Date: Mon, 9 Jan 2017 22:59:04 +0000
From: Lewis Robinson <rs2010g@gmail.com>
Subject: Dog Slave Training Chapter 12

Dogslave training

This story, which is entirely fictional, contains dog training and full
toilet training between two or more men. If you are not into this, don't
read on.

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By Lewis.
Chapter 12

It was a 10 minute walk to the field where the pony slaves were
kept. Master Andy spotted three slaves. They were huge animals -- both
extremely tall (he guessed all were over 6 foot 8, and very heavily
muscled. Each wore a posture collar which forced their heads up. A bit gag
was locked on each slave, as well as a full leather harness. From the chest
ring, 5 thick straps branched off, 2 going over the shoulders and coming
back around under the arms, which accentuated the thick nipple piercings
each slave sported. The fifth strap went down to the naval, where it
connected to another ring. From here, two strap went around the waist,
while a third went down to their cocks, ending in a heavy metal cock
ring. A final strap went from the cock ring, under their arses, functioning
to hold in the pony tail butt plus they each wore, and then back up to the
waist strap. It was their dicks, however, which made Master Andy's jaw
drop.

	"My pony slaves have been selected for their large size," Master
Jason told Him. "Only slaves at least 6 foot 6 are eligible to become
ponies. Then they must spend at least 1 year enduring almost constant
forced workouts under the direction of my personal trainers to build up
their muscles. They must weigh at least 250 lbs with no more than 10% body
fat before their pony training begins. However, they must also undergo one
final modification that I think you've already spotted. Their cocks undergo
surgery to make them impossibly large. The length is increased to 15
inches, and the girth to 10 inches.  Of course, their dicks no longer work
except to allow them to piss, but that's of no importance."

	"They're the biggest cocks I've ever seen!" said Master Andy. "It's
incredible. It must really have a big psychological impact on them and help
with the pony training no end."

	"Absolutely. Let's get one to take us back."

	In the field were several large contraptions consisting of a 20
foot metal boom connected to a central post. The ponies were each tethered
to a boom by their harnesses and forced to run in circles, while the
trainers encouraged them with a bull whip.

	"The pony slaves work for 14 hours per day pulling carts around the
ranch. When there is no need for this they are instead made to run on these
machines with a 30 minute break three times per day to feed and rest. They
also endure a 2 hour forced workout each morning to maintain their muscle
mass." Master Jason explained. "However, they must learn to shit and piss
as they run. The tail plugs are actually hollow so they can shit through
them. But if they do it during the rest breaks or at night in the stables a
solid tail is locked in for 7 days and a urethral plug is locked in for 2
days to teach them a lesson."

	"As time goes on, the trainers increase the resistance of the boom
to further increase their strength and the amount of weight they can
pull". Master Jason walked over to the trainer overseeing one of the slaves
and spoke briefly to him. He responded by unhitching the pony slave from
the beam and then dragging it over to a metal cart. It had two large rubber
wheels and two long poles sticking out horizontally from either side which
were connected by a metal bar. The cart rested with the two poles sticking
up at a 30 or 40 degree angle. The slave grabbed the central bar and pulled
it down, so that the cart became level. It tucked the bar under its arms so
it was level with the chest ring of its harness, and the trainer used two
leather straps to lock the slave's harness to the bar.

	The cart itself had a wide, comfortable leather bench that up to
three people could sit on. Master Andy noticed there were a couple of other
carts that looked like they were built for hauling cargo around. The
trainer attached long reins to the bit gag the slave wore, and placed them
on the seat of the cart. A bull whip was already lying on the cart's
floor. The trainer clipped a short leather lead to one of the D-rings in
the pony slave's posture collar, and led it over to where the three Masters
and three dog slaves were. When it arrived, Master Jason gestured for
Master Andy and Master Dan to get in, and then He himself sat on the
leather seat. He ordered the trainer to tether the three dogslaves to the
back of the cart by their leads. Master Jason then gave Master Dan the
reins, since he was sitting in the middle, and asked if He would like to
steer.

	"Of course!" He said, "I'd love to. Always thought of getting a
pony slave, but never have. I think I need to change that!".

	Master Jason cracked the whip, expertly landing it on the pony
slave's upper back between the two leather straps of its harness. It began
moving forward, clearly struggling under the weight of the three muscular
Masters, as well as the cart itself. The cart moved slowly forward. Master
Jason whipped it again, harder, clearly unimpressed with the slow pace. A
thin line of blood became visible on its back from where the whip had
broken its skin. The pony slave redoubled its efforts and the cart now
moved along at a fast walking pace. A third and then quickly after a forth
lashing got the slave moving at a much faster pace. Master Jason settled
back, satisfied, but with the whip still in hand in case the pace slowed.

	Master Dan steered them towards the ranch buildings. They were
almost a mile and a half away, but visible thanks to the flatness of the
land. Within 10 minutes, Master Dan was pulling back on the reins, bringing
the pony to a halt next to Master Andy's pickup truck, in which Master
Andy's twin slaves still sat, along with His dogslave locked in the
punishment box.

	The Master's got out, and a trainer walked over to untie the
dogslaves from the back of the cart.

	"Take them back to the kennel," Master Jason ordered.

	The pony slave Master Jason led over to a post, where it was
tethered. It would be needed later.

	"Right, let's get this slave out of the box and cleaned up. Then
you can have your little game, and if it fails I'll let you know My plans
for it tonight," said Master Jason. With that the twins were ordered to
open the lids of the box and haul out the dogslave. As predicted it was
pretty much covered in its own shit.

	"Disgusting fucking dog!" Master Andy snarled at it, and it cowered
in terror about what was going to happen to it.

	Once the dog slave had been lifted out of the box it began to
stretch out, relishing the fact it was no longer confined and no longer had
to constantly breathe in the stench of its own shit.

	Master Jason ordered one of the trainers to bring a hose. Once it
arrived, He began spraying the slave with icy water in order to cleanse it
of the shit that stuck to its body. It screamed it agony, but Master Jason
continued regardless. Once it was cleaned He told one of the trainers to
get it shaved, since some stubble had grown on its cock, arsehole, chest
and face, which was unacceptable for a dogslave. While that was being taken
care of He invited two Masters inside, and again offered them the full
services of His house slaves. All three Master's opted for a rimming --
sitting on black padded leather rim stools, with the slaves under them
furiously tonguing Their holes. Master Jason amused Himself by kicking His
slave's vulnerable balls with His heavy leather boots as He received His
rimming.  The slave had been trained well not to respond in any way,
despite the pain it was in, and continued expertly licking its Master's
hole.

	After 10 minutes rimming the trainer came in and informed Master
Jason that the dogslave was free of all body hair.

	"Excellent. Then let the game commence!" said Master Jason,
standing up and giving His slave a final hard kick to the balls. "Are you
feeling like you need to shit after your rimming?" He asked the other two
Masters.

	"Oh yeah. Definitely" replied Master Andy.

	"Bring the dogslave and the two slave twins to dungeon 3." Master
Jason told the trainer. "Please follow me then," He gestured to the two
Masters.

	Master Jason led the men to a bare, underground dungeon. 5 dog
bowls had been setup in a semi circle. The three inner bowls had rim seats
positioned over them.  Labels with "Master Jason", "Master Andy", "Master
Dan", "slave ben" and "slave blake" had been stuck to the bowls. Slave ben
and slave blake's bowl were at the edge of the semi circle, Master Jason's
was in the middle, and Master Dan and Andy on either side of His. Behind
the bowls was a slave on all fours sporting a recon haircut and a thick
metal collar. It was tethered to the wall by a long length of chain that
was padlocked to its collar which must have weighed several kilograms.

	"Please, take a seat above the bowl with your name on and take a
nice big shit into the bowl," Master Jason grinned.  "Then my toilet paper
slave will ensure you are thoroughly cleaned. As befits their status, you
slave twins must squat over the bowl on all fours like an animal."

	Just as He finished speaking, a trainer entered the dungeon
carrying three leads attached to the collars of slave blake, ben and the
dogslave. The latter was shivering uncontrollably from its hose down.

	"Master Jason, do you have a blindfold?" asked Master Andy?

	"Certainly," the Master replied, and snapped His fingers. The
trainer went to storage cupboard built into the wall of the dungeon and
took out a locking leather blindfold, which he handed to Master Andy. The
Master placed a boot on the top of His dogslave's back, and forced its head
down onto the concrete. He bent down and locked on the blindfold.

	"You better make me proud, or else!" He whispered menacingly in its
ear.

	"Go to the bowl with your name on it and take a shit into it!"
Master Andy ordered the twins. They were only too happy to oblige, having
not been given the chance to shit for a long time. Large stinking piles of
their waste soon filled the metal dog bowls, and the toilet paper slave was
put to work rimming them clean.

Soon after, the Masters also filled the bowls with huge quantities of shit
thanks to their large diets. The dungeon smelt like a sewer.

	"Slave!" Master Jason spoke to the toilet paper slave after it had
finished rimming Him clean, "mix up those bowls!".

	The slave immediately complied, rearranging the bowls so they were
in a line, with the order, Master Jason, Master Dan, Master Andy, slave
blake and slave ben.

	Master Andy led the dogslave on its leash to the first bowl and
positioned it in front of it. "Sit!" He ordered, and the slave complied at
once.

	"Right then, you worthless cunt. You will eat the entire contents
of the bowl in front of you. You will then be turned around and your
blindfold removed. You will walk over and sit next to the Master or slave
whose shit you think you have just eaten. Correctly identify all 5 bowls of
shit, and you will not have to spend any further time in the punishment box
for cumming without permission. Get a single one wrong, and you'll regret
it. Now, FEED!"

	The dogslave moved forward to the reeking bowl of shit, opened its
mouth and began to eat. The taste was incredibly bad -- far more bitter
then anything it had previously tasted and the smell was overpoweringly
awful too. It felt truly nauseous as it forced itself to continue chewing
and swallowing. After a minute or so of it eating the shit it started to
gag and Master Andy promptly began laying into it with a flogger and
screaming at it to hurry up and devour its meal. The dogslave managed to
control itself and continued forcing itself to consume the shit. Once the
bowl was empty Master Andy dragged it away and ordered it to sit in front
of the Masters and slaves. Its blindfold was pushed up, and it was told to
sit at the feet of the person whose waste it had just eaten. The dogslave
was sure it was the new Master it hadn't seen before - it had eaten the
shit of all the others' before and it had definitely never tasted that
terrible. It got up on all fours and crawled over to Master Jason, and sat
by His boots.

	"Well done, slave," Master Jason said, pushing its blindfold back
down. And then to the others He explained: "I take a pill each day to make
My shit taste especially bad. Its a good way to make it a challenge for My
slaves and keeps them in their place, I think." With that Master Andy
dragged the dogslave to the next bowl. It was relieved when it started to
feed that the taste was much less awful. It was somewhat familiar - quite
hard and dry with an irony aftertaste. The meal consumed it was dragged
back and immediately sat at Master Dan's boots. Master Dan just smirked at
it, pushed its blindfold down again and kicked it in the direction of the
bowls.

The third round was easy. The shit was hard but sweet from all the protein
shakes that Master Andy drank, and since it had eaten its Master shit every
day for some time now it had become very used to the taste and texture.

The fourth round was the challenge of course. The dog knew only the two
twins' shit remained and from its experience being locked in the punishment
box it knew only too well how similar their shit tasted. it would just have
to guess. Unfortunately for the dogslave, it guessed wrong.

	"Oh dear, oh dear," Master Jason smirked. "Looks like you're
fucked. However, you Master is a very generous Man and He has decided to
give you one final chance to redeem yourself. Here's what's gonna happen:
You will be locked back into the punishment box and milked every hour until
midnight tonight. Then you'll be shackled to the floor in My club and we'll
have a little game. Every Master will be able to enter His slave, and they
will each have 5 minutes to try and make you cum, using their mouths
only. If you succeed, your punishment will be over, and the Master of the
slave will have free drinks for a year at My club. If you fail, you'll be
encased in thick rubber, totally unable to move, for 3 whole months. No
release, not even for a minute. The rubber will be so tight you'll
constantly struggle to breathe. Only your cock and balls will be
exposed. You'll be chained to the floor under a rim seat and you will be
fed nothing but shit and piss. You will live in your own filth. But the
worse part will be that your cock will be milked relentlessly and every dry
orgasm will be burning agony. Your arsehole will be constantly plugged with
an enormous electro butt plug that will be set to fire randomly. It will be
utter hell."

With that the terrified dogslave was dragged off to face the punishment box
again.



Eight hours later the blindfold was ripped off the dog's face and it
screwed up its eyes, trying to block out the intense light. It had been
chained to the floor face up, arms and legs pulled into a taught X
shape. It's dick was rock hard - it vaguely remembered its Master forcing
it to eat a tablet, so presumably that was the cause. It certainly didn't
feel horny. After being milked every hour for the past eight hours it had
suffered five dry orgasms, each more painful than the last. It's balls
looked shrivelled and empty. How the hell was it going to be able to cum in
order to avoid the cruel punishment Master Jason had promised it? It simply
didn't have an jizz left!

As its eyes adjusted to the light, it could see hundred of leather
boots. It must be in the centre of the club floor. A few dogslaves came and
sniffed curiously at it. One even turned around and farted loudly in its
face through its dog tail butt plug before its Master dragged it off. It
was then it heard the voice of Master Jason over a loud speaker system:

	"Masters, last chance to enrol your slaves in this completion. All
they have to do is make the piece of shit chained in the centre of the club
floor cum within the 5 minute time limit using only their mouth, and you
will win free drinks at this bar for a whole year. Talk to any barman to
enter. The competition will start in 15 minutes."



	In total 30 slaves had been entered. The first - a beautiful,
heavily muscled and tattooed slave that carefully caressed the dogslave's
rock hard cock with it tongue and would normally have made it cum in
seconds was dragged off after its 5 minutes were up and given a sound
flogging by its Master for its poor performance. In reality it had simply
been unlucky, as its Master's name had been drawn first. Slave after slave
followed, desperately sucking the dogslave's cock in the hope of pleasing
their Masters. But they were each dragged off when their time was up, and
taken away for punishment. After almost 3 hours, Master Andy stood over it
and looked down at the pathetic slave short chained to the floor.

	"Last chance, cunt. Better cum quick, or else you'll experience
more suffering than you ever though was possible." He smirked, booted it in
the ribs and walked off to watch the final entrant.

	The slave that crawled over to it was stunningly handsome. It's
thick neck was encased in a massive steel collar. It's muscles bulged as it
moved. It had a short, black mohawk an inch wide, and deep brown eyes. It
was clearly of Latin origin. It's body was covered in tattoos - two large
doggy paw prints of its chest, a thick chain tattoo winding around its
body, up its right arm. Two beautifully drawn wolf heads covered most of
its tree-trunk thighs. Heavy gauge septum, PA, nipple and eyebrow piercings
enhanced its look further. For the first minute, it simply nuzzled the
dogslave's neck, and gently played with its nipples with its mouth. Then it
started to suck. The feeling was incredible for the dogslave - like nothing
it had ever experienced before. It had been over 3 hours before cumming,
and it thought with this slave blowing it it could cum in the next few
minutes easily. It relaxed a little, thinking it would be okay .

	The slave intensified its efforts, and waves of pleasure engulfed
the dogslave. It was nearly there. It was just at the point of no return...

	"Time's up!" Master Andy sneered, and the gorgeous slave was
immediately dragged back. The dogslave whimpered. As a bag was placed over
its head, it started to hear the slave that had just been sucking it start
screaming in pain, accompanied by the sound of a bullwhip. It started
shaking uncontrollably with fear. It was sure it wouldn't be able to take
the punishment it's Master had planned for it.



	The dogslave started to come round from its drug induced sleep. It
opened its eyes, but everything was still black. It blinked several times,
but still there was only darkness. It thought it was blindfolded, but since
its whole body seemed cocooned in what smelled like rubber it was hard to
tell whether that was the reason it couldn't see or whether it was just in
a pitch dark room. Just then it noticed two things: a huge pain in it's
arsehole and a wanking sensation on its cock. It realised in that moment
that Master Jason had been telling the truth about what would happen to
it. It had indeed been plugged with an enormous electro butt plug, and its
cock was being stimulated by the milking machine it had endured while in
the box. At least He had been wrong about one thing, though. While its body
was certainly encased in rubber, at least it could breathe normally.

	In that instant, just as if someone had read its mind, it heard a
compressor click on. Had it been not been blindfolded, it would have seen a
thick black piece of tubing leading from the sleep sack it had been
immobilised in to a small box on the floor. That box was a vacuum pump, and
it was steadily pulling all the air from the rubber sack. The dogslave felt
the rubber become tighter and tighter, and sure enough it was soon fighting
for every breath. The compress laboured on, and after another minute had
passed, the slave could no longer breathe at all. Panic set in. It started
desperately to pull in air, but the rubber was so tight around it it simply
couldn't raise it chest. Just as it thought it was about to pass out, the
electro butt plug fired sending deep waves of pleasure into its
prostate. The milking machine got faster and faster, and soon it was
experiencing the most intense orgasm of its life. The compressor turned
off, and the sleep sack expanded, allowing the slave to breathe again - for
now.

	"For the crime of cumming without permission, it will endure three
whole months of forced orgasms." It's Master's voice boomed. He had walked
in while the slave was busy in ecstasy, and had sat down on the padded
leather rim seat set up above its face. "During its sentence it will also
endure the pain of the electro butt plug which is locked up its arse. It
will deliver excruciating shocks randomly, but will also aid in every
orgasm by gently stimulating its prostate, as it has just experienced. The
plug is hollow, so it will be able to shit - but the rubber sack it is
bound in will not be emptied until the end of its sentence. The vacuum pump
will also turn on randomly so it wont even have control over when it can
breathe. Finally, it will be used as a toilet throughout its sentence,
feeding only on the piss and shit of any Master or slave I allow to use
it. Oh, and one other thing." He said sadistically. "There is a recording
device next to it, which will monitor any noise it makes. You will suffer
in silence, no matter how unbearable the pain. Every scream, even a
whimper, will result in 1 extra day being added to your sentence." He
smiled and then pressed a number on the remote control He was holding. The
electro butt plug fired horrific, agonising bolts of torture into its
prostate which travelled up its spine and radiated through its entire body,
making every muscle spasm and explode with pain. It gritted its teeth for a
couple of seconds but then instinct took over and it let out a deafening
scream.

	Master Andy laughed at its torment and released the stinking
contents of His bowels into the dogslave's wide open face hole - the only
piece of skin left visible. The huge piece of shit muffled its cries, but
then it started to gag violently. It had got used to the taste of its
Master's waste, but what had just been dumped into its mouth was a hundred
times worse. It thought back to what Master Jason had told its Master when
it had been forced to guess whose shit was who - the game it had lost which
had got it into this position. it realised its own Master must be taking
tablets to make His shit taste horrendously foul too. It tried to swallow
its meal quickly, but the rank, bitter taste wouldn't go away. Master Andy
purposefully declined to piss in its mouth so it would have to experience
the awful taste for a good few hours. As He left it, the milking machine
switched on again, along with the vacuum pump.

	"Only another 91 days to go, cunt!" He grinned as He walked out of
the dungeon where it was being held, leaving it to suffer alone.


To be continued...