Victor chapter 8

Chapter 8

“Vic, you know we like to make love doggy fashion.” I liked his choice of words. We truly were making love, not just having sex.

“Yes”

“How would it be if we made more of a game of it, and you acted as if you were my dog – just when we make love I mean?”

“I don’t understand”

“Well, instead of talking, you restrict yourself to doggy noises so that you really do seem like my beloved pup. It will help you to surrender more and we can fuck even more enjoyably”

I couldn’t see the point, but I knew he was only thinking of me so I agreed, and immediately he started to stroke me.

“That’s…………” he slapped my butt – not hard – a reminder.

“No words please, love”

I humoured him and gave a contented little moan. Then as he penetrated, me said “bark, please, boy, to show you are happy with this” I obliged, and until we finished contented myself and pleased him by restricting myself to barks, panting and happy whines.

“That was great, boy. You really were a good dog that time. Did it help you to relax?”

“It was just the opposite – I was thinking so hard about not speaking that I couldn’t concentrate on sex”

“You’ll get used to it”

“And, by the way, my name is Vic, not boy”

I had noticed that this was becoming a habit. At mealtimes he would stroke my head and put some titbit between my lips or drop it on the floor and when I took it he would say ‘good boy’. I didn’t mind but it was exactly what he said to Labby and that didn’t seem quite right.

It was about this time I lost my hair. Harry come in one evening quite excited.

“I know, Vic, that one of the few things that still has to be done for you is shaving. I have discovered at the hospital that there is a new treatment – just an injection – that will inhibit hair growth. But I have to warn you, it is permanent and it is all hair growth. Do you fancy it? It will mean that Colin doesn’t have to shave you or trim your hair”

I thought a moment – only a moment

“Marvellous idea. It will solve another problem too – itching when hair grown under the foot attachments”

Next time he came he brought the necessary drug, and for a few days I itched abominably all over. Then after a shower I looked in the mirror and head and body were smooth and hairless. I had been rather taken with the fashion for shaved heads, and now I didn’t have to shave. I loved what I saw.

After this, when I sat by either Colin or Harry, they would unconsciously stroke my head and it felt wonderful, especially when the murmured endearments as they did so, even when they said ‘good boy’ or ‘good dog’.

Yes, Harry had started this too. We saw more and more of him, not just on his work-out nights but at weekends too and often he would put the leash on me and take me for a run. I think he regarded himself as Colin’s and my training advisor.