Date: Fri, 22 Feb 2008 16:13:24 -0600
From: charles Turner <cbru49@gmail.com>
Subject: Home Again: Going to Work 13

Warning! Warning!  What follows is a story of dog on male sex,
dominance,Homo-sexuality, watersports and various other alternative sexual
practices. If it is illegal in your area to read about this close the page
and write your congressperson.  If you are disturbed by this type of
activities I hope you find something more to your tastes elsewhere.  This
is the continuing tale of Dan, Rafa, Cho, Sean and Ivan, various other dogs
and people and is within a months of the present time; from this point
onward I hope this will be the story of Chase and TP.  As I've stated
before, I will allow those that wish to believe this is fiction to do so
but I will attempt to tell the story the best I can remember it happening.

Going To Work 13

TP arrived at 6:oo PM as arranged. There was a light snow falling, medium
winds and the temperature was about 30 degrees.  With the hardships he
faced he still followed his orders and standing on the porch stripped off
his clothes, fastened an old collar that had belonged to Griff around his
neck, slid the butt plug with tail in his ass, got down on all fours and
slid his hands into the leather mittens I had given him on that Wednesday.
There is no way I can see out the windows or door without being noticed,
but over Thanksgiving weekend we had installed a video camera that let me
see everything that happens so I was sitting at the computer watching TP
prepare himself to become my dog/boy.  What he didn't know was that his
weekend was going to be filled with surprises, for both of us.

During the two months TP and I have been learning about each other I have
come to the conclusion that I enjoy having a slave.  Not just a slave, but
a slave that has desires similar to mine concerning dogs and piss.  There
is only one thing missing in this life with a slave and that is a nice dick
to suck when the urge comes over me.  All that has meant is that I will not
commit to monogamy, as if the relationship might ever progress to such a
place.  Seeing TP on Wed-nesday, Friday, Saturday and half of Sunday leaves
me time alone with the wolf-hounds to fulfill my own anal needs without my
slave being forced to witness me under a dog.  Watching TP learn the joy of
the canine and having his long tongue worship me has been almost enough,
but I have really enjoyed using him as an urinal and he has become adept at
both drinking piss and taking it up his ass and holding it.

Back to TP.  With the thick leather mittens enclosing his fingers he
fumbled to ring the doorbell the required three long and three short times.
I had counted on him having trouble and used the time to move from my
office to the living room, carefully closing the door behind me.  TP's
father had been called out of town at the last minute and was unable to
arrange for Halsey to travel with him, so I had been dog sitting the
shepard since I returned from visiting TP on Thursday morning.  Rosey had
wanted to come over and give the Admiral his butt, but I had my own needs
and wasn't ready to share the stud.  Admiral Halsey didn't fuck me like he
did Rosey, but I was very heartily bred and contented when TP rang the
doorbell.

I don't like being predictable with TP, but there is one exception and that
is the first thing he gets before entering the trailor is a full load of
hot piss directly from the source.  I have found that I can tell his entire
attitude about the weekend just from his reaction to that very first load
of liquid waste.  If he coughs or gags there is going to be a lot of
discipline necessary, if he smiles at me after swallowing he is ready for
anything and if he nuzzles against my leg he is just going through the
motions until we get to our Sunday loving.  That Friday I wasn't going to
give him a chance to show a reaction, I was in the mood for his tongue
burrowing into my ass and was going to present it to him before he could
lick the last drops of piss from my dick.

Drained, I bent over and spread my cheeks to TP's talented tongue, for two
months I had been exercising it ever chance I got.  I wanted to be sure
that he would satisfy the itch I have to feel my ass squeezing down on and
pulling at his tongue.  There is no doubt in my mind that he still hopes he
will one day force his tongue up deep enough to find a turd sliding down to
meet him.  He had told me about that desire the first day we met and I had
been gently putting off the moment when I might succomb to the desire
because of my own squimishness?  That Friday I was not yet ready to give
him what he wanted, but I tried hard to feed him a fresh fart and surprised
myself when I was able to do so almost effortlessly and with no guilt.

Only after that did I allow TP to enter the trailor and sit by the
fireplace to warm up.  It was a pleasant evening of training.  When TP
obeyed his orders well he was allowed to lick my ass, when he goofed he had
to lick Sean or Ivan's filthy holes.  The three of them ate their Alpo
while I had a quick dinner that I'd brought home from TP's favorite
restaurant, Halsey had been fed in the office and TP had yet to see him.
When I let the wolfhounds out to relieve themselves I sent TP out in the
snow and cold without bundling up, while he was out back I let Halsey join
me in the livingroom.  He stayed by the fireplace when I let the three dogs
into the washroom. I locked Sean and Ivan in for the night and led TP
through the kitchen to the livingroom until he was face to face with his
father's stud.

"Greet him properly, dog/boy."  TP was and is still afraid of Halsey, his
father had always kept the dog as a personal guard dog and he had learned
to get between the boy and father when they argued.  The Admiral was a
different dog without his master around, he wasn't exactly playful but he
relaxed and acted like a pet.  When TP lowered his nose to sniff at the
white shepard's ass Halsey responded in kind and the two went around in
circles sniffing and licking at each other.

"Do you know his scent now, TP?"  TP answered with a single bark that let
me know he thought he was familiar with Halsey's smell.  "Lick his balls
and when they are good and wet, suck them."  Halsey is one of the few dogs
that I have ever seen that doesn't need to be restrained when a man first
licks and sucks his balls.  He has been trained well.

The pink tip of Halsey's dick started to poke out of his sheath before I
ordered my dog to suck it.  After a warning growl that his dick was tender
the shepard stood almost motionless for the mouth that was gobbling every
centimeter of purple shaft that it could accommodate.  TP's lips were about
to touch the shaggy sheath when I grabbed the butt plug and left his ass
gaping wide.  In seconds I plunged my dick the entire way upto the balls
inside my boy and fucked him with no particular technique other than raw
passion and pistonlike pounding.  I hadn't expected that watching TP suck
his father's dog's ball would excite me so much, but after the training
session and mild abuse Halsey may have been the cream on the cake.

The shepard came before I did and was busy licking his dick when I withdrew
and commanded TP to lick his shit off my cock.  Seeing me take his position
the Admiral leapt up and took mine, like I said he's well trained and only
needed one false attempt at entry.  I've always enjoyed watching him mount
the subs at any of the parties where I've seen him, yet somehow mounting TP
was different and I just wanted to sit and watch him for the entire night.
As TP finished licking me clean I let go a geyser of piss that flooded his
mouth and ran out over his face, an unforgiveable sin in my book; waste not
want not.  TP tried licking the piss from my legs and the floor but Halsey
was moving him around with the ease of a boy with a rag doll.  Watching
dog/boy and stud I understood something that I hadn't even considered a day
earlier, if I let him free TP would move on to no longer having a human in
his life just dogs.

Just as the two nights he had mounted me and many others Halsey dismounted
after one hard fuck, tieing to TP for fiteen minutes and then resting.  Why
Rosey was the only person he continued fucking until he was drained dry is
a mystery.  As soon as the shepard pulled his receding knot from TP's ass I
filled him with a fist sized butt plug I'd recently bought to make the boy
retain all the dog cum and human piss he could hold.  The rest of the
evening was a quiet time of petting and training so that my slave wasn't
too tired when our visitors arrived the next day.

When we went to bed that night I used one of the three punishments that had
ever seemed to bother TP. Instead of allowing him to sleep in my bed and
cuddle he was shut in a wire cage where he couldn't even see me.
Unfortunately this is also a punishment for me since I enjoy using his
mouth to lick and fill my ass during the night, with him being off for two
weeks from school I was too bothered by losing one night.  When the alarm
went off the next morning he crawled onto the bed and began our Saturday
doing his duty in a more subdued manner than ever, but still he managed to
inch deep inside in his constant search for a stronger taste of my waste.

TP was still working his tongue around my shit chute when the doorbell
rang.  Without getting dressed he headed into the living room to answer the
door not knowing that his entire life was about to begin changing in ways
he would forever remember.  I threw on an old kilt my mother's uncle had
given me, I find it convenient to wear when I'm in a rush to get dressed,
undressed or want my ass licked in front of other people.

Dr. Dick and Rosey sat at the kitchen table and had a couple cups of coffee
while TP was outside relieving himself of the liquids in his butt and
bladder.  We had discussed the procedures they were going to perform
several times so there was just a light conversation about TP's willingness
and me being sure I wanted to proceed.  Just thinking about what was to
come I had a full erection straining under the wool of my kilt and would
have flipped it out to stroke if I didn't know that as soon as I did that
Rosey would be on his knees.  That was a load that I intended to sit on
TP's waiting tongue.

After I let TP back in and rubbed his back and chest to warm him up a
little Dr. Dick got impatient and said that he needed to get moving.
Opening up his black bag and pulling out a small, clear plastic bag he
showed me the GPS tracking chip he intended to insert under the skin of
TP's shoulder.  He had programed the chip with all the relevant
information, including the owner's name, phone number and address.  We had
decided on using the chips that are used to identify horses rather than
children because of ownership not paternity.  With TP's arms on the table
it took Dr. Dick less than thirty seconds to get the chip in place and
ready for testing.  When TP saw the readout that claimed ownership, address
and status he looked surprised that I would actually go so far as to make a
statement like the chip did, when he heard that I could track his every
trip no matter how short with the chip a smile crossed his face that I
can't explain except to say that he was glad to know that I finally
admitted to owning him.

There wasn't a hard copy of the data, but Dr. Dick promised TP that if he
stopped at the office he would give him one.  I didn't intend for the
dog/boy to have the time he would need for a few days, I had more visitors
planned that weekend that would be taking up his time.  After Dr. Dick and
Rosey left, TP tried snuggling against me like he wanted loving not mastery
but I refused to allow it, it didn't matter to me that it was Christmas
vacation.  Well, it really did, I was giving TP many of the things that
would let him known that he had value as a slave, unexpected things that
would let TP know that his status was secure.  For most of the rest of the
day I didn't treat TP any differently than I normally would on a Saturday.
We were making dinner when Terry and Bob rang the door-bell, I hadn't
warned TP that they would be by, the only pre-warning was that we were
making enough food for four.

Terry is a medical student at the University and Bob is a part-time tattoo
artist, part-time cadaver/body part finder.  They seem like unlikely
partners, but they are the most contented gay couple I know.  They met each
other in high school and have been together ever since.  I've talked with
both of them privately and they insist that they have never had the
slightest desire to cheat.  They wouldn't ever fit into the crowd at
Albert's parties except for their willingness to watch other men submit to
dogs and horses.  When Bob had learned what the stars he was putting on
Rosey signified he negotiated his services against a free show for he and
Terry.  I never saw it, but Bob and Terry supposedly were so turned on by
the show they put on their own show of oral technique for Rosey.  He
insists that their dicks are the biggest he has ever seen, claiming that if
he had that much dick at home he wouldn't be out doing half the horses in
the tri-county area.

Neither Bob nor Terry is much of a cook, they are always out in the
restaurants eating and would do almost anything for a homecooked meal.  Bob
had tattooed half of Dr. Dick's patients with an id number inside their
mouth and Terry had given half their owners penicilian shots.  What I had
discussed with the couple and decided upon was more elaborate and was
costing me a bit more than a single meal.  While dinner was baking there
was a small and short disagreement between Bob and Terry, Bob wanted to
wait until after dinner to do his tattooing and Terry thought he should do
his part before we ate.  I assured them they could do the work they had
promised just as they wanted and it wouldn't bother me or my slave.  If Bob
thought TP wasn't going to be able to sit once he was finished and Terry
thought eating might interfere with the mild anesthetia he was going to use
they were welcome to do what I'd asked at separate times.

I hadn't explained to TP why I'd had him set up a table with white sheets
and restraints in the middle of the living room, but now that Terry was
ready to transform him into a true dog/boy I had him lie on the table and
fastened the cuffs that would hold him down.  TP's mind and body
immediately thought that he was to experience something new sexually, all
three of us standing around him could see his nipples harden and then a
flush cross his face and finally his dick stand at full strength.  Bob and
Terry started to tease me about being happy with such a little dick, when I
explained that other than on an odd occasion TP's dick wasn't involved in
our sex play they backed off and began applying the anesthetia around his
groin and any place that Terry thought he might need to put a stitch.  I
had explained to Terry that I didn't want TP to know what was happening
until he was finished so before he began fitting the sheath he'd fashioned
from deer skin he placed a hood over the top of TP's head covering his
eyes.

Terry would have liked to cover more of TP's legs and ass than I wanted,
but when I objected he trimmed the hide he was using so that it only
extended an inch beyond his balls.  The tanned side of the hide was against
TP's skin and the hairy side faced out.  Terry had prepoked holes through
the hide so when he put a stitch through TP's skin there was no hard
pulling. Quickly my slave was transformed from a naked boy into a dog/boy
with a furry sheath covering his dick.  When we sat down to eat his crotch
looked almost as natural as Halsey's.  I could tell that TP was in pain,
but if he'd had to sit after what was yet to come he would have been more
miserable.

TP had barely cleared the dinner dishes when Bob had him climb up on the
table in the living room.  Watching TP posing on the table like a pure
breed would have made me laugh, except I knew that he was soon to be marked
with a reminder of each dog that he had given his ass.  TP was enamored of
Rosey's stars and had expressed his desire to be similarly marked.  I had
refused to copy the stars up one side and down the other but talking with
Bob I had come to the decision that we could start TP off with pink
triangles with the first initial of each dog circling his waist and legs.
If the area was ever filled a choice could then be made if I wanted to
continue up his torso or down his legs.

When Bob learned that I had popped TP's cherry he insisted that he be
allowed to add a larger triangle that would hold all three of my initials.
I hadn't planned on marking TP that way since I had the plan to implant the
GPS chip in place.  The ownership that a triangle containing my initials
running into the rim around his ass implied was too much to resist, I
okayed the idea.