Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2011 11:40:35 -0800 (PST)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: (9) BRIAN'S AMAZINGLY FAST TRANSFORMATION  Chapter 9    by  Donny Mumford

		  BRIAN'S AMAZINGLY FAST  TRANSFORMATION

				Chapter   9

			    by  Donny  Mumford

It's a precarious ride... I'm referring to balancing on a unicycle, especially
wearing a sandwich board advertisement for Happy Tails Grooming, which is where
we're heading right now. My four inch boner is still as hard as it was when it
came out of the power pump and it's fully on display poking out the front  of
the tight fitting, stretchy-material pantyhose I'm wearing. The waistband of the
too-small pantyhose barely reaches past the top of my dick so I  feel almost
naked. Well, except for the pantyhose and pink  ballet slippers, I am naked.
 Okay, the sandwich board covers  my chest and stomach, and most of my back, but
it's not  clothing, it's cardboard. My arms are straight out from my sides
acting as balancing devices; by rotating them and shifting my weight  slightly I
can stay upright on the unicycle; that is,  unless I need to stop.  I've learned
how to tip forward and  come off the cycle seat without  falling when we need to
stop. Oh yeah, I've got a wrist cuff on both wrists; pink girlie frilly  wrist
bands;  Brett can be such a prick! Yeah, so why am I infatuated with him? Oh,
forget that, I've got all I can handle maneuvering this unicycle. Mikey's
leading me with the help of a long leash attached to the dog collar around my
neck. At Brett's command, Mikey's wearing a purple beanie with an orange
pinwheel on top  that twirls around making either a humming or a whirring sound
at the slightest movement. If it twirls to the right it  whirs; to the left it
hums.  Brett's off to the side pretending he  has nothing to do with this
bizarre circus act.   Complicating my efforts is my ass which is stinging from
the  paddlings my little brother laid on me while training me to ride this
thing, and  my balls are aching too.  They're clearly  visible, covered in the
pantyhose stretchy- material about eight inches  below my boner; they mostly
ache  from the weight of the half pound lead ball that's attached above both
nuts, swinging freely below  my scrotum. Mikey gave then a hard crushing early
in our training session and that started all the aching.  He was testing the
pacifier-gag that's stuffed inside my mouth preventing me from uttering a word.
I've tried to  allow myself to get into that trance-like state where I'm numb
and acting robotic with  everything, and not thinking about anything, but
without Mikey or Brett  ordering me around it's not happening, and neither of
them are giving me orders at the moment. There are shoppers all about us,  some
of them seem to think it's fun seeing someone  on a unicycle, but most are
aghast at my outfit, and especially at my  boner sticking straight out from my
crotch.

Brett thinks I'm going to be falling every  minute of so, but he's wrong. My
concentration is total, Mikey's trained me  to concentrate and anticipate and,
halfway there, I haven't fallen yet. That's saying something too because the
crowds are getting  larger as word spreads of a geek on a unicycle. I'm
beginning to hear comments which breaks down my concentration and is hampering
my balanced. Catcalls like, "Dude, if you're looking for the other half of your
Baby  Ruth candy bar, I think it's in your pantyhose!"  Then gales of laughter
follow, or someone  will be pissed-off that another member of his species could
look the way I  look, or do what I'm doing, and they yell, "Get  yourself some
psychiatric help and for gods-sakes, put some clothes on!" and some  one else
follows that with, "Have you no decency?  Get some self respect!" Of course
there's the normal insults of, "Asshole!"  "Geek!" "Freak!" and cries from
parents that, "There are children here, you pervert! This isn't a porn theater!"
That made me  worry about a mall cop intervening like Officer Palson did outside
the  grooming shop when I was standing at  attention right in the middle of the
aisle, blocking the free flow of foot traffic. I'm not worried  about Palson
because Brett and Junior planted some weed in his locker and got him fired. They
did it because officer Palso disrespected Brett, and then called him 'Skippy'.
So Palson's history,  but there are plenty of other security guards here at BJs
and they're a concern. Then I hear, "O'  Rielly! Over here!" I look over and see
Josh Rose from my English Lit. class  last year at Brown University. Oh fuck,
now the  University connection is checking in on me. I pretend he's got the
wrong guy, but he makes his way through  the crowd as my blush starts at my
belly button  and creeps up my torso, then my neck, then my face until the top
of my head  feels like it's on fire. Josh  is right next to me now as Mikey
pulls on my leash, yelling, "Let's go, Brian!" Well,  fuck! Thanks a lot for
verifying who I am. Josh is laughing, and then saying, "I know it's you,  Brian!
How can you show up in public like  that, and what's with the shaved head and
dog collar? WTF, Brian?  I always knew something was  wrong with you, but never
in a million years would I think you're this fucked up." My eyes are blurry as I
try desperately to ignore him, but then  he goes, "Is that your erection, is
that what's poking out your tights?"  People are still calling out insults as we
near the groomers,  I can't fucking see for all the sweat pouring off my head,
Josh goes,  "Smile!" and he takes two quick pictures with his cell  phone,
adding, "Wait'll I show these to Mary what's-her-name, ya know that girl you
tried to date from our class?" I start wobbling, then  the unicycle's tire runs
over a little kids foot who starts screaming, and  down I go in a pile to land
on  numerous passers-by. Punches and expletives ensue as I'm scrambling  to get
up. Mikey drops the leash and walks away; above the mayhem I can  hear him and
Brett laughing. Dragging the  unicycle, bumping it into people's shins, I
luckily make it out of the group and hustle up a side  aisle to escape the wrath
of the masses. How I managed that, I have no idea; finally some good luck. I
don't know what happened to Josh, but he does have those  pictures.

Hidden in an unused selling booth, I wait five minutes before venturing out
cautiously to see if a security guard is searching for me, but calmness has
already replaced the mayhem I created. People have  things to do and places to
go, and now they have one of those, "You're not going to  believe this!" story
to tell friends. Gathering up my  leash, I get up on the unicycle and take a
back route to the groomers. As I  come out into the crowds again I  see Brett
and Mikey outside Happy Tails Grooming with huge Molly, the groomer.   The boys
look at each other, then smile and give me a thumbs up.  I  feel proud as I hop
off the cycle. "Good boy,  Brian!" Brett says, and Molly goes, "Okay, Brett...
you get the twenty bucks," and she gives it to  him as Mikey says to me, "If you
didn't come up to the shop riding the unicycle, Brett wouldn't have gotten the
twenty bucks, so... good on you,  bro!" I feel even prouder. Molly's got a leash
in each hand; there's a matching large dog at the end of both leashes.   Molly
says to Brett, "Should I leave his gag in, or what?" and Brett chuckles,  and
goes, "Sure, dogs can't talk, Molly" and she  does her boisterous laugh, then
says, "You boys and your games... I love the kinky  stuff! Okay, see ya in an
hour or so." To me she goes, "Come  on, Brian, we're late getting started and to
make matters worse, I've got a  rush order for these too male  American
Mastiffs.  One of my best clients so we're doubling up today." Brett says to
me, "Well, do what she says, get moving... we'll be back for ya in an hour or
so." I drag the unicycle inside and take off the  sandwich board, then follow
Molly through the door to the large grooming room.  She says, "Lets do
everything like last time; get on all fours and I'll treat you like one of my
special big-boy dogs; like these two Mastiffs  here." I better follow orders or
she'll complain to Brett, so I get down on my hands and knees, and she pulls off
my ballet  slippers, without commenting on them, and then strips my pantyhose
off, one leg at a time. As  she's unbuckling my collar one of the Mastiffs is
sniffing at my asshole, I feel it's black nose at my crack. Jesus! That'll give
ya a  shock! Molly leads the two big Mastiffs into a large group cage,  then
smack me on the ass with her big man-hand, "SLAP!!!" I can't yelp  because of
the gag, but my rear legs  jump off the floor; she doesn't realize her own
strength. "Get in there, honey... I gotta  fetch a couple of the little dogs and
get them soaking in their bath water.   Busy, busy, busy!" To avoid another
smack on my  ass I hustle, on all fours, into the cage with the Mastiffs and
Molly clicks the cage closed.

It's a little crowded in here but one of the big dogs laid down and appears to
have gone to  sleep. They're both over three feet tall, and must weight a
hundred seventy-five pounds each, which is twenty-five more  than I weigh. I'll
admit it, I'm a little nervous being in here with these two, but I can't say
anything about it, obviously; anyway, Molly's in the  other section retrieving
the small dogs.  These two have shortish fawn colored  coats with large black
snouts. Powerful, big dogs, but friendly...  hopefully. The smell coming off
them is a little bit too much dog odor, so they do need a  bath. And... oh fuck,
the nosy one is  sniffing my ass again. Then, just like that, it's powerful
front paws are gripping my sides,  it's fur covers my back and it's big snout
nuzzles the back of my neck, then nips my shoulder and I'm ready to pee myself.
 This is scary! It's so fast, poking me with his dick all around my asshole with
what feels like a firm, but not bone hard, narrow, long cock. It's paws are
holding me so tightly I don't  think I could get away if I had the room to, and
in this cage I've no chance. The fucking dog is peeing on me or something, or
shooting watery spunk  on my ass. Really quick pokes with that dick of his and
now I'm yelling in my head because the  dog found my asshole, and with a yelp
from the dog, it's cock is inside me.  The humping frenzy he gets into is
unbelievable, but I'm afraid to struggle because the Masstiff's  large head is
next to mine, growling in it's throat and drooling thick  saliva down the side
of my head.  It keeps pumping my hole and  more fluid is rolling out my asshole,
and now there's a swelling, a big swollen knot grows out of the dog's cock just
on the other side of my sphincter  muscle; it's getting bigger and bigger as his
rod gets harder and harder. If I didn't know it was a dog's cock it might feel
good, I've never been fucked with such constant, fast penetrations. Damn, my
balls are churning and a drop of precum  just dripped on the cage floor. More
growling, and then a kind of crying sound from this big bastard, then more nips
on my shoulder and I know that big fucker broke the skin with that last one. All
of a sudden I feel the need to tighten all my stomach muscles, afraid I'm going
to spunk. He keeps humping me, fucking my ass  with a cock that gets bigger and
bigger, and those strong  paws holding me in place, the smell, and the feel of
the rough coat surrounding me... all of it's so surreal, but my cock feels good.
 My head goes down now, and I can't stop myself from pushing my ass back into
the dog's thrusts as he fucks me faster. It's different than a human fuck
because of the swelling at the base of his cock which has me captured; we're
stuck together. I try pulling off it but the dog just pulls with me;  we're
hooked like one.  More growling so I stop struggling as wetness continues
drooling out of my asshole; I look under me and see my  boner bobbing and
dripping, then look at the inside of my thighs and see a watery clear liquid
drooling down both legs.  The powerful hind legs of the dog firmly are planted
on the floor and he ain't going nowhere. In my head I moan a quiet moan because
it's surreal for sure, but feeling so good now it's sick.  And the realizations
that I'm being fucked by a big dog, and I'm not hating  it like I should, has me
wondering: what the fuck has Junior and Brett done to my brain?

When this big canine has fucked me into a docile bitch, he  surprises the shit
out of me by swinging his leg over my back and turning around so that  it's hind
end is up tight with my buttocks. He's no longer holding me in place  with it's
paws, we're attached, facing away from each other; at  least it's off my back
and can't nip me anymore.  Then a different feeling in my ass and a different
liquid is now drooling from my ass. I again  look  back between my legs and see
a milky substance joining what previously was the watery clear liquid. I think
the dog just shot his load. "Oh no!" I hear Molly yell, and over to our cage she
runs. "Damn, he's got you good now, honey. No way you can separate before his
engorged bulb goes down, and that can take anywhere from five to twenty minutes.
 He's inseminated you, I can see the milky seepage. The wet liquid is just
clear stuff to lube the way, ya might say." I'd like to ask  questions of
course, but can't because of my gag. And while it's certainly weird, even this
unimaginable  embarrassment seems okay to me 'cause it's here... that's probably
because Molly's the dog  groomer and she thinks mostly of me as one of her dogs,
and so do I when I'm  getting groomed; and getting fucked too now, I guess. I
don't know what to think.  She says, "Texas, that's the dog that's just mated
with you... he, like all dogs, has a long pink penis that's hidden  in a sheath
until it's  needed. Their penis isn't erect when they penetrate the bitch, in
this case you, but  rather it becomes erect from the humping inside you; there's
a bone in their penis that aids in penetration.  Did he pump you hard and fast
when he entered you?" I nod my head that he did, and she says, "He was pumping
his sperm up directly from his testicles, it's not stored like human males. Dogs
pump out the clear liquid while the bulb at  the base of their penis is
engorging itself with blood, and  that locks his penis inside your pussy... er,
ha ha ... ass, in your case, until he pumps his  sperm into you. When he turned
around on you, that's when he pumped sperm up inside you; it  was pumped
directly from his testicles into your vagina." I roll my eyes and  try to move,
but I'm locked to Texas's hind  quarters.

Molly says, "Give a holler when Texas  is through with you and I'll put him in
the bath to soak,"  and she does a hardy laugh, adding, "And and cool him off
too," and she's gone. I'm thinking, "Duh! She says, 'Give a holler' but I can't
holler, I can't whisper, I can make a friggin' sound!" She's too busy today,
last time she was soothing and nice, and I ended up being very docile for her,
just the way the real dogs are for her. Ah, she's good. I test the hold of
Texas's cock but the bulb still to engorged to slip past my sphincter.  It's no
longer sexy though, when Texas stopped fucking me it because just a pain in the
ass,  figuratively and literally. I'm sore back there, nothing major,  but sore.
All of a sudden the ridiculousness of my situation hits me and I laugh in my
head,  grinning around my pacifier-gag.  This is so far out there it's hard for
me to believe, and  it's happen to me.  Mikey and Brett won't believe it.  I
reach back  and pat Texas feeling the muscles of his  upper leg.  Jeez, he could
kill me in  here if he got pissed off, I gotta  be careful. With that in mind, I
stay very still until, about ten minutes later, I actually feel his cock bulb
shrink.  He squirts some more clear fluid inside me and it rolls out my anus as
he withdraws his cock.  I get a quick look at it; it's about three-quarters of
an inch around and maybe five inches long.  Very pink, but it disappears into a
sheath of skin almost immediately after withdrawal. Texas doesn't appear
interested in me now as he lays down next to  the other American Mastiff, who
looks just like Texas. The other  one picks up his head and looks at me, I back
up against the cage with my front towards the dog-with-no-name and scan the room
for Molly. The amounts of fluid that's still drooling out of my  ass is amazing.
 Texas really filled me up, and some of the milky sperm has  dried on my thighs
giving me this  queasy feeling in my stomach...  yuck!

Here comes Molly finally, she asks,  "You okay, honey? That was a very rare
deal, very rare!" She unlocks the cage, and says to me, "Turn around, cutie, and
let me make sure your okay." I turn around on all fours and the
dog-without-a-name comes right over to sniff my ass. Molly chuckles, and says,
"No, Sam Huston! Back!"  Sam, the dog, lies down again looking chastised as
Molly spreads my ass cheeks, going, "Mmmmm," he got ya good, honey.  There's
some swelling.  Did he hump you long?" I nod my head, liking her concern and
 her attention to me. She reaches between my legs then and pulls my swinging
scrotum back, then rubs my cock and laughs. "Why you devil, Brian! Texas got you
all sexed up,  didn't he.  Your little boner's as hard as Texas's cock got
inside your rectum, huh?"  I can't speak to tell her about the power pump and
penis ring, but in all truthfulness Texas did have me  almost spunking in my
cage. Molly pats my ass, saying, "You're okay, Brian," thinking the dog caused
my boner, then she's chuckling, adding, "Ha ha, you know how to  enjoy yourself.
 If Brett hadn't  given me specific instructions to leave the gag in, I'd take
it out to hear your story.   Is Texas a good sex partner?" and she's patting the
large head of the Mastiff now. Then she backs out taking Texas with her, and I
hear, "Hi Aunt Molly!" It's the niece that watched me get groomed two weeks ago.
 Molly goes, "Oh, hi Cheryl! Texas fucked the college boy," and they both laugh,
then Molly goes, "No, he really did, look." Cheryl comes over and Molly spreads
my ass cheeks again, "Look at the dried sperm," Cherly's making the, "Ewwww,"
sound which gets Molly laughing  again. My body temperature from blushing is
around the hundred degree mark, and  no way can I turn my head to face this girl
who's a year or two younger then me. Molly's all   business again, she says,
"I'm swamped today, Cheryl.  I said you could watch me groom the  college kid,
but you and you're friends are gonna need to be real quiet so you  don't spook
the  dogs.

The two of them are walking away, as I'm thinking, "Did she say 'and your
friends?'  and'don't spook the dogs?' how about, "don't spook me?"  Before that
thought was completed, Sam Houston mounts me and I groan in my throat and bump
my head at the end of the cage trying to get away, but he's much too powerful
and holds me in place with his front paws.  His hind quarter is humping and
spraying me with the watery liquid and then his soft penis, with the aid of a
bone running through it, impales me right in the middle of my  anus and pushes
in to begin a fast fucking of my ass that instinct's telling Sam  is needed to
pump sperm his sperm up from his testicles. Even though he fucks  me exactly
like Texas did, everything about Sam Houston'e fuck  goes quicker and smoother
than Texas's, and maybe that's because I know what to expect and I'm  opening my
legs and pushing my pussy up so the dog has full access; I'm accommodating  him
to get it over  with.  That goddamn Molly shouldn't have left me with these
horny fuckers! By me cooperating with Sam I eliminate the nips on my shoulders
and, even though Texas got me sore back there, the fast fucking is beginning to
feel good again and I find myself licking around my lips and concentrating on
the sensations. A long string of dog drool runs down my neck as Sam's gasping
for air, and then a screech, and Cheryl's yelling, "Babbs, Tim, Mark, hurry...
the dogs screwing the queer!" Whatever enjoyment I was having evaporates in an
instant.  Soon the cage is surrounded by five  college age kids, all pointing
and talking at once. Then Sam's ready to shoot  his sperm into me so he  does
nip me, then lifts a leg over my back turning around and with the  college kids
excitable talking Sam stands there pouring milky sperm up my ass.  It begins
draining out around Sam's cock as one of the kids says, in awe, the dog just
shot his  load up this dork's  ass... see the cum. "Ewww, that's gross!" many
giggles then the dog just stand there with his hind quarters squeezed  against
my buttocks, a blank expression on it's face. I know that nothing in my life
will be this humiliating ever again, so I'm getting it out of the way now. I'm
so grateful the kids are concentrating on my ass, they'd need to crawl over
another cage to get a look of me sideways and see my boner poking straight down
from my belly... once in a great while I get lucky. I'm trying to think of
something else, anything else but my current situation, when something pops in
my head: "Did Cheryl say 'Babbs?"  I went to  high school with a Babbs; how many
Babbs  can there be? The kids are babbling  insulting remarks, laughing as they
go.  I've no intention of turning my head to see if this  Babbs is the Babbs I
knew four years ago. I had a date with her for the senior prom and dumped her a
week before the dance because I got a chance to go with Debby Snyder, who was so
hot at  the time! Her  boyfriend got arrested and she didn't have a date so was
happy to go with me.  Unfortunately, this left Babbs without a date. Oh man, was
she pissed... and it was a lousy thing for me to do, I know, but that was then,
so fuck it now... nothing I can do, and it's probably not even her.

Molly comes bustling in scolding the  kids and making them stand against the far
wall where they're told they can watch, but no talking. She tells then, "The
college kid is next for grooming, so watch but keep your traps shut!" Then she
recognized Mark, and goes, "Hey, hotshot! Getting ready to  go  back to
college?" He goes, "Oh yeah. Hey, is it alright if I film this?  It'll be
awesome for my film project at school." Molly's like, "I can't say no to you,
handsome, but ya  gotta blank out his face. Okay?" Marks like, "Oh, definitely."
When Molly leaves, the kids all laugh,  and then Mark mimics Molly, "ya gotta
blank out his face," and more laughing with the  other boy, Tim,  saying,
"Riiiight!"  Oh man... did I just say I've had the most humiliating experience
I'll ever experience? And five minutes later it's beginning to look like maybe
my most humiliating experience is yet to come, and this sucks so bad! It's so
fucking unfair I could scream except I'm mute! I'd like to kill somebody, and
let's start  with Cheryl and work my way to Mark.  Oh fuck, I gotta calm down.
 I'm helpless and I need to make the best of a bad situation.  Okay, that's
better... just roll with the punches.  Like I said before, I'll never see  these
people away from here, so what do I care?! Well, I care, but it's bearably  if
my humiliation isn't in front of people I know. Then, to my relief, Sam shoots
the watery liquid up my  ass and disengages. I'm just about as sore as I was
after Texas fucked me so no real damage done. Sam  lay down in a big ball and
went back to sleep. Ten minutes later Molly came for me.   She picked me  up in
my hands-and-knees position; one of her massive arms across my chest and the
other under my buttocks. Without another word about me being fucked by two dogs.
she carries me, with dog sperm dripping from my ass, and set me down next to
Texas in a thirty inch deep vat of lukewarm water.  Texas looks over lazily at
me, then loses interest.

The next twenty minutes follow exactly the procedures from my first grooming of
bungee cord restraints, soaking, washing, rinsing, fingernails and toenails cut
to the quick, and doggy hair clipper  grooming down to my flesh. The college
kids can't control themselves  and call out from timer to time, but mostly it's
that annoying giggling, louder than necessary, and the forced laughter which is
so degrading, but I've got nothing to combat their ridicule of me.  I'm
basically a limp pile of flesh on the table next to Texas. The dog's finished
before me and Molly  puts him back in his cage all clean and smelling icky with
that doggy deodorant.   With Texas out of the  way I finally get a look at the
audience and see that it is the Babbs I know, and she's recognized me too
apparently because she's doing what Roy the paperboy did at my first grooming.
Roy looked at my dick, and it was totally shrunken at the time because I'm been
soaking so long; he held his thumb and forefinger about an inch apart, with a
smart-ass smirk on his face.  He's about twelve or thirteen and he then opens
his fingers wide and points to his crotch; then closes them  to one inch and
points to my dick. I wanted to ignore him but my face turned so  red it made him
laugh, and then dismiss me with a wave of his hand. I could'a  killed him. Now
Babbs is holding her thumb and forefinger about an inch apart, just like Roy.
 The others  pick up on it and do the same; kids can be so cruel. I have no way
to respond except with my eyes and  that ain't much. When Molly dips me in the
rinsing tank again, then bungee cords me  to the table, spread-eagled on my back
so I'm unable to move, the kids slowly approach.  Moly makes a face, then says,
"Okay, you can watch closer, but no talking." Marks taking video with the lens
focused on my face, then it travels down to my boner that's still sticking
straight up and as hard as stone. Molly lathers my head and begins a close shave
using what she tells the kids is called a balding razor. I hear the sandpaper
sound as she scraped the hair down to the scalp. "Does it feel  smooth," ask
Babbs.  "Sure does honey, feel it," and Babbs reaches over with one  finger to
feel, "Wow! That's bald alright!" I take a deep breath through my  nose feeling
like a freak.  When Molly's concentrating on the shaving, one of the boys picks
up the long plastic pointer and pushes at my boned-up cock. He mutters, "Holy
shit, it's as rigid as a statue.  Is it real?" and they all laugh with Molly
going, "Shhh!" as she finishes  shaving my head shiny bald.

After washing my bald head with a wet sponge, eliminating random shaving cream
remnants, she wets down my crotch, then adjust my feet into stirrups and spreads
my legs apart, raising them until my asshole is looking out at her.  She
mutters, "Perfect," and extends the shaving cream from my groin to the bottom of
my ass cheek crack. "I need to use a straight razor for this, and it's something
that requires training before you can even pick-up a  straight razor," she
lectures to the giggling college students who are exchanging looks like, "Can
you believe this shit?!!" Molly sounds proud and is unaware of the mocking the
kids are doing at me and Molly too actually. I'm beyond humiliated in this
position so I keep my eyes shut and pray this will soon be over. Molly informed
me when we started that she won't have the time today for a full body shave, and
I'm so glad  of that. When my grooming's over today I intend begging my master
to forbid Molly to allow an audience watch future grooming. Molly breaks into my
thoughts by saying to the college kids, "Would one of you put on disposable
gloves from that  box and help hold his buttock apart while  I shave around his
anus?" Tim says, "Sure, I'll help," and pulls a couple of plastic gloves out of
the box. I'd just as soon die now, this is way beyond embarrassing and to make
things worse, I'm feeling claustrophobic again. Molly spreads my ass cheeks
wide and Tim puts a hand on each one, stretching them further apart, until it's
painful. Molly goes, "Oh, that's excellent Timmy, hold it just like that," as
she begins shaving around my asshole and up my crack." This is so dehumanizing,
words can describe it. I hate that I'm  blushing like mad, as Tim begins mugging
for the other kids pretending my hole stinks and  stuff like that. Tim's looking
kinda cute, and his hands feel nice on my ass.  When Molly says, "All  done,"
meaning shaving my anus, she begins shaving my groin area and Tim comically
holds his cute nose with one  hand as he pushes his gloved finger two inches up
my ass, everyone bursts out laughing as  my eyes get wide open and I'm squirming
against the bungee cords, unable to move more than an inch one way or the other.
 Molly's stern now, "Okay, kids... no more of that!" They pretend to be
properly chastised as she finishes shaving my private parts. "Who want to help
me out by  working Nair into his crotch and asshole? I'm really backed-up in the
main room, and it only takes about ten minutes to do it properly, which is to
say, dissolve the hairs under the skin.  Any takers?" Babbs is putting on
disposable gloves, saying, "I'd like to help!" and Molly's like, "Well, aren't
you  sweet!" She sets her up with a large container of Nair hair depilatory, and
leaves me in the  hands of these nitwits.  First she leaves me with horny dogs
who fuck me, and now this, but yet...  it's dangerously sexy somehow as my eyes
travel from one face to next... the boys are prettier than the girls... Oh fuck!
Where did that thought come from?

As soon as  Molly leaves the area the kids close in around me, all of them
pulling on disposable  gloves. Tim rubs over my anus and then strokes my boner,
prompting Marks to say, "What the fuck, dude? You gay or something?" and Cheryl
says, "Let's watch Brian shoot off. I  mean, look at the size of that thing...
can he even climax?" That makes me wince as Babbs begins rubbing the Nair around
the base of my cock, muttering, "My ten year old brother has a bigger dick than
this!" Oh  man, I wish I took her to the prom, she's scary when she's out for
revenge... but it's beginning to be a load off my mind.  I deserve pay back
which I'm getting; plus, all these kids around me,  prodding me and rubbing my
body... it's beginning to feel good. Mark goes, "Hey, give me some of  that,"
and he scoops out a glob of Nair and begins rubbing it into my scalp. "He wants
bald, so we'll give  him bald,"  and the laughing starts again. That scares me
at first, but it feels good too and soon all of  them are spreading Nair from my
head to my toes, and it's burning a little, but  tingling nicely too. The
reality of it hits me and I don't want to lose the hair on my head, and for a
few seconds there I'm really feeling sorry for  myself, and tears are forming in
my eyes. More humiliation now as the tears begin to roll down my cheeks making
the kids chuckle, and say, "Maybe it's the fumes from this chemical. Hee hee."
Babbs, the bitch, extends my scrotum it's full eight inches, then picks up the
weight and drops it on my perfectly round balls, asking, "Now is the small dick
baby sorry he dumped me for that slut who puts out for everybody?" I tried to
nod my head, to admit I'm sorry, but the pain in my balls has me crossing my
eyes, and all the kids laugh again. Along with my obvious discomfort, a strange
feeling of pleasure slowly is overtaking my  brain and my crying helps to get me
realizing I'm a much more immature younger boy, then these kids. I've been bad
and need to be disciplined by these  older kids. of course, maybe it's my brain
once again altering reality so that I can better accept the inevitable. I don't
know; all I know is I'm slipping into one of those  pleasurable states of mind
and now I  want them to take all my hair.

When Babbs mentioned me dumping her a few seconds ago, the other kids are like,
"What, whaddaya mean?" and Babbs tells them the prom story, and what a prick I
was back then, and I'm thinking, "Yes! I deserve my discipline for that!
Discipline me hard!!.  The story pisses them all off, as it should, and three of
them work with renewed effort rubbing the Nair as deep into the pours of my
scalp as possible, which begins to excite me big time! The idea of  being
totally hairless gets my dick quivering and my sore, hard balls begin to come to
life. Babbs has been working Nair into my ass crack and all around my cock, and
now she's stroking my cock with  slippery Nair on her glove; her other gloved
hand caresses my long scrotum, and occasionally squeezes my nuts.  Initially I
would have thought she could stroke me for two years and I  wouldn't cum under
these conditions, but that's totally changed in the last five minutes; I deserve
to be humiliated, and now I like these college kids, who don't like me at all;
and I like that they're giving me what I deserve, without pity.  The feel of
their hands is so exciting and now my balls are really churning spunk as I once
again try squirming but the cords have me secure and I can hardly move a muscle.
 My dick's so boned-up that most of the foreskin's been drawn back,
but Babbs, her lips perched together,  concentrating on the task at hand, is
working the small amount of foreskin available on and off the  head of my boner
and it's soon obvious to me I'm gonna have a big orgasm, and now I want one so
bad, and I'm really  into these kids. Maybe the dogs fucking me got me aroused,
well... no 'maybes' about it, they did...  and now all these hands rubbing my
body with me fully aware that they're stripping me of  my  hair, maybe
permanently, and it's the nerve of them and the fact they do whatever they want
with me, that's such a major turn on, and that kid,Tim, is so cute, and a minute
ago he stuck his finger up my ass and stroked my cock a few times; then, finally
this hand job by Babbs, as she gets revenge, it's the best part... I'm gurling
in my throat, wishing I could squeal like a school girl at how hot I'm feeling,
how sexually aroused I am! It's all so perfect and now I'm feeling so grateful
to these wonderful kids, who are all far superior to me; grateful their doing
this to my body and mind. Babbs, with the slipper depilatory Nair on her gloved
hand, is creating an awesome feeling on my cock, my cock that's been boned up
hard for almost two hours now.  This handjob is a wonderful way to finish me
off, and did it ever finish me off. Blowing air out my nose like a  bull in
heat, I contract every muscle in my body and fire off a long luscious stream  of
spunk  from my throbbing cock head; the force of the ejaculation burns my pee
slit; the string of hot creamy spunk goes straight up until gravity stops it and
forces it to retreat back down on my body as another string of cum traveles in
an arc to land near my knee; three more spurts and I'm blacking out from sensory
overload. The kids are yelling and cheering with each stream of cum Babbs milks
from my nuts; truly an awesome experience, one I hope can be repeated again in
two weeks. I've changed my mind about whining to my master and my  little
brother about the audience at my grooming; I love it!.

The after  affects of my incredible climax shimmered around my body causing my
shoulders to shake, my long toes to curl, and a  shiver to run down my spine.
 My penis is still engorged with erectile fluids because of the cock ring, but
it's  not nearly as hard and I'm coming down off the orgasm quickly.  After
orgasm things don't seem as cut and dry as they did when I was sexually excited,
aroused like never before, and now I'm wondering about the possibility of losing
my hair permanently... and what's Molly's reaction going to be when she sees how
the kids disobeyed her.  Well, I won't have to wait long to find out; Molly's
heard the uproar from the college kids and she's striding down the aisle now,
sputtering, "Wha.. I can't believe..." then she sees the stripes of cum on my
body and Babbs still has a hand on my cock; plus, I'm covered in Nair.   Molly's
like, "Ah ah, oh..." then she bursts out with her raucous laugh, slapping her
large  thigh.  The kids giggle nervously; they were wondering if they'd got
themselves in hot water. Tim's continuing to  slowly rub the Nair into my scalp
as he's showing the cutest, boyish nervous grin. I'm getting a thing for Tim;
wish he  could be one of my assistant trainers. Catching her breath, Molly gives
a  mock scolding lecture, "Cheryl! You are so bad!" then more laughing from
Molly and the kids join in, no longer fearing that they're in trouble. "You
remind me so much of myself at your age; full of devilment. Oh man, you're all
so naughty," and she rubs Mark's shoulder, mumbling, "Such a handsome young
man," then, remembering me, she pats a bare spot on my arm, saying, "No harm, no
foul, Brian.  Kids just being kids. We'll get ya cleaned up and let me tell ya,
it won't be necessary to shave you at your next grooming. Well, I'm not sure,
we'll see.  Anyway...," and she's undoing the cords, saying to the kids, "Since
you messed him up, you clean him up.  Rinse him off real well in the big rinsing
tank, then get him set up in front of the driers and tie him down.  I'll  check
on you in ten minutes or so." Then to me, "Be real docile for the kids, they'll
do a good job for ya." Now, let's  get serious, they haven't done a good job so
far, and why  should they; they don't know what the fuck they're doing.  I not
mad at the kids though, I'm not as thrilled with them as I was before my climax,
but I'm still under their spell some... I'm glad they're going to be handling me
some more, but it's Molly who I'm disappointed in. She's been irresponsible, and
unlike my first grooming she hasn't given me that feeling of wishing I was one
of her dogs. What the fuck, maybe this is better.

The kids fumble the rest of the bungee cords off me, then each grab one of my
limbs, no  not that one, and carry me over to a big tank of water.  They swing
me, going, "One, two, three!" and  fling me into the tank... it's the soapy tank
though, so they fish me out, laughing, goofing off, and acting younger then
they are. At the other tank it's the same thing, and on the count of three, in I
go. It's never pleasant being dipped in  water that dogs have been bathed and
rinsed in all day,  but what's the sense of me complaining? I have no say about
anything, and thinking that thought has me squeezing my half boned-up cock.  I'm
getting to like being powerless; it's sexy having someone completely control
you.  Now, if it didn't include sexual activities like it does for me, then it
would suck. I'm squirming in the water with sexual overtones just because I
don't know what these four kids will do to me next. Tim keeps pushing my head
under whenever I'm near enough to the water's edge for him to reach my head.
 I'm beginning to be desperate for  air and start floundering in the water.
After being forced to drink a couple of mouthfuls of that  disgusting water Mark
helps keep my head above water while I suck in air through my nose so fast my
nostrils are quivering. While  that's going on, Tim's got a hand between my legs
squeezing my cock, saying, "You're got the largest clitoris I think I've  ever
seen, how's this feel on your  twat?" Of course I can't speak, but I hear the
others chuckling and I'm starting to think my favorite, Tim, is a prick. The
gang carries me over to the drying area and hook me up with bungee cords in a
ridiculous manner, then turn on the driers full force. I don't hear them leave,
but it's the last I see of them.  Guess they lost interest 'cause I wouldn't
fight them; why would I, I liked it. Yeah, I did, but now I'm again worried
about my hair... the hair on my head primarily, but it could get embarrassing
going through life without pubic hairs too.  The kids got the  hair under my
arms, and then I get another worry: did they Nair my eyebrows? That will be
freaky bad  if they did. There was so much hand activity on my head I wasn't
paying attention to where it was, specifically.  Rustling  around, in what
amounts to a hurricane wind from that powerful drying fan, I free a hand from
the bungee cords; something I  wouldn't be able to do if  Molly secures me in,
and felt my eyebrows.  Nothing but skin; they took my eyebrows. My eyes tear-up
again, but my dick stirs too... it's as if the worse my superiors do to me, the
more sexually aroused I get. I don't know how long it takes for eyebrows to grow
out, but until they do I'm gonna look freaky indeed. Good, it's what I need to
make me realize you can't treat people like Babbs the way I treated her. This
training is teaching me humility, and  so much more.

I'm as dry as the Sahara desert by the time Molly comes to turn  off the drier
fans.  "Everybody abandon you, honey, she asks, as she releases me from the
cords. I shrug my shoulders,  getting used to not speaking, as Molly picks me up
like a dog; me on all fours. she gets an arm under my ass and across my  chest.
 Carrying me back into the main area, she says, "Brett was here for you on time,
but we're late with all our appointments today so I  sent him away. He'll be
back for ya shortly." She's holds me against her large breast with one hand as
she undoes the latch on a medium size cage, then slides me in head first
clicking closed the latch near my ass. "Sorry about the small cage, but it's the
only one available at the moment." Then I hear her footsteps walking away...
whoa, this is tight. No way I can turn around, or even lay down. Before closing
the door to my cage she pressed my feet up to my  ass, which is possible now as
a result of the doggie tie-up of my legs during training sessions. When she
slammed the gate my toes poked through the spokes of the door, and my head bent
back with my face pressed up against the  wire mesh at the back of the cage. I'm
literally crammed in so tightly I can't move a muscle and it occurs to me now,
at this terribly inconvenient moment, that I need to pee so badly I can taste
it.  I didn't have the urge when the kids were dunking me  in  the tanks full of
water; water that dogs pee in regularly, by the way.  Oh no, not me, I need to
pee when I can't move, when there aren't any options.  Goddammit! What an idiot
I am.  I hold it in for twenty minutes, but no sightings of Brett or Mikey or
Molly. It's a sharp pain in my bladder now and I've got my old enemy
claustrophobia fucking with my mind now too; it has me screaming in my head, so
to hell with it... I let the pee flow out. I'm so  cramped the pee stream,
through my semi-boner, is directed at my chest and as the warm wet urine covers
my chest and streams down my belly and onto my thighs I laugh to myself 'cause
I'm actually enjoying the feeling of peeing on  myself, and the smell's awesome
too. Why wouldn't I like it; I'm a dog, aren't I? What do I give a shit about
some piss? Of course, a few minutes later I change my mind; the pee's cooled and
the stale pee smell is strong and unpleasant. I'm not really a dog after  all,
and I'm miserable now.  I've been noticing that things done to me can seem great
for a few minutes, then can sometimes appear horrible on second thought, and I
don't know why that is.  Brett  said he and Junior will change me into what they
want me to be, and I can see I'm changing, it's just that my opinion of things
as the change takes place swings from one opinion to the opposite in a matter of
minutes... all part of the change I guess. I no  longer have any doubt I'll be
what Brett wants me to be, and I'm glad of that too; it's just hard  sometimes.

I'm in my pee stained cage realizing I miss Brett and Mikey, when I hear Molly's
booming voice  say, "Okay, Brett, you got it! I'll get him right now, honey."
She's opening the cage ten seconds later, going, "Aww, did ya have an accident,
honey? Pulling me out in the position I'm in, on all fours, she buckles my dog
collar around my neck, and says, "Come  on over and let me wipe some of that
nasty pee pee off ya, " but I'm cramped up and can't move very well so she picks
me up and dips me in the water up to my shoulders, muttering, "I shouldn't have
put your collar on until I dunked ya." Then on the drying table again, on my
hands and knees, she turns on the hurricane drying fan, and holds onto the back
of my neck instead of tying me up. I'm fairly dry in sixty seconds, the air
swishing over my hairless body feels  different, but cool. Molly carries me, in
the dog-carry style, into the dress area and pulls on  my pantyhose, but leaves
my nuts hanging outside the panties. "Oops," she says as she gathers up the
eight inches of scrotum and the half  pound weight and drops them down the front
of my pantyhose. "Here, Brian... put on your pretty wrist cuffs, and your ballet
slippers." As I'm doing that, she slips the sandwich boardw over my head, then
put's Mikey's pinwheel beanie on my bald head, saying,  "Brett says you get to
wear this back to the gym," and she flicks the pinwheel creating a whirring
noise, then laughs her big laugh. My muscles have loosened up; I get the
unicycle and walk out to meet Brett and my little brother, Mikey. They both come
right over, real curious to see how I look, Mikey's stunned, "He goes, oh my
god! Mom's gonna shit!" then he laughs, pointing at my eyes, "They took his
eyebrows too!" Brett's shaking his head, murmuring, "You and me,  Mikey... we're
breaking new ground with out training techniques.  My brother's gonna be
stealing my methods before long.  Look at Brian... he looks like a, a... I don't
know, a fucking alien!" They both get the giggles at that, hugging each other as
they giggle.  It kind of makes me jealous to see that... I wanna hug with them
too. Finally Molly comes out with the list of charges, and says to Brett, "I
didn't charge ya for the full body Nair treatment, but if we do it at  your
request it a hundred dollars... just so ya know. The total for today is ninety
dollars, so put in a chit for that and you work it out with Brian however you
want." Brett's shrugging his shoulders, "I told you we do payroll deduction for
him, no sweat! The money's no problem." She waves goodbye and hurries to groom
the next dog.  I'm thinking, "Ninety dollars is no problem? Are you shitting me?
That's a day's pay, after taxes.  I'm gonna have squat for spending money at
college!" Then, for the first time ever, I thought, "Do I really want to go back
to  Brown? What will I need a university education for? I'm liking this life,
I'll ask my master what he thinks." That thought brought back my boner...  I
love the idea that I'm going to ask advise from a fifteen year old about
something as important as this. I squeeze my groin muscles and a drop of precum
glistened at my pee slip.  No doubt about it, I get off sexually  being
dominated, especially by Brett and my little brother.  Oh, my dick feels soo
good again now that it's hard, I want to stroke it so bad, but I don't for fear
of a paddling.  I'm remembering Tim stroking my cock, when Brett orders, "Let's
go, freak... mount up and get this unicycle back to the gym." I reach down and
do a quick grope at my crotch, croaking out, "Yes, master," causing a passer by
to turn and look at us with a frown on his face that seems to question:
 'Master?' What  the....?

Getting back was a breeze, the experience curve set in and I did great  riding
that unicycle, which I think disappointed the boys. What the hell, for them I
did a header right outside the gym hoping to get a laugh from them, but I
unfortunately partially landed on my boner which quickly retreated to
semi-status. Both boys got a good laugh at my retreating boner, but they but
they knew I did it my spill on purpose so Brett  goes, "See smart-ass, ya mess
around and get hurt!" Inside it was back to business: Mikey had me strip, get at
attention, and then he and Brett scrutinized my hairless body in amazement.
They'd never seen anybody this hairless, not even babies, and the more they
rubbed and gawked at me the worse I felt ,'cause it's like I'm a freak or
something. Finally Mikey takes me into the locker room and unlocks the penis
ring, then removes my pacifier gag. When I tried to talk I find I can only make
babbling sounds which annoy Mikey so he slaps the side of my face with his
little hand, and orders me to, "Shut the fuck  up with that, I've got a
headache. Keep your mouth shut or I'll put the gag back in. I look down, and
try to mumble, "Yes Michael," but it came out as, "Yjesta, minggle," and it got
me another slap which has my ears ringing. Mikey has small hands which is why he
uses a paddle or a belt to spank me with when disciplining me. His little hands
work  fine for slaps around the face because he gets some speed behind the slap
and they really sting. I doggy walk over to the showers where Mikey hoses me
down and then dries me with a big soft blanket towel.  He's gentle with me now,
and generous with short massages, which he's very good at. It's possible he's
feeling guilty about snapping at me and smacking me for no good reason. At times
like these I get real malleable and docile for Mikey who manipulates my body, me
just about laying against him.  I feel a sort of hero worship for my little
brother at times like these, and then Brett comes in and does the deep tongue
kissing so by the time those two are done making me feel wonderful,  I've
forgotten any negative feelings I had earlier in the training  session.

Finally dressed, the session over, Brett needs a ride home so of course I give
him a ride, Mikey's relegated to the back seat .  Neither of the boys is old
enough to drive but Mikey's kinky fiend Ben just got his drivers license
recently. We're picking him up after I drop Brett off. At Brett's place he seems
more like a normal fifteen tear old; no dominant actions, just, "Yo, thanks for
the ride, Brian... see ya at work tomorrow. Peace!" and off he runs, up his
front walk to then disappear inside. His parents probably don't know what a star
they have for a son... hell, two stars, 'cause Junior's awesome too.  The way he
casually said goodbye made it seem like we're friends, and maybe we are... I'm
not sure. Mikey's being nice too, although when he gets in the passenger seat he
gives me directions to Ben's house without asking if I mind  chauffeuring him
and Ben around.  On the way, Mikey tells me the three of us are eating dinner
together at our apartment, and then Ben and Mikey will put me through some more
training.  What kind that'll be, I don't know yet, but I find Mikey's
matter-of-fact manner exciting, like I don't have a choice, and I guess I don't
when ya come right down to it.  I glance over at my little brother and he seems
so smug and confident it gives my dick a thrill. Mikey's something, alright!
Outside Ben's house I honk the horn and a minute later this skinny, odd looking
boy about five feet tall saunters out the front door; he's sporting an arrogant
expression on his face that trumps Mikey's smug one. Jesus, these young teens
are hot!! Ben walks directly to my door and stops next to me, but totally
ignores me.  Instead he's wiggling his index finger at Mikey who then jumps into
action and cracks his ankle on the passenger door in his  hurry to open it; then
he races around to exchange a quick hug with tiny Ben. I'm surprised at Mikey's
obsequious behavior and, for some reason I'm hesitant to try speaking, not sure
if my tongue is working yet for talking, and something about Ben is telling me
just to  keep my trap shut.  Done with the hug, Ben says to Mikey, in a
commanding voice, "You get your ass over to the passenger seat!" Turning to me,
he snaps his finger, saying, "Out, you get out, right now!" and then he's
pointing to the back of the car, "You sit in the back! I'm driving!" I don't
hesitate, I've been trained too well. Scrambling out the door, I take a chance,
saying, "Yes, sir!" and thankfully it comes out okay. Ben swats my ass as I'm
getting in the back seat, then he gets in the driver's seat and adjusts it way
up near the steering wheel. He revs the engin, then turns his head, and snaps a
command at me, "Sit in the middle of the seat, asshole, not right behind me,
that's sick! He  has the type of voice, and the confident command about
everything, that gets me all hot and bothered... my eyes are shining as I lick
my lips, mumbling, "Yes, sir," again and scurry over to the middle of the back
seat.  Mikey's quietly chuckling, then  mumbles, "You're so cool, Ben." Ben's
looking straight ahead, as he's pulling away from the curb, he mutters, "Shut
up, Mikey! I'm driving..." Oh boy, I'm looking forward to being trained by Ben.

to be continued....


Donny Mumford     thinat20@yahoo.com