Date: Sun, 6 Mar 2011 18:38:22 -0800 (PST) From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com> Subject: (13) BRIAN'S AMAZINGLY FAST TRANSFORMATION Chapter 13 by Donny Mumford BRIAN'S AMAZINGLY FAST TRANSFORMATION Chapter 13 by Donny Mumford Mikey and me are in the locker room on all fours, wearing dog collars, but nothing else. Brett's standing over us holding our leashes waiting for the whistle that will begin the review. About twenty-five men from boy-toy/dawg training groups, like the Knight's, are in the viewing stands to evaluate how well Junior's done with his doggie training of brainwashed boy-toys, meaning me and the fat boy-toy, Bart, who I've yet to see. Mikey's an assistant to Brett, who's an assistant to Junior, so that puts Mikey in a low position, just a step ahead of dawgs like me, and that's why he's right next to me, and not next to Brett. Fortunately for Mikey he just needs to go through a few inspections, which is nothing compared to what me and the other boy-toy will need to endure. Junior acted nervous when he was in here a few minutes ago, and somehow I annoyed him so he'd drifted over to me, lifted under my chin to raise my head, and said, "Open your mouth," and when I did he drooled a long string of his saliva into my mouth. "Swallow!" was his command, and I did... it's no biggie to me, really. I think Junior is awesome! Come to think of it, I wish Brett and Mikey would do that to me too. Mikey watched Junior spit in my mouth so maybe he'll pick-up on it. Brett's looking jumpy too, and guess who pays the price for that? All I'm doing is shrugging my shoulders, loosening-up a little 'cause that last unnecessary and totally unexpected move by Junior' has me a little ampted-up. Brett pulls on my leash, and yells at me, "Be still!" then gives me a couple of, "WHACK!! WHACKs!!" on my bare ass with the paddle. My hind-legs hop twice, then settle down and I concentrate on being very still. I think I heard a quiet giggle from Mikey when my ass was being paddled, which isn't cool of him at all! Brett's dressed in nicely pressed shorty shorts that show off most of his nice thighs, the shorts are very tight and his large package bulges at the crotch. On top he's wearing a very tight, purple, sleeveless Tee; low cut sneakers on his feet... no socks. The evil paddle protrudes from his back pocket. This is the uniform assistant trainees wear; assistants to assistant trainees, like Mikey, don't really count as far as the big deals who run things in these groups are concerned, so he's naked like me. Junior is wearing regular tan cargo shorts and a short-sleeve, white, Polo golf shirt. Black high top sneakers with white socks on his feet... I think he looks cool, sexy, and good enough to eat. Brett too; I feel so much different about him now then I did that time I first met him at the Goodwill store. Hey, that makes me wonder if the clothes the boys are wearing are second-hand? Then... there's the whistle, a hard tug on our leashes and a "Whack!" on my ass gets us moving... another giggle from Mikey. I gotta admit, I'm curious about this whole show. Apparently Junior didn't know it was going to happen until yesterday, I didn't even know there was another club or organization like the Knights... what type club it this anyway? I've heard BDSM references, and master/slave relationships discussed in a general way between Brett and Mikey, but I didn't pay it much mind. Initially I thought my misfortune was all about 'pay back' from Junior for the time I mocked him at the golf club; that was over a year ago. Now I see it's a hobby, a BDSM club of some sort where they recruit and brainwash submissive persons. Hell, I wasn't submissive until I ran into the Knight brothers; of course, being poor didn't do anything to build up my self image either; it was sorta 'the perfect storm' that caused me to end up here, but don't get me started on that. Anyway, I gotta focused on what's happening now; there are twenty-five older men sitting in the bleachers, somehow all of them projecting an arrogance that almost palpable. How do they do that?! Right away I spot Junior's father and grandfather. I see the father at work from time to time, of course, although he never acknowledges me. I haven't seen the grandfather since that fateful day behind the Goodwill store. They're both looking as stoic and scary as ever. Mikey must have spotted them now too as he stiffens and leans into me, going, "Oh!" which gets him a "WHACK!! WHACK!!" on his ass... he quietly goes, "Ow! Ow!" as Brett's hissing, "No sounds of any kind!" The father and grandfather are short of stature, like Junior and Brett, with nice facial features, same neat haircuts as the boys; the father has dark brown hair like his sons, while the grandfather has gray hair with a monk's bald spot at the crown. They're both wearing too-tight skinny-leg, faded, jeans that are surely second-hand items from the Goodwill store. On top they both have too-tight white t-shirts; the father's flat-bellied, and the grandfather's pot-bellied. Cowboy boots on both, and they're both crossing their legs in that effeminate manner where the top leg is crossed over the knee of the bottom leg, like you see women cross their legs. Even from here I can see their bulging crotches so they're both hung like horses, like Junior and especially, like Brett. Stoic, stern, mean looking men; the grandfather showing the nose of a heavy drinker with many red squiggly veins spoiling what otherwise is a decent face, for a grandfather that is. Neither of them is looking at me; the father's staring at Brett with perhaps a look of pride, the grandfather is staring at Mikey with perhaps a look of lust. Scary. The other door opens and Junior comes out with his twenty-two year old boy-toy; a college student who's a student teacher at the high school Junior goes to. The men in the stands give Junior a polite hand; he's like them, a trainer of boy-toy submissives. I glance up at Brett who doesn't seem upset that no one applauded him when he entered the gym, in fact Brett's clapping for Junior too. Junior nods at the men in the stands, then pulls forcefully on the leash to get his boy-toy moving quickly towards the spot Brett has positioned me and Mikey. This large dawg is really something to see! I'm fixated on sixteen year old Junior at the moment, or is he seventeen now? Whatever, he looks so handsome! His natural facial expression is cute, attractive, striking, and more; I guess that qualifies as handsome. Running my tongue around in my mouth, savoring a lingering taste of his saliva, I realize that I'm still very attracted to him, but even more so to Brett, and even Mikey. I fall for my dominant trainer/sex-partners, apparently; Brett and Mikey are the ones I'm mostly with so it's only natural I'd feel closer to them than Junior. In fact, Brett's as cute as Junior, only younger, which gives him the edge, and that thought has my tiny dick moving and firming up a tad causing the teeth of my chastity device to graze the skin of my penis. Glancing back at the father and grandfather in the bleachers is all it takes to get my dick to go flaccid, and thus relieve the pricking of the teeth. When this sharp-toothed chastity device is on my cock the length of my penis is humiliating short, at about one inch; the rest is curled up inside my groin staying clear of the teeth. I've heard that's not the case for Junior's boy-toy who's suppose to be really hung, his body is enormous, for one thing, which doesn't surprise me because they've been referring to his fat condition right from the start. Mikey and Brett watched Junior training this big dawg when I'm at the dog groomers, and Mikey's mentioned how huge the guy is, but he never mention how hairy he is. I thought they were kidding when they said Junior's having his dawg rubbed down with Rogaine daily, as well as making him ingest Procerin tablets; both to stimulate hair growth. I gotta say, it's really been effective... hair covers most of this guy's flabby body. He's almost as hairy as a real dog... a really big dog! I'm guessing close to three hundred pounds which means his legs and arms are too fat to be tied-up like mine are, so he's on all fours in a regular hands and knees position, like Mikey is... the lucky bastards. The hair on this other dawg's head is shaggy and long, the same length all over. He's wearing a dildo tail that curves up and over his back about two feet, and his face is mostly covered with a dog-face muzzle that has floppy, St. Bernard type, dog's ears. He really looks like a dog. He's lined up with Mikey and me now and I see his penis for the first time... it's enormous, just like I thought it would be. Junior's put a cock ring at the base of his dawg's ten inch boner, but the ring's almost hidden, embedded in his swollen cock. It's obviously his cock's been power pumped to get the maximum size and hardness possible... his boner is looking very thick and heavy as it bobs between his legs with each step. The guy's eyes are out of focus and I'm thinking Junior's got his dawg totally fucked-up on poppers. I think the big dawg's name is Bart, although I've heard him referred to by other names too. He swings his large head around to look at me, his vision seems to clear a little, and we exchange a weird, wordless, togetherness... I think. His muzzle covers his whole face except an opening for his eyes and nose; there's probably a tongue gag involved that's forcing his tongue to the bottom of his mouth, like the dog muzzle had that I was forced to wear during my enema. He gives me another look and this time I'm not sure what he's conveying; I can't interpret the look, but forced to guess I'd say it's like the look in the grandfather's eyes... a look of lust! Can that be? Glancing over at Mikey beside me, he gives me a look like, "Can you believe this shit?" I roll my eyes like I agree, but at the same time I'm worried; worried about the alpha dog contest that I need to participate in with this big dog next to me. I mean, after seeing this monster, I know who's gonna be the alpha dog, but how painful is it gonna be for me to be fucked by a dick that big? Junior says, "Paws up!" Bart and I immediately roll over getting our arms up, bent at the elbows with limp wrists, and our legs in the air, knees spread wide displaying our private parts. Bart's huge legs bend at the knees while mine are already bent at the knees, my ankles tied to my thighs. Mikey, totally unused to the move, collides with me getting on his back, and then holds his arms and legs straight up in the air without bending any of them at the joint. He's knows the proper way to do this because he's had me do it a hundred times, but he's nervous and screwing things up. Brett immediately pushes behind Mikey's thighs, rolling his ass up off the floor... the pin pong paddle swiftly follows, "WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!" really letting Mikey's ass have it. "Do it the right way!" Brett snarls, "You're making me look bad!" Mikey looks over at me with tears in his eyes and immediately realizes his mistake, and gets in the correct paws-up position, his knees spread so wide his left knee touches mine, and it gives me a nice feeling of brothers doing something together. Bart's like an inanimate object, seemingly totally uninterested in what's going on, but I blame that on the poppers which will wear off soon enough. Brett's standing at attention now as the men begin lining up to walk past us; Junior first. He leans down to pat Mikey's closely cropped head as if to reassure him. With me he reaches in to pull my scrotum out to it's full length, over eight inches. He flicks a finger at my one inch dick, a frown on his face, like, "What the fuck?" Then he strokes Bart's boner, which has lost a little bit of stiffness. Junior strokes it quickly until it's once again lifting off the floor; that big salami's so hard it's sticking straight out. Junior nods his approval at that, while Bart's eyes never leave Junior's face. I wonder a goofy thought: "Wonder what subject Bart's a student teacher in? Won't it be awesome if Junior's in the guy's class?!" The grandfather follows Junior in line, but he gets no further than Mikey, staring at him for a whole minute before turning to his son, Brett's father, and saying, "He's so pretty! Remember all his wavy blond hair Brett cut off his head at Goodwill?" The father nods that he remembers, but doesn't speak. The grandfather kneels down in front of Mikey, who's looking scared and horrified in equal amounts. The grandfather murmurs to Mikey, "Easy little girl, don't squirm," as he plays with Mikey's limp four inch penis, stroking the foreskin on and off the head, staring into Mikey's eyes in a hypnotic manner. When Mikey's dick gets hard, the grandfather says, "Feel good, little girl?" Mikey's spellbound and just stares back with a deer-in-the-headlights expression. The grandfather fondles my brother's balls, then reaches over to rub his stubble-length hair, asking, "Sweetie, I love your haircut, did ya get it cut at my nephew's shop?" Mikey mumbles, "Yes, sir," in kind of a trance. The grandfather's still slowly stroking Mikey's boner, then he gives a smile that's kind of chilling, leans way over and kisses Mikey's belly, then each nipple. Finally, with surprising dexterity, he hops up on his feet, and says to Junior, "I'll need this one for a sleep-over real soon, is she trained well enough for that?" Junior says, "Grandfather, that's Brett's assistant, Mikey O'Rielly. He's not in the regular training program at all." The grandfather's past Mikey, in front of me now, frowning at the contrast between my eight inch long scrotum and one inch penis. He shakes his head, like a fly's buzzing around it, then turns back to Junior, points to Mikey quickly, and says, "I'm quite taken by that one's prettiness, you and Brett should be able to indoctrinate him enough to accommodate a night in bed with me." Junior looks unsure of himself so the grandfather snaps, "Fer christ sakes, it's only one night... it's not like I'm gonna hurt him; far from it!" Junior looks at Mikey, then glances at Brett, who does an almost imperceptible shrug, and says, "Yes, sir!" Mikey's eyes are really squinting now, like they do when he's stressed, but I don't know, the idea of Mikey sleeping with that scary old guy sorta strikes me as funny; totally unexpected, but maybe Mikey will appreciate a little more all I go through if he experiences some unpleasantness himself. The grandfather's back to studying me; he points at my one inch dick, and chuckles to Junior, "You're kidding me, right?" Junior's deadly serious, he replies, "We had no idea he had an infantile penis intitially, and then once we'd started him in the program you've taught us to follow through." The grandfather rubs his oldest grandson's head, then mumbles, "Plus it good for some laughs too, huh?" The other Mr. Knight, Junior's father, is studying Mikey closely while grandfather humiliates me. When no one's talking, Mr. Knight asks Mikey, "You like my boy?" meaning Brett, I suppose. Mikey's scared, I can tell by his voice as he timidly answers, "Yes, sir," Mr. Knight says, "Stand up!" and Mikey hurries to obey, getting at a stiff 'attention' position. There follows a detailed inspection of Mikey's body with Mr. Knight's hands all over my brother. Mikey's boner went soft seconds after the grandfather stopped stroking it, so it's a limp four inches during this inspection. Mr. Knight fondles it briefly, then says, "Turn around, boy, and spread 'em." Mikey turns around, reaching back to spread his buttocks making Mr. Knight chuckle, then says, "You're suppose to bend forward when you spread 'em, son! Brett, give me that paddle." Mikey's bent forward now, spreading his ass cheeks as much as he can... his anus stretches sideways. Mr, Knight winds-up and brings that paddle around fast and hard catching Mikey's ass on the upswing, "SPLATT!!!" Mikey yells, "OWWW! and stumbles forward a few steps with Mr. Knight right behind him, "SPLAT! WHACK! WHACK!!" knocking Mikey over, who then begins crawling away from the paddling as fast as he can scrabble on his hands and knees. Sucking on his lips, making a face, then adjusting his growing crotch, Mr. Knight hands the paddle back to Brett, who has a surprised look on his face. Brett's father says, "Just tenderizing your boy a little bit, start him off in the upcoming training with an okay attitude... your grandfather wants a willing sleeping partner." Mr Knight's sneering, and I think he thinks he's chuckling, but it's more of a sinister sound than a chuckle. "Junior and you gotta get that pretty thing ready for your grandfather, and that means scaring him a little so he goes along with what we want, ya know, son?" Brett's extremely attentive to his father, "Yes, sir!" Mr. Knight makes a face like he's exasperated, then points at Mikey, saying to Brett, "Get him back over here, son," and Brett jumps into action. As we're all watching the drama it occurs to me the the two senior Knight men are also the senior members of this bizarre BDSM organization that's watching this from the bleachers. Brett walks swiftly to were Mikey's cowering against the wall, but he doesn't paddle Mikey further. Brett's full of surprises, not the least of which is his insight, which is far in advance of his years. He realizes what's needed here and he talks quietly to Mikey, while petting him like Mikey's a nervous puppy. Shortly Mikey's calmed down enough to walk back, and then get at attention in front of Mr. Knight again. Mr. Knight's as smug as ever, he raises his eyebrow, then does something with his lips as if to say, "Yes, what is it?" to Mikey, who says quietly, "Thank you for teaching me the proper way to spread 'em, sir." Mr. Knight changes his facial expression and is now looking at Brett, like, "Well, okay, Brett... good job!" and Brett beams. To Mikey, Mr. Knight says, "Turn around and spread 'em," which Mikey does correctly this time. The man bends over and peers closely at Mikey's anus. I glance up and notice all the men, including the grandfather, are fixated on Mr. Knight who's leaning in closer so that the tip of his nose is between the lips of Mikey's asshole. He says, "Spread em' wider, boy!" Mikey's humiliated, red from his chest to the top of his buzzed head, I've never seen a blush like this on him before... he's spreading his buttocks so hard I'm worried his anus will tear. Mr. Knight gets the tip of his nose in my brother asshole, then gets it in about a half inch before raising his hands, and the men all applaud that. What the fuck??? Out comes the tip of his nose, a brown dot at the very tip... he pinches it with his thumb and forefinger, then says to Brett, "Get me a vibrating dildo, a fat one!" and off Brett runs, full speed, to the locker room. While we wait, the grandfather speaks up, "All you men parade past this dawg with the infantile penis, have a good laugh now because I'm gonna put a diaper on him when you've all seen it. Anyone with a penis this small needs to be wearing a diaper!" All I know is there's no fucking end to this shit! And ya know what, I don't care, actually the old fart's outsmarted himself... paddling my ass through a diaper won't hurt as much! Ha! Brett's back, he hands his father a dildo; one I haven't seen before, it's fat and long." The boy's father says, "Lubricant?" and Brett pulls a tube out of his shorts. He anticipated the need for it, but didn't want to be so presumptuous as to hand it to his father before it was requested. Mr. Knight lubes the dildo liberally, then tells Junior, "Hold onto him, he'll want to squirm away when this big boy's going in. Junior grabs my brother who's bent forward looking at the floor, so Junior gets a grip around his chest, Junior's chin against Mikey's back and Mikey's head under Junior's bellt button. Junior tells Brett, "Ah, Brett, get grandfather a clothe diaper from my locker," and Brett takes off full speed again. Lots of activity now as the twenty-five men mill about, checking out my small penis and closely watching Mr. Knight twist a big dildo up Mikey's hole. Nobody is paying attention to Bart yet, and as far as I can tell, he couldn't care less. His eyes are closed, he may have gone to sleep. After the third twist of that dildo Mikey starts screaming so loudly Mr. Knight stops, and tells the grandfather, "Father, would ya get the dickless wonder's pacifier gag, and put it in his brother's mouth, please... this kids a real crybaby; he's gonna need to toughen up quick." The grandfather's gnarly old hands are all over my face and the back of my head and neck as he pulls the gag out of my mouth, and over my head... he makes my skin crawl. The thought of sleeping with him like he wants Mikey to do is revolting... no, it's worse than that! Once my spit filled gag is in Mikey's mouth there's more screaming, but only Mikey can hear the screams inside his head. Veins are almost popping out of his forehead and neck, his face is maroon, his neck and shoulders are a very dangerously dark red color, tears and mucus flowing down his face, sweat dripping off his body. None of it concerns Mr. Knight in the least, in goes that fat diddo, further and further up my little brother's ass, twist after twist. Finally it's in to the hilt, Mr. Knight wipes his forehead with the back of his wrist as the group's giving him polite applause. He's twisted and pushed that fat dildo eight inches up Mikey's ass, turned it on, and the thing's vibrating so hard Mikey's buttock is totally quivering, covered in big goose bumps. Mr. Knight waves at the men's applaus, and says, "We need to open him up a little to be able to accept my father's rather significant member," and more polite applause, plus some snickering, follows. Then turning to Junior, who's still holding my brother in place, Mr. Knight says, "Okay, let him go," and when Junior lets go, Mikey staggers a few steps, his head swiveling as if he's looking for someone to help him, his nostrils flaring as he inhales and exhales large amounts of oxygen through his nose, the gag preventing audible sound. I look down because there isn't anything I can do, and frankly, maybe this will wake Mikey up that I'm suffering through some of the things he does to me, and maybe he'll lighten up a tad. Mikey's eyes are frantic as he slowly falls onto the floor, lying on his side. Shortly though, his head steadies and he's reaching back with both hands, feeling his ass, and the knob of the dildo. Trying to pull it out is futile because there's an expanded bulb inside his sphincter ring which prevents removal unless the bulb is deflated. Mr. Knight holds a finger up to the group, like, "Lets wait a second," and shortly Mikey's body language changes, he straightens out his legs stiffly as his whole body squirms on the floor. His eyes are closed now and he groping his ass, holding both cheeks together as if to increase the sensation in his rectum caused by the vibrator. His previously flaccid penis grows before our eyes, in thirty seconds it goes from a short, fat, strand of spaghetti into a four inch spike that dripping juice. One hand continues squeezing his buttock as the other goes to his boner. Everyone's silently staring at my brother, the snorting through his nose is audible throughout the gym as he frantically pulls on his throbbing boner. His hips begin thrusting so violently his whole body inches across the gym floor with each thrust. Less then a minute later a long string of watery spunk shoots four feet out from his pee slit, followed immediately by four shorter shots of white creamy teen boy cum, sticky and thick. Then, still stroking his cock, Mikey's body begins to spastically hump forward on the floor and he's soon sliding in his own thick cum, even as more drools are pumped-out by his tight fist. Mr. Knight puts both hands in the air, like a victory jester, and receives more applause. The clapping isn't raucous and there's no vocal cheering of any kind, not like a sporting event; it's sorta like the polite applause you hear if you're surfing channels on TV and you accidentally find yourself on a PBS station where a string quartet has just finished playing a boring classical piece, and the small audience claps with their finger tips against the palm of their other hand... a subdued "Bravo..." Mikey lucked out with that, I guess. He lays there docilely now, slowly pulling on his dick' everyone turns their attention back to the grandfather, who's now scrutinizing the huge boy-toy of Junior's. This huge dawg is popper'ed-up and in sort of a daze with his eyes half closed. The grandfather kneels down to get a closer look at the massive penis. Even with rolls of fat obscuring the lower part of the shaft, it still looks long. Nodding his head approvingly, the old man mumbles, "This is quite interesting, Junior. The contrast between the two, I mean... very original and clever, but you need to wake this fat fuck up!" Junior looks around the crowd, several of whom are smoking cigarettes. He settles on a very good looking guy in his mid-twenties, "Juan, may I borrow your cigarette?" Juan smiles and does a little formal bow, saying, "Why certainly, my pleasure," and hands the smoldering cigarette to Junior who takes a big drag, getting the red ash at the end to brighten, then he puts the ash against Bart's body, burning his dawg's right, fat buttocks with the red hot ash. The sizzle sound can be heard, and the smell of burnt hair and meat is unmistakable as that big boy's eyes snap open while he snorts through his nose like a bull and scrabbles at the floor with his hands and knees so frantically he stays in place, moving fast but getting nowhere, like a cartoon characters... more polite applause and chuckling follows. Bart soon experiences the follow up pain associated with the initial shock and stops trying to get away. Instead he puts both hands back to surround the burn; not that it does any good, it's just a reflex action. Junior pulls on Bart's dildo tail, and yells, "Be alert, school teacher!" The big head turns around seeing Junior, and immediately goes up on it's knees in the attention position. A smack at the back of Barts head jostles his muzzle/dog-mask and the floppy ears fly up, then bounce off the side of the muzzle, looking authentic. The grandfather examines Bart carefully, there a lot of discussion about how Junior increased the growth of hair all over the dawg's body. The tops of Bart's feet, the back of his hands... everywhere, there's dishwater-colored hair. It's ugly, but still quite an accomplishment. The grandfather jesters towards the hairy dawg, then to Junior, and everyone does the polite applause thing again. The old man's satisfied he's seen what he wanted to see so he wanders back to the bleachers with his arrogant, superiority attitude oozing from every pore in his old body. Both he and his son wear those tight jeans, low on their flat asses the way teenager wear them... weird! Mr. Knight and the rest of this unusual group trapes past Bart gawking at this hairy behemoth until someone giggles, and says, "Check out pretty boy," pointing in Mikey's direction. Mikey's on his feet now, his buttocks still in constant fluid motion from the vibrations of the dildo, he's crouching down like he's taking a shit, so far down his ass is no more than a foot from the floor as he's once again stroking his little boner, this time with a vengeance as his nostrils flutter getting oxygen in and out of his lungs. His eyes stare at his cock looking frantic, desperate to cum again. The vibrating is keeping him aroused beyond anything he's probably experienced in his fifteen years; it's both the most awesome thing, and the worst thing, at the same time. Awesome 'cause having an orgasm, and the sensations leading up to it, top any other experience in life, but also the worst thing because human's sexual equipment can't handle repeated orgasms, there's no way to produce the jism fast enough; he can enjoy a few phantom orgasms, but eventually only frustration of the most distressing kind results from constantly needing to climax and not being able to. For now he's good though, totally disregarding the pain of the entry, he's in a world of his own and it has everyone chuckling, nodding heads at each other, like, "Cool!" I watch Mikey long enough to see weak, watery cum fly out his little pecker... it flies in a short arc before splattering on the floor. Five shots and Mikey calms down for another ten minutes or so, at which time the vibrating will have him needing another orgasm which shortly he won't be able to come up with, and then the frustration starts building. Everyone loses interest and wanders back in the bleachers except Junior, us two dawgs, and Brett, who's holding a diaper. Junior nods his head towards me, and Brett says, "Paws up!" which gets me rolling over on my back. Bart's unsure if he's included on the 'paws up' command, but not taking any chances, does the same as me. Brett looks to Junior for help, so he says to the audience, "Training for diaper wear is going on right before your eyes folks, this is a first time effort by my little bro," and there's some awkward tittering. Junior assists Mikey: he stands at my head, reaches over and pulls my knees towards him which rolls me up on my back a little, my buttock up off the floor. Brett lays part of the adult-size diaper under me, then Junior lets me go and my ass lays on the cotton diaper. Brett pulls the rest of the diaper up and over my tiny cock, hiding the chastity device. He fumbles with safety pins, but finally gets the diaper snugly covering my groin and ass areas. This is fine except my dildo tail's enclosed too. The boys improvise, cutting a slit in the back of the diaper freeing my tail. Junior jokingly lifts both hands triumphantly, like his father just did, and a smattering of polite applause, plus a few snickers, follows. Then, as Brett massages my tied-up feet and leans in for a whiff, Junior's saying to the crowd, "Let's see which one of these two," meaning Bart and me, "has learned his stuff the best." Meanwhile Mikey's again into his aroused state stroking himself, so Junior adds, "Our assistant to the assistant trainer is having himself a good old time, so lets allow the dawgs to join in." We start by standing at attention, me on my knees, Bart massively towering above me... then we do the exercises. He's been trained in the exact same ones as me, but he gets to do them without his limbs being tied like mine. To further help Bart, Junior's taped Bart's long hard, power-pumped boner against his hairy belly. I grinned to myself thinking about how much it's going to hurt to rip that tape off, pulling the stomach hairs with it... hee hee. But for now, believe me, doing jumping jacks the regular way, like Bart's doing them, is way easier than doing them with tied-up legs like I need to deal with. Try as I might, no way can I do all of the exercises as well as Bart, but believe me, it was closer than you'd expect because of his obese condition. The gym floor shook with his jumping jacks and his flabby, hairy belly flapped off the floor with each leg thrust. Sit-ups is the first exercise won by me as Bart, with his great weight, has a hard, slow time doing each sit up. I should have tied it up with leg lifts except I got a cramp at the worst time. Anyway, he won the next three exercises because, basically, they're strength exercises and he's much stronger than me. The winner, Bart, gets to paddle me, the loser. The thing is, we're fellow dawgs in this together and looking out for each other, right? That's what I'm hoping that initial silent exchange between us meant. Well, on second thought, no... it doesn't work like that; Junior's rule is such that if you don't paddle the loser convincingly, the loser gets to paddle you. So, first thing Bart does is pull down my diaper until it bunches around my knees, so the diaper's not gonna help me after all. Bart then roughly removes my tail leaving me feeling way opened-up back there, and extremely vulnerable. I'm on all fours looking back over my shoulder and see Bart, who's on his feet, handed a long, wide, leather fraternity paddle. He swishes it through the air, getting a feel for it, then pulverizes my ass and the back of my thighs slashing that strap recklessly against my body. since my pacifier gag is in Mikey's mouth I'm on my own controlling the screaming; screaming is frowned upon. I try not to cry out but this motherfucker is turning my buttocks into hamburger and I'm soon bawling like a five year old, begging and crying. What saves me from getting extra discipline for the crying and begging is I stand my ground and the sadist in the audience kinda liked my display of pain and perseverance. As Bart works up a sweat slapping that evil paddle against my body there are "oohs" and "ahhs" from the audience... then some applauding, which encourages Bart. Finally, laughingly, Junior goes, "Down, big fellow, down! Good job!" I'm sobbing so hard I can't see the expression on Bart's face... obviously he can't speak because of his muzzle, but I know he's proud to receive Junior's praise. Junior declares a fifteen minute break then as Brett rolls out a serving table covered with soft drinks and snacks. Everyone clamors excitedly from the bleachers, all stoked about the beating I took. Brett comes over to me, saying, "Okay, drama queen, tune it down, no ones paying any attention to you now; knock off the boo-hooing." He's back to playing with my long toes, then leans down to suck on my big toe, before pulling off it and leaving a lot of spit there, to ask, "And, what the fuck happened with the leg lifts, dummy?" Then he slaps my head, saying, "You could'a won!" Another slap from Mr. Compassionate follows as I mumble, "Sorry, sir... I cramped-up." He goes, "Oh my god, what a loser. Ya better win the race that's coming up next though! If you can't beat that fat slob...." and he lets it go at that, but fuck... I gotta run on my knees and elbows! Brett drops the hardass act long enough to spread some soothing pain relief cream on my ass and legs, and that's a real relief. He pulls up my diaper, and I think, "Maybe I'm getting lucky here," because he doesn't think to screw my dildo-tail back in me. My buttocks and the back of my legs will be an ugly black and blue in a day or two so maybe I'll get a little sympathy from somebody then. Looking over at my brother I see Mikey's getting no sympathy either, he's rolled himself into the fetal position, still thrusting his hips. There's dried cum around his groin and some drips of weak fluid that drained from his nuts during the most recent climax, but he's not having any fun now. God only knows what he'd sound like if he wasn't wearing the mussel. Maybe I'm being a hardass myself, but I've got enough to worry about myself, so it's like.... Mikey's gonna have to learn to take it. Nothing these psychos do inflicts permanent physical damage, but it does hurt! The psychological damage is where most of the permanent damage is done I would think, and that kind of damages leaves no marks so how ya gonna prove you were abused. Of course, all of us submissives agreed to put up with this, as if we had a choice! See, there I go again feeling sorry for myself, and complaining. I'm conveniently overlooking all the good this training's done for me. Gotta start thinking positively again, and get my head out of my ass. It's vital I beat this fat boy in the race, especially now that Junior's announced us dawgs will run with shock collars, the loser get a whamo super-shock from it's handler. Junior will run the heavyweight, Bart... and Brett's running me. During the announcement Brett takes off my ornamental collar and buckles on the awful shock collar. This is motivation enough to win; I've been shocked too often already and it's like getting hit with a cop's Taser gun; the electroshock hammers your system disrupting voluntary control of your muscles. Very unpleasant and disorienting! Brett's got a long leash on my collar and Junior's got one on Bart's. I'm real concerned about this, but I'm wondering about Mikey too, so I glance over at him. He's now got his eyes closed tightly as he continues to absently stroke himself. His boner's almost purple now, and so shiny it looks like it might split open. No one else is even looking at him, they're all ready for our race around the perimeter of the gym... I need to concentrate on my situation so I look away from Mikey. Two minutes later, the grandfather cracks a bullwhip to start the race, and off we go. I get a slow start thinking about that crazy, scary old bastard with a bullwhip in his hand, and how he and Mikey will have a sleep over together; Mikey's bare ass available all night, and in the same vicinity as the bullwhip too. Forget that! I gotta catch up with the tub of lard who sweating and lumbering down the long side of the gym on his hands and knees; I'm pounding the floor on the my elbows and the top of my knees. He quickly gets a fifteen foot advantage, but I'm counting on his stamina giving out. Gasping for breath I make the turn for the second stretch of a four part race, now twenty feet behind him. Brett's yelling, "Pick it up or I'll blast you with a shock you won't believe!" Sweet, right? What a prick, but I do pick it up and go for all I'm worth cutting the deficit in half as Bart's slowing down noticeably, panting and gasping for air. We're thumping up the last leg of the race and I know I'm going to win now, he shot his load too early. I pass him with twenty feet to go and he stumbles, then slows down to a walking pace. When I cruise past the finish line the audience gives me polite applause with Bart still ten feet away, walking now. Junior's pissed-off at Bart big time, but waits until Bart tries to pick-up the pace at the finish line... then, baboom!! He hits the remote device and the electroshock rocks Bart's body. He squawks around his gag, flips over on his back and skids three feet, blowing wetness through his nostrils. His large blubbery body jiggles like Jello as his arms, legs, and head lull around in unnatural positions. This gets maybe the most energetic applause of the afternoon. He recovers after ten minutes or so of quivering, but he looks uncertain; like he doesn't know where he's at. I'm trying not to laugh but still, I gotta grin. Back to reality though, there remains only the alpha dog contest now, and I'm already preparing myself mentally for losing that, which means I'll be fucked hard by Bart's humongous cock, but my big worry is the chastity device I'm wearing. My penis is going to take a terrible beating because I'm already kind of excited about getting fucked and having an orgasm... yes, even by that pant load, Bart! It's because I'm hornier then I've ever been before in my life. This chastity device has kept me from pleasuring myself, and any time something else gets me aroused the teeth on my chastity ring bite into my dick as soon it starts taking on erectile fluids. How long Brett wants me to go without an orgasm is anybody's guess. I just know I need one badly! Bart's tail is removed now, and that makes me wonder if I'd have won the race with the dildo up my ass. Brett left it out on purpose, I'll bet... he's so thoughtful! Thinking about that I kind of miss having a dildo inside me, it's a very nice feeling, and I feel empty without one... without my tail it feels like my anus is embarrassingly opened-up wide, like a big eye back there... oh boy, the things you can get used to that you never thought you could. We've exchanged the shock collars for slip collars during this part of the presentation. Brett's handling mine, and Junior's handling Bart's. My knees and elbows are tender and sore from the run but I gotta believe Bart's shaky from that electroshock he received, so we're even there. Maybe I can get a lucky shot in on this guy somehow, and get him on his back, and... oh, screw it, I'm working with a one inch cock here, I don't have a chance of being Alpha dog. While the audience takes a cigarette and piss break, I'm analyzing my current unfortunate position and all of a sudden it occurs to me that I don't know where Mikey is. My eyes glance around the gym, but don't see him. Then I see where the grandfather has him over near Bretts and Junior's desk. The old guys talking and Mikey's very attentive to what's being said. Mikey's nodding his head... his body still shaking all over as the dildo's vibrator never lets up, his cock's looking raw, as do his eyes... his hips constantly in motion as he hopelessly tries for an orgasm. I can see Mikey's eyes, but not the old man's; I see hope building in Mikey's, even with the redness. Now he's shaking his head vigorously, like he's agreeing to something, agreeing to what the old guy wants. The grandfather then removes the pacifier gag from my brother's mouth and Mikey's tongue runs around his lips as he tries working up saliva. With the vibrator literally shaking his entire hip area, Mikey leans over and, with a straight face, kisses the grandfather on the lips; the old man gropes himself as Mikey kisses him again. Ewww, gag me with a fucking spoon. Now Mikey's bending forward, his hands on his knees as the grandfather first pushes a button that stops the vibrating, then twists that fat dildo out of Mikey puffy asshole, and hugs him. Mikey's so grateful he's hugging back, facing away from me now, probably not even sure where's he's at after suffering that disturbing experience. Wow, talk about being opened up! Mikey's anus opening looks huge; it's raw and swollen too. The hug from the grandfather becomes a one arm hug as his other arm extends down Mikey's back, and then the old man's thumb goes into Mikey's wide open asshole. The thumb massages the sphincter muscle and slowly it closes around the thumb until it's snug. Mikey's just about laying against the old guy who's obviously conned Mikey into thinking he's his savior, or made promises he has no intentions of keeping just to get Mikey to do what the old fuck wants. It's odd that the grandfather's so taken by Mikey when he seemed unimpressed with either Mikey or me that time behind the Goodwill building; the time Brett cut off all Mikey's wavy blond hair. In fact, the grandfather said something about us being no challenge for Brett, and therefore it had become boring watching Brett dominate us... or was it Mr. Knight who said that? I forget, but I sure remember how Brett's authoritarianism that day captured both Mikey's and my admiration, and from there he's managed to easily dominate both of us totally. And now this grandfather thing; I don't believe I could handle that, but Mikey's now sitting naked close to the grandfather in the bleachers, so I guess he can handle it. The two of them are getting a lot of attention from those around them because of the age differential, and because the old guy's thumb is still up Mikey's ass. He's sitting sideways, leaning into the old guys side, clutching onto his arm like he's afraid he'll be sent away. I guess that big dildo and the high powered vibrator broke Mikey's spirit completely. Maybe he'll go easier on me now... hmmm, probably he'll go harder on me. Fuck! Turning back to matters here in front of the bleachers; Junior's adjusting Bart's mussel, then he has him go 'paws-up' so he can power pump Bart's large boner back up to iron hardness. Brett has me get to 'paws-up' now too, and then tries dragging some of my dick out, but all he accomplishes is pinching the skin of my shaft against the teeth of the chastity ring. Sounding a little frustrated, he mumbles, "It'll grow when you're aroused, and I'm pretty sure you're gonna have that huge hunk of meat up your pussy, so you will get aroused." I don't have a gag, and I don't want one either, so I do not reply to that comment. Staying mute is a damn good idea, usually. Now we're both up on all fours with Brett and Junior manipulating our slipknot collars. It happens naturally, without either of us planning it but Bart and I are soon circling each other, sniffing each other like real dogs. Bart pokes his nose at my asshole but is rebuffed by my diaper. Then real fast, I try to get his head in a scissors hold, but his big strong arms rebuff that easily, and I end up on my side, but quickly scramble out of harms way on my elbows and knees. Junior's leash work makes Bart get behind me and in position to mount me which makes me think of those two goddamn dogs who fucked me earlier this week. Bart will need to do it the same way, so I'm forming a plan in my head to prevent that, figuring I have experience on my side but it's fuzzy-headed experience at the moment, and then Bart fakes going left and switches directions much quicker than I thought him capable of, and he winds-up behind me, and he's got me now. Right away I feel his fat hairy body on my back, one of his hands pulling my diaper down in back to hook it under my ass. This guy kinda smells like the first Mastiff that fucked me, and that has me disoriented for a few seconds which is all Bart needs to get a good hold with both arms around my chest, and there's no sense even fighting it now. I feel his big boner poking the back of the thighs and his incredibly hairy body covering every inch of me. He hunches up further so his massive muzzle-covered face is next to mine. Bart's breathing hard and it's obvious from the noisy heavy breathing that Junior's removed the gag part of the muzzle. I hear Bart speak for the first time, he has a weird high pitched voice, saying into my ear, "You're going to get the fucking of your life now, and when I'm done with you you'll beg for more!" What the fuck? He's suppose to be submissive like me, but he sure don't sound it! Even though I want to get fucked, the chastity device scares me and, anyway, I don't like this fat boy's attitude! He spanked the shit out of me earlier too, so that's another thing. He's shown me no mercy, and now this boastful bullshit about the fuck of my life. Yeah, but what am I gonna do about it? What can I do about it? As he's readjusting his position, his fur-covered torso on my back is very thick and scratchy, and the same for his pubic bush which completely covers my buttocks. It feels kinda good to be so dominated, but one last attempt to get free... I collapse underneath him and try rolling away. He's slow this time, but there's too much of him and my hind legs get tangled between his thighs, which are both as big around as my waist. He's grunting now, out of wind already, but has little trouble pulling me up at the waist, getting me back on my knees and elbows, saying, "You're feisty, I like that!" I whisper my question to him, "Um, ah... aren't you suppose to be submissive?" He's whispering right into my ear so the audience can't hear either of us, he goes, "I didn't know I was submissive until Junior showed me that compared to him, I am. Compared to you, I'm not! I've been homosexual forever, so some of this is right up my alley, and almost worth the discipline Junior lays on my ass." I mumble, "Swell," and he gets an arm around my neck stopping all my movement, and begins poking around my buttocks with his boner again, just like the dogs, trying to match up with my asshole, but his dick is so big it's hard to maneuver. He whispers, "I'm gonna take a chance on the possible wrath of Junior, but fuck it..." and he uses two fingers to undo one of my tied-up hands, saying, "Work some life back into it," which, after all these times being tied-up, doesn't take me long. It's awesome to have the use of my hand and it kinda puts Bart into a different light... he might be okay. Bart goes, "Reach back and line up my cock to your pussy. If ya don't I'll cut off your air supply and when you feint I'll line it up myself." He was very matter of fact about this, and his hairy body is making me think about getting fucked by those dogs again, and what the hell, I'd kinda like to experience that again, so maybe it'll be okay. Plus, I can't see a weakness in his plan, so I reach back and do as he says. He's the most aggressive and confident submissive I imagine there is in the world... just my luck. Plus, he doesn't seem like the dufus he looks like, he seems like he's got most things together and he probably thinks he's pretty cool, if a bit overweight. As he admitted, Junior's too much for him, but I'm seeing things in him that remind me of big boys back in high school... the big bullies, and maybe that's Bart too, but I'm gonna give him a chance 'cause I'm desperate... and I want to have an orgasm very badly! It takes only two tries before I feel the big head of his cock against my anus. Taking my hand away, I support myself on all fours... elbow and knees, instead of my hand and knees, which with a free hand I could have done... I'm used to using my elbows now though. The head of his power-pumped-boner is big and fat, and penetrating me is slow and painful; for sure, no worries my dick will swell and engage with the teeth of my chastity ring. Bart's mussel-ed face is next to mine, one of his ape-like hairy arms is around my neck holding my head against his, the other arm's around my chest; his knees are between my legs, on the ground partially supporting himself, and spreading my legs wide apart. He's talking slowly and lowly, "Take my big cock in your boy pussy and feel ecstasy. Smell me, enjoy my animal odor and my fur... absorb yourself in it and become part of me for a while. I'll take you to a good place." He continued with that low hypnotic voice as the pain increases in my ass; half his cock head inside me now and the burning sends a groan from my throat. "Shhhh, no whimpering, take it like I know you can. You want it, don't you?" Oh my god, that plumb shaped head of his boner just made it past my sphincter... ooh, the pain! I try squirming and Bart holds me tighter and pushes his cock up inside me another inch, "I got you now, there's nothing you can do about it. Relax, don't fight me... now, answer my question. You want me to fuck you, don't you?" Another inch in, how can that monster cock fit inside me? Then I thought of the dildos and anus stretching devices Brett's used on me and how I'm grateful that he used them 'cause my anus hasn't split yet, and, yes... I can take him, and I'm liking the feel of his massive hairy body totally surrounding me like I'm enclosed inside a costume. "Don't you?" he insists, and I weakly, meekly go, "Yes," as he chuckles, whispering, "I could tell. Enjoy the ride," and he pushes another three inches in. I move my face against his mussel whimpering from the pain, he goes, "Shhh, don't embarrass yourself." I knew then, he cares about me, how I present myself to the audience, and now I want him to dominate me, I want him to fuck me just like he knew I did. Hell, I admitted that to myself earlier, and I push back at his huge boner forcing it inside me a little more. In that hypnotic voice, he says, "Ahhh, you're starting to feel it, aren't you?" and he seems so inclusive, it's him and me and he cares how I feel and now I forgive him for the belting-beating he gave me earlier. In fact, I respect him for that, and feel he's dominated me and therefore earned the right to my body, which he's taken charge of, but he's also being nice about it. A growing feeling of admiration for Bart overtakes me and I roll my head back against this big, hairy, dominate boy who's a year or two younger then me, but who I'm becoming attached to. My dick stirs for the first time and the teeth are felt as an inch of my cock comes out from my belly to take a breath of fresh air. "OOhhh," that pinch hurt on my cock, but Bart hump his boner in another inch and my rectum muscles join my other ass muscles in loosening up and it's beginning to feel awfully good. I've missed being fucked, missed jerking off and having orgasms too, but mostly getting fucked. Bart says, "Your pussy's opening up for me, here comes the rest of my big boner," and that last hump was a big one, hurting like hell. The pain faded almost as fast as it came on and a rainbow of pleasant sensations burst inside my ass feeling soooo good! My cock boned up some more and the pain was very sharp on the shaft of my dick. Just as the pain's fades in my hole it builds on my cock. I quietly whine, "Owwww," and Bart takes his arm away from my neck and covers my mouth with his hand, "Shhhh, you can take the pain. Is it your chastity ring?" I nod my head, mumbling, 'Yeah," and Bart says, "You can take it. I wore that same ring, it's physiological more than anything. It's not intended to cut into you, maybe a prick or two, but that's it. It's expandable... back in history, in the eighteen hundreds, fathers put those things on teenage sons to prevent them from playing with themselves." He's using that matter of fact way of speaking again, which usually gets me slipping into a trance-like state, and I'm sorta doing that now... this is nice. Bart does a slow withdrawal and then a push back causing me pain in front and back, but the pain in back isn't bad, and the pain in front didn't increase. The pricks on my dick almost feel good now, they're feeling sexy with that big cock up my ass. I'm beginning to relate to Bart like I do with all my dominate sex partners; plus, he's kind and considerate and hot. Yes, hot! Who cares if he's overweight and hairy, I like it... and this time I moan instead of groan. Bart uses only his huge hips to fuck my ass ten or twelve thrusts, nice and smooth and easy... awesome! He goes, "Love your pussy, baby!" and I squirm under this big sexy thing and moan, then groan. My rectum feels as good or better then it's ever felt before, and my cock is three inches long and gaining girth so the teeth are constantly in play, but I'm beginning to equate the pain with the pleasure, and like Bart says, the pain in my dick doesn't increase, it's constant and I'm incorporating it in with this awesome fuck. Bart whispers, "You're gonna be my baby, ain't ya?" and I stupidly say, "Yes, yes..." which gets Bart humping steadily with long, steady, fluid strokes... my boner shoots up to it's full four inches and the teeth bite into the skin, breaking it with pin pricks in a few places, but it feels hot and uber sexy! "Fuck me, fuck me!" I quietly moan as Bart's bumping his muzzle against the side of my face affectionately, then he says, "Hunch your pussy down and I'll drive my big cock up instead of straight forward." Without hesitating I hunched my buttocks down, like I did when I had my enema, and Bart begins driving that boner of his up my ass at a new angle. It hit new spots now, especially my prostate which is extra sensitive since Junior milked my balls with that G-spot massager device. Precum drips from my cock and I reach up with my untied hand to stroke it. Oh it feels good, the pin pricks increase but I swear, they feel good too; they add to the thrill of getting fucked by Bart. When I began stroking myself the audience noise increases; they all know I'm wearing the chastity device and that I seem to be flaunting it by not only getting a boner, but also stroking it. Junior mumbles to Brett, "Did ya see that? I'm surprised." Brett's like, "Yeah, cool! Hey, I was wondering if you'd jump in to intercede when big boy helped Brian free his hand." Junior's like, "Nah, I'm interested where this is going. They seem to be liking each other. I was sure Bart's would be too dominant to like your wussy boy, but I guess I'm wrong." I heard what they said, but I don't put much stock in that talk 'cause I never know if it's part of the brainwashing, or if he really feels that way about me. Mostly I go by the way they treat me and, even with the discipline, I think both brothers like me. They're trying to help me; that's what the discipline's all about. The audience and the brothers fade into the back ground now as the pleasurable sensations build; the combination of piercing stabs of pain on my boned-up penis and the exhilarating pleasure in my rectum is new and way past thrilling. The constant massaging of my prostate and the sheer size of Bart's cock, plus the discovery that pain can increase pleasure in certain circumstances has be spraying saliva out of my mouth while going, "Yeaaaaaah, ahhhhhh, mmmmmm!" 'cause it's building and building and it's been a while since I've had an orgasm. I only last two minutes more and then I feel it coming on incredibly fast and begin hopping off the floor a full twenty seconds before I blow my load into my diaper, and what a great load it is. Electricity is shooting all through my groin area, then my long toes, tied up near my ass, curl tightly and my shoulders shake as tears of joy run down my face. I needed this orgasm so bad and I'm so grateful to Bart I lean into him as he humps my ass with renewed effort. He's plowing me forward with each thrust of that now slippery, shiny boner of his. The swollen plum shaped head is creating fantastic sensations of sexy pleasure all up and down my rectum. Then I hear a mussel-muffled moan, which precedes a stinging stream of spunk against the inside of my rectum as Bart's hard cock spews out his seed, then another less forceful string of cum and my ass is awash in creamy white sticky stuff, lots of it! I can feel the heat from inside Bart's mussel, as he humps my hole in a frenzy. Then we hear, "Pull it out boy," from Junior as he yanks backward on Barts slipknot collar. Out comes Bart's monstrous cock to the delight of the derelicts in the bleachers. It throbs and shines, dripping lots of cum. Brett pulls up the back of my diaper, covering my drooling ass, and then Junior goes, "No, Brett, display him. Pull off the diaper and drape it across his back... cummy side up. Let the cum drool from his hole as you walk him in front of the guys. Well, the guys came down from the stands to see for themselves close-up. so I wasn't walked in review. Both Bart and I are frisky as hell after that awesome sex so Junior and Brett make full use of the slip collar leashes, I almost pass out at one point. Calmer now, I'm on exhibit next to Bart. Guys lift Bart's cock and look at my swollen asshole and chastity ring, poking at it or lifting it as I'm stationary on all fours; they marvel that the ring didn't deter me from having sex, talking behind their hands, chuckling, and shaking their heads. Fuck 'em, they're alright I guess, but now I got a new thing to think about: how to get fucked by Bart again. At the end of the line is the grandfather and my naked brother, Mikey. The grandfather's thumb's out of my brother's ass; he's holding Mikey's hand instead, like Mikey's a five year old. Looking at, and then fondling Mikey's cock and balls, the grandfather asks Mikey, "How come you have bigger and nicer equipment than your older brother?" Mikey puts an arm around the old mans waist, hugging himself against the grandfather, and mumbles, "Um, I really don't know, Gramps," and they pass by me to examine Bart. Can it be that Mikey's totally lost his dominant side? No, no... I know better, it's like Bart being submissive to Junior, but quite the opposite with me... same with Mikey, the grandfather, and me. Guess I'm the low man on the totem poll, but it's funny 'cause I don't care anymore. I like it! Brett takes Bart's leash from Junior and walks us into the locker where he unties my other arm and both my legs. Then takes off Barts muzzle and, with Bart and me on all fours, walks us into the shower area where he takes our collars off. I get my first look at Bart's face, which is mostly whiskers. A full beard covers his face from under his eyes to his adams apple. Regular facial features, nothing special, nor particularly bad. "I'm gonna leave you two... get yourselves showered. You may get dressed in the locker room afterward, and then stand at attention until Junior or I excuse you." I say, "Yes, sir!" and then Bart says the same, but without the sincerity I feel in saying it. I feel Brett's an awesome leader and I think the world of him. When he's gone, Bart asks, "You want more?" I nod enthusiastically and, on all fours, turn to offer my boy pussy to him, and lower my haunch. He smacks my buttocks hard, and says, "Not trying to be a prick here, but you're gonna need to ask for it. Beg a little, like I said you'd do before we started." I grovel low to the ground, my skinny torso with my ribs showing touches the floor... my buttocks up now. My head low, I say sincerely, "Please, sir... please, please fuck my pussy!" He says, "That's good, stay like that," and he mounts me like that. His cock going in is surprisingly difficult considering it wasn't that long ago he had me opened wider than I've ever been opened before, wider than Mikey's vibrating dildo. Residue of his spunk in my tunnel helps once the big plum head is past my sphincter muscle again, and he starts right in letting it all hang out this time. The pin pricks on the shaft of my boner are about the same and at one point I even shoved the ring against my dick to increase the pain, and I almost had my orgasm right then and there. The extra pain adds enormous extra sexual hotness and I'm embracing it wholeheartedly. Bart fucked me hard, very hard, with slaps on my ass and the back of my thighs, I loved it all and had a climax about the same size as the first one. Bart pulls out and shot his first volley at the back of my neck, then he smacked the side of my face and I turned my head to him and took his second spurt of spunk in the face. Then somehow his cock got in my mouth and I'm sucking it clean, then it's down my throat and I'm stroking my pin-pricked boned-up dick again. Neither of us spunked a third time, but it was hot! After a minute he pulls his cock from my throat and the hairy, bearded, overweight, wonder, says, "Stand up!" The authority in his voice had me scrambling up on my feet. He's a little shorter than me, although nowhere near as short as Brett or the Knight brothers, or the father and grandfather, for that matter. A bunch of Napoleon complexes there. He says, "Adjust the shower water to the proper temperature, then bath me and dry me... then do the same for yourself. That's what I did. He didn't look quite as fat with all his body hair plastered to his body, but he's still pretty fat. I worked up a sweat drying him, used three towels because all that sopping wet body and facial hair is hard to get dry. Finally he's all fluffy and not smelling like a dog anymore, not that I minded that smell, and he heads into the locker room to get dressed. I hurry to shower, dry myself, and get dressed to stand next to Bart, at attention... waiting. While silently standing there I run over everything in my head and try to understand why I've attached myself to Bart. Can't come up with the specific reason, but I want that fat furry body covering my skinny hairless one and his huge cock up my pussy so my tiny cock can get hard and expand to feel the sexy-hot pin-pricks on my dick and then feel Bart filling me with his creamy cum as I blast mine out on the floor. Oh my god, do I ever want that to happen again! Maybe it's simple; with Bart, if we combine everything and average it out we'd both be normal, more or less. Or is it like that old saying where a guy has one foot in a pot of boiling water and the other in a bucket of ice, and says, "On the average, I feel okay."? Bart and I are separated before I can find out when we can get together again 'cause Junior came in and then, without even acknowledging me, he marches Bart away. He seemed really pleased though, so I guess his presentation went okay. Mikey came in acting much more together than the last wimpish image I saw of him with "gramps". I start to relax out of the attention position and think about ragging on him about calling that old guy 'gramps' and kissing him and all that, but forget about it when I see Mikey's expression. Don't tell me he's coming out of his hypnosis and is pissed at himself for acting that way, so he's going to take it out on me now. He looks at me, shakes his head in disgust, then says, "Stay at attention!" I stiffen my body, and he's pacing, then saying, "I've been keeping something from you because mom and I aren't real sure you're mature enough to deal with it, but my situation has changed so I'm gonna need to tell ya that mom's moving back to Dover." I'm like, "Wha...?" but stop at that 'cause Mikey holds his hand up, like, "Save the questions..." He goes, "I accepted responsibility for you, as Brett's assistant, and also accepted responsibility from mom to look out for you. You're such an ass she figures a kid brother like myself is more capable of handling this than you. She's getting engaged to that pompous ass Saul Rittenburg from the club. Remember... dad used to get pissed when Mr. Rittenburg would flirt with mom and all?" I don't think Mikey's expecting an answer, he's not even looking at me, so I say nothing. He goes, "Mr. Rittenburg's rich but he don't like you and while he's willing to take me in, mom doesn't like the idea of you bouncing around without direction or guidance. We were uncertain what to do, but something's come up that solves our problem. Gramps Knight and I have hit it off, you wouldn't understand it, so don't try. I'm moving in with him; that is, in his sleeping quarters... his son, the boy's father, lives there too. You'll be with Brett in his room and this way mom can go on with her life and we can proceed with ours." I'm speechless for about the tenth time since the beginning of the summer... totally speechless. Mikey goes on, "You'll do what I tell ya to unless Brett or Mikey or Gramps or Mr. Knight are around, in which case, we'll both do what they tell us to do. It's kind of exciting, but doesn't take place until a week from Saturday. I just called mom, that's what I've been doing while you were showering, and she's thrilled it's worked out so well." This is preposterous! I'm like, "Worked out so well?? What the...?" There is something though, that interest me; I raise my hand, and ask, "Is Bart part of this plan?" Mikey's packing up his backpack, he say to me, "At ease... ah, Bart's Junior's trainee, of course he'll be around. Now lets get out of here." In the parking lot I'm trying to sort things out in my head. The more I think about it the more I think it'll be okay, and maybe better than okay. Mikey lights a cigarette, and I could really use one now, so I ask, "Um, Michael... can I please have just one cigarette?" He blows smoke out while adjusting his back pack, says, "No!" and hands me the back pack, saying, "Carry this for me." Jeez, what happened to that other Mikey, I wonder?" to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com