Victor Chapter 7

Chapter 7

One day after we had a discussion about the treadmill, Colin came in with a new idea.

“Vic, I only speed up the treadmill because you are getting lazy and taking it for granted, but you are still flabby and both Harry and I think we should push you for your own good. We’ve bought you a present and I hope you will accept it.”

He brought out a gift-wrapped parcel which he unwrapped for me and presented me with a leather dog-collar.

“If you wear it you will have to accept the discipline that goes with it. I got it as a training aid so that you cannot dodge off the treadmill since I shall attach a leash to the machine. Is that OK? Harry and I have been talking it over and we both think it is for your own good.”

I thought hard. It seemed humiliating to wear a dog-collar but I could see their point - I was getting flabby and lazy.

“I’ll try it and see but I’m not totally mad on the idea”

“The other thing we can do, I’ll put a lead on it and we can run round the garden and again that will push you forward.”

Colin buckled the collar around my throat, and only then did it strike me how dependent I was. The collar was not locked but it might as well have been since there was no way that I could unbuckle it.

“I bought a matching one for Labby, so that when you play together you make a good pair.”

That made me feel even more helpless. On the other hand I could do so much that previously was impossible. I was mobile and now could even run; I needed no help with the lavatory and could get myself in and out of bed. I needed help with meals but only in their preparation – I was spared the humiliation of having to be fed like a baby. On balance, the small loss of independence that the collar represented was a small price to pay for all I had gained, and in any case Colin and I loved each other so much that I knew I could trust him not to take advantage of me. Soon the fag of putting it on and taking it off became a nuisance and it was easier to leave it on. In any case it was extremely comfortable and somehow it made me feel secure.

It was after I got the paws and became more independent that we began to fuck. Usually it was in my bed, but then Colin suggested we try it doggy fashion and this was great. I was now steady on my feet and loved to be able to support Colin as he pleasured me and since we were both used to going bare this could happen anywhere in the house or garden as it took our fancy

We had settled into a very happy routine. Meals were regular and good and I was very grateful that at the start of our relationship I had sent Colin on that cookery course. Our times in the gym had become a pleasure and our daily run was a joy. I no longer minded the leash since I regarded it not as a mark of servitude but of mutual love. Labby was my constant companion and friend, and he had taken to creeping into my bed instead of his own but I didn’t mind. In the evening Col would sit watching TV and I sat on the floor at his feet, often resting my head on his thighs and occasionally giving him a loving kiss or lick. Occasionally I would take up position of the floor – head down and arse up as a hint – and the hint was usually taken. Very often these days Harry was there. He had become a dear friend and was always welcome, and part of our routine was that a couple of times a week he would join us for a work-out.

Then came a new game.