Date: Wed, 26 Jan 2000 17:07:29 EST
From: LIRAVENSMC@aol.com
Subject: Delivering Andy Part 7

Disclaimer:  The following story is a work of fiction.  If you are
offended by descriptions of homosexual acts or man/man
relations or power and surrender scenes, please exit this page.  If you
are under age please exit this story now.

Delivering Andy

Copyright 1999 by M Conley.  All rights reserved.

Chapter 7..............

    Every once in a while we all get that perfect morning. We slowly come to
consciousness, gently rising out of our sonombulistic haze. Our senses turn
on one by one letting us experience a pseudo-birth. First our ears expand
their range seek out sounds, maybe birds outside the window, maybe the
rhythmic breathing of ourselves or those lying beside us. The slightly
unpleasant taste lingering in our mouths that has fermented overnight from
its once blissful essence. The touch of blanket on warm skin as we uncurl and
stretch relax muscles reveling in the gift of motion. Then the final step
into alertness and identification as we open our eyes and take in our
surroundings. This was one of those mornings after a night of lust and sexual
abandon I'd never before experienced.

    As my senses returned and I began to be come more aware of my
surroundings, some things weren't quite making sense. I was in a warm place
lying on a soft furry throw or blanket. It tickles my skin and tries to lull
me back to sleep. I can hear breathing of several bodies around me but it
seems heavy and quicker than a slumbering person should have. I have no
blanket covering me. I am curled up almost fetal but more open. I have a
sharpening smell in my nose, obviously the remnants of last nights "baptism".
It insist nasty per se, but strikingly different from what I'm  used to. I
noticed next it's mimicked by the post apocalyptic morning breathe taste in
my mouth. I squeeze my a eyes a bit tighter at that. I become aware that my
rested body actual has some aches that are beginning to remind me of the
previous nights confinement. I feel the slightly cooler feel of the collar
around my neck and hear it as I begin to stir. I stretch out in catlike
fashion loosening myself up for motion. The bodies around me begin to stir as
well. Suddenly, I'm shocked by the touch of a cold damp object having
contacted my nose. I open my eyes and find myself face to face with a huge
head of a fur covered face of a dog.

        I sit bolt upright and find I'm in a room by myself with 6 big dogs
of different breeds and sizes.  I'm now being studied by my roommates as they
also come to consciousness. Some just look up with roving eyes from their
supine positions before getting up to stretch. One by one they come and
investigate this new member to the kennel, sniffing and licking me. I'm
drowning is a see of fur and find that I'm the only one that smells. I still
have the dries and sticky remains of last night covering my skin. The dogs
just assume that it normal and continue their inspection. There are two labs,
one black, one chocolate, both large. There is a boxer with tiger like
markings of black and tan, There a classic looking husky with eerie white
blue eyes that seem to look through me. There is a fluffy sheep dog which has
been recently groomed. It flops around me almost excitedly. The last is a
collie which seem to be charged by the others actions and begins to bark and
whine until I reach out for it and stroke it. They all take this as a cue and
rush me more aggressively.  The room is lit only by the morning light
obscured by translucent blinds. Is a warm comforting glow that just put a
finish on this perfect morning. I take my turn scratching a good morning to
each of my roomies.

    Suddenly the boxer goes stock still and wiggles his ears looking at the
door. He is quickly joined by the rest and all forget about me and charge the
door. Their energy and noise level take a quantum jump. They seem to know
that the door is about to open. I rise to me feet and stay back from the
throng of canines. Feels good to be upright and unfettered. My morning piss
hardon bobs on front of me reminding me of the urgency of needing to piss. I
hear the lock release and the knob turn. Carefully, the door opens and there
is Topper, dressed in flannel bottoms and slippers trying to keep the dogs at
bay. They each want to say hello to him and get a scratch in return. I'm
assuming this is a morning ritual for them. Topper look every bit as hot and
masculine as he did last night, if a bit groggy.

    "SIT!" he commands and each dog immediately obeys and one one or two let
our a little whine. I stand watching until he turns his stern gaze at me. "I
said SIT!" his intent is very clear. I drop down to kneeling position.

    "Alright, CHK, CHK!" the dogs all rush out of the room past Topper at his
command. I stay looking at him not knowing what I should do. He walks close
to me and tusses my hair and says "Good morning pup. Did you sleep well?" The
tone is warm and gentle.

    "Yes sir. Thank you sir." I respond. He continue to rub my head firmly
with his powerful arms. It's both a comforting and demeaning act I'm more
than aware of.

    "Gotta go, huh pup?" he asks.

    "Uh, Yes sir. I do sir." I say embarrassed.

    "You'll have to hold it for a while, you have chores first before you're
allowed to relieve yourself." he says and continues,"Lets go, Heel!"

    I obediently follow him as he leads me through the house. My cock is
getting painfully hard and I can feel the pressure building in my bladder
slowly. As I follow, my dick points the way through the large house. We come
out of the hall and into a large living area with a huge sectional leather
couch which creates an informal space in an otherwise open studio like space.
There's a large fireplace offset and free standing in the space. Behind the
fireplace is a staircase that disappears through the ceiling. There are large
throw pillows scattered throughout the room. The wood floor shines and
reflects the warm light coming through the drawn not quite shear shades.
Opposite the fireplace on a caddycorner is a large entertainment center.
Pictures decorate the walls and there are sore statues scattered on the
tables. A very handsome room which fits my new Master and Topper. He
continues toward the kitchen which shares an half open wall with the dining
room. A large table with many chairs is center in the room simple but modern.
There is a china cabinet and serving station along the wall. The kitchen is
bright and spotless. There's a hanging rack over a center island ornamented
with all sorts of pots, pans and cooking utensils. The cabinets have glass
panels surrounded by the golden oak. They almost match the floor  in the
living room. Each filled with glassware and serving wear as well as spices
and cooking needs. At the end of the kitchen is a "mud room/pantry" where we
catch up to the excited pack.

    The dogs are waiting by the door dancing in their skins with the same
need I have. Topper opens the door and the dogs rush past bolting into the
yard.
"There's the food, one can plus one canful kibble for each. They'll be back
at the door in about ten minutes." Topper instructs me. I see the line of
dishes in the kitchen for the dogs. There is a large common water station
that needs to be refilled.

    "Yes sir." I say and begin grabbing cans of dog food off the bottom
shelf. I hurriedly get the food out and mixed and the water refilled. I'm
starting to wince and cramp from the growing urgent need to piss. Topper
comes back with coffee cup in hand. He half check the bowls as he comes by to
let the dogs back in. A few were waiting at the door and charge in and dive
for the food. Topper whistles and calls the rest in. ONce they're all
involved in their morning meals, Topper calls me outside.

    As I step out tentative and naked onto the patio, I can feel it's just
slightly cooler than it was last night when I crossed to the storm door.
Handing me a small pail topper tells me, "Go clean up the yard after them.
Into the pail and then when you get back, the bag into the trash can on the
side. The sooner you're done, the sooner you get to go."

    I take the pail and head out into the high fenced and hedged back yard.
It's not until I find the first pile that the obvious hits me. I don't have a
shovel or plastic glove to pick them up. I half think he must be kidding
until my bladder reminds me to be quick. Reluctantly, I grab the offending
pile in my hand. It's thankfully solid and oddly warm but still unpleasant.
The sharp smell overcomes those already in my nostrils and I twist my head
away. Another step down in my journey. I do my best to find all the piles,
seven in all.I scrape my hand as best as possible in the bag. I cautiously
deliver my pooch parcel to the trash can around the side. The side of the
yard is fenced to the front of the house, much to my relief.

    I head back to the kitchen door and knock lightly. Topper comes and opens
it and tells me to follow and not to touch anything. He leads me back through
the house to the hall we first came out of. He leads me to another door into
a full bathroom with a standing shower along the better part of the wall,
almost lockerroom like. There are atleast two shower heads and a common
drain.

    "There's the bowl. Do what you need then get into the shower." Topper
instructs. He follows me with his eyes as I go about relieving myself
gratefully.  I lean over the bowl to piss through my hard on. It slowly
subsides and I get to stand more relaxed. As I finish, I realize I also need
to take a dump. I feel strange having to do so in front of  Topper. I can
tell by his stern gaze he's not bothered or impressed by my modesty. I meekly
sit on the bowl and  relax my bowels. A huge fart heralds the coming of my
load. The smell of both fill the room. Topper doesn't flinch, I almost think
he inhaled a bit deeper after I let go. Finishing I look for toilet paper
which is no where to be found. I stand and walk around the half wall into the
shower. Topper reaches under the sink into the cabinet below where I can see.
He is fidgeting with something with his back to me. I stand a bit nervously
on the cold tile. I hear him start the sink then the water stops. He turns
and approaches me. I see  in his hand a nozzle connected to a hose. I
understand what's coming.

    "Turn around." Topper commands. As I do the first torrent of cold water
splashes against my back. I wince from the assault against my skin which is
breaking out in goosebumps. I smell soap and there are some suds forming
around me. "Start washing pup. Let's make it quick." he says. I rub the soapy
water across my body, removing the remnants of piss and cum from the
initiation of the previous night. "Get your head as well," Topper instructs.
He sprays my head directly. I sputter under the stream. Topper has a sadistic
grin on his face, he's enjoying this. "Turn around and bend over" he says. I
comply and instantly there is a jet of cold water blasting my asshole. I run
my hands over it getting it as clean as possible. The stream stops. "Good,
now let me rinse you off." he sneers. This time the cool water is without
soap and I turn and dance as I finish cleansing myself. Topper turns and
undoes the hose from the sink faucet and puts it away. He turns and tosses me
a warm bath towel. "There. Don't you feel better pup? Nice and clean from you
little party." He coos.

    "T-thank you S-Sir." I answer through chattering teeth. I quickly sop up
the water off my skin and begin feeling warm again. I do feel better all over
I realize from the bracing shower. I follow Topper out of the bathroom and
back to the kitchen. I wrap the towel around my waste in unnecessary modesty.
He leads me to the kitchen where the dogs are finishing their breakfast and
begin romping around with eachother. They've left a mess behind which I can
assume will be my next chore.

    "SIt down pup." Topper commands. I immediately drop to my knees, hands
behind my back at ease. "Hungry?" he questions.

    "Yes Sir. I suppose so Sir." I meekly respond.

    "WHICH IS IT?!" he barks loudly. Some of the dogs react. "Are you or
aren't you? Which?!" he presses.

    "Yes Sir, I am Hungry Sir." I assertively reply.

    "That's better. When I ask you a question, I want a response quick and
clear. Whether it's breakfast or more of my cock in your ass." he instructs.
He then went about gathering and preparing food. I sit patiently while he
works. He turns and has a tray which he places before me on the floor.. I see
some coffee, toast, A good helping of scrambled eggs and an orange. I find
myself unexpectedly salivating at this repast before me. I'm not sure what
I'm to do, eat right there or take the tray and eat elsewhere?
Topper takes a similar tray to the counter table by the halfwall. He sits and
begins to enjoy his breakfast. I assume I'm to eat where I am. I reach for
the coffee.

    "HUP-Up-up!" Topper snaps. I freeze. "Okay. Go ahead. Eat up, you have a
long day ahead." he relents.

    "Thank you Sir." I answer and begin eating his delicious meal. I can't
remember such a simple meal ever tasting so good. Like I'd never tasted any
of it before. I can't help but wonder what is in store for me the rest of the
day.

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