Towser Dog Slave Part 4

snarled, "Clean it and be quick. We're not here to give you pleasure." He cleaned it quickly then and was led on to the next, And to the next, until he sucked and rimmed all the holes; and when he had finished the last, he was strangely disappointed there were no more. He wanted to rim his Master's hole, and Master Jack's. Funny, but now he was thinking of Jack as Master Jack. What was happening? Did he want to be a slave? a dog?
After each boy had his asshole licked clean, Jerry released him from his stall, and he crawled backwards into the center of the room, wiggling joyfully, kissing his Master's boots, sniffling each other asses, whimpering happily. When the last dog was released, Jerry led them away to further training.
Towser was fastened into a stall, chains at knees and wrists; the ankle chain was removed from one ankle.
Facing the wall, he could not see his Master moving behind him, and he jerked when he felt hands on his ass, applying something to the brown pucker, soothing over it and then pressing against the resisting opening. He realized he was going to be fucked by his Master's finger if not his great cock. He moaned as one finger, followed by two and then three, slid inside the hot narrow channel; the dog did not like to get fucked and had only once allowed Jack to put his large cock in there: Dennis was a cock-tease and had Jack so smitten that Jack never insisted on fucking and was content, or so Dennis had believed, to suck Dennis off and then to masturbate himself to climax. But suddenly the dog realized he did not really know Jack. And he did not really know himself. Why was his cock stiff? Was he enjoying this submission, humiliation, degradation, being a dog?
The fingers in his ass found and caressed the walnut-sized prostate and a sudden feeling of sheer pleasure steamed through his body, pleasure such as he had never felt before. He was moaning and thrusting back to get more, more when suddenly the hole was empty. He whimpered in frustration and barked once and quieted as he felt his Master wiping his fingers on his ass. "I'm going put my cock up your ass, Towser, open you up, let you feel a man's cock up there; when you leave here you ain't gonna be satisfied unless you've got your Master's cock down your throat or up your ass." And he shoved his enormous hardness up six inches into the narrow channel. The dog cried out in shock and pain, but the Master held still and then moved in short strokes; and knowing when the pain turned to pleasure, he slid the rest of the cock in still it was all the way buried. The animal felt stuffed with cock up to his mouth, and fingers playing with his nipples made him wiggle his body, impaled on the giant staff. How different from the fuck Jack had given him - but that was his fault; not his Master Jack's fault. Master Edward made twelve long-dicking strokes and drew out; the animal sighed in relief and whimpered in disappointment. Both relief and disappointment were short-lived, the opening was restuffed with a leather dildo; the dildo narrowed at the six-inch mark where the splinter would grasp it, flaring out on either side to it full thickness, making it impossible for the ass muscles to eject it. A handle stuck some four inches out into the air, making the dildo easy to insert or remove or twist when inserted. The Master fucked with the dildo for a while, all the while telling the slave his Master's Jack prick would feel even better because it was bigger even if it might be uncomfortable, that it was a slave's duty to want what his Master wanted when the Master wanted it, that slaves and lovers never cock-tease.
Leaving the ass plugged, the brawny man knelt before the helpless bound animal in his charge, his leg spread, his impressive flesh standing hard and ready as it had been since he first saw the animal assigned him for training, the flesh streaked with the animal's ass juices and stained with shit. "A good dog slave always keeps his Master's cock clean without being ordered to, so get your mouth busy." The dog, who did not like to rim, turned his head away from the waiting brown streaked flesh, whimpering protesting, looking up pleadingly, but his Master simply slapped his face and, forcing the unwilling mouth open, plunged the head down, capturing his rampant cock in the wet cave; he shoved brutally down past the blockage where the mouth joins the throat. The rod was withdrawn only when the animal needed air. "You took it before, dog, you'll take it again." He forced the cock deep in again and held it, them released it and pulled the head off the flesh. "Now clean that cock!" Tears in his eyes, his face read from the strain, gulping air into his heaving lungs, his tongue came out and he began to lick the engorged rod waving before his face, gagging several times when he reached the brown streaks. When the man was satisfied - and that took a long time - he slowly inserted it back into the hot sheath of the slave's throat, letting the slave take it as his throat relaxed and welcomed the flesh. "You want to suck your Master Jack's cock, don't you? You want to please your Master don't you?" Each time, the slave gurgled an answer around the invading monster. The man withdrew. "Now, let me hear it loud and clear, Towser. You want to suck cock? and keep it clean? and please your Master in every way?" A sharp bark answered each of these questions. The Master slipped the cock back into the mouth, and the slave eagerly gobbled down as much of the cock as he could reach.
The Master had been hard for more than two hours, long enough, he decided, and he reached down and felt the throbbing hard cock of his sucking slave, a prick dripping pre-cum. The dog was turned on to being a slave, a dog. His own cock was leaking copiously - it had been since he first fucked the helpless ass of the new dog - and he fucked harder into the helpless face. He twisted the dildo in the dog; the dog groaned. Now wanting to shoot, the man allowed his senses to reach their peak, but he did not forget to remind his slave that the slave was not allowed to cum without permission, and he knew this would be a great torture to the slave who was sucking eagerly and was close to cumming himself. With a sudden blast, the Master fired his thick hot cream deep into the throat and then pulled his cock out till only the head remained in the mouth, shooting the cream over the tongue so the slave would taste the salty-sweet outpouring. He didn't allow the slave to spill any of it, forcing him to swallow it all, not allowing the cock to slip out of the mouth until he himself no longer wanted the sucking mouth to work on his sensitive glans. "Kiss my cock," and the dog's head bent forward and kiss the long limp tube. He turned. "Now kiss my ass," and he felt the soft lips press against his ass. He got up and left the chained dog alone in the room. The dog put his head down and closed his eyes, exhausted, longing to pull his hard prick. Jesus! I like this! I do! What's happening to me? God! Jack!
He woke up when someone roughly pulled the dildo out of his ass, but when he twisted his head to see if it were his Master a strange voice told him to stare straight ahead. He never saw this trainer nor did he see the dog that licked his asshole and was later chained in a distant kennel. The dildo was roughly replaced.
Later, Paul, still wearing the padlocked hood, appeared before him and reminded him forcibly with a belt across the ass to kiss his boots; when he complied he was fed: two bowls were placed on the floor before him, one with water, one with dog food. Paul watched while the dog put down his face and ate and drank: "Eat from your bowl, just like a fuckin' dog, eat it all, that good Gravey Train and Gainsburgers, don't waste your food, eat it all, maybe some day your Master Jack will let you eat human food," and when the dog finished he licked his lips.
He was left alone again. Soon he was wondering how to tell his Masters that he had to piss and to shit. But they where professional trainers, and Jerry shortly reappeared to stand before the dog who quickly kissed his boots. The ankle chain was replaced, the restraints were released, and learning to heel he followed his trainer, two places behind and to the left, into a room with floor and walls black tiled. Shower heads were placed high on the walls; the room was bare but for a tree stump about four feet high standing in the center; and near it was a depression in the floor, and in the center of that a hole three inches wide. This was the dog's toilet room. The dog, led next to the stump, lifted his right leg and pissed; finished, he was led to the hole where he squatted, his asshole over the opening, his forepaws grasping his ankles. The dildo was removed and while he kissed it clean as Jerry held it to his lips, his muscles ejected the hot brown shit into the hole. He blushed; never before had anyone seen him take a shit, but here his most personal body function was on display to his trainer. "Good dog." Jerry patted his head. "If you'd gotten any of that on the floor, you'd have to lick it up." He led the dog back to the kennel room where the dog in the stall who had earlier sucked his ass sucked it again, eating the shit that clung to the skin and lips of the hole.
In the hall Jerry turned him over to his Master who led him to the Master's toilet. He was chained next to the stool. The man sat and evacuated his bowels, the dog holding his cock in his mouth and drinking his piss at the same time. The dog had never done this, but he wanted to please the big man, and he eagerly let the fluid hotly flow into his belly. At the same time his Master spoke. "I am a substitute for your Master Jack; he owns you, you belong to him, you will serve him in any way that he wants, you will drink his piss and eat his shit and obey him instantly. Whatever he wants , you will want." The Master spit on the face in his crotch, and lazily smeared the spit over the shiny face. He did it again. The dog pressed closer. "Do you love your Master Jack?" The dog nodded vigorously and gurgled affirmatively around the great cock in his mouth. He did! he had loved always loved Jack, and now he loved him even more the man who had put him into dog slavery! "let go of my cock." The dog withdrew.
"Now, you are going to undergo further training." he slid forward on the seat, his own hole exposed, fringed with hot shit that did not fall into the stool. "Clean me." the dog drew back, his eyes staring into his Master's; then with a sigh, he leaned forward and began to lick. "You Master Jack will be pleased with you." The dog licked harder, his cock hard.