pain stopped.
“On your hands and knees… NOW!”
Pete, still trembling, did his very best to scramble up into position. The man swatted him on the arse.
“Better… No arguing. No stupidity. I like your spirit. And I can use your intelligence, if you show it to me.” The man leaned in close. “But realise now that my decision is final. That there is no escape. Just a new life at my side as my dog.”
Pete stared with hatred at the man, not daring to move or make a sound.
“I will teach you. Mould you. But not here. It’s too public.”
Yes, thought, Pete. Public. Someone will come along and see this. And save me.
“I’m going to take you home. But I don’t want any dog of mine stinking up the truck. Do your business.”
Pete stared in horror and disbelief at him. Did he really mean pissing like a dog? The man started at him intently. Pete saw the man’s finger move towards the middle button and he scampered as best as he could manage to the nearest tree. After glancing back over his shoulder, he decided that the only choice for now was to obey, so he cocked his leg, his face again scarlet. After a second’s pause, when he fully expected to feel the jolt of pain again, a jet of piss shot out of his cock and splashed against the tree. In spite of himself, Pete felt a moment of pleasure that he could do it. He finished and looked over at the man. The look on the man’s face told him he would have to shit too. He crouched back as much as he could manage and strained to squeeze out some shit, his eyes screwed up as he tried to hide himself away from the indignity and shame of what he was doing.
“Smell it.”
Pete looked at the man and a tear trickled down his cheek. With that damn pain collar, he couldn’t see a way to disobey or to escape. Slowly, reluctantly, he turned and sniffed around the small pile of shit before turning back to the man… his master, he now realised.
His master strode forward and attached a leash to his collar.
“Heel.”
Pete did the best he could to scamper after the man, who strode off at some speed. He tried not to make a sound as twigs and stones dug into his hands and knees. He started to look around. Was there a way out? Someone who could help him?
They came out onto a wider path away from the cruising ground. And Pete realised that anyone who did see him would see him naked and shackled like a dog. Still, it gave him hope of rescue.
They turned into the car park, as a man approached them, whistling. He stopped as he saw them and gave them a puzzled stare.
“Ummm… is everything all right here? You’ve got to admit this is a bit odd.”
The master seemed unfazed.
“I’m so sorry if we’ve disturbed you. It was a silly little thing. It all came out of a bet. We’re off home now.”
The man looked from the master to Pete.
“Is that right?”
Out of the man’s line of vision, the master held the control box. Pete could see his finger very gently resting against the bottom button. He nodded at the man.
“Oh. Okay… Well, I’d suggest you keep these sorts of bets more private. Goodness knows who could have seen you.”
And with that the man was off.
The master squatted on his haunches and ruffled Pete’s hair.
“Good boy!”
Pete glared at him, wondering why he hadn’t risked the pain for the hope of escape. An odd corner of him was beginning to feel quite comfortable with what was happening.
His master led him to a big truck, opening the back to reveal a large cage. The master lifted Pete into the cage, produced a large padlock and locked it. He closed the back door of the truck and made his way to the driver’s seat.
As the truck pulled out of the car park, Pete watched the scenery pass, wondering where the master was taking him and why he didn’t feel as worried about it as he should.

End of part 1