Date: Thu, 6 Feb 2014 10:04:17 -0600
From: charles Turner <cbru49@gmail.com>
Subject: Captive chapter XXV

				CAPTIVE XXV

	Donny had a hard time walking the next morning but he still
provided breakfast for the slaves and the guest.  He didn't want revenge,
but he knew he needed to re-exert his authority on the farm before the day
was over or he might lose it forever.  That Weldon had handed him the leash
the previous night told him that his problem was with Ray and Ron and his
boy wouldn't be more than a diversion when he exerted his own strength.

	His intent had been to start from the first breath the boys took
after waking.  Nothing he thought of seemed to be harsh enough to punish
the pair for what they had done.  The picture record of his activities was
more than he really wanted to contemplate.  Having Ron present his dick to
his lips without being told was out of line and needed to be straightened
out.  While he had thought of punishing them by all manners of sex he
finally decided that the only thing they might really understand was the
withholding of sex.

	Among the toys he had purchased when he had gone on-line to buy the
butt-less rubber pants for Weldon were 3 dog masks, three butt-plug-tails,
clear chastity devices and more.  As the boys stepped out of the bed Donny
had Weldon fasten the clear chastity devices on the pair.  They both wanted
to go to the bathroom to piss but Donny stopped them and ordered them to
the kitchen where he had put two empty bowls on the floor.  Putting them on
their hands and knees he directing them to use the bowls as their urinals
by raising a leg like the male dogs they were.  He then set their breakfast
beside the bowls and told then to eat it all and drink what was in front of
them.

	Weldon wasn't pleased but Donny added his piss to the two bowls and
directed the boy to do the same.  The steaming bowls sent an odor out into
the room which made it difficult for Donny and Weldon to eat at the table.
They moved to the porch and when they released Larry from Sparky's pen he
was ready to add more to the boys' bowls but

mistakenly used the bowls with food so the boys had two bowls of piss to
empty.  Ray and Ron were not the piss drinkers that Weldon had become but
they valiantly attempted to do as ordered.

	When Donny walked back into the kitchen and found they had not yet
finished he moved on to step two.  He had placed the two tails in a
cupboard easily within reach and using butter for a lubricant inserted the
first in Ray.  He had purchased three of the tails with different sized
bulbs and the second one he used was difficult to work into Ron but he
wasn't to be denied and soon the pair of young dogs was ordered back to
their bowls.  Larry was fascinated as the pair turned from the young men
he'd met the previous day into submissive dogs being lead to the barn on
leashes.

	At the dog pens they had helped to reconfigure they were separated.
Ray was lead into the first empty pen where his leash was unfastened and he
was give the news he would be there until Donny felt they had learned that
he was in charge not them.  Weldon had brought along the bowl they had used
for piss and set it inside the pen.

	"The pair of you will not be given any water.  If Weldon or I or
Larry needs to relieve ourselves we'll use your bowl, if you need to
relieve yourself use the other bowl and we will give it to the other R.  I
don't want to hear you barking or talking to the other dogs.  You are here
because of your actions last evening, I want you to think about that and
consider how you are going to reform yourselves to better please me."

	Ron was lead to the far side of Sparky to a pen between Mo and
Shep.  The Quaker boy was quickly overcome with remorse and tried talking
Donny out of the punishment.  The response was not what he expected.  Donny
pushed his face down in the bowl and made him lick it dry.

	Larry didn't have to work that day and helped the farm boy make
lists of the materials he needed for stable.  Around noon he excused
himself to return to Sparky's pen and let himself be mounted once more.
Donny and Weldon were amazed that he was able to continue taking the big
dog without any apparent discomfort.  When he rejoined the boys Donny asked
if he wanted to try Mo also.  The architect was more tired than he had
appeared and declined the offer saying he had a job he needed to check but
did promise to be back that evening with the other Dane that he had
mentioned to them.

	"Weldon, you were part of the uprising last night.  I was not happy
with the way you were taunting me or how you allowed those two dogs to get
the upper hand for the evening.  Yes, I have been allowing you to fuck me
while your ass is out of order, but you went too far.  How do you think I
should punish you?"

	"Giving Ron and Ray all of your piss is enough punishment."

	"No, I think I need to add more.  You need to remember that when we
are with the others I am fully in charge and even teasing about taking the
lead is beyond what is allowed.

	"Go get Punk.  And bring out six socks."

	Donny didn't want Weldon to feel too abused but he knew there had
to be consequences or he would lose all control of the boy who had insisted
on adding his own load of cum to the two loads of dog cum in his ass.
There was little in the way of sex or sex play that Weldon would not enjoy.
Sure he could spank the boy and he really hated that but he knew that would
make the boy think of his parents and he would be in a depressed state the
rest of the day and useless.

	"Go in the pens with Ron and Ray and put a sock over each of their
hands.  Don't talk with them or allow them to talk to you.  If they try,
ping their balls like so, he made the easy motion of releasing a finger
from the thumb that stings when hit and they had been using to stop Punk
from doing what he wasn't supposed to."

	Ray obeyed the order Donny had given him and didn't try speaking to
Weldon.  Ron was not as good and the first time he tried speaking Weldon
had called him a bad dog and gently pinged a single ball.  It had made Ron
jump but it hadn't stopped the behavior.  He tried to speak some more and
being reminded that he wasn't permitted to speak did little to stop him.
That time Weldon wasn't nearly as gentle and pinged both balls sharply.

	Even the second punishment didn't stop the boy.  When he opened his
mouth to beg to be released from the pen Weldon had had enough and instead
of using a single finger to ping his balls used a downward motion and
smacked the ball sac with three fingers in a sharp flick that made Ron cry
out in pain.  Not wanting the Quaker boy to hate him he patted him on the
head and rubbed his neck above the collar much like he would have rubbed
Punk.

	"You have a lot of work this morning.  I want every dog washed.
You need to pay close attention to their dicks and assholes.  If I don't
think you have done a good enough job, I'll lead you to every pen and watch
while you kiss those assholes.

	"There should be enough toothbrushes in the tack room to use a
different one for each dog.  We wouldn't want and bad breath to ruin the
experience now would we?

	"Punk and I will be playing out back.  I need to check out the spot
I want to use for the stable.  I'll be checking on you.

	"Don't forget Ron and Ray, you can skip their assholes since they
are plugged.  We need to give them more doggish names, something like Spike
and Spot.

	"Don't forget to clip the dogs' nails and clean their ears."

	For the next three hours Weldon attended to the dogs grooming each
one carefully; washing their fur, brushing teeth and clipping nails.  All
of the dogs were glad to have the attention and in turn paid attention to
him with their tongues and tried mating with him at every chance.  By the
time he reached Ron he was tired and grumpy from being wet and horny from
all the licking and lapping tongues.

	He was balky at being lead from one end of the barn to the other
but stayed still under the water and like the other dogs became erect as
Weldon washed his dick and balls.  He'd had so many dicks and balls in his
hands that Weldon thought little of the fact that Ron was showing signs of
wanting to mount him until he's turned to reach for a towel and the boy
tried grabbing him around the waist to pull him within distance of the
eleven inch monster that swung beneath him.

	Well aware that Donny was watching from less than thirty feet he
smacked the dog boy on the nose and once free flicked his hand at the head
of his dick.  Ron howled at the pain and tried getting away from Weldon but
the boy grabbed his collar and wouldn't let him move.  The Quaker boy broke
the rules and tried talking again and Weldon continued punishing his dick
and balls until he saw tears running down the boy's cheeks.  He gently
toweled the boy dry and combed his hair before Donny walked up beside them.

	"He needs a haircut."

	Ordering the boy to stay, Weldon went to get the clippers from the
tack room.  In case Donny ordered more he also picked up a razor and the
shaving cream they had stashed there when they'd shaved dog balls.  As he
walked back to the shower area he saw Donny giving his piss to the other
boy and anger flushed his entire body.  He couldn't wait for this
punishment to be over.

	"Use a number one and clip it all off except enough to grab onto at
his neck.  WE will want him having a handle for speed control.  Did you
give him a dog name?"

	"I've been thinking about the way he won't stop talking.  Perhaps
his name should be Fifi."

	"It might be more fitting if there was a pompom on the end of the
tail but so be it.

	"Are you finished?"

	"Yes."

	"No.  You haven't washed Punk."

	The last and youngest was the most difficult, Punk thought water
meant play.  Every time Weldon would try to get him under the shower the
pup would squirm away and run across the yard rolling in the dirt and
grass.  Finally Weldon did what he really hated doing but restrained the
dog with a choke leash and held him under the water until enough dirt and
grass was gone that he could shampoo the pup and carefully cleanse every
inch of the pure white body.  Wrapped warmly in a towel the pup laid on his
back while Weldon clipped and filed his nails.

	He refused to release the pup until they were inside the cabin
where he could go into his cage to lay down.  Worn out from playing with
Weldon and trailing after Donny the pup went to his bed and fell asleep.
His master sat outside the cage pleased with the young dog's progress yet
wondering how he would ever allow the grown up to fuck other men.

	"Are you done?"

	"No, I need to clean up the towels and put the other things away."

	"Take these two masks with you, Fifi and Rover should be wearing
them.  I'll be down to check the dogs in a few minutes."

	He was still trying to fasten the mask on Ray when Donny arrived.
As he had promised he checked each of the dogs thoroughly.  Pleased with
the job Weldon had done he allowed his boy a small drink of piss and a few
minutes licking his balls.

	"I've decided to get the Boxers we looked at yesterday.  Go get our
shorts and Ray's keys.  I'll get a couple leads, we can tie them in the
back so they can't jump."

	Rather than allow Weldon to lick and suck his balls on the trip he
had the boy face down in the passenger's well with his ass exposed to his
fingers.  For most of the fifteen mile drive Donny enjoyed the feel of the
ass grasping at his two fingers, at the entrance to the lane where he was
going to buy the Boxers he broke down and added a third finger knowing that
the doctor would be upset if he found out but overcome with his own desire
to fully possess the dog boy totally exposed to his whims.

	"We're here.  Put on your shorts and lick off my fingers."  Weldon
was still on the floor doing as ordered when Donny pulled to a stop.

Neither boy thought about the fact their chests were naked as they seldom
went anywhere except inside a store wearing a shirt.  That Weldon was
branded with DOG didn't cause either of them to think what the seller might
think as walked toward the pens where the dogs were being held.  The man
selling the Boxers was in his early forties but still well maintained, his
chest glistened from sweat and his shorts clung tightly to his damp body.

	Donny was the first to speak, hearing that the boys were back to
pay him cash for the dogs the man quit shoveling sawdust in the
wheel-barrow and turned to look at them.  The previous day the boys had
worn T-shirts due to the fact they had just left the bank so though the
shirt had been snug the man hadn't really seen their chests.  As he looked
at the boys Weldon saw the swelling in his shorts growing towards the
pocket.  How did they keep meeting men that were turned on to them or dogs?
Were they really that good looking or was the world they were travelling in
that small?

	"Glad to see you came back."  The seller was stating something that
both boys knew by that time.  Unless he was ordered, Weldon knew that he
would not be seeing more of what the man had hidden.

	"We're not going to be haggling are we?  I'm pretty set on the
prices I quoted you yesterday.  The vet was out this morning and I have the
papers showing a clean bill of health for both of them and the rest of my
dogs if you care to see it."

	"I think I should."

	"Okay let's go in the house, I set them on the table, I have a
buyer for the Grand Pyrenees coming by this evening and she wants to see
the whole stack of papers."

	"Weldon, go get the dogs used to your scent.  I'll be back in a few
minutes."

	The seller was impressed with the ease at which Donny ordered the
other boy around and was getting the impression that they were more than
just friends.

	"Does he always do what you tell him?"

	"To the T, if he doesn't he knows he will have to pay for his
disobe-dience."

	"Why?"

	"You saw the brand on his chest.  He is my dog and like a dog needs
to have discipline to keep him happy, not that I abuse him I just make sure
he knows what I want.  If he were allowed to run loose he would get in so
much trouble I would never be able to get it straightened out."

	"So he's your slave?"

	"Yes."  Seeing the opened mouth look on the seller's face Donny
continued.  "Does that shock you?  That boy will do anything I tell him.
He thinks he is in love but he is honestly just a submissive finding his
place in the world."

	"Which is?"

	"Right now his place is where I tell him it is."

	"Are you two gay?"  The question had barely escaped the man's lips
when he turned away as if ashamed to have asked or afraid to hear the
answer.

	"We are.  Does that make a difference to me buying the Boxers?
They will be well cared for and fed.  Their pens will be larger than what
they have here and they will get loving attention."

	"Is that code for 'they will get fucked'?"

	"No dogs get fucked on my farm.  If they want to fuck the boys
there that is something else, but I do not allow the abuse of any animal."

	"Like I told you yesterday, Roger has been trying to hump my leg
for the last few months.  Charlie seems satisfied to lick his own balls and
dick.

	"We mostly go naked around the farm, is either dog going to be
trying to get their tongues busy?

	"Probably.  They both get their noses in my crotch when they are in
the house or I'm spending a lot of time with them.  Is that a problem?"
Donny couldn't read the expression on the man's face and tried to stay
neutral when he answered.

	"We're used to that.  We already have seven male dogs and they all
get their noses in the way.  Why are you selling these guys anyway?"

	"I'm being transferred to New York City and I don't want to commute
to the suburbs so I have to get rid of all the dogs except for Skippy who
is too old to get used to a new owner.

	"Here's their paperwork, as you can see Doc Jenkins says they are
free of any diseases and in overall good health."  The man had bent down to
pet the old Cocker Spaniel showing off his ass to Donny, whether by chance
or on purpose he didn't know.

	"You said you have their pedigree papers also?"

	"Right, are you going to be using them for breeding"

	"I don't think so, but I do sell horse sperm so if I find a market
I may sell theirs, too.  Is their pedigree good enough people might want to
buy it?"

	"It's good but not the best in the world, they don't have any grand
champions in the last few generations.  You won't have any trouble
collecting sperm from them.  They both love having their dicks
manipulated."

	"That's good to know.  Do they need the scent of a female to get
them going?"  Donny was getting close to the real reason he was buying them
and wasn't too sure he wanted the man knowing about that.

	"No, they pop out as soon as you rub their hind legs."

	He decided it was worth a gamble, "like you, they like boys?"

	"You never know exactly what a dog wants, but they certainly have
always responded well to men."

	"And you?"

	"I usually like older men.  But seeing the two of you walk up to
the kennel today I'm not convinced that I shouldn't give boy ass a try."
He had kept his face turned away as he said the last but Donny was certain
that his dick was betraying his real desires.

	"I like them younger than me.  So I guess we don't have anything
more than a love of dogs in common.  If the man was going to want anything
other than a sale he was going to have to work harder than this to get it.

	"Let's go load them up."

	When they got to the kennel Weldon was on his knees almost face to
face with Roger.  The Boxer brindle seemed to have decided that he liked
the boy and was pushing against the fence in his attempt to get closer.
Not too surprisingly the pink point of his cock had started to emerge from
the sheath.  Donny was sure he had bought at least one dog that would be
happy on the farm.

	"Have you spent all your time here or did you bond with the other
Boxer, too?"

	"Charlie was happy to see me.  He was not quite as enthusiastic as
Roger has been, but both boys seemed to like me."

	The seller had walked up to within a few inches of Weldon.  He
reached through a hole in the gate to pet the big dog and purposely rubbed
his shorts and hard dick against the boy still on his knees.  Weldon looked
at Donny to see if there was an order but seeing nothing he started to move
back from the man and gate.

	"You can suck my dick if you want.  Like I was telling your master
I usually like older men but for some reason the pair of you has me rock
hard and seeping pre-cum."  Again Weldon looked at Donny to see if he was
being ordered to service the dick whose heat he could feel through the
denim.

	"I don't think it's happening today.  All of my boys misbehaved
last night and today they are being punished.  So Weldon doesn't get the
pleasure of finding out what your dick tastes like but he will offer his
appreciation by licking your feet.

	"Get on it boy."  Weldon had his tongue and mouth on the man within
a few seconds.  Although feet and toes were more of a 'thing' for Ray,
Weldon had licked all the toes on the farm and except for the sawdust on
the size fourteens under his tongue was not bothered at all by the order.
The almost finger length toes invited his attention and he soon had sucked
all ten and cleaned the feet themselves.

	"Get over here, dog."  Without rising Weldon moved to Donny who was
pointing at his ass and slowly letting his shorts fall to his knees and
then to the ground.  Weldon did as his master wanted and had his tongue
between the boy's cheeks performing the duty lovingly in front of the near
stranger.

	"My cock is waiting for you.  Get down there with my slave and make
me feel good."

	The man looked around, who he was expecting to see Donny had no
idea and didn't care.  He only had the head of the dick in his mouth when
Donny reached behind his head and pulled him all the way down his hard
eight inches.  Expecting the man to gag he loosened his grip but there was
no sign that he wouldn't be able to allow the dick into his throat without
some adjustment.

	With a tongue in his ass and his cock in a mouth Donny stood still
and let the man and boy service him.  Roger looked at the boy as if he
completely understood what was happening in front of him.  Perhaps he did,
his cock had fully emerged from its sheath and he was standing on his back
legs, his front legs on the fence.

	"I think Roger wants you to tell him goodbye."

	The seller turned towards the dog seeing the dick on the other side
of the fence.  He never let Donny escape from his mouth.  He began sucking
harder and faster, perhaps egged on by the sight or perhaps by the
possibility the dog had shown him.  Donny was in no hurry and holding
Weldon's head back for a few minutes let the stranger work on his dick.

	"Are you going to suck that dog dick?"

	The man shook his head as much as he could with his mouth full.
Understanding the motion Donny looked down at Weldon and motioned him
inside the pen.  The man stopped his sucking for a few seconds when he saw
what was happening but the eight inches he was servicing took all his
attention and he said nothing.  Whether it was doing the boy or the
glimpses he saw of Weldon sucking the dog the man soon lost his load in his
shorts and was no longer interested in sucking dick.  He pulled away and
stood beside Donny as they watched Weldon struggle with the dick in his
mouth that had been leaking cum from the minute it had first entered him.

	"Do you make him suck off all your dogs?"

	"He's done four of the seven and this will be the fifth.  I'd
rather the dog was fucking him but that has to wait a few more weeks."
Donny didn't explain the reason and the man seemed to accept the comment
without any questions.  Roger had dropped to all four feet and Weldon had
managed to go along with him as the dog belong a furious humping of his
mouth and throat bruising his lips with the knot that the boy wouldn't let
inside.

	"He's swallowing all that shit the dog dumps with his semen?"

	"He knows better than to lose one drop."

	"I'm glad he's found a good home.  Charlie will be happy too.  I've
had to keep him penned for so long because he tried raping the neighbor's
kids.  If he's going to be getting regular sex he'll be the best dog you
have ever seen.  Besides that I think his dick is a little thicker and
longer than Roger's although I can honestly say I've never measured them."

	"Weldon, are you done in there?  We need to get moving."  Roger
followed the boy right up into the truck where a lead that would keep him
from moving much was attached as the buyer and seller went to get Charlie.
The second Boxer was a gorgeous honey-brown with perfect white markings.
When he saw Weldon in the bed of the truck he jumped in and nuzzled against
the boy.  With Charlie secured Weldon climbed from the bed of the truck and
headed towards his seat.

	With the door opening he heard Donny telling him to drop the shorts
and to come around the truck and tell the man goodbye.  He wasn't too shy
but the idea that he was being deliberately displayed for the man did cause
him to blush.  With the chastity lock around his cock and balls he had no
chance to get hard but the clear plastic showed his soft cock to the man
and he received a pat on the ass as he turned back to get in the truck.