Puppy Love Ch. 2 Velma Was No Lesbian.

A dream hit me that night. I was in the woods, hiking down a path when I came to a fork in the road. Just like the Frost poem. Both looked treacherous. One turned into a stream that raged and roared over a cliff into the most picture perfect waterfall. The other was darker, but torches lit the path. Eventually the path turned to a lava pit with what looked like stones sticking up every few feet. It was like a deadly game of Frogger vs. surviving Niagara. I stood for the longest time pondering my decision, when I felt slobbering on my neck.
I opened my eyes and I couldn’t make out my surroundings. Everything was pitch black. I must have been blindfolded in my sleep. I did a mental check of everything on my body. Leather mitts still on my hands, collar locked on, my boots, everything locked together. But something was missing. I tried to shut my mouth, and came to the realization that I still had the ball gag in, and my mouth was sore. I stirred a bit, and pushed my back out. Nothing was there. Puzzlement. I felt for Jonas, but found only blankets, then I heard voices. They were coming closer, so I decided to play possum. Some how I managed not to stir the chains while I laid my head back down.
“Look I just don’t want any funny business going on while I’m at work. Just stick to the list. Do everything on it, nothing more nothing less.” I heard Tobias’s frustration as his voice got louder.
“But sir.”
“Excuse me?”
An awkward silence. Then footsteps. Two pair. Then another silence. This time longer, maybe 3 minutes. The next thing I heard scared me more than anything ever had.
THWACK!
“Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
My skin crawled, and my heart sank a little. I knew what was happening and had no control. I suddenly missed that word until the next
THWACK!
I could go on forever like most stories do, but suffice it to say then end result was 30 minutes, 85 thwacks, and 4 wet traills leaking from the corners of both our eyes.
I knew that staying still was the only option at this point to avoid any more awkward-ness. A door opened. Another shut, and a car screeched in the street about a minute later.
It was just me and Jonas now. I waited for him, and waited some more. I reminded myself that patience was a virtue and I sure as hell wanted to be virtuous. I drifted off to sleep again before he returned.

“Hey Scoobs, I need some help.” I awoke startled.
My eyes darted open; he was kneeling next to me. Naked again. I smiled curiously. My gag was gone. I could see. My fingers worked. Opposable thumbs too. All I had on were my boots and my collar. Wait did I actually just call it “my collar”? I never realized what a heavy sleeper I was. I can’t honestly say how long I just stared into his eyes. They were so blue. Blue like water, like sadness, like a summer’s sky before sunset. He wore a slight grin that told a story that I couldn’t quite yet decipher.
“I can’t reach my upper back and I need to spread some ointment and put a bandage on it. Think you can handle that?”
“Yeah,” was all I could muster.
I grabbed the bottle of aloe and whatever else is in that stuff, and began to rub it gently on to his back. I almost vomited when I saw the wound, or wounds I should say. There must have been 85 slashes. Like a whole bunch of paper cuts. His back looked like a game of pick-up sticks with just red sticks. I concentrated on the top portion of his back. For a moment I thought about trying to escape, but both reality and curiosity kept me in place. I knew running outside naked was too embarrassing, and the news would surely run a story about it. My father couldn’t take the shame, but I wasn’t staying for him. He was a dick, but supported me financially, so I had to play nice to get paid nice.
“I’m glad you haven’t yet, but if you’re thinking about escaping, you really shouldn’t cause there’s a built in shock in that collar, and there’s an invisible fence, if you tried to leave the front door step. You would be hit with an electric shock that will do everything but kill you. Trust me I know.”
His chest exhaled greatly, and I could tell he was trying not to wince at the pain as I wrapped gauze and bandages to his back. He now looked like a partial mummy. “So why Scoobs?”
“That’s your new name.”
“No shit Sherlock?! Yeah I figured that much.”
His face almost turned into a scowl, but burst out into laughter instead. “Well Master thought since you liked weed you should be named after Scooby Doo.”
“Well that’s dumb.”
“Well that’s what ya get since you flaked out on him.”
I had no response. It all connected in my brain finally. I met Tobias online, not Jonas. I backed out, cause he kinda freaked me out in some of our conversations. Just stuff that I didn’t want to try for a long time. “He hates things that are not nutritious to the body. He’s into some extreme forms of Yoga, and visited a Hindu temple for a year...”
His admiration was clear to me, but the lines tumbled out like it was a bit rehearsed. “…and likes to remind what the pup used to be like through his name. One day you’ll get a new name if you stay.”
The words stung bittersweet through my body and soul. Something was very different when I woke up this morning, besides the obvious. Something was different all within me. I felt different about my life, about everything. Things were making sense. The only thing I couldn’t resolve was could I handle the intense things that had freaked me out before, just to be near Jonas
“Well we gotta take care of some things before you get back in the gear. I was supposed to do a list of things TO you, but I don’t think I can right now. So can you do them yourself? I’ll help, but I’m really sore.”
My smile deflated as he handed me “the list.”
My eyes found number 1:
SHAVE EVERYTHING FROM THE NECK DOWN
I gulped and looked back at Jonas.
“Let’s get you to the bathroom.”

To be continued….


DISCLAIMER: Hey guys, uhh this is fiction. I made it up. Sure I took a little from past emotions, random conversations online, old porn, and of course past play. Any resemblance to anyone dead or living is pure coincidence, so don’t freak out. Those character descriptions depict at least 10 people each that I’ve known. Also don’t reprint this on your site without askin’ first. I’ll most likely say yes. I’m just askin’ for credit for my work. And if you could pay me that would be awesome, cause I’m poor. By choice mind you, my career offers little money but a lifetime of benefits. it’s the path I chose. So in conclusion give me money. lol j/k