Date: Tue, 09 Aug 2005 16:57:08 +0200
From: Lionel <lionel (at) gaylook (dot) com>
Subject: Master's Second Dog

The following story is a real life experience. Although it isn't
mentioned explicitly in this report, we used condoms and encourage you
to do the same.

Master's Second Dog

My orders were clear: I had to meet him at a parking lot which was
situated next to a stretch of woodland where people went to walk their
dogs. I had to wear an overall with nothing underneath besides a
leather thong around my neck which he would later attach to my shaven
balls and replace with his dog's collar. Since we didn't know whether
his dog's collar would fit, I suggested that I could buy and bring my
own collar instead. Moreover, he ordered me to wear leather
slippers. I didn't quite understand what their use would be, but was
to find out later. That was all I was allowed to wear. No underwear, no
socks... He told me to follow his orders to the letter and that I
wouldn't be allowed to speak. If I had to answer a question, then I'd
have to address him as sir or master. In order not to loose the key of
my car, I would have to give it to him. That meant of course that I
would be totally in his hands.

When I arrived I wasn't sure who my new master was, since there were
several men with and without dogs on and around the parking area, but
I was of course very easy to recognize due to the combination of an
overall, the leather thong and the slippers. After a couple of minutes
a man came up to me with a dog, and without saying a word, he slid his
hands into the side openings of my overall to touch my body. It made
me shiver, but reassured me that this man was my master. I felt a bit
uneasy, because we were still on the public parking lot. He was
satisfied with the nakedness underneath my overall. I handed over the
key of the car and the collar and we started to walk into the
woods. There were other people walking their dogs, but fortunately my
hard-on was still covered by the baggy overall. As soon as we were
inside the wood and still rather visible to outsiders, he let his dog
loose and told me that it was time to thoroughly examine my body. He
opened my overall and began to touch and examine me. I had to put my
arms out of the way behind my head. He slid a finger into my mouth and
wiped it afterwards through my face down my neck and to my nipples.

"I will test how much these nipples can take. You'll keep quiet. I
want to read it in your eyes..."

He looked into my eyes and began to torture my tits. It really got
painful, but just at the point when I couldn't take it anymore, he
stopped and was pleased with my performance. He then opened the
overall a little further and revealed my hard cock and balls. He
touched the shaven skin underneath my balls, which made me shiver
again. At that moment I saw people passing at a very short
distance. My master noticed the distraction and gave my balls a
painful squeeze.

"Look into my eyes and keep concentrated!" he hissed into my ear.

He took the leather thong off my neck, and attached it to my cock and
balls. Another test down there followed. He then guided me by the
leather thong away from the opening, followed by his (other) dog...

Now we were better protected from other people's view and he told me
to strip naked and hand over my clothes. The overall fell down and I
stepped out of it.

"Naked!" he shouted.

I was puzzled. I thought that I was naked with the exception of the
thong. I started to undo the leather thong, but he slapped my hand
away. So that wasn't the problem... Only after a couple of seconds it
occurred to me that he meant my slippers. I took them off and handed
them over.

"You'll get punished for your lack of concentration... Bend down and
present your ass!"

I bent down and he slapped me on my exposed ass with my slippers. When
he was satisfied, he said:

"If you still want to become our slave, your master's second dog, and
second I mean, kneel!"

I did as I was told. He held the dog collar before me, made me lick it
and put the wet collar around my neck.

"Now lie down on your face to show your master and his dog that you
are their slave. Remember! A slave is less than a dog."

As soon as I laid flat on my bally, his dog started sniffing at my
body...

"Bury your face into the ground. I will go away and dispose of your
clothing. Don't look up!"

I didn't dare to look up... and had to wait for some time. I felt a
bit uneasy with this dog beside me, which was after all a real dog.

When my master came back, he told me to stand and attached the leash
to my collar. I had to follow them and my hard cock showed the
direction. Fortunately, my master allowed me to put my slippers on,
which was helpful, although I sensed all the wood and pebbles under my
feet. It was a strange feeling to be guided naked through the
forest. From time to time he took me not only by the leash, but also
by the leather thong that was otherwise dangling from my genitals;
that made me hurry up as fast as I could. The "encouragement" was
sometimes necessary, because my master's real dog was running in front
of us. Obviously, I couldn't keep up with their pace and was happy,
when my master stopped in the middle of a clearing. There was a huge
tree trunk lying on the ground. I was made to kneel in front of my
master. He shoved my head into his crotch and I began to lick his
trousers. While he caressed my head, he said:

"Tell me why this slave has to be punished."

I answered: "Sir! This slave didn't run fast enough, sir!"

"Exactly! Give me those slippers and get that ass over the trunk!"

I handed over the slippers and lay over the trunk, my ass high in the
air. He held my slippers in front of my face.

"These are the instruments of your punishment. Kiss them!"

I kissed them.

"Are you ready to accept the punishment?"

"Sir, yes, sir!"

As soon as I had said that, the first blow hit me, followed by two
others. It hurt like hell and more blows were to come. At the fifth
blow I began to wince. So my master stuffed one of the slippers into
my mouth and continued the ordeal. After the eighth blow or so I lost
track, and when I thought it would be finished, two more blows
followed. He then took the slipper out of my mouth and asked:

"What does an obedient slave say to its master?"

Breathlessly, I formed the words:

"Sir, thank you, sir!"

"That's a good boy!", he said and patted me on my ass, which stung
even more...

He left me there to catch my breath while he played with
his dog for some minutes.

When he turned his attention back to me, I sensed his dog's jealousy,
because it was trying to draw his attention back until my master
opened his trousers, which made clear that he had other plans... He
lifted my chin until my face was at crotch level, while I slid back on
the trunk.

"Kiss this cock, slave!" he told me.

I kissed the object of my adoration which grew harder. I wanted to
take it into my mouth but was pushed back and got another swat on my
sorry ass.

"No, my slave hasn't earned that! It must not even look at it! Close
your eyes!"

I heard that my master was undressing and blinked, which earned me
another swat on the ass.

"Keep them shut!" he shouted. "Stick out your tongue and explore your
master's body with your tongue. A good slave has to know every inch of
its master's body without looking at it. And I am here to teach my
slave. So get busy!"

What I sensed seemed to be my master's nipple which I licked. Then it
must have been his arm or thigh... no, his arm since that was his arm
pit... From time to time I got beaten. My master told me that these
swats were meant to teach me to do it right. I gathered after some
time that when my teeth or chin touched my master's body I got
punished, so I learned more and more how to become a good licker. My
master seemed to be satisfied with the progress I made.

"My slave may now wet its master's cock. But I won't cum in my slave's
mouth. It will offer me its ass instead and beg me to fuck that
unworthy hole!"

I watered his cock with my saliva. Then he stepped back and I winced:

"Sir, please, fuck your slave, please, sir!"

He came around and I sensed his cockhead at my sphincter. I thought he
would shove it in, but he waited for me to fuck myself on his prick. I
shoved my ass back and thanks to his pressure it worked and his prick
glided inside. He still let me do all the work guiding me back and
forth with the leather thong. My ass made full contact with his body
and then we separated again... to and thro, again and again, first
rather slowly, then with increasing pace. At the same time I could rub
my hard prick on the tree trunk and an orgasm began to build up inside
my balls. My master must have sensed it.

"A good slave must feel when its master is ready and may cum at the
same time... as if its master shoots through its slave, it may shoot
its worthless sperm when its master unloads his. Understand?"

"Sir, yes, sir!" I moaned.

I was so randy that it was difficult to concentrate on my master's
feelings. He started to moan too and increased his fucking. Just as I
couldn't hold it anymore, I sensed that my master was on the edge
too... and there it was: A deep thrust and he came inside me. At
exactly that moment I came myself and it really gave me the impression
that it was not my cum, but my master's that was just shooting through
me. With one hand under my body he rubbed some cum of the tree trunk
and collapsed upon me, his dick still inside my bowels. Then he held
his cum covered finger under my nose and I began to lick it clean.

"Good boy!" he murmured into my ear.

He then got up and dressed and told me to get up too. When I was
standing, my master's dog began to sniff at the tree trunk where a cum
stain was still visible. My master commented:

"Now he knows my slave's smell." And added viciously:

"That's a good basis for a slave hunt..."

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This is the whole story as far as the non-fiction part is
concerned. Thanks for reading! If you send me some interesting
suggestions, I will try and write a fictional sequel. Please, write to
lionel AT gaylook.com. You can also contact me on gayromeo.com under
the nick: lionel-bln.