Towser Dog Slave Part 3

"Now you sound like a Pekinese. You want to sound like that, like a puling bad-tempered lap dog? or like a real man dog? Speak!"
The dog barked a third time. Oh, God, listen to me!
"Well, that 's better. I don't want to waste my time on a lag dog: I get very angry with lap dogs; do you want to make me angry, Towser, dog?"
Oh, God, no, he didn't want to make this man angry. This time the bark was deep and firm and solid.
"Better. I shall enjoy training you, disciplining you, Towser. Remember: you are a dog here, dogs obey instantly or they are punished, dogs remain on all fours, dogs bark. Understand?"
A deep resonant bark. Oh, God, Jack! His dick throbbed.
"Now, tell me in words what you are."
Hesitantly, he spoke. "I am a - dog, Sir."
"Again. You sound uncertain."
More quickly: "I am a dog, Sir." But I'm not, I'm not, thought Dennis, I'm not! Jesus! Jack! His cock quivered.
"Shout!"
"I am a dog, Sir!" I'm not! Why am I saying this? I'm not!
"That's right," snarled the Master. Don't you forget it, or those lash marks will be joined by others. Put your head back down."
The self-proclaimed dog dropped back into a crouching position.
"I am your Master in this school. Kiss my boots."
The dog pressed his lips against the boots again, and yet again, before licking the dust from the boots at command, listening to his Master tell him every time he saw his Master he would at once show his dogdom, his submission, by kissing his boot without being told to, that when he met his Master Jack after graduation from obedience school (graduation from obedience school! Oh, God, what am I doing, licking dust from boots! Oh, Jesus, Jack!) the first thing he would do would be to kiss Jack's boots: and the new dog's tongue curled around the instep and heel.
When the Master was satisfied his boots were clean, by the hair he pulled up the dog on his haunches. Between the dog's thighs protruded upright the hard cock, the foreskin pulling back to allow the dark red head to show. Again they locked eyes.
The Master saw and noted the dog's erection. He ignored it, knowing it was a good sign.
" I am your Master and Chief Trainer while you are here; I am Master Edward. There will be others who will carry out specific aspects of your training, and you will obey them. But I and only I am your Master. When you are not with other trainers you will be with me: you will eat when I feed you, piss and shit when I let you, sleep when I permit you, cum when I allow you, serve any way I desire, service me with your mouth and asshole and body in all ways. Your body belongs to Master Jack, and by his permission, to me. Look at my crotch," and obediently the dog's eyes dropped to the bulging leather between the solid thighs. "You're a cocksuckin' dog slave, and now you're going to prove it. Get your face in my crotch, Towser, and make that leather shine."
Before the voice stopped, the dog's face was pressed against the genitals hidden by the supple leather, and his tongue was licking the curves and hollows, making the black leather shiny and wet, wishing the leather was not hiding the potent throbbing flesh. "Good dog." He felt a flush of pride. But I'm not a dog, why is Jack doing this, why do I like doing this, why is my cock hard? His tongue and mouth kissed their way down and up the impossibly thick tube that extended down the left leg solid and hard.
At command, the dog's teeth pulled away the leather from the snaps so the codpiece fell away from the body, exposing the biggest set of genitals he had ever seen. The balls were the size of tennis balls, slowly rising towards the base of the cock in their sac covered thickly with black hair, the hair that thinned out a little as it joined that on the belly. But the cock took the dog's breath away. Jack's cock was ten inches hard, but this was longer than that, and thicker, God!
Expertly the Master guided the slobbering mouth along the tube shooting at least a foot straight out from the hair forest, burying the face in the hair, forcing the nose to sniff deeply the odors that proclaimed the Master to be a man, pushing the face down deep beneath the balls to smell the funky sweat and shit that clung there, making the mouth lick and suck and take in the huge balls, before bringing the mouth back to the head of the cock and inserting the head into the gasping orifice. Slowly he forced the tube deeper and deeper into the gasping hot cavity, stopping when the gag reflex began, waiting till that was finished before forcing deeper into the waiting throat. Dennis had never learned to deep throat Jack, but he applied his limited expertise to the trunk invading his helpless body - he did not want to make his Master angry by not taking the cock all the way - until at last he had the whole thing buried in his throat, his lips and nose hidden in the cock hair at the base.
"Good dog," crooned the Master, stroking the sucking head, "not many can take my cock all the way down the first time: your Master Jack will be proud of you."
The dog swelled with pride at pleasing his Master Edward - and his Master Jack.
Edward stood up and began to fuck his slave's face bucking his hips; then, abruptly, he stopped, pushing the dog back to the floor.
"Not yet, dog, not yet. Cum comes later. Give me your leash."
When the dog slave reached for the leash, his Master slapped him.
"Dogs don't have hands, you fuckin' Towser, dogs have paws and a mouth. Now give me that leash!" he snarled.
The dog Towser bent over and picked up the leash with his mouth and sat up, offering it, whimpering, his face smarting. His Master took it, tousling his hair. The dog managed a grin.
The Master led the new dog around the room, guiding him with the leash, fast and slow, right and left, stopping and starting, so he would learn to move entirely by the movements of the leash with no verbal commands. The dog's knees were beginning to hurt, but he dared to nothing.
Satisfied for now, Master Edward led him out of the room into the next room. Jerry was waiting for them, animal clippers, soap and razor at hand. The dog remembered, kissed Jerry's boots. When he realized they were going to shave his body he rebelled; he cried out "No, no, please, no," and tried to get away; but the rebellion was quickly put down by the two brawny men who chained him face down on the floor. The slave's ass felt again Jerry's whip; after five lashes his Master said Jerry would whip him until he begged for the whipping to stop. The dog grit his teeth. But after five more lashes he barked, loud, clear, frantically, Jerry stopped. He ran the clippers over the lashed cheeks, and shaved off what the clippers missed, all the way into the crack and around the hole; he clipped the splayed legs, too. They turned over the helpless slave, ignoring the tear-stained face, and clipped off the rest of the leg hair, the chest hair and that which flourished in the armpits, and lastly the belly and crock hair. His cock looked even larger without the concealing thicket, and the skin of his now hairless sac was soft and pliable as they felt him up, a dog to be handled as they choose with no say in the matter. His cock was hard and throbbing still. They cut his head hair until it was about three inches long all over, still long enough to get a grip on. Making him sit up they placed a mirror before him so he could see himself, a naked dog slave, mostly hairless, dog collar around his neck, his red nipples exposed and hard, his cock upright, erect. He moaned when Jerry twisted one of his nipples, and he swayed toward his trainer. His Master laughed.
They put him down again on his back, explaining that his struggles had shown him untrustworthy and he felt ashamed that he had failed a test, and he blushed. They fastened leather bands around his ankles. To the D-rings in these was fastened a chain joining his ankles, and another chain ran from the middle of the ankle chain to his dog collar, so short he could not stand when they ordered him to do so; he was effectively kept on all fours permanently. And as his Master explained, when finally he would be able to sleep, he would not be able to stretch out his legs. The dog whimpered. His Master laughed again.
His Master and Jerry led him chains, clanging, down the hall to another door marked "Kennels" opposite the door that had been opened earlier. They entered and were greeted by a chorus of joyful barking until the Master called out "Quiet"
Inside this large room, the new dog stared, Every three feet around a perimeter four feet away from the walls were wooden partitions two feet high and three feet long: the center of the room was empty. The floor between the partitions was covered with mattress padding. The stalls between the partitions were kennels, and about half were occupied. About a dozen dogs, like himself, were kenneled, one per stall. Each dog was facing the wall, his ass protruding out of the kennel into the center of the room. Each dog's legs were widespread, fastened by chains at the knee joint; each dog's arms were equally spread fastened with chains at the wrists; each held in place on his hands and knees so he could raise or lower his chest but not raise or lower his ass.
"You will clean up these dogs with your mouth."
The Master knew another slave had earlier sucked them clean, but the new dog did not. He was led over to the nearest boy. Towser looked entreatingly at his Master; he did not like to rim and rarely did so, even though he knew Jack loved to be rimmed; but a jerk on his leash and a glare from his Master made him place his face against the ass and begin to lick the smoothly shaved cheeks. His mouth was pushed squarely on the asshole. Jerry