Once upon a time part 3

Chapter 3.

I went in for breakfast in the morning - wearing my shorts again - and was greeted with a hug and a kiss. I wasn't sure if I should sit at the table or not, but Master pulled a chair out and said with a smile

"For now you are a guest".

After a swim, we went to the locked room - an odd room with a thick resilient covering on the floor. Master told me that it was designed for children's playgrounds and made from old car tyres, so it was the perfect flooring for his gym. There was a treadmill in the corner and a rack of weights, and Master explained that he worked out here every day and that he would teach me how to use the equipment. The only light in the room came from a high window over the double door at the far end, and Master threw the doors open to give more light and air. Outside was a walled yard, floored with the same material, so that room and yard seemed to be like one large room.

Working with weights is hard, and even though Master made me use very light weights I soon felt exhausted, so we stopped and used the shower in the corner of the room. He told me not to get dressed, that the yard was totally private and that I should rest there and start on my suntan whilst he did some work. I noticed that there was strong netting across the top of the yard, but I assumed it was to keep out any wild creatures from the woods.

After lunch, Master had more work to do, so he set me a very simple workout pattern and told me to rest in the yard again. It was wonderfully relaxing to lie there in the sun, and it was only then as I relaxed that I realised just how tired I had been.

That night, dinner was different. First of all I noticed that only one place was set at the table, and then that there was a plastic sheet across a corner of the floor.

"Jon, if we are to go ahead, and I hope we shall because even in this short time I have come to love your innocence, there are things you will have to learn, so tonight I want you to eat from a dog bowl. You can be sure of this. I will never ask you to eat anything I wouldn't, never."

I was so overcome by his use of the word "love" that I couldn't help myself. I kissed his hands and then his face.

"Puppies lick, not kiss. Down, boy, now."

He began to serve dinner, putting one portion on his plate and another into a blender. He chopped the blender portion coarsely, placed it in a dog bowl and put it on the mat.

"You'll have to learn this and at first it may be messy. You'll have to use lips and tongue if you aren't going to make a mess"

It was hard to do. Because all the elements of dinner were mixed together it didn't taste as I expected, but I did my best, with regular drinks from the bowl of water alongside my bowl, and I managed to eat it all. Master sat at the table and watched.

"Good boy. Here, you can lick this" and he put his plate down in front of me.

"Now Jon, humans need things in their diet that dogs don't, so here's a treat."

He chopped an apple into pieces and threw them into my bowl. I ate them with pleasure, then tried to wash my face in the water bowl.

You've been good and you deserve a reward" Master said. "What would you like?"

"Please sir, I've read on the net about anal intercourse. Will you show me how it is done, please?"

"You mean you want me to fuck your ass?"

"Please sir"

"Then say it. Fuck is a good old English word for a wonderful activity. Unless you ask properly you don't get it".

I blushed. My parents had taught me never to use such dirty language, but I had no choice.

"Please, Master, will you fuck my ass." I felt as if I should wash out my mouth for using such language.

This time he smiled and told me to go to my room, wash my face, strip, and wait for him to arrive.

I waited what seemed like for ever, then he strode in, a demigod, tall, immensely masculine and handsome beyond anything I had ever thought possible. I loved him totally.

"This will probably hurt. It gets better after the first time as you relax and your ass becomes less tense."

I looked at that huge penis. Could I possibly take that inside? I wanted to but I was scared. Master rubbed something on to his hands, then told me to lie on my front, and he began to massage between my legs, then suddenly he pushed a finger inside. It was strange, but not uncomfortable and it felt good as he moved it around, but those feeling couldn't compare with when he slipped another finger in and started to move both, then a third. I didn't want him to stop, but very soon he pulled his hand away. I felt something press against me where his hand had been.

"Push down as if you are trying to shit" Master said. "It will make it easier".

His penis was slowly pushing me open. It hurt a bit, but I tried to do as he told me and suddenly the pain eased.

"That's the cockhead inside. It will be better now" Master said.

He pushed, gently and firmly, and I felt him moving deeper and deeper inside until he pushed his body against my buttocks. He began to move, in and out, but that first time I can't say that it was wonderful for me because it hurt, though it was so good to feel master inside. With a shudder he came, and after lying there for a few moments he slowly pulled out.

"Well, was it what you expected?"

It hurt a bit" I said. "Will it always hurt?"

Master assured me that it would get better as I learned to relax, and reminded me that all virgins are supposed to find it painful the first time., and that he had said I would have to stretch my ass.

"Did you like eating puppy style?"

"Yes master"

"Then you will eat each meal that way from now on. OK?"

"Yes Master."

And so it was. Lunch that day was the last time I ever sat at a table to eat. It seems strange now, looking back, to think of eating at a table using knives and forks to put the food in my mouth, but then
I thought it was the only way to do things and that a dog bowl was remarkable. Now, I can see it is the only proper way, and I love the feel of my food against my lips and tongue.

Master asked me to return to the kitchen, and said "Sit". I looked for a chair, but he told me that I should sit with my rump on the floor and lean forward, supported by my front legs. I obeyed, thinking how strange it seemed to have my arms referred to in such a way.

"Your hair is dreadful - it was hanging in your dinner. We'll have to cut it. OK?"

He brought out a shaver and started to cut, using one of the guards that meant he cut only to about a quarter inch. I felt that my head was naked, like the rest of me, but then he ordered me to stand in front of him and used the shaver again, cutting my pubic hair to the same length.

Now boy, bed." He told me, and so ended another day .