One Year. Part 5

Mr Franks walked out of the Kitchen leaving Mark on his own again. He crawled round so he was facing toward the door, but he heard the footsteps dissapearing up the stairs. Again he was left on his own, in a cage. The only difference now was that his collar was clinking with every movement he made. He put a hand to his neck and tried to hold the thing or things dangling there but stopped himself as he started reaching as he realised that his hand was still encased by the paw shape and he couldn't grasp it. This was so frustrating. Maybe this was part of the proccess. Maybe this was designed to get him used to being alone. Or maybe, Mark thought, it was a way of making him crave the company and attention of Mr Franks and the other man, who he still didn't know the name of. Well, whatever happend, thought Mark, it was going to be a long time till he got used to his new life.

Mark laid down and tried to sleep. As he did so, the things on his collar clinked about and as he layed down there was a noise of something metal tapping something plastic, probably the tags on his dog bed he decided.

DAMN! He kept doing it. He kept thinking of it as HIS collar and HIS dog bed and HIS cage. He had to stop it. All this dogginess, with his new doggy name, was getting stupid. Mark squeezed his eyes closed and willed himself to go to sleep. The sleep didn't come. It was just too strange wearing the stuff for the experiment, laying in a basket in a cage, and the constant clinking of his dog tags. Aaarg! HIS dog tags! What next?!

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Mark had to wait a few hours before he found out. It was into the evening before Mr Franks and the man returned. As soon as he heard them on the stairs, Mark shot up to all fours and had his nose to the bars of the crate, wagging a tail that wasn't there. He couldn't wait to get out and stretch, have a good crawl about and he was starting to think about going to the loo. Mr Franks came in and smiled at him, coming over to the crate and unlocking it. Mark darted out again and knelt up, putting his hands on Mr Franks waist. Mr Franks pushed him down onto all fours again and, holding his collar, reached for the leash on the nail. Mark was leashed and looked up at Mr Franks, who smiled down at him. Mark looked at the other man who returned the look, but didn't smile down at him as Mr Franks had done. Mark didn't think too much of it, but started to wonder if he had done something wrong. He didn't think too long as Mr Franks patted his leg and started leading Mark through the house to the front door. Again, Mark braced himself for going outside and hoping that he wasn't seen. The front door opened and they went outside, Mark being lead by Mr Franks and the man walking behind. They got to the car and Mark braced himself as the back door was opened and he was lifted again into the rear. The cage door was opened and he crawled into the cage. Mr Franks reached in and unclipped his leash, closed the door and slid the bolts into place.

The car started and Mark kept his head down in the cage. All the movements he was making now were causing a little clink as he moved his head and he wished it wasn’t so obvious when he moved. He could now feel the discs on his collar resting on his arm through the suit and he wished he could see them properly. This journey wasn’t quite so long and mark could see above him through the crate bars and the back window that they were entering a wooded area. The car stopped and Mr Franks and the man got out.

When the back of the car was opened Mark saw they were at the side of a small road in quite a dense wood. His crate was opened and Mr Franks reached in with both hands, one taking hold of Marks collar and the other holding the leash and clipping it onto the D-ring on his harness. Mr Franks stood back and then said,

‘Come on Hardy, out you jump pup!’

Mark didn’t know what to do. Was he supposed to be jumping out of the back of the car, while staying on all fours?! How could he do that with out the possibility of hurting himself? Surely they would allow him to get out normally, or help him down. Mark looked up at Mr Franks. From the look he was getting back, that was obviously not the case. He looked down at his paws. No his hands, Mark thought. He shuffled forward slightly and looked down at the ground. It wasn’t too far. Maybe he could do it if he really tried to angle himself the right way. That never happened as he felt someone take hold of his collar and start pulling him out and downwards. Mark lunged toward the floor and his hands quickly hit the ground. He tried to take his weight and control his fall, managing to stay on all fours somehow.
As soon as he was on the floor, he felt hands on his head and over his body, stroking and patting him, and heard Mr Franks voice saying ‘Good boy, well done pup, that was great, well done puppy dog! You’re such a clever boy, good boy Hardy.’ All in a cooing baby voice, just like he was talking to a real dog. Mark looked up. Even the other man was patting him a bit. So he must have done well. Mark felt a bit silly, but pleased that he had impressed them, even if one of them had literally pulled him out of the car. Mark grinned underneath the hood. He would have to get better at that!

Then the absurdity hit him. He was on all fours, in a skin tight suit, in the middle of a wood, being petted like a dog by two grown men who were pleased with him because he had got out of a car!

He didn’t have time to dwell on it as Mr Franks said,

‘Right, come on Jeff,’ and started walking. Mark quickly started crawling forward, staying close to Mr Franks. He realised that he had just heard the other mans name but didn’t have time to think about it as he was just trying to keep up with the two men walking. He knew they were going at a slightly slower pace than usual, but it was still hard trying to crawl and keep up. Mark felt relieved that the suit had the pads on his knees and on his fists as the floor in the wood was covered in leaves and branches, and the pads stopped Mark from feeling most of the discomfort.

As he was walking, he felt the chain leash that was attached to his back somewhere hanging down his side before the slack was carried by Mr Franks. It wasn’t bad but mark realised that Mr franks must only be holding the handle and letting the leash droop, just like a real dog would have. Occasionally Mark would start to fall behind and the chain would drag up his body and he would have to put an extra boost of speed in to catch up. At the same time, all the movements he was making were causing his new tags to jump and clink around, making a never ending clink-clink-clink as they walked. Mark also realized that, again, all the walking was causing his penis to rub inside his sheath and he could feel himself getting aroused. He felt stupid, but again he could do nothing about it and just had to keep crawling along by the two men.

After a while, Mark found a style of moving that he could cope with. It was a bit like a trot, and he had to bounce a bit to keep the rhythm , but he was able to keep up with Mr Franks and Jeff. The only problem was that he was really rubbing his penis inside his sheath, and he was getting more and more erect. Mark didn’t quite know what to do. Eventually they would stop and he would have to worry about it then. Until that time, he kept trotting along, and the bouncing was sending the clinking crazy!

And then the time came. They came to a small clearing and the two men stopped. Mark stopped and hoped they wouldn’t see that his cock was rock hard. They had been talking to each other over the top of Mark and he had been too preoccupied to hear what they were saying. Now they stopped, and stopped talking too. He looked up at them, breathlessly sucking air in and out, in a very similar way that a dog would Mark realised ironically.

Mr Franks looked down at him and said

‘Well, its time to go to the loo boy, off you go.’

Mark was a bit unsure of what to make of it. He knew he did need to go, and that it was both sides that he needed. He waited, not certain about what to do or where to look. It was Jeff that eventually pointed to a tree and said

‘There, cock your leg and take a leak.’

Mark, was aware that this was his time and he needed to go. He couldn’t hold it all in and eventually he was going to have to do his business. He crawled over to the tree, feeling the weight of the leash hanging from his back. He blushed as he got close, not wanting the two of them to see that he was nearly fully erect. He looked back at them, but they were just watching him. He moved alongside the tree and lifted his left leg up. He knew that they must have seen his penis sticking out and he felt humiliated. Slowly he released the knotted feeling in his groin that had been keeping his full bladder in and slowly, but quickly building to a strong jet, he started peeing against the tree base. Oddly, having the erection angled the stream away from him. It was still pointing further up his body, but the way he had managed to angle himself meant that he wasn’t getting covered in piss! That was a relief.

After a moment, he finished. Relieved he lowered his leg, carefully avoiding the pool of liquid, and turned to face the two men again. They looked at him, and he knew that they would wait for him. This was almost like a breaking in time Mark realised. This was the time that they had decided to get this out the way and for him to learn the way to do the basics. He felt like a little puppy being house trained almost.

Well maybe not that much of a ‘little’ puppy.

Mark squatted down, attempting to hover a bit above the ground, by leaning back slightly. As he did so, his bowels opened and he started to dump on the ground. Now this was humiliating. He could feel the eyes of the two men watching him and he felt his face burn red. He emptied himself in a pile on the ground and, once he was finished, slowly crawled away, head down, not able to meet either mans eyes. Mr Franks walked over and patted him on the head. It didn’t help much, but it was nice. Mark didn’t feel quite so embarrassed, only stupid. He then felt something cold and wet slide up between his cheeks and realised that Mr Franks had just made sure he was wiped clean. Mark didn’t know if he would ever get used to this.

Before he could start feeling any worse, he felt the leash tighten and his harness was pulling his body up and forward. He had no choice but to start trotting again. They walked a short distance this time and Mark found he was back by the car. Still not really able to look at either of the men he silently crawled to the back of the car and waited for the back to open. Jeff opened the back and swung the door open. The crate was opened and Mark waited to be lifted. It didn’t come. He glanced up nervously and saw that they were waiting for him to get in himself. Mark understood that he was now being trained to act as a dog by the two men. He put his paws on the bumper of the car and pushed his back legs, springing into the cage. He waited for the leash to be unclipped from his harness and then laid down. The cage door didn’t close straight away so Mark looked up, into Mr Franks eyes.

‘Good boy Hardy’

And the door was closed and bolted. The car door was shut and the car started away.

To be continued...