Date: Mon, 9 Feb 2004 23:20:25 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Dog Pack, Part 2

THE DOG PACK, part 2

By Pete Brown     petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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After I had finished my lunch I turned my recorder
back on.  Six was still licking his lips,. As if he
had really enjoyed the few scraps I had given him, and
I returned to my questioning.

Q: You were telling me about the prey, and how they
were surprised to see all the huntsmen, horses, and
you... you dogs.

6: Yes, well, I suppose it is a bit of a shock, even
for those who have some idea bout what they're in for.
 For the others, the blokes who've been captured, it
must be like some bizarre fantasy.

Q: You say some of the prey have an idea...

6: Well, yes.  Look, as far as I can understand it
from the odd things they've said, there are basically
two types of bloke that the Owner gets here as prey in
the hunt.  He has a kind of advertisement running in
some of the places on the Internet where guys who like
to think of themselves as tough hang out - newsgroups
for pent athletes, extreme sports groups, that sort of
thing.  He basically challenges men who like to think
of themselves as real men to come and prove it.  There
are tests, of course, as a lot of those men are just
in there bullshitting, posting pictures of other guys
when they themselves are nine-stone weaklings.  So
someone goes and visits them, then if they look fit,
they might be asked to prove it by doing a long hike
across mountains in a limited time, or something like
that.  If they can do that, they might get a chance to
come here and really show their stuff.  Mind you, it's
not always successful - we had a boxer here once, a
welterweight champion or something, who took up the
Owner's challenge.  He had a lovely body - all muscle,
and really fit and tough.  But he couldn't do the
running - got totally exhausted after a few miles.

6: I think al that selection takes a lot of effort,
though, and so recently we've had more of the other
type of prey - the ones who're just picked up and
brought here.  The Owner's agents just go to somewhere
where there are marines and those kind of blokes - San
Diego in the US, Hereford in the UK... They wait until
there's a big passing out parade for a batch of new
recruits who have been through training, then when all
the blokes are pissed out of their minds after
celebrating, it's easy to "lift" one off the streets
and bring him here.  It saves all the selection, as
the blokes have all been selected by the army already,
and put through just the sort of endurance training
you need to be a worthwhile prey.

Q: It sounds as if you have an unfair advantage over
the prey... Brought half way around the world....

6: Oh no!  The Owner wants to provide good sport for
his guests, so the prey is always brought here two or
three days before a hunt. They're properly fed and
rested, and they can exercise if they want to.  That's
why they're allowed to keep their boots, or trainers,
or whatever/

Q: Please explain....

6: Well, the prey is in its cage, and is wheeled out.
Then the Trainer and a couple of the guards have to
strip it so that it's naked, ready for the hunt.
That's part of the thrill for the Owner's guests -
hunting a naked bloke, utterly defenceless and
vulnerable, with only his own body to rely on.  And
they like to see the prey stripped in front of them,
as it gives them some idea of what it was like in
"real life" - a marine, or a guy who's into sport, or
whatever.  But once he's totally nude he's allowed to
put his boots back on, or his trainers, or whatever he
usually wears for exercise - most blokes don't run in
bare feet, after all, and it would be really hard on
them as the ground here is stony, and the sand can get
very hot.  They wouldn't give their best if their feet
were all cut and bleeding after only a half mile or
so.  It's not a problem for us dogs, of course, as
we're used to it.

(At this point Six lifted up one of his feet and
showed me the underside - he had a thick callous of
hard, dry skin all over it:  evidently this came from
the constant practice and exercise he had told me
about, all over the Owner's station.   The act of
raising his foot and leg gave me a further opportunity
to admire his athletic grace,  and his arse was
tantalisingly visible between his splayed legs ).

6: Still, it's a bit comical, too - a big strong
marine, stripped out of his kit and standing there
nude in front of all those people dressed up to the
nines on horseback - they often try to cover
themselves with their hands.  And then to have their
boots on - it looks really funny to see their naked
legs just going down into the big black leather boots.


6: Anyway, the prey is then collared - nothing like
ours, of course - just a simple locator, so that if
they do get across the fence and we can't follow them,
the Owner's helicopter can find them and bring them
back.  Then the Trainer tells them the rules - quite a
lot of them argue and shout at that point, but it
doesn't do them any good - and then they're off.
They're given twenty minutes start on us, and then it
gets really tense.  We're eager to get after them, of
course, and the huntsmen are all keen, too.  But the
Owner is really strict, always plays by the rules, and
there's a big clock on the lawn, counting down the
minutes.  As the hand gets down to zero, we all race
off, in a pack, as we're trying to follow the prey's
trail in the sand, and soon, if they're clever, we all
have to split up after a few minutes.... But it's
really exciting!

Q: You say there are rules....

6: Well, the prey has to have some incentive to run,
doesn't he?  It's simple, really - he gets a twenty
minute start.  We then chase him, and when we capture
him, we fuck him.  If he manages to evade us for three
hours, he doesn't get fucked - they usually have to
use the locator to find him after that time, as we're
pretty skilled at locating the prey out here and it's
really rare for one to win - actually, there's only
been one in my time here.

Q: You fuck the prey...

6: Well, we need an incentive to run our hardest,
don't we?   The way it works is that the first dog to
touch him gets to fuck him first, there and then.  But
it's great - especially if the prey has led you on a
good hard chase so you're at the edge of your ability
to carry on, too.

Q: And these men submit...

6: Oh no, of course not!  That's part of the fun -
taking a virgin arse that's never been fucked before,
with the prey struggling and screaming and cursing
you....  If it's one of the volunteers, part of the
selection is to make sure it's only straight guys who
are chosen, and of course the marines will never admit
they like taking a dick, even if they do with their
buddies in the barracks.  Mind you, I'm not so sure
it's good to be the first one to get to the prey -
much  better to be second.

Q: Why?

6: Well, the first one to get him has to subdue him,
and even though they're exhausted, at the end of their
strength, they can usually find some hidden reserve to
put up a bit of a fight with.  We're used to this of
course, and the fighting we do in establishing the
pack order helps as you know all the right moves to
get a bloke pinned down and your dick up him.  But the
prey can be vicious sometimes - particularly the
marines!  They've got those heavy boots on, remember,
and they can kick out and give you a nasty blow - one
a few months ago almost broke my ankle, and I had to
give him a real going over to knock the fight out of
him before I could finally fuck him. That's how I got
this, too - we had a hunt yesterday - pity you missed
it - and the prey sank his teeth into my arm just as I
was penetrating him.  I mean, its' not fair, is it - a
little love bites one thing, but trying to bite a big
chunk out of a bloke, that's just not on.

6: But the real reason you want to be there second is
that someone else has already done the first fuck.
All these blokes are anal virgins, or are supposed to
be, and have you ever tried ramming your dick up a
virgin arse that's not been prepared or lubed?  It
really hurts, I tell you..

Q: Is that why the prey is screaming and cursing....?

6: Well, it might be.  But that's not what I mean.
It's your own dick that hurts, as it can be bloody
painful to have to force your way in past a totally
dry sphincter.  Your dick's covered in sweat from the
running, of course, but it's not enough, is it?
Anyway, if you get here second.... The other dog's
done all the stretching and lubing, hasn't he, and the
prey's hole is running with the dog's spunk.  So it's
easy to get in there and really enjoy it:  the prey's
a lot less inclined to struggle so hard, too.  There's
another advantage as well - the first fuck is usually
really quick as the tight hole makes you cum very fast
as there's so much friction on your dick. So the
riders haven't usually got to the scene.   But by the
second dog, the riders are usually there and they like
to watch one guy fucking another, especially as the
prey is still struggling a bit.  The ladies seem to
enjoy it more than the men, though - perhaps the men
are imagining what it would be like to have one of us
big powerful dogs push our big dicks up them!  And
when you're done, you quite often get a reward - the
ladies will get a lump of sugar, or a chocolate, out
of their hunting jackets and feed it to you to say
"thank you" for entertaining them.

Q: So do all the dogs get to fuck the prey then...?

6: No!  Be reasonable!  We're not here to hurt  the
guy, are we, and no bloke could possibly  take eight
big dicks like ours, one after another.    It's
usually just the first two or three.  Then the Owner
calls it a day, and leads the huntsmen off back to the
house for lunch.

Q: And what happens to the prey?

6: Well, he comes back with us.  The Trainer has
called us all together - some of the dogs can be
scattered over quite a wide area, if they've mistaken
the prey's tracks, and he uses the stuff in our
collars and our earpieces to get us all to one spot.
Then we set off back to the kennels, and the prey
comes with us.  We're all pretty whacked, so the
Trainer lets us take it easy - we're not required to
run or anything, just go at a nice brisk walk.  We
often have to help the prey, as they're generally much
more exhausted than we are.  And some of them are
crying, or look really dejected - hey, it's not as if
taking a dick is a really big thing, is it, but some
of them seem to think so!  So we have to help them -
put their arms around our shoulders and half carry
them if they're completely done in, or maybe just get
behind them and give their arses a good slapping if we
think they're faking it a bit.  Back at the kennels we
all get cleaned up by the kennel maids, and we have to
really watch the prey then - most of them aren't used
to the girls cleaning them up, and they try to take
advantage:  one stupid cunt even tried to take one of
the girls as a kind of hostage a few moths ago.  I
tell you, we were furious - you don't treat the kennel
maids like that, and we all protect them and look
after  them.

6: Then they feed us... even though it's usually only
mid-afternoon.  We're pretty good with the prey -
they're not used to feeding like we do, and providing
he hasn't done anything stupid with the maids, we help
him - nudge the choice bits towards him, that kind of
thing.  Of course, if he's been really offensive, we
just shoulder him out of the way, and he goes hungry.
Then we spend the rest of the afternoon in the
compound, and that's when we really get to have fun.
Those dogs that want to fuck the prey, and all of us
just enjoy being with the other dogs in the warm sun.
We're well fed, recovering from a great morning's
sport, and utterly content:  it's a great time for
sex, and we usually indulge.  It's just like before I
came here - if I'd played a really tough game of rugby
in the afternoon, when I got home my juices were
really running and I couldn't wait to fuck my woman.
It's just the same here - the excitement of the hunt,
and the physical feeling of utter contentment
afterwards really makes you randy.

Q: So I suppose it's the hierarchy thing again...?

6:  NO, actually.  Look, we all need to know our place
in the pack as when you just need a quick fuck you
don't want a whole lot of negotiation and messing
about and trying to get someone to agree, do you?
When you're ready or it, your dick is aching, and you
feel like fucking, it's so much easier just to be able
to take the arse of one of the blokes lower down in
the order.  But when you want a bit of relaxing,
utterly enjoyable sex... Well, you want your favourite
dog, don't you, or one you've fucked earlier in the
week and had a good time with, and want to try again.
And then there's the young guys to think about - they
need experience.

Q:  What do you mean?

6: Well, take young Five....   He's our latest
addition, and he's still only a young bloke, twenty, I
think he is, a real youngster.  He's eighth in the
pack as he hasn't yet learned to fight, and we all
fuck him regularly.  He's a really nice bloke, though,
and doesn't resent it at all  - he knows his time will
come.  But you've got to give him a bit of an
incentive, haven't you   It's all very well for him to
keep taking dick, but if he never learns how great it
is to give it, where's the incentive to progress?  We
have a bit of a tradition here - we offer the prey
next to the eighth dog, so he can enjoy a good
exercise for his dick.  It helps the young blokes like
Five to really understand what it's all about, and, of
course, when I've slipped right down the pecking
order, I'll still get to enjoy fresh arse
occasionally.

6: It's a bit of a free for all, actually - we're all
feeling great, and there's that air of sex about, and
we kind of take an "anything goes" attitude.  Even
young Five can go and ask any other dog if he can fuck
him, and quite a lot of us will agree...  We've all
been a young dog, after all.  And Five is a pretty
spectacular fucker, and if you do even just
occasionally like to take dick, well, I can't think of
a better dick to take.  There's something about young
guys, isn't there - still enthusiastic, still getting
a lot of fun with their dicks... well, as I said, even
those of us who are higher up in the pack will let
another dog take us sometimes, so it never hurts to
sniff around and ask.  And even if I don't want a guy
up my arse, I'll probably do a bit of mutual sucking,
or even just wank him - we're all nice blokes, after
all, and if you can't do a favour for a mate, you'd to
be a very poor buddy, wouldn't you?

Q: Is that the only time a dog lower in the pack gets
to fuck a higher one?

6: No.  Sometimes, if one of the dogs below me has
pissed me off, I'll start to fuck him, then call one
of the even lower dogs over and tell him to take over.
 That's often quite funny, because the dog who's
getting fucked really hates to be fucked by a lower
animal, especially if he's given that dog a hard time
himself earlier in the day.  They even sometimes start
to argue, and I have to give them a good seeing to
before we get the lower dog to finish off.

Q:  I see.  Anyway, what happens to the prey after
that?

6: Well, they leave him in the kennels with us all
night, and it's surprising how much fun some of them
have - it's almost as if once they're in the dark and
the warm, with all us nice bodies around them, they
lose their inhibitions a bit.  I've certainly had a
prey really enthusiastic about sucking my dick - I
honestly didn't have to force him or anything... He
just felt for it as we all shuffled over each other in
the pack, then the next minute was slobbering all over
it and he had his hands around my bum, pulling me in
to him and further down his throat.  I'm not so keen
on fucking them, though - it's all right in the heat
of the hunt, as that's what it's all about, but I
think I prefer the arses I know, of my mates.  Mind
you, not all of us are like that, and I think they do
pretty well.

Q: And after that?

6: I don't know, really.  They're taken away in the
morning, and we never see them again.  I guess they're
returned to where they've come from.  Knowing how
generous our Owner is, I suppose they get a few
thousand quid to compensate them for their time.  It
must be a bit of a problem for the marines, though -
they're probably posted as absent without leave, so
they must get into a bit of trouble with their
officers.

Q: But surely they complain to the police....

6: Well, I dunno'.  Probably not - would you go to the
police and tell them you'd been hunted, naked, by a
group of naked guys?  Do you think they'd believe you?
 More likely you'd be locked up in the loony bin.
And, in any case, where would the police start to
look?  When I was brought here originally I had no
ideas where I was.  It was only because one of the
other dogs told me were in Australia that I had any
idea.... Well, I mean, look around you... Nothing to
be seen for miles, except the bush and scrub.  We
could be anywhere.

Q: Now you've mentioned your coming here again, I've
been meaning to ask you... Why do you think you were
captured?

6: Dunno' how they found me, really.  But it's obvious
why the Owner wants me, isn't it?

Q: No...

6: Well, look at us, all eight.  I saw you watching us
yesterday.  Notice how alike we all are - we're all
exactly the same height, and, more importantly, we
have the same leg length and body length:  you can get
two guys the same height, but one can have a short
body and long legs, the other a long body and short
legs... Well, we're all the same.  And we're all
within four pounds of each other in weight, and all
have the same big nipples, and black air, and black
eyes... Look...

(Six leaned forward, and I looked deep into his eyes
which really were that astonishing jet black colour
that's relatively rare.  He'd also circled his tit
with his hand and thrust it forward - he had dark
teats set in the centre of a big, dark aureoles)

6: I fit the bill exactly for the Owner's choice of
dog in this pack.  I suppose that he's got agents
watching out for blokes who fit the bill, and they
must have seen me somewhere - working on the site, or
at a match.  The  only way I wasn't right is with my
dick, and they fixed that in the first week.

Q:  But you've got a fantastic dick - what wasn't
right about it?

6: Oh, come on... Look, I was a young British guy.
It's no longer the fashion to circumcise guys in
England, so I had a nice foreskin, didn't I?  Used to
like it, too - when you're wanking, it's so much
better to have a nice 'skin to slide over your dick
head.  But the pack is all cut, always has been,
apparently.  I guess in the early days there were a
lot of 'skinned blokes in it, and if an uncut guy
joined, he had to be 'skinned to make him look the
same.  Well, once you've started, you've got to go on,
haven't you?  So I had to lose my 'skin.  It didn't
hurt at all -  the vet just came and did it, and he's
used to it, and it's only a couple of minutes under a
local anaesthetic... It's a bit sore for the next week
or two, though!  All the blokes had a good laugh about
it, and we always do: it's one of our traditions.
When a young dog arrives with his 'skin intact, we
always tell him he's going to be "docked" - you know
how real dogs get their tails docked: we use that word
 as an in-joke.  Most of them never realise it until
they come back from the vet's and we ask to see how
the docking went!

Q: Well I suppose that leads me onto the obvious
question - how do you feel about it?

6: You mean about being 'docked'?  Well, it's just one
of those things.  I miss my 'skin, but I can see the
advantages here - it's really good to be just like
your mates. And it's a lot easier for the kennel maids
to clean our dicks like this - if they had to 'skin us
back every time they groomed us....

Q: No, I mean how do you feel about being snatched
from your real life, an brought here and made to be a
dog?

6:  That's the first difficult question you've asked
me.  It's really hard to say.

Q: Try...  Don't be worried, I'm not going to tell
your Owner or the Trainer...

6: Oh, I'm not worried about that.  The Owner and
Trainer don't care what we think - we're dogs, and
providing we behave, that's all that matters.  No, I'm
finding it hard to answer your question because the
answer changed.  Look, when I was first pulled out of
the travelling crate and had all that stuff done to
me, I hated it.  It was fucking humiliating, and some
of it hurt.  Then I would think about home, and miss
it.... But then, the more I thought, the more I
realised how great it was to be here.  Look, at home,
I had a dead-end job working on a building site, and
no prospects of anything else.  I'd got this woman
who'd I'd knocked up, and she and her mom and her
brothers were all nagging at me to marry her, and I
knew I was going to have to and I was too young to
settle down as I was only twenty two and I wanted to
"live".  I was really hard up - my wages barely
covered the bills, and when the sprog came, it would
be impossible.  I wouldn't even be able to afford
holidays - not that they were all that great:  two
weeks in an egg-box in Benedorm, after being crammed
into a charter flight.  About the only bit of pleasure
I got was from playing rugby, and that would probably
have to stop, too.  And even the times at the rugger
club weren't all that great - sure, it as good to play
matches and laugh and drink with the other blokes in
the communal bath afterwards, but then they mostly
went back to their nice little suburban homes and
their nice little suburban wives - they were doctors,
or lawyers, or IT people, all with a lot more money
than me.

6: And now, well, I have a good life, don't I?  I've
got a great job that really stretches my body.  I've
got absolutely nothing to worry about, providing I
behave - I'm fed, housed, looked after with the finest
medical care money can buy, there's no one hammering
at me to pay bills.  No nagging woman (or her fucking
family). A great bunch of fellow dogs who I'm really
close to,  Fantastic sex, and as much of it as I want,
whenever I want it.  A healthy life, a lot of fun,
stress-free, totally... Hey, a lot of blokes would be
really envious of me.  And, you know, I'm closer to my
fellow dogs than I've ever been to anyone in my life,
or ever could be.  As I said, all the guys at the club
went home after matches, and they probably looked down
on me and felt sorry for me as I was only a labourer.
But here the blokes know you for what you are, not for
how much you earn. I'm realising my full potential at
last, something I would never have done before.
There's no way  I'd want to change it.   I have his
collar on because my Owner wants me to, and because it
helps me do my job with the radio in it - but if he
took it of tomorrow, he needn't worry about me running
off and leaping over the perimeter fence:  no way!  I
like it here.

Q: Yes, but your "woman" was going to have a child..
Surely every man wants that...?


6: Sure, every bloke wants his genes to go on to the
next generation.  But look what you have to put up
with... It's easy if you've got money, but for me....
More grief, more worry, loss of my freedom.  And,
anyway, I have a pup.

Q: What?

6:  One of the owner's friends is a lady of a certain
age... She's got some high-powered job that keeps her
flying around the world, and she doesn't have time to
meet men.  She told my Owner she knew her biological
clock was ticking, and she needed to have a child
soon, before it was too late.  She could have gone off
and had it by artificial insemination, I suppose, or
even bought a shot of some guy's sperm over the
Internet and used a turkey baster!  But she believes
in natural things, and didn't want any of that.
Talking about it with the Owner after a hunt, she
asked him if she could borrow one of us dogs to
impregnate her, and of course he said yes.

6:  After their talk that night we were all specially
groomed the next morning - we knew something was going
on, as the kennel maids cleaned us even more
thoroughly than they do before a hunt, and they were
laughing and giggling with each other, especially as
they cleaned our dicks!  Then we all lined up, and she
came down the line, looking at us and trying to pick
one of us.  She couldn't of course - hey, we're all
chosen to be utterly alike, aren't we?  So if we're
all standing there, with everything on display, how
can you pick one?  In the end, she just got a pack of
cards and shuffled them, then turned them over one by
one - there were a lot of kings and queens to begin
with, then the first number card was a six, so it was
me!

6: It was tough, I tell you.  The Trainer lectured me
first, then the Owner.  It was made absolutely clear
to me that this was a lady, and I'd better behave!
There were all sorts of threats about what would
happen to me if I upset her or anything.  And they
reminded me that as a lady, she needed respect and
that I'd better be tender, and not rough with her.  I
remember the Owner saying in particular that he'd been
watching me fuck one of the pack the previous week and
he'd really enjoyed seeing how I piled into him -
well, my preferred style of fucking is, shall we say,
to go in deep, and go in hard, and go in fast - but no
way was I to do that.  Then I had to wait until she
was ready.... Several days.  You know... women don't
want to fuck all  the time, not like blokes, do they?
 And all this time the other dogs were laughing and
joking and making fun of me, telling me that I'd
forgotten how to take a woman, and that I wouldn't be
able to perform, and reminding me that I needed to go
up her cunt, and not her arse... I tell you, they all
had a lot of fun at my expense.   The hardest thing,
of course, was that the Trainer insisted that I had no
sex at all for three days before the big event - I
wasn't even allowed to wank myself, let alone fuck any
of the other dogs.  Can you imagine how difficult that
is, when you're used to it three or four times a day?

6: In the event, it all went well, though.  I was
really scared when I was taken into the house, as it
felt so odd to be on carpets, and with furniture
around, and so on.  But she was a real lady - she made
it really easy for both of us.  She... No, I'm not
going to tell you.  She's a real lady, and her privacy
deserves to be protected.  All I will say is that I
was completely successful - a hole in one, as you
might say, and they told me that I'd sired a pup, a
male.

Q: That's astonishing.. Have you ever seen him?

6: Yes, of course!  She believes that a son should
know his father.  So whenever she comes to visit the
Owner, she brings him here.  But we talked about it,
and she finally decided that it wasn't good for him to
know that his dad's a dog.  So we all play together,
and I get to see him, and at some time in the future
he'll know he's met his dad... Well, I expect he'll
remember all eight of us, not necessarily me.  I get
the best of everything - I see my pup growing up, and
I've got none of the hassle.  And the other dogs know
that I'm a proper, virile man, ever time they see my
pup.

Q: All play together....?

6:  Yes, all the pack.  Kids love to play with dogs,
you know, and we all like kids.  Whenever the owner
has guests with kids we all look forward to it - they
come down and visit us in our enclosure, and they're
much better than adults at bringing us little treats
to eat - they love us taking it out of their hands
with our tongues.   And the Owner lets them play with
us - you know the relay game I told you about, well,
we do that with them - they throw the ball initially,
then we run and retrieve it in our mouths, and so on.
It's a lot of fun.  And for the older kids, well,
their parents all feel much safer when they want to
swim in the creek - all kids love that compared to the
pool as it's so much more exciting - as we dogs all
stand guard at the edge of the deep water, and the
strongest swimmer sits on a big rock, ready to leap in
if there's any kid who seems to be floundering.  It's
a nice change for us - beats working, I'll tell you!

Q: But don't they see you're men, naked men...?

6: In a way, yes.  But then, we've all got collars on,
we're all the same, and don't look at all like their
parents.  It's easy for them to see us as something
different.  Mind you, by about twelve or thirteen,
then seem to get embarrassed and self-conscious, so
when they come to stay they stop visiting the kennels.

Q: Look, I don't like to worry you, but what's going
to happen to you when you're old... Well, didn't you
say you only had about five more years here..?

6: Yes, I suppose so.  This is a young bloke's game -
funny, it's a bit like rugby - I'd have left the club
in my mid-thirties, probably, too.

Q: So what happens then?

6: Well, the Owner tries to find us good homes.  It's
not all that easy, as some of the blokes find it
really hard to adjust to not living in a pack.  When
you're used  to the companionship, the sex, the fun,
the open air life... It's hard to go back to some
boring old regular existence.  I know about two dogs
personally....

Q: Tell me, please..

6: I met my predecessor, "old six", I'll call him.
His owner brought him back recently when he was here
for a hunt.  My owner persuaded old six's owner to
take old six as he was a bit past it, and it seems to
be working out well.  His new owner likes walking, and
does a bit of rough shooting, and so on, and he likes
taking old six with him on all of this - it's really
companionable to walk with a dog, isn't it?  And if
his owner shoots a pheasant out of the sky, old six's
training here on the game hunts comes in - he rushes
off and retrieves the body, and brings it back to his
owner.  Old six, even though he's past it for hunting
here in the pack, is still in superb physical shape by
normal standards, of course - so he's easily able to
keep up with his owner, and in fact does a lot more:
the owner walks along normally, and old six races
ahead, then comes back, then races ahead again.  For
every mile his owner does, old six must do four.  His
real job is to be a guard dog, though - no burglar is
going to dare risk breaking into his owner's house
whist he's out at work while old six is guarding it.
They live in the suburbs, and there was a lot of petty
crime, teenage vandalism, and so on, and old six told
us that everyone in the area is pleased now that's all
gone away.  The first few weeks he was there he told
some lads who were skateboarding and making a nuisance
of themselves to fuck off, and when they were
disrespectful to him, he chased them - well, he can
still run - and caught them, and gave them a good
seeing to.  Mind you, he says that although it's an
easy life, he still misses us, especially the sex, as
there are no other guys in the area whose body he
fancies.  So he looks forward to his visits here with
his new owner, and we're all really nice to him.  He
can't wait to strip off his shorts and T -   his owner
insists he wears clothes -  and get in here with us.
And his owner lets him spend the nights in the
sleeping compartment with us, too.

5:  Old seven's g to a cushy number, as well.  The
Owner's aunt had a lot of trouble with the Abbos - she
lives on the edge of the bush, and the were always
coming begging at her door, or stealing her
vegetables, or just standing around and looking at her
house.  I told you seven is a pretty fearsome bloke on
the surface - it's funny, even though we're all so
much alike there are some small differences in facial
expression and so on that make some of us look harder
than the others - and so the Owner gave old seven to
his aunt as a watch dog.  Worked like a dream - no
more Abbo trouble:  they took one look at old seen,
and didn't come near again.  It's probably because
he's allowed to go naked still, and the Abbos only
wear those tiny penis sheath things:  Once they saw
old seven's dick, I expect they were ashamed of
themselves.  Old seven doesn't come back here often,
as he needs to guard the house when the Owner's aunt
is visiting, but one of us has been there and when he
came back he told us that old seven likes the life but
that he's spoiled rotten by the Aunt - she keeps
giving him chocolate and stuff, and he has to take it
and hide it as he doesn't want to upset her, and yet
he doesn't want to get fat. The only real complaint
he's got is about sex, of course, and grooming - he's
had to get used to shaving himself and it's tricky to
do your own arse, isn't it?  Oh, and that the aunt
likes to dress him up - she makes him wear a blue
ribbon knotted around his dick and his balls, like a
cock ring, except that there's a big bow on the top.

Q: So you think you might get a job with an owner like
that?

6:  Yes, I'm in with a good chance.  I'm good with
kids, as I told you, and there are a lot of parents
who'd like a good dog around the house, especially
when the kids are growing up.  Kids ought to have a
dog around the place, and the real ones are a real lot
of trouble, as they are always shedding hair, making
smells, and so on.  Then there are all these perverts
around, aren't there, and having young kids must be a
worry to parents, especially those who work long
hours.  Well, a good reliable guard dog would solve a
lot of that, wouldn't it?  And I think my Owner knows
I'm good with kids, so he'll be on the lookout for a
suitable place for me.  Well, at least he told the
Trainer that I was to have charge of that pup that he
bought....

At that moment, the servant came in with afternoon
tea, and my host appeared shortly afterwards.  Six got
to his feet as soon as the Owner appeared, as you'd
expect, but he was told to sit, and sank back onto the
floor.  As we chatted over tea, my host apologised for
leaving me alone so much but he had a big deal at a
crucial stage, and was stuck on the video conference
system almost continuously.  Still, as he pointed out,
it did enable him to spend most of his time here at
his station, and not in the city.  It was touching to
see how, as we talked, he occasionally reached to and
scratched Six's head , and how much pleasure Six
obviously took in this mark of his Owner's affection.
The Owner even fed him little bits of the delicious
Victoria sponge that was served with the tea, and I
couldn't help but notice that Six spent a lot longer
licking the crumbs from his Owner's fingers than he
had from mine after lunch.

My host was not averse to my continuing to interrogate
Six, and when he was summoned back to another video
conference call, I looked at Six, to continue.  But
his eyes were on the Victoria sponge, and he was
almost drooling.  His owner had only given him two or
three very tiny morsels, so I cut a slice, put it on a
plate, and put it in front of Six.  He looked at it
longingly, but he'd said he was well trained, and so
he didn't ask for it.  Even when I put the plate on
the floor in front of him he didn't attack it...
Instead, he asked, quite humbly, if I would breaks it
into tiny pieces as these were easier to eat without
hands.  I did so, and was rewarded with the intensely
erotic sight of his muscular back and buttocks heaving
backwards and forwards as he scoffed the cake
greedily.  He told me afterwards that all their food
tended to be savoury, meat based, and that something
sweet was a complete treat - especially as he was no
longer top dog, and could not rely on getting
chocolate from guests.

End Of Part 2