Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2005 16:53:37 -0800 (PST)
From: NiteSearcher2000 <nitesearcher2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Four Friends: Chapter 6

This story in not completely fictional. Nor is it the
truth and nothing but the truth. The names have
definitely been changed to protect the guilty. We are
all disease free and stay that way by protecting
ourselves whenever we play with anyone but each other.
Descriptions of unprotected sex are fictional because
I'm imaginative and not stupid.

You know the rules... Don't read this if you're a
minor or are offended by gay or BDSM expression. Don't
even think about reproducing or publishing it without
my permission. Remember, I have sadistic friends who
like to punish people! <<evil grin>>


Chapter 6

I sleep through the night. Surprising considering how
small the kennel is, but actually it was pretty
comfortable and cozy. Sure I'd like to stretch out now
that I'm awake. I see that Dan's not in his bed. I
look at the clock and I'm shocked to see it's well
after 10:00. I never sleep this late. I wonder if I'm
supposed to call out to Dan, but decide not to. I can
use the quiet time to think about last night. It was
somehow different than usual and I can't quite figure
out why. What made it different? It's not the first
time I've been rented or loaned out. It's not the
first time I've been used by a group. It's certainly
not the first time that I've been tortured by them or
anyone else. It was different though. They were more
detached. Usually Dennis is right there in control of
everything. Last night it was almost like Dan was more
in charge. Sleeping here was certainly different. I
rarely ever come here let alone sleep over. I'm
shocked he has the dog kennel. What does he use that
for?

My thoughts are interrupted when he comes in and sits
on the edge of his bed. All he's wearing is an old,
loose fitting pair of jeans. He's gorgeous and sexy.
"You're finally awake."

"Yes, I'm sorry I slept so late."

"The last word out of your mouth better be Sir. It's
okay that you slept, you took a beating last night."
I'm still a bit sore. Looking at my body I still have
some welts, some redness, and a couple of black and
blue marks. Nothing serious. "Are you okay?"

I think for a second before I respond, "Yeah. I'm
okay. A little sore is all. Sir."

"You're fucking amazing. Do you have to go to the
bathroom?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Okay, Let me get your leash." I'm left in shock as he
walks out of the room and more shocked when he returns
carrying a leash. He opens the door and reaches in to
attach the leash to my collar. What does he think I'm
going to do, run away? He leads me out of the room and
I'm more confused when he leads me in the opposite
direction of the bathroom. We go through the house
right out the sliding glass doors into the yard. It's
a gorgeous day and Dennis and Scott are already there
drinking coffee.

He walks me right past them in the grass. "Just let me
walk him first. I don't want him to piss on the
patio." Scott busts out laughing and Dennis just
snickers. He walks me over to the corner by the fence
and just stops there. He carries on light conversation
with the other guys. I stay there on all fours not
knowing what to do. "Go if you have to go. I'm not
going to stand here all day. If you don't go now you
can fucking wait until your next walk." SHIT! What the
fuck is this all about? I have to pee so I let it rip
and piss in the grass, but I also have to defecate. I
tell him. "So go ahead. What do you think I brought
you out here for?" The three of them are watching me.
I've never done this before. I turn toward them so I'm
facing them. I squat down and push. I'm so fucking
embarrassed and really humiliated when he pats my head
and tells me I'm a good boy. "You done?" I nod yes too
embarrassed to say anything. He reaches into his
pocket and hands my a baggie, "Pick it up. You're not
making a mess on my lawn." Scott and Dennis both crack
up. I turn the bag inside out, pick it up without
touching it, and seal the bag. "Wipe your ass." He
tells me.

Oh come on! He's got to be kidding! "How?" I ask with
a real attitude. He doesn't say a word but his belt is
off in a heartbeat! He doubles it up and whips the
hell out of me. He must have landed twenty good ones.
I curled up on the ground in an effort to protect
myself but he belted my across my ass, hips, back and
arms. "Don't you ever talk to me in that tone of
voice. Not ever. Now drag your butt in the grass to
wipe it like the pig you are." Oh Fuck! That was a
hell of a beating and this is a lot of humiliation for
first thing in the morning. I do drag my ass along the
ground to clean it. Put the bag in your mouth and
crawl to the garbage pail and put it in there. FUCK!
FUCK! FUCK! I do it like I was told but I hate it!.
Then I'm brought back to the patio table and told to
stay on my knees as Dan joins the others for coffee.

"Okay. Lets talk." Dan begins. They all look at me.
Scott is in a pair of board shorts, sitting back in
his chair with his legs stretched out in front of him
and crossed at the ankles. Dennis, who is awesome in
his Speedo, is sitting up straight with his legs
crossed. "We've been talking and there need to be some
changes made. In light of what we saw last night and
other observations we've made over time, it's obvious
you're a lot fucking lower than we realized. You have
too much freedom and too many privileges for someone
as low as you are. The rules have to change." He stops
talking and lets it sink in. I don't say anything yet.
I want to see where this goes.

He continues, "From now on there are going to be lots
of changes. First, you lose some privileges. Men
decide when they go to the bathroom. You don't. You'll
be put on a schedule. If you have to go at another
time you ask permission first. Next, men get to use
the bathroom in the house. You don't. You'll be walked
and will do your business outside, making sure you
clean up after yourself. You also shower out here with
the garden hose unless you're told otherwise."

Again he stops and lets it sink in. I think about what
he's just said. "Your dick is getting hard." He points
out. "I take it you accept the rules so far." Scott
snickers. I say nothing. "Also, men get to decide when
and what they eat. You don't. We'll tell you when to
eat and what to eat. Don't you dare eat anything
without our permission. Same with drinking. You don't
drink anything unless we tell you. Also, your water
supply is the toilet. That's where you drink from
unless told otherwise." He pauses again. "By the way,
your dick is now rock hard. So again, I take it you
agree." Again, I say nothing.

"Next, men deserve and have a right to all of these
things. You don't. For you they are privileges you
have to pay for. You'll be paddled every time you eat,
or drink, shower, or go to the bathroom. It's simply
the price you pay for being a boy."

"You don't get to be free in the house. You'll be
leashed, tethered, kenneled, restrained, or whatever
at all times when we're home. You sleep in a kennel
from now on. Once you're put in the kennel you don't
come out for any reason except a fire or some such
emergency. Anything short of that you stay in it until
you're taken out. If we go out, you'll wear an
electric collar around your balls. If you move away
from us, or if we want your attention, or if you need
to be punished we'll zap your balls. How hard will
depend on how badly you're fucking up."

"Lastly, there'll be more pain and suffering. You
deserve more, from now on you'll get more." The
silence hangs. Scott smiles and nods in full
agreement. Dennis sips more coffee. Dan keeps his eyes
on me. "You can talk." He gives me permission.

"I don't understand what's changed. I don't know why
you're doing this. Sir."

Dennis talks for the first time. "We're doing this
partly because you deserve it, but we deserve it too.
We're men and we behave like men, that gets us certain
privileges. You're not equal to us. We are superior to
you. There should be a difference in how we're treated
and in the privileges we have. You're much lower than
us. You get much less, we get much more. That's how it
should be. It's not only fair, it's right." My mind is
racing trying to take it all in.

"Come on. We always play like this. I'm still a man.
Sir"

Scott sits forward in his seat. "That's just it,
You're not a man, you're just a boy. Even if you want
to argue that you are a man, you don't behave like a
man. Men don't submit themselves to other men. They
don't ask to be tortured and beaten. They don't get
off on being beaten and humiliated. They don't drink
piss. They don't kneel before other men like you're
doing now. They don't call other men Sir. You're not
bad, just different, and you have to be treated
differently, Eric." He sits back and crosses his legs
again. I need time to think so I say nothing.

Dennis comes to me, "I have to take a leak." He takes
his dick out and moves it toward my mouth. I take it
without even thinking about it. He pisses in my mouth
and I swallow it all. When he's done he goes and sits
down again. He looks at me and asks, "Now do you get
it?" All of a sudden it clicks. I get it. Shit! I get
it! FUCK! I am different.

Scott sees my distress. "It's okay, Eric. We still
love you. We just have to adjust things so they're
fair to all of us. We'll all be happier this way.
You'll move in with us. So will Dan. This is how it's
supposed to be. We own you. You were just the last one
to know."

I try to hold on to my last ounce of pride and
dignity. "You don't own me."

"Yeah, we do." Dennis says. "We always have. If you
don't think we own you then get up and walk out now.
If you walk out don't ever come back. Nothing is
holding you here, but yourself. Your car is out front.
You have plenty of money, a good job a nice house.
You're more successful than all of us. You only need
us because you need to be owned, and we own you. If
you didn't need this you'd have cut out a long time
ago." I keep thinking about it. I really don't want to
leave.

Dennis and Dan go in the house. Scott reassures me.
"Don't worry about it. It's really okay. We love you,
Eric. Lick my feet for me. You'll feel better." I lick
and kiss his feet and oddly enough I do feel better.
Dan and Dennis come out with a tray full of bagels,
butter, cheese, cream cheese and more juice and coffee
and put it on the table. Dan puts a bowl on the floor
and opens two packets of dry oatmeal into the bowl.
While still talking he pees into the bowl. Scott
stands up with a paddle and reminds me, "You peed, you
crapped, and now you're eating breakfast. Bend over
and take it like a man." They all laugh. My ass is
paddled until it's bright red. Then I eat my
breakfast.

I could end it here and start a new story, or continue
on. I could come up with another chapter if there's
interest.

Eric
from South Florida