Towser Dog Slave Part 5

"You'll eat my shit from my hole before you are graduated."
And Towser licked harder. God! his cock throbbed.
His Master turned him over to Carl who gave him his first lessons in heeling, sitting up, rolling over, fetching sticks, and other dog tricks dogs are frequently taught.
Mike gave him specialized lessons in cocksucking. Darryl! in armpit licking, ass eating, and tongue bathing. His own hard cock never wilted.
These leather-clad trainers were bare-headed. Only Jerry and Paul wore hoods padlocked around the neck. No one explained why they were hooded. It was none of the dog's business.
His Master fed him late at night - water, dog food seasoned with piss- and chained him to the floor at the foot of the Master's bed. Twice during the night he was ordered to drink his Master's piss which tasted of beer he had drunk just to create all that piss. The Master's bed was hard but comfortable; he was not allowed to stay in it. The dog had a wet dream, for which he was punished.
He spent a good part of the next day chained in a kennel with larger dildos up his ass; every day the size was increased until he could easily take the one the size of his Master Jack's cock, and that day his Master Edward fucked him until he came at his Master's command without anyone touching his cock. Master Edward now fucked him daily, several times, and gave him to other Masters to be fucked.
Some days passed. He lost track of time.
He was placed on his back, his legs backed against his chest, his ankles over his face, his neck-chain cold against his skin, clamps on his nipples which his Master pulled and twisted while he plunged his thick cock in and out of the eager asshole surrounding it. As the thick cream shot into the fiery channel, he shouted "Cum, dog, cum!" and for only the third time since he went into training the dog shot his load; it arched into the air, striking his Master's pelt-covered cheat, falling on his own face and cheat. The man smeared it over his slave's body, letting it dry among the sweat and dirt gathering there; the dog had not been cleaned except for the occasional tongue baths given him by other dogs. He smelled ripe.
The Master crouched over the dog's body, his hands gripping the dog's upraised ankles, his cock deeply embedded in the dog's asshole.
"Listen to me carefully, dog. You have been here several days now. This is your opportunity to leave before completing your training. If you truly do not want to be a dog for your Master Jack, say so now, and we will release you." The dog flexed his ass around the still-hard cock in his ass. "But if you leave, your Master has said he wants never to see you again. It is your choice. Speak. Speak in English."
The dog's mind was in a whirl, as if he could not take in what the Master was saying. Here was his chance to go free, to resume his human status, to do what he wanted and not to be a slave obedient to the whims and desires of a Master. And not to see Jack again. Master Jack whom he loved. To have Master Jack turn away from him as if they were strangers, to have Master Jack reject him, to know that Master Jack's cock was up someone else's ass or down someone else's throat, that Master Jack had another lover, another slave, another dog to make him happy, to serve him, to obey instantly. Towser suddenly realized what he had pushed into the back of his mind, that he had been a cock-teasing shit who had treated his Master Jack unfairly, promising and not delivering. And he wanted, needed, to atone, to make it all up to Master Jack, to abase himself, to humble and humiliate himself, degrade himself, beg for forgiveness, so Master Jack would accept him, keep him, perhaps even love him, never leave him. Master Jack's cock in his ass, in no other ass but his own ass, He was Towser, was Master Jack's slave, dog, pet. He loved Master Jack who had sent him into training and opened his eyes. He wanted to be, a dog, a slave, a dog slave, Master Jack's dog slave.
"I want -" he stopped to clear his throat. "Master I want to be a dog."
Master Edward jerked his cock roughly out. "assume the position."
Swiftly the slave rolled over onto his hands and knees.
"Say it again."
"I want to be a dog, Master."
"What kind of dog, asshole?"
"I want to be a dog slave to serve my Master Jack, a cock sucking asslicking shiteating dog." He burst into tears of joy, at peace with himself, knowing admitting out loud that he was a dog slave, that Master Jack wanted him to be a dog slave, that Master Jack wanted him. I am a dog, I am a dog, I am a dog, welcoming his fate. The words sang in his blood.
"You're goddam lucky he wants you. He's a real humpy Master."
'Yes, Master, yes, I know I'm lucky. Master, I've been bad, I've treated my Master bad, punish me, please punish the dog, please, let me see Master Jack, let him punish me, please," and he barked several times, kissing and slobbering over the man's boots. His Master removed the ankle-neck chain, took the dog and bathed him.
He was now bathed regularly.
Training continued. Sometimes he was part of a group of other dogs, sometimes he was alone with a trainer: sucking cock, eating ass, being fucked and sucked, practicing fucking in case his Master should want to be fuck (though this was a treat he was warned he should not expect), receiving enemas, fistfucking, eating shit, shaving his body. The training included erection techniques, so the dog could obtain an erection at the snap of his Master's finger even though he has just cum, so he could sustain an erection without cumming, no matter how much his balls were churning with and aching with the pent-up cream, until his Master gave permission to cum. Every day he ate Master Edward's shit, his face under the Master Edward's asshole, his mouth open to receive the hot brown turds as they fell from Master Edward's body, his throat swallowing, his tongue licking his lips. Every day he was his Master's toilet, drink piss and eating shit, and he was his Master's toilet paper, reaching up when the last turn had fallen to suck and lick clean the brown puckered hole. And he wished that it were his Master Jack's asshole. He wanted to be his Master Jack's toilet.
He longed to be free to serve his Master Jack.
Always he was kept on his hands and knees, obeying every snap of his Master's fingers.
he became the complete dog slave, concentrating his desire and love on his Master Jack who cared enough for him to make him his complete total possession.
The dog received regular shots of penicillin and gamma globulin, for his mouth and ass were in almost constant use. Edward whipped him frequently, noting that each time the dog got an erection; Towser like to be belted and sometimes would deliberately disobey in order to be taken to the punishment room, strung up from the chains hanging from the ceiling, and whipped. Each time this happened his cock would stand up hard and proud, and when his Master would shout "Cum" he would shoot, the stream of cream aching six feet into the air before falling to the floor, shoot without touching his prick. Released from the chains, he would kiss his Master's boots and the whip and would lick up his cum from the floor, and expression of complete bliss on his face, his buns and back and thighs and chest red streaked and painful.
Master Edward taught him techniques in tonguing a Master's body, in massaging, giving rub-downs, in masturbating a Master's cock. They spent long hours, Master Edward stretched out on his bed with the dog practicing his new knowledge on his Master's body, smoothing and gentling the skin, stroking and fisting the hard cock, discovering the various properties of various oils and lotions when applied to the chest, the back, the ass, the cock and balls of a Master.
Every day Master Edward added to the notes he was keeping for Master Jack.
Electric lights burned all day - the dog believed they could be turned off only in the Master's sleeping quarters - and no windows allowed a glimpses of the outside; he was fed at irregular intervals and allowed to sleep at irregular intervals; so he lost all sense of time and did not know if his captivity lasted one week or five. None of the trainers wore watches, and after the first day or two the dog ceased to think about it, being too occupied with pleasing his Master Edward, with earning the privilege of pleasing Master Jack.
Training continued and expanded until the program was completed, the program that Master Jack had contracted for. The animal was not told his time was up; he was just cleaned up and led into a room where Master Jack was waiting. Master Jack was wearing boots and Levi's and a leather jacket. When he saw his Master, the animal broke free of his stance heeling behind Master Edward and on his hands and knees scampered to Master Jack, barking excitedly, licking his Master's boots, his whole body quivering, his cock stiff, Suddenly he threw himself full-length spread-eagle on the floor before his Master and sobbing with joy pressed his face against Master's Jack left boot. Jack squatted and patted him on the back of the head. The dog looked up at him , his freshly shaved face covered with tears. His Master spit on his hand and wiped it over the face which filled with adoration. Master Jack spit on him again. The animal licked his fingers clean.
Masters Edward and Jack spoke together, Master Edward giving the notebook on the dog's training and behavior. The animal's eyes were on his flight bag which had been placed next to the door.
"O.K., Towser, let's go. You've graduated. Pick up that bag."
The dog reached out with his paw to pick it up and started to stand when Master Jack bent down and slapped him hard across the face. The dog fell back, looking up like a hurt puppy. Master Jack squatted, prepared; Master Edward had warned him the animal would try to take advantage, and he was setting right now in the beginning the dog's position in their household. The dog's face was between his Master's spread knees, his eyes going from his Master's hard face to the throbbing bulge in his Master's crotch.
"Listen, dog. Right now you've got a choice to make. Either you come with me as my dog, my pet, my slave, or you go without me. You go without me, you go free. You go with me, I own you, you come willingly, ready to obey me in everything, to be my dog, to serve me as you served Master Edward here, like a dog. You have fifteen seconds to decide. Reply in English."
The animal didn't hesitate.
"I choose you, Master Jack. I want to be your dog."
And Master Jack slapped him twice across the face hard. The animal's hard prick responded by slapping against his belly.
"Dogs don't talk! Dogs bark! Ain't you learned anything? who the fuck do you think you are? You goddam animal, you're a dog slave, that's what you are!"
The animal blinked at the injustice; he had obeyed, talking in English as he was ordered to do. And then he surrendered completely to Master Jack. Anything Master Jack said was right, unfair or not. Master Jack was always right and it was not the dog's place to consider or to criticize. The dog came to all fours and barked quickly, kissing the hand that punished him, deservedly punished him, for his Master was always right, lowering his head to lick his Master's boots. His cockhead was pushing through his foreskin.
The Masters shook hands. Master Edward saying, "That's the way . You're off to a good start. Don't let him get away with anything."
"O.K.. Towser, pick up that case like a good dog and let's go."
The dog took the handle between his teeth and waited for his Master to open the door. Beyond the door could be freedom, but he knew he would be free only in the prison made by his Master and his own desires. He remembered the Donne quote: " To enter in these bonds is to be free." He believed it.
"Heel," said his Master and opened the door.
Heeling, naked but for the dog collar and the leash that was now attached him to his Master's left wrist, his cock steel-hard against his belly, the case in his mouth. Towser followed the Master he loved out the door and down the sidewalk, heedless of the people that might be there on Christopher Street to see a dog slave being led home.