Date: Sat, 09 Aug 2003 15:07:00 +0000
From: white collar <white_collar@hotmail.com>
Subject: Take your clothes off

Author:	White Collar

Title:	Take Your Clothes Off (M/M, Domination, Humiliation, Anal, K9)

Date:	June 17th, 2003

Comments will be gladly received by white_collar@hotmail.com  Note:
Any resemblance to real people is strictly coincidental.  No real people
are depicted in this piece of fiction.  This story contains explicit male to
male sex, domination and bondage.  If you don't enjoy reading this sort
of material or are under the age of 21, DO NOT CONTINUE
READING.  If you regard this type of material as depraved then flee
from here and don't look back!  And be sure that you practice safer sex.
Don't become another statistic in the rising HIV/STD rates.  Don't be
barebacking: it's your LIFE you're playing with.  This story is
STRICTLY fantasy and I DO NOT espouse or endorse unprotected anal
or oral sex!

Be careful and be alive - White Collar

Take your clothes off -- Chapter 1


"Take your clothes off," he ordered me.  "Everything!"

I hesitated a moment, but the look in his eyes warned me that I
shouldn't resist, I couldn't resist.  So I pulled my shirt off over my
head, exposing my furry chest and erect nipples.  A flicker of
approval crossed his eyes but his face remained inscrutable.  I
lowered my eyes, ostensibly to see what I was doing but it was
really because I couldn't stand the directness of his eyes that
seemed to see inside me; to see all the way to my submissive core.
I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down over
my muscular thighs.  I inserted my thumbs into the waistband of
my white cotton briefs and they followed my jeans down to my
ankles.  Then I pulled my jeans and shorts off over my shoes and
stood before him, my hands covering my genitals, glancing up at
him to see if I could read his expression.  Did he approve?  Was I
acceptable?  Did he want me?  Would he use me until he used me
up?  My cock was pressing against the palms of my hands in an
urgent need to rise and salute him whom I hoped would take me.
My heavy balls swung against the tips of my concealing fingers
and a slight tingle ran through them and up into my abdomen at my
own touch, eagerly awaiting his touch.  His eyes narrowed and I
instinctively moved my hands behind my back, realizing that I
shouldn't be covering myself in front of this man to whom I'd just
submitted myself.  His look called up long-dormant memories and
I instinctively spread my legs and stood at parade rest, hands
behind my back, head down.

"I said everything", he growled.  "What didn't you understand?
Why do you still have your shoes on boy?"

I pulled in a sharp breath.  It was one thing to strip in front of a
man and stand before him with no clothes on.  But my shoes too?
My mind flashed back to those old westerns I'd seen on television
when I was a kid.  Sometimes, the bandits forced the hero to take
his boots off and left him there in the wilderness.  I realized that
meant the cowboy hero was now truly helpless because you
couldn't get far with bare feet: you had absolutely no covering.
You were completely naked without shoes, even when you were
clothed.  Of course, if the bandits stripped the cowboy's shirt off
him, as they frequently did in my favorite western about the post-
Civil War era secret agent, it was even better.  Especially when the
hero had a well-furred chest.  How I'd wished they'd take his pants
too.  But that wasn't done in those days.

My cock surged and bounced off my belly.

"Yes Sir," I mumbled.  "My shoes... I'm sorry Sir."

"Sorry?  I don't give a shit for sorry.  Especially for a sorry shit
like you!  Get 'em off or you're gone!"

"Yes Sir," I said, hurrying to comply with his orders, hoping he
wouldn't think I was being obstinate; hoping he wouldn't send me
away.

How had I gotten into this?  What was I doing here?  Was I nuts?  I
didn't even know his name.  I'd gone into the bar looking for a
little recreation; just wanting to get my rocks off and let off a little
steam.  I work the everyday nine-to-five job in a suit-and-tie grunt
factory that used to be called an office.  I'm a mid-level manager
and considered pretty competent.  I guess I've done alright for a
guy in his early 40s.  But the pressure takes its toll and I went to
the bar looking for a little relief from the boredom; for something
that might get me interested in sex again.  I sat on a stool, nursing a
wheat beer, checking out what was going on around me.  I'd never
been in this bar before and was surprised to find that it was a bit
rougher than I'd expected.  But the other patrons interested me and
really interested my cock.  But I couldn't bring myself to get off
the stool and circulate.  There was a hollow well of fear in the pit
of my stomach that held me in place.  I was doing my casing,
checking out the possibilities when my wandering eyes were
drawn to him like light to a black hole.  How had I missed him
before?  I couldn't take my eyes off him.

He wasn't particularly tall; maybe five ten and not particularly
built.  But I could see the taut muscles and sinews beneath his
shirt, which had the first few buttons open.  His clothes weren't
"just so"; it was more like he just hadn't bothered because he
didn't give a shit.  He'd dressed and as his clothes went on, so they
stayed.  They fit his body like the pelt on a wolf.  He was entirely
self-possessed.  His eyes were black and bottomless, giving no hint
of what he was thinking.  But they scanned my body like an MRI
and, even though I was still clothed at that point, I felt as though he
were looking at my body layer by layer, starting with my clothes,
then my skin and working his way in.

I was mesmerized by him and, as he looked me over, I suddenly
felt like a rabbit in the crosshairs.  If he pulled the trigger, I knew I
was dead meat.  When his eyes finished their inventory and came
back to my face and met mine, I dropped my gaze to the floor.  I
was embarrassed and ashamed to look directly at him.  And I was
scared shitless.  Something made me want him but I was too
intimidated to let him know it.  In a moment he made a move that
called my attention back to his rugged face.

My breathing became shallow and I began to feel the damp trickles
of sweat in my armpits.  I saw him set his jaw with its day's
growth of beard and cock his head.  Using his foot, he pushed off
of the wall against which he was leaning.  As he turned and walked
toward the back room, my eyes were on his back and I marveled at
the way his gluteals flexed beneath his jeans as he walked.  Then
he stopped, turned his head and looked at me, giving me the
slightest motion with his head, ordering me to follow.  I couldn't
have stopped myself if I'd wanted to.  I climbed off my stool and
went after him, following him down the dark hall lined with
private rooms.  I saw a partially opened door and stepped through
it.  Once I was in the room, the door closed decisively behind me.

I felt his hand on my shoulder, pushing me to the floor.  As I went
down on my knees, I had the strangest feeling in my stomach that
this was where I belonged.  I'd never done this before and had no
idea where this would go.  But my cock told me I belonged on my
knees before this man.

As I knelt there, he circled me.  He brushed his hands over my
short hair and felt my ears with his fingers.  I raised my head to get
a better look at him as he came around in front of me and cried out,
more out of surprise than pain, when his belt lashed across my butt.
I hadn't realized he'd taken it off and looped it around his hand.

"Head down!" he ordered.  "You keep your head bowed when
you're in my presence unless I give your orders otherwise.  Is that
clear?"

"Yes," I gasped with surprise.  My butt was stinging slightly but I
didn't realize then how much I had to learn about pain.

"Yes what?" he demanded.  "You will call me Sir.  Understand?"

"Yes Sir," I said.  It was all beginning to make sense to me and
part of me was taken aback at my acquiescence to someone I didn't
even know.  But I understood: he would give the orders; I would
obey.  Pretty simple; pretty straightforward.  I'd done my stint in
the service so I understood the dynamics.  He was the sergeant; I
was the grunt.  What he said went.  And my hard dick and the
flutter in my gut told me that I liked this.  A picture of me and the
other grunts, doing push-ups on the hot parade ground flashed
through my mind.

He lifted my shirt, exposing my chest and felt my nipples with the
pads of his fingers.  Then he grabbed my nubs and pinched them
hard, making me cry out.

"Aahhh!  Please Sir.  Please stop!" I cried.

"I'll stop when I'm good and ready," he said, twisting my tits and
pulling a distressed groan from me as I clamped my teeth together.

He grabbed the hair on my chest, pulling and twisting it, making
me groan and squeak.  Then he bent to feel my cock and balls,
squeezing them and rubbing them through my jeans.  He put a
hand on my ass and felt my glutes.  As he bent over me, inspecting
my body, I could see the fur on his chest where his shirt opened
and I could smell his sweat and sex.  My mouth began to water.  I
needed for him to want me because I wanted him so bad.  It had
been far too long since I'd been with a man.  What I needed was
some fucking and sucking and I needed it tonight.  Had I only
known that I'd get just what I wanted but not the way I thought I
wanted it.

"You're new to this aren't you boy?" he asked me.

"Yes Sir.  I'm sorry.  Does it show Sir?" I ventured.

He just snorted.

"If you weren't, I wouldn't have to keep telling you what to do and
you wouldn't be crying and whining like a baby," he said, an edge
of disdain in his voice.

That disdain made me nervous.  What if he decided he didn't want
me after all?  I really needed to get off and he had a thrilling air of
authority that called to something deep inside me.

"Do you live alone?" he asked.

"Yes Sir," I answered hopefully.

"What do you do?" he asked and I told him.

He asked just enough questions to ascertain what he wanted to
know.  Then he tilted my head back and pushed my jaw open,
inserting his fingers into my mouth.  I gagged and started to choke
and he pulled back.

"Easy," he said.  "Just take it easy.  You can do it," he urged and
moved his hand in again.

I willed my throat to relax and he was able to get his fingers in up
to the palm of his hand, feeling my tongue and teeth.

"Good boy," he said, pulling his hand out and wiping it on my tee-
shirt.

He put his hands on my face and manipulated it, pushing my jaw
this way and that, turning my head left and right, tilting it to the
back and to the front.  Then he pulled me against his crotch and I
mouthed his jeans, chewing his denim-covered treasures.  How I
wanted him!

"I think you'll do," he said as he held me against him.  His voice
was quiet but deep and resonant, sending vibrations through my
body and soul.  "I'm satisfied I can train you to be the boy you
were born to be.  But maybe you're afraid of that.  I'm going to
leave now.  You will follow me, staying four feet behind me the
entire way.  Or you can stay here.  It's your choice.  If you stay
here, I'll never speak to you again.  It's up to you."  And with that,
he turned and walked out the door, leaving me with my mouth
agape, saliva smearing my face.

I thought about it for about two seconds and scrambled to my feet,
wiping my forearm across my mouth.  No man had ever made me
feel this way before.  God knows if I let him leave without me, I
might never have another chance.  I wanted to know where he
would take me.  I was also deeply afraid of where he would take
me.  But I had to know.  I had a wet patch on the front of my jeans
and I had to know how and why he'd awakened this hunger inside
of me.

I walked through the bar, my tee-shirt hanging out of my pants, the
wet smears from where he wiped his hand across the front.  The
wet spot on my jeans was gradually growing larger, my midriff
was exposed where my shirt hadn't fallen back in place after his
inspection.  I looked a mess and I knew men were looking at me,
but I didn't care.  I had to catch him before he could leave me
behind.  When I got to the street, I quickly looked around, trying
to spot him and saw him striding down the street, a half block
away.  I raced after him and slowed to match his pace when I was
four feet behind him and continued on, drawn by an invisible,
irresistible leash.

When we got to his apartment, he went through, leaving the door
open.  I breathed deeply and stepped over the threshold, quietly
closing the door behind me; closing the door on the life I'd known
to that point.


Take your clothes off -- Chapter 2

"Shoes off!  Now boy!" he said sharply.

i swallowed hard and lifted each foot to untie and remove my boots
and then my socks.  i'd been a new, barely aware submissive just a
moment before; now i was a slave boy; i had no status before him.

He picked up my clothes, my shoes and socks and carried them to
the trash drop in the kitchen.  He opened the door and dropped the
only belongings i'd brought with me down the hatch.  i drew a
quick breath.  Now i had no escape.  i couldn't leave here naked,
could i?  Why had he done that?  Would he provide me new
clothes?  i began to sweat and feel a bit queasy, the realization
dawning that this was much more real than i'd planned it to be.

He circled me, running his hands over my naked body, pinching
and twisting my nipples, kneading my balls, squeezing my cock.
He held my cock up and examined it critically.  i'm about six
inches when fully erect and not cut, although i've become
accustomed to having my skin pulled back, leaving my cock head
exposed.  i figured it that makes my little man look bigger and it
just seemed to fit in better in the shower room at the gym.  He
pinched my foreskin and held my dick up.  Then he pulled the skin
down, covering my helmet so only the very tip was visible beneath
its hood.

"A boy doesn't need to have his foreskin skinned back," he said.
"Only I will be seeing your cock from now on and your little
dickie needs to be humble and submissive to its Master.  I expect
you to keep it clean and covered at all times.  Clear?"

"Yes Sir," i answered, my cheeks flushing with shame.  i felt
embarrassed to be found out in my vanity, as though he'd caught
me masturbating.

By now my breathing grew heavier and my dick was beginning to
dribble.  He stood behind me and grasped me around the waist.
Then he lifted me and bucked against my ass, shaking me like a
doll.  He was much stronger than he appeared and i felt his power
overwhelming me.  i'd never been fucked before; i was always the
top.  But i knew i wanted to have him in me; i wanted to serve him.

i whimpered and grunted as he shook me.  "Please," i whispered.
"Please Sir."

He lowered me to the floor and, grabbing my oozing stem, pulled
me down the hall to the bathroom.

"Get in the tub," he ordered and i obeyed with a "Yes Sir".

"Grab the curtain rod," he commanded and i complied, wondering
what he was going to do.

He went to the vanity and pulled out electric clippers, which he
held up in front of me.

"This is the beginning of your training," he said.  "You've
submitted to me and I'm taking you as my slave.  Consider it an
honor.  I'm taking your hair because it's mine and I want you to
never forget that.  You are mine.  Your tits, your ass, your mouth,
your cock, your balls are mine.  You agreed to that when you
followed me home.  Tomorrow I'll take you down to have your tits
and cock pierced.  I'll also have you tattooed.  You'll like that,
won't you boy?"

"Yes Sir," i answered, swallowing hard.  Inside, my mind was
protesting.  "You work in an office.  You're a manager!  What are
you thinking?  Are you crazy?  How can you go to the gym with a
shaved body and piercings?"  i heard the voice but i closed my
eyes in an effort to shut it out.  i didn't care what he did to me; i
wanted to give him whatever he wanted, as long as he'd fuck me.  i
wanted him to fuck my mind.  i wanted him to take me and make
me his own.  All those stirrings i'd felt seeing movies and pictures
of men restrained when i was a boy; the pictures i came across on
the web of men in bondage, suddenly fit.  This is who i was and
this was what i wanted; what i'd always wanted.  i exhaled and
shut my eyes.

"Yes Sir," I repeated, yielding myself to him.

With that, he flipped on the clippers, pressing them to the base of
my neck where the fur started and drew them down, shaving a
clean stripe from my throat to my cock.  The soft hair rolled down
my body and floated to the bottom of the tub, resting at my feet.
Again i closed my eyes and lowered my head.  This was
mortifying.  i was proud of my body hair and he was stripping me
of it.  But my cock responded vigorously to the humiliation i felt
and surged against my belly, smacking the now smooth flesh that
had, until a second before, been coated with soft dark hair.

He continued his work, trimming away the hair from my chest and
belly.  He carefully trimmed around the double bow of my pecs
and gently removed the fur surrounding my tits.  Then he sheared
the hair from under my arms.  He took one of my arms in his hand
and ran the clippers over my forearm, stripping away the coating of
hair that men with hairy chests like me frequently have, repeating
the process with my other arm after he placed my hand back on the
shower curtain rod.  i stood there, accepting his hands on my body,
clearing away the signs of my manhood, reducing me to something
less than that.  Although i was trembling in humiliation and
excitement, i worked to keep my body still so that he could
complete his transformation of my body into whatever he wanted it
to be.

He trimmed the thick hair that covered my pubes and taking my
hard cock between his fingers, lifted it so he could denude it.  The
warmth and vibration of the clippers was bringing me close to
orgasm and i moaned and grunted in warning.

"I'm glad you're so small," he said.  "Who wants a dog with a dick
like a horse?"

i flushed in deep shame.  On the one hand, i was glad he was
pleased at my small size but it was humiliating to be reminded of
it.

Then he stretched my balls and, working carefully, stripped them
of their dark covering.  There was a pool of hair forming in the tub
around my feet and, as i looked at it, i realized my life was falling
away just as my manhood was.

He ran the clippers over my furred legs and then told me to turn
and bend and spread my buttocks.  i felt the shears shaving away
the hair between my legs and when he switched them off, i knew
he was finished.  i began to straighten up and turn around but he
slapped my butt hard making me yelp in pain and surprise.  i could
feel the print of his hand flaming on my white ass..

"Stay!" he ordered.  "You don't move unless I tell you to.  How
long will it take you to learn that?"

"i'm sorry Sir," i mumbled, pressing my face against the tiled wall.

"Sorry?  you're sorry?  I'm going to get tired of hearing how sorry
you are pig!"

"Yes Sir.  i'm.."  i stopped, realizing he didn't want to hear another
"sorry".  He wanted only my obedience.

i heard him getting some things from the cupboard and then heard
the sound of shaving foam being dispensed.

"Spread your ass," he ordered and i reached back to grab my butt
cheeks and pull them open for him.

In a moment, i felt his hand on my ass crack, spreading foam over
my exposed hole and perineum.

"Keep 'em spread!" he ordered, and i felt the blade of a safety
razor on my tender skin.

He worked carefully, constantly feeling where he'd just shaved,
making sure the skin was smooth.  He fingered my hole and i
groaned and clenched my sphincter, trying to draw him in.

He slapped my ass again.  "Behave," he said sharply.  "Act like a
slut and you're out.  You're going to be my dog, not my bitch slut!
Is that clear?"

"Yes Sir," i rapped out trembling from want and fear.  When
would he fuck me?  Didn't he know how much i wanted him?

"Definitely in need of discipline," he muttered.  "I'll have to spank
him at least twice a day to get him trained adequately."

He shaved the back of my ball sack, pulling down hard on it to
stretch it taut and drawing a groan from my throat.  i could feel the
pain extending from my compressed testicles up the suspensory
tendons and into my abdomen.  Then he released my eggs and
cupped them in his hand.

"Nice big balls," he said but i realized it wasn't a compliment, just
an observation.  "I know they'll prove useful in your training."  His
hands on my most tender parts and his observation about their
utility made me shiver; i had an idea what he had in mind and it
made me afraid.  Nevertheless, my body felt a thrill of need.

He spread foam on the patch of hair at the base of my spine and
made short work of stripping it away.  He seemed to be satisfied
with the nakedness of my ass and back and ordered me to stand up,
turn around and grab the bar again.  i did so quickly, displaying my
stubbly body to him.

i had to remind myself to lower my head and not look at him.  i
decided to focus on his fully-packed crotch and imagine what lay
beneath the concealing denim.  Hopefully, i would get to know it
intimately and be granted the privilege of having it in my holes.
Once again, he picked up the clippers and turned them on,
applying the buzzer to my bowed head.  i saw the brown hair with
bits of grey cascading into the pool of hair at my feet.  Of course
he would take the hair on my head as well.  He was reducing me to
a non-human; he was reducing me to a piece of property.  He was
claiming me completely as his own.  This was what i'd never
known i wanted.  The realization made my legs weak and i started
to shiver.

i stood there submissively, feeling the buzz of the clippers as he
ran them over my scalp, stripping from me what little remained of
my individuality.  i was nothing; he was everything.  He was
Master; i was slave.  Yes, He was Master.  He held my life in His
hands.  Like the God of the Old Testament, He was shaping me.  i
was the clay; He was the potter.  i yielded my body and soul to
Him.

"Master," i whispered, almost afraid to hear myself say the word.

He stopped his clipping and lifted my chin.  i looked into His
glittering, bottomless black eyes and searched for my future.  Not
sure of what i was seeing, i lowered my eyes, looking down at His
hand holding my face.  Then He pulled me to Himself and kissed
me.  Not a tender, loving kiss, no.  It was a kiss of possession, like
a vampire's kiss.  He sucked the breath out of me.  He ravaged my
mouth with His tongue, shoving it into the depths of my wet
orifice.  i stood there, welcoming His possession.  my mouth was
His.  i belonged to Him.  Whatever He wanted, i would do my best
to give Him.

"Good dog!" He said and slapped my face.  my cheek stung and
burned: the sting from the slap; the burn from the humiliation.  i
was His dog; He'd called me good dog.  i was humiliated; i was
thrilled.  i whimpered slightly, hungry to worship my Master with
all i had, which really was His.

He finished with the clippers on my head, leaving only a bit of
stubble.  Then He lathered my entire body, from head to foot and
began the laborious process of shaving me.  The globs of shaving
cream fell to mix with the hair in which i stood.  As the foam
cooled, i continued to shiver.  Tremors coursed through me like
waves and my knees kept threatening to buckle.  But again, i
forced myself to stand still while my Master shaved His dog.  i
thought only of him and how He would use me and bring me to the
place i wanted and needed to be.


Take your clothes off -- Chapter 3

Finally He was finished.  He ran his hands over every millimeter of
my body, checking for stray stubble and pronounced it completed.
He ordered me to take the mess out of the tub and put it in the
wastebasket.

i stepped out, taking care to shake loose the globs of foam that
hung onto my legs and feet.  Then, using the paper towels He
handed me, i gathered up the remnants of my manhood.

"This is your former life boy.  Throw it away.  Now you're mine,"
He said.

I looked down at the shorn hair and shaving foam, held it up and
dropped it into the wastebasket.  "Thank You Sir," i said.

"Back in the shower," He ordered.  "Time to get you rinsed off."

I climbed back into the tub and He pulled the curtain closed.  Then
He reached in and turned on the tap.  i shouted as the cold water hit
me and renewed my bout of shivering.

"Get the foam off and you can turn off the water," He said.  "The
faster you're done, the sooner you'll be dry."

Immediately seeing the logic of His instructions, i gritted my teeth
and moved beneath the full force of the cold stream to rinse off the
foam and stubble.  When i was clean, i quickly turned off the water
and climbed out of the tub.

Master had a coarse towel and used it to roughly dry me, rubbing
the stiff nap over my newly denuded skin, turning my body a warm
pink.  When He'd finished, i looked in the full-length mirror that
was mounted to the door and gasped.  It was my first view of
myself and i was stunned.  my cock and balls looked larger with
their covering of fur gone, but very exposed.  my tits stood out
hard and brown.  It was incredibly arousing because it declared
that i was not a man, but a boy or a dog.  i had lost my manhood; i
had given it over to my Master.  my cock rose in response to my
degradation.

"Come boy," Master ordered and used my hard dick to lead me
down the hall to another room.

He flipped on the light and i caught my breath: there were
implements of bondage and S/M work whose purpose i had no
concept of at that point.

Master took four leather cuffs from hooks on the wall and buckled
them on me; one on each wrist and each ankle.  Then He led me to
a raised bench and pulled me up onto it, placing me on all fours
and attaching the ankle cuffs to the bench with snap-hooks.  He
took what looked to be a pair of mittens and, lifting each of my
hands, buckled them on, after which He hooked my wrist cuffs to
the bench as He had my ankle cuffs.  As He did, i realized the
mittens had neither fingers nor thumbs.  my hands were effectively
useless.  Then He wrapped a wide leather collar around my neck
and buckled it on.  i heard the click of a padlock and knew that i
was here to stay.  I gave a sigh and whimper of contentment.

He took a leather harness and put it over my head, pulling my
mouth open as He did.  The harness had a round "bit" fixed in it
that He pushed into my open jaws and seated behind my teeth.
When He released my jaw and snapped the harness closed in back
of my head, i found i could no longer close my mouth.  Naturally, i
couldn't speak intelligibly either.

"One last thing to entirely turn you into my pup," He said.

He went to a cupboard and got out a metal object.  Because of the
collar around my neck and the harness over my head, i couldn't
turn to see what He had, but in a moment, i felt His hand on my
cock.  He slid something over my hard dick which squeezed it but
did fit if only barely, even if i'm not very big.  Then i heard the
ratchet of a handcuff.  He'd put a chastity device on my penis and
locked it on.  He'd taken possession of my cock; as long as i was
his dog, i'd never again have free access to my pleasure.

He stood back to survey His handiwork.  i could imagine what He
was seeing: a naked, hairless dog slave; collared, shackled, gagged,
its dick enclosed in a tube, awaiting His pleasure, whatever that
might be.

"Good," He said to Himself and went to the counter.

i heard water running and then a bottle being filled.  That made me
glad because iI was thirsty.  My anxiety had made my mouth a bit
dry.  In a few moments, He came back and i whimpered, hoping
for a drink.  But He went behind me and soon i felt his fingers
touching my soft anus.  In the fingers went and i squealed in pain
at the invasion.  It didn't take long for the lube He was applying to
slick up my sphincter and the pain went away, replaced by a
wonderful feeling of fullness.  i grasped at His fingers, hoping for
more and when i did, the fingers were withdrawn, replaced by a
smaller, harder object.  Then the water began to flow in.

As my guts filled with the warm fluid, He stood next to me,
rubbing my belly to "help spread it around and clean you up
completely" He said.  At first it felt only slightly uncomfortable
and strangely satisfying.  i was, after all, completely in His power.
Then my bowels began to cramp.  i started to sweat and moan and
tried to shift on the bench to relieve my distress.  A powerful
cramp hit me and i cried out incoherently.

"Easy boy," He said, stroking my belly.  "Just a little more and
you'll be through.  But I don't want you to lose a drop until I give
you permission.  Do you understand?  Give me a high bark if you
do."

i did understand and did my best to make a high-pitched bark to let
him know.  It sounded more like a squeak and it was tricky
because i had a nozzle up my ass, but it must've worked because
he patted my rump and told me i was a good boy, which made me
happy.  If i hadn't had that damned enema nozzle in me, i would
have wiggled my rear end to express my delight that He was
pleased.

i heard Him squeeze the bag and He warned me again not to
dribble or i'd be severely punished.  Then He pulled the nozzle out.
As the nozzle passed my sphincters, the body's reaction was to let
fly and empty out whatever's filling the bowel.  i moaned as i
struggled to prevent my guts from spilling the water out and
somehow managed.  Master was rubbing my ass cheeks and
murmuring what a good boy His new doggy was.  He was happy; i
was happy and whined with pleasure.  my thought was that He
must be preparing me for the completion of His takeover.  Soon He
would give me the gift of His cock and His cum.  my cock surged
against its tiny locked dungeon.

A few moments after He withdrew the nozzle, a wave of cramps
swept through me making me groan deeply.  Then another wave
and another groan.  i dropped my head to the bench, hoping to ease
the cramps.  Master urged me to remain calm and to trust Him.  i
did trust Him and i tried to remain calm.  But my bowels were
objecting vigorously.  After what seemed an eternity, He held a
receptacle beneath and behind my hole and gave me permission to
release the enema.  i groaned and ejected a stream of water into the
pan when i relaxed my sphincters.  The initial torrent was followed
by several spurts and smelly wet farts as my intestines rid
themselves of the liquid, each expulsion accompanied by a deep
grunt from my throat.

"Good doggy, good puppy," Master said.  "Let's do another one to
get your insides completely clean.  From the looks of this one, one
more should do it."

i groaned in distress.  Not again! i thought, my back sagging
wearily.  Master filled the bag again and come back to where i
waited on my hands and knees, completely under His control.

"Up!  Belly up!" He said, slapping my sagging belly  "My dog
must be proud to serve his Master.  he should be honored to be
chosen as his Master's whelp."

i loved the way my Master worked, administering this challenging
cleansing while stroking my body and comforting me.  i loved the
feel of his hands on me, even when He punished me with a swat on
my rump.

He administered the second enema and helped me through the
process of absorbing it, holding it and finally expelling it.  When
the spurting and farting stopped, He took a paper towel and wiped
my ass dry.

"The last thing," He said.  "In the future, you might have to do this
to yourself because this is what I expect of my dog and there may
be times when I'll need you to take care of these things.  After
you're clean, your butt needs to be lubricated so that you're always
ready for your Master."

He took a tube of KY with a nozzle on the end and inserted the tip
into my ass.  He squeezed a dollop of lube inside and pulled the
nozzle out, wiping away any residue that leaked out with the paper
towel he'd wiped me with before.  When He'd finished wiping my
ass, he unsnapped the hooks holding me to the bench, clicked a
leash onto the D ring in my collar and slapped my butt.

"Come on boy, let's go.  Time to mark you as my pup," He said,
guiding me off the bench and out of the room, He on two feet, me
on all fours, scrambling behind Him.

He led me down the hall and into His bedroom where He patted
the bed.

"Up boy.  Come on.  Get up on the bed.  Stay on all fours."

i eagerly complied, yelping in my excitement, telling Him how
much i wanted Him.

He positioned me on the bed and i turned my head to look back at
Him, the Master i was giving my life to.  Here i was: completely
changed from what i'd been several hours earlier.  i'd been a mid-
level manager who worked in an office with a number of people
reporting to me.  i wore a suit and tie every day.  i ate in good
restaurants and lived a good life.  Now, all that was gone.  i was
stripped, denuded of my body hair, harnessed, collared, my cock
locked into a chastity device, a bit in my mouth, my ass lubed and
exposed to this man, eagerly awaiting His final possession of my
body and my soul.  God, how i wanted that!

At last, He began to strip.  Finally, i'd get to see Him!  He removed
His shirt and exposed His furred chest with thick, protruding
nipples.  There was a heavy gold ring in His left tit.  His muscles
weren't large but had the look of a man who was used to hard
physical work.  His chest hair was dark and thick on the planes of
His chest and followed the curves of His pecs.  There was a
swirling trail of hair that ran down His hard abs, skirted His navel
and fanned out just above His belt-line.  As He bent to remove His
boots, i watched His muscles ripple and flex beneath His tanned
skin.  Once He'd taken His boots off, He unbuttoned His jeans,
pulled down His zipper and pushed them off revealing a pair of
white briefs that held a considerable package.  i could see His balls
distending the pouch of His shorts and saw His partially erect cock
waiting to be freed.

He looked up at me and, seeing that i was watching with eager
expectation, smiled at me.  my heart leapt and i whimpered with
pleasure: pleasure at His smile and pleasure at the thought that
He'd soon take me and use me.  my butthole twitched in
expectation.

He put His thumbs in the waistband of His briefs and pushed them
down over His hard thighs, allowing His potency the freedom it
demanded.  Soon, soon, it would be buried in my needy body.  It
was the most imposing cock i'd ever seen.  As He stroked it, it rose
to its fullness.  It was about nine inches long and two inches in
diameter.  It was dark, with blue veins weaving around it and a red
helmeted head; i couldn't take my eyes off it.  my mouth watered
and i began to whimper and whine, so great was my need to be
possessed by Him.  i tried to beg but the bit holding my mouth
open reduced my attempts to plead to incoherent mewling and
squeaks.

He went to the nightstand and took a condom, opened the package
and rolled it over his cock.  Then He pulled out a pair of plastic-
tipped tit clamps joined by a chain.  He pinched my nipples and
applied the clamps to them.  i yelped, never having had my tits
clamped.  Now i'm amazed at what a wimpy pup i was then.  i
have a ring through my right tit, as well as one through my piss
slit.  Now my Master uses alligator clamps that bite fiercely into
my flesh and i just thank Him.  But that first time, i knew nothing
of all this and i thought the pain was unbearable.

"Quiet boy," He barked, giving me a hard swat on my asscheek.

i tried breathing deeply to relieve the pain and found that that
worked, especially if i concentrated on breathing rhythmically
because it took my mind off my tortured chest.  He reached under
me and hooked the chain joining the clamps to my chastity tube,
pulling my dick and my tits toward each other and centering my
pain and arousal.  Then He walked around and knelt on the bed
behind me, Grasping my hips, He pulled me toward Him and i
finally felt Him at the threshold that would mark the completion of
my descent into dog-slavery.

"Breathe deeply boy.  I'm going to take you now.  It's going to
hurt at first, but if you breathe and push down like you're taking a
shit, it'll be easier.  Breathe and push!"

As i inhaled, i felt Him split my virgin hole.  i drew a sharp breath
as the fire erupted in my ass and i began to moan.

"Push down," He ordered and i obeyed.

Sure enough, i felt the tight ring open.  i continued to push and He
continued to move into me.  Then i felt my circle of muscle close
around the large head of His cock.

"Good boy," He said.  "Good puppy."

i whined with pleasure and pain.  It hurt so bad but it felt so good
to have Him in me at last.

Once i'd stretched enough to permit Him easier access, He fucked
me like the dog i'd become.  His fucking stroked my pleasure
button over and over, taking me to a place i'd never been before.
When He came, He grabbed my harness and pulled my head back
while i howled as my own orgasm rose from the depths of my ass
chute, my back legs jerking like a dog's; like the dog i had
become.  i was His dog!  i turned my head back and licked His
face.  Yes, He was my Master; i was His dog.  i'd found my
purpose; i was home.

Finis