Date: Thu, 17 Dec 2015 10:47:29 -0500
From: Rafi Daud <rafidaud69@gmail.com>
Subject: THE NIGHT erik....., Chapter 4

       This story is either the true story of a nineteen-year-old boy named
erik who is being trained to be a total slave-bitch or a figment of the
author's imagination or it could be a mixture of both.  It's up to the
reader to decide for himself which it is.  All I will say is that whether
true or fictional, the author is not erik, Master, or George.  He is simply
the author.  This is also copyrighted material.  So while you're welcome to
make a personal copy for yourself, any other reproduction or reposting is
not allowed without the prior written consent of the author.

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future chapters will be dependent on erik's willingness to continue to
share his on-going experience or on the author's ability to conjure up
future plot developments

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THE NIGHT erik.....


Chapter 4


.....BEGAN his GIRLY TITS, pt. 2


	erik tried to ignore the throbbing from his bruised and swollen
girly tits as he sat in the shotgun seat of his pick-up truck while George
drove it over to Master's house.  The mid-morning sun was bright in his
face and erik was feeling a little disoriented.  It was still relatively
early in the morning and while erik was now somewhat accustomed to being
used and played with any time during the day or night when he stayed over
at Master's house, this was the first time he'd ever driven over from
George's house to Master while it was daylight.  For some reason that made
him feel much more exposed and vulnerable than usual, which was saying a
lot since erik always felt pretty much totally vulnerable whenever he was
with either Man.

	At least it wasn't a long drive, just a little over a mile, between
the two houses.  Of course, that meant that erik had scarcely had time to
settle in before George was pulling up in front of Master's residence.  The
Man put the truck in park but left the engine idling as He turned to the
boy.

	"Okay, bitch," He said.  "We're here.  Master's expecting you so
get your faggot ass out of the truck and into the house."

	"You're not coming in, Sir," erik asked, his surprise overcoming
his normal caution.  It was always dangerous to speak to a Real Man when he
hadn't been asked a question - erik had been punished severely more than
once for that infraction - but the teenager's surprise that George was not
planning on participating in what erik knew would be another round of
sexual abuse by Master caused him to violate that rule.  he realized his
mistake almost immediately, but by then it was too late.  The words were
already out of his mouth.  he could only hope that George would either
overlook his actions or would be too busy to correct him.

	erik wasn't sure whether what happened next was George's desire to
punish him for speaking without permission or simply a product of George's
pleasure in hurting him.  Whatever the motivation, erik was suddenly
gasping in pain as the Man roughly squeezed the teenager's left girly tit.
"Arrgh," he moaned softly, keenly aware that he was being molested in broad
daylight and that there was an elderly couple only a few houses away
walking their dog down the sidewalk.  The last thing in the world he wanted
to do was attract attention to his plight.

	George twisted the nipple hard, feeling his own cock stiffening up
inside his pants as the teenage boy writhed in pain next to Him.  He was
really sorry that He couldn't stop and join Keith in what He knew the Man
had planned for the little bitch but He had promised His wife that He'd
take care of certain repairs around the house while she was gone.  He'd had
a lot of fun with the teenager last night and that would have to hold Him
for now.  George needed to show His wife that He could get things fixed up
around the house while she was away and, hopefully, that would make her
more willing in the future to take the time to visit her family for an
entire weekend - which would also free up George so that He could give erik
the type of constant abuse that a cum-dump urinal like him deserved.

	Reluctantly, the Man let go of the boy's re-inflamed tit.  He could
see the tears in the boy's eyes and almost laughed out loud.  If the little
whore was this close to crying already, he didn't have a chance of even
making it into the basement before he was bawling like a little baby -
Keith would make sure of that.

	"Have fun, bitch," He advised with a smirk, knowing that fun just
wasn't on the agenda that day for the teenager.  "Your truck will be parked
outside my house when you're done.  The walk will do you good; help you
work out some of the soreness I'm sure you'll be feeling after your Master
finishes with you.  I'll leave the keys under the front seat.  Now get the
fuck out, you lazy cunt."

	"Yes, Sir," erik immediately replied, happy to be leaving the Man
although he wasn't too thrilled to be facing the prospect of a mile walk
when he left Master's house just to pick up his truck - he knew how
exhausted and wrecked he usually was by the time Master let him go after a
session.  By now, though, the boy also knew enough to realize that it
couldn't be helped.  So he didn't even bother to object about the
arrangement; he just quietly opened the door and got out of the truck.

	he turned to head up the walk to Master's front door and almost
immediately tripped over the dog he'd noticed the couple walking earlier.
It was a big dog.  It reminded him of his own dog, Shadow, who he'd raised
from when he was a young puppy.  erik got him just a couple months after
Speedster lost a race with a car.  Shadow seemed like the perfect name for
him, since he followed erik around like his shadow.  erik had come to
consider Shadow more like a friend than a pet.  It seemed that he was
always there to buck erik up whenever the boy hit a really low point -
something that had been happening a lot lately.  Just having Shadow in his
room when erik returned from a hard session with Master seemed to take some
of the sting out of what erik had just gone through.  Shadow really was
just like a good friend should be - always there when you needed him.

        Of course, none of his friends tried to mount him the way Shadow
did - but that was just the type of thing that you had to expect from a
male dog who wasn't fixed, something his Dad refused to countenance.  erik
could remember his Dad explaining, 'you can't expect your dog to be Man's
best friend if the first thing you do to him is lop off his balls.'  erik
had instinctively understood his Dad's point.  But just thinking of Shadow,
gave erik pause.

	This weekend, for the first time, Shadow was staying with erik in
his new apartment.  erik had taken Shadow out for a walk right before he'd
left for George's house and made sure both his food and water bowls were
filled.  erik had figured he might be ordered to spend the entire night
with George, but he hadn't planned on being driven straight from George's
house to Master's.  he'd thought he'd have at least a little time in
between training sessions so that he could get home and take Shadow out.
Now, though, if Master kept him all night, Shadow would be cooped up inside
for over 36 hours straight and there was no way a dog could be expected to
go that long without having an 'accident' inside erik's new apartment.
erik didn't want that to happen, but he didn't know what he could do about
it, either, though he figured he should probably do something.

	erik's momentary distraction had provided just enough time for the
couple and their dog to move on down the block.  Shaking his head to clear
it, erik decided that was just something he'd have to work out.  Right now,
he had a session with Master to deal with and he knew he needed his wits
about him.  If anything, Master was a bigger stickler for proper deportment
than George and He wouldn't hesitate to punish erik for the smallest
infraction.  erik always needed to be on this toes when he was around
Master, even if, in reality, he spent the vast majority of time with Master
on his knees.  And, if his just completed session with George was any
indication, erik knew he faced a session with Master that was bound to be
both painful and exhausting.  he couldn't afford to be distracted by
problems which might or might not arise in the future.  he was sure to have
enough problems to deal with in the here and now.

	The door was unlocked as usual and erik let himself in.  Master was
standing right there when he entered, but He didn't say a word.  Instead,
He just stood there, watching, as the boy stripped off all of his clothes
and placed them on the chair.  Once the boy was standing in front of him
completely naked, Keith glanced down to make sure the teenager was fully
erect as he was expected to be whenever in the presence of his Master and
then walked up to the boy and affixed the dog collar around his neck.
"You'll be wearing this a lot more in the future, boy," He told erik who
was trying to control the fear he always felt when he first entered
Master's house.

	The Man was just turning around when erik spoke up.  "Master, may i
please have permission to ask you a question?  It's very important,
Master."

	Keith turned back and looked at the boy speculatively.  The little
whore knew better than to speak without being spoken too, but then again,
he had asked for permission to ask a question, even though he knew that
simply doing that would almost certainly run the risk a punishment session.
Keith had to wonder what was so pressing on the cunt's mind that he would
take that risk.  Well, there was one easy way to find out.  He allowed a
stern scowl to mask his interest and answered, "you can ask a question,
bitch, but it better be good."

	"Yes, Master.  Thank you, Master," erik replied in as obsequious a
voice as he could manage.  "i was wondering, Master, if you were planning
on keeping me the entire night, Master?"

	Keith could feel a surge of anger at the sheer impertinence of the
question.  The little slut should know by now that he would be staying as
long as his Master wanted him to.  That was all a slave-bitch needed to
know.  He could feel Himself getting ready to explode when erik, who could
see the anger in Master's eyes, haltingly spoke again.

	"i...i know it's none of my business, Master," he began, his voice
cracking under the fear gripping him, "but it's just....it's my dog,
Master.  Shadow.  He's staying with me now, Master.  i took him out for his
walk before I went to Sir's house but he hasn't been out since then
and....i'm afraid if i have to spend the night, you know, Master, he...he
might have an accident...or something."

	Hearing the little shit's explanation calmed Keith down somewhat.
So, the bitch was worried about his dog.  Keith, who had had a few dogs of
His own over the years, could understand that.  Of course, that didn't
justify the boy's breach of protocol - he'd have to be punished for that
and Keith would make sure that he was.  But it also gave the Man an opening
for an entirely new way to humiliate his bitch.

	Keith let his face relax a little as He responded, "bitch, you'll
be staying here as long as I want you here.  Understand, bitch?"

	"Yes, Master," erik replied as humbly as he could, "i understand,
Master."

	"But," Keith went on, "fortunately for you and for your dog, too,
I'm not planning on keeping you all night.  This will be a relatively short
session, today, and your dog may be able to avoid 'having an accident' as
you put it."

	"Oh, thank you, Master.  Thank you," the teenager replied almost
physically groveling.

	"Of course," Keith continued, letting Himself smile, "if Shadow
isn't able to hold it in, if he does make a mess, I expect you to clean up
that mess up the way you clean up any mess that you make - with your
tongue, bitch.  With your tongue.  Do you understand, bitch?"

	It took just seconds for the boy's entire body to flush a brilliant
scarlet as the import of Master's words sunk in.  If Shadow had an
accident, if he peed in erik's apartment, the boy would have to lick up the
mess.  he'd have to slurp up dog pee with his tongue.  Just considering
that possibility was enough to make the boy's gorge rise in his throat.  It
was only with the greatest effort that he managed to squeak out a response,
"Yes, Master.  i understand, Master."

	"Good," Keith responded, enjoying the boy's embarrassment
immensely.  "And now, bitch," he added, "if you're finished wasting My time
with your problems maybe we can get back to your training."  He turned back
around, picked up something that erik couldn't quite see from a side table,
and then returned to the boy.

	Despite the boy's best efforts, he wan't able to avoid emitting an
audible moan when he looked down and saw that Master was now holding in His
hand a chain with two clamps attached to its ends.  erik's girly tits were
already so sore from the abuse they'd taken at George's house.  And now it
was obvious that Master intended to continue working on them.  Master told
him to put his hands behind his head while He affixed the clamps to the
boy's still swollen nubs.

	Looking at the puffy and abraded tits on the boy's chest, Keith
couldn't help smiling.  George had really done a number on them, just like
they'd discussed.  And that was going to make today's session just that
much more painful for the little whore.  He grabbed the boy's right tit and
closed the tweezer clamp around it, snuggly but not yet exceptionally
tight.  But, even though it wasn't particularly tight, erik groaned as his
tender nub was squeezed by the rubber tips of the clamp.  Keith then
quickly attached the other clamp to the teenager's left tit, which elicited
another groan from the boy.  Then He took a few steps back and looked at
the boy's chest, now festooned with the tweezer clamps.

	"Look at me, bitch," he ordered.

	"Yes, Master," erik immediately replied, raising his head to look
at his Master.

	Keith reached out a hand and flicked the chain connecting the two
clamps.  "Today, boy," he informed erik, "I'm going to be using this chain
as your leash.  But, to do that, I have to make sure that the clamps don't
get pulled off your tits."  With that, He reached forward and maneuvered
the rings which served to tighten the clamps way down the tweezers.  The
effect was electric.  erik shrieked in sudden agony as the tweezers
viciously pinched his raw and aching nipples.

	Squirming in front of his Master, the pain was so great that erik
thought he might pass out.  his field of vision narrowed and he dropped to
his knees.

	"Get the fuck up, you stupid bitch," Master shouted at him.  "Who
told you to kneel down?"

	It took almost a full minute for erik to collect himself.  The pain
was just incredible.  But somehow he managed to get back to his feet.
"Sorry, Master," he apologized, trying hard not to cry, "but my girly tits
really hurt."

	"Your girly tits?" Master repeated questioningly.

	"Yes, Master," the boy replied, not quite understanding the
question.  "my girly tits."  Then it dawned on the teenager what had
generated Master's question.  "Sir said I was to refer to my...tits as my
girly tits from now on.  He said that that was what I needed to have on my
chest - a pair of girly tits.  And He told me that was what I had to call
them from now on.  Is that okay, Master?" he asked with a quaver in his
voice, wondering if he had somehow screwed up by referring to his boy
nipples as 'girly tits.'

	Keith couldn't keep a smile from his face.  'Girly tits,' He
thought.  'Leave it to George to come up with something like that.  He's
always looking for some new way to humiliate the little faggot.  Girly
tits.  That's great.  It's obvious just from the way the cunt said it that
he hates the term.'  He looked at the boy and smirked.  "That's right,
bitch," He concurred.  "From now on you're to refer to them as 'girly tits'
just like George told you."

	"Yes, Master," erik agreed, hating having to use those words to
describe his nipples but at least relieved that he hadn't inadvertently
earned himself another punishment session with Master.  There was a slight
pause and erik looked at Master and saw that He was waiting expectantly.
Not being sure what he was expected to do, the boy simply repeated his
initial explanation.  "My girly tits are super sore, Master, and the clamps
really hurt."

	Keith snorted.  "Well, you better get used to them, bitch," he
warned the boy.  "you're going to be wearing them from now on when your
over here.  Just like George said, we need to get those tits of yours nice
and big, like girly tits should be on a slave-bitch like you."  Then, not
even waiting for a reply, He reached around and grabbed the chain
connecting the two tit-clamps.  He gave it a sharp tug and then turned
around and, using the chain as a leash, He led the teenage boy-bitch down
the steps to the basement.

	erik was gasping in pain as he followed Master down the basement
steps and by the time he reached the bottom the tears were freely flowing
down his face.  his girly tits just hurt so unbelievably bad, worse even
that at George's house when He was pinching and twisting them.  The boy
stumbled after Master as the Man led him to the bed in the playroom.  There
were two pillows in the middle of it.

	"Get on the bed, bitch, with the pillows underneath your belly and
your boycunt up in the air," Keith ordered.

	"Yes, Master," the teenager obediently replied, crawling onto the
bed and positioning the pillows directly under his crotch, all too aware
that this noticeably elevated his tight buttocks making them readily
accessible for whatever designs Master had on them.

	Once erik was in position, Keith methodically circled the boy,
tying off both arms and both legs with ropes affixed to the corners of the
bed, leaving him spread-eagled and helpless on the mattress.  This position
forced the boy's inflamed tits to rub against the fabric of the mattress
and erik tried to raise his chest up off the bed to lessen the pain.
Seeing him do that, Keith took both hands and pressed firmly down on the
boy's back, forcing the abraded nubs back into contact with the bed and
causing the teenager to squeal in pain.  erik was already sobbing
uncontrollably when Keith brought out the Lexan paddle he'd been dying to
try on the boy.

	Made of clear plastic, the paddle was exceptionally dense and
allowed its user to bring maximum force to bear on the flesh being struck.
Keith's paddle had holes in it which cut down on air resistance and allowed
an even faster swing.  Knowing that the teenage slut was already in pain
from his tortured tits - his 'girly tits' as George made the little whore
refer to them - Keith was sure that it wouldn't be long before the boy was
bawling his eyes out once Keith began spanking him.  But that's what He
wanted.  Keith wanted to see His little bitch crying like a baby - that
really turned the Man on.  So with grim determination, Keith went to work
on erik's beautiful, firm bubble-butt.

	The Man raised the paddle in the air and then stopped.  He loved
building up the boy's apprehension as the youngster waited in terrified
anticipation for the ass-thrashing he knew he was about to get.  "bitch,"
Keith addressed the boy, "I probably should use a gag on you, because this
is really going to hurt.  But then I'd miss hearing you scream and cry as
you got the ass-tanning a bitch like you constantly needs.  And I'm going
to really enjoy that."  The look of raw fear that erik gave the Man when
the boy heard this sent a pleasurable charge through Keith's already
throbbing cock.  With a wicked smile, He began paddling the boy's
bubble-butt with real force.

	Keith delivered four rapid swats, two to each butt cheek, and was
rewarded by an immediate shriek of pain from the teenage fuck-whore.  He
paused for a few seconds to let the pain sink in and then delivered another
pair of rapid, hard swats.  With just half-a-dozen smacks, erik was
writhing on the bed, his ass exploding with fire.  Already the creamy white
of his butt cheeks was turning pink and Keith settled down to a nice long
session of ass-tanning.

	Keith liked taking his time when he spanked the young slut.
Letting the tension build and the pain set in between swats and then, just
as the cuntboy was beginning to relax, unleashing a flurry of rapid and
forceful smacks on the boy's rapidly reddening buttocks kept the boy from
ever experiencing even a moment of relief.  Hearing the boy scream and
shriek and cry out was music to His ears, just as watching the teenager
shudder and writhe as uncontrolled sobbing wracked his body was an
incredible sexual turn-on.  Blistering the boy's butt was almost, though
not quite, as enjoybable as fucking his tight little boycunt, but the
beauty of it was that He could not only do both but that by preceding his
fucking of the teenager's pussy with a vicious ass-whipping that left the
boy's butt-cheeks super-tenderized, He actually made fucking erik's
grasping cunt-hole that much hotter for the Man.

	Keith kept paddling the boy for a good ten minutes - long enough
for the crimson color to take on a more scarlet sheen, visual testimony of
the deep-down bruising that was taking place; long enough to reduce the
teenager to a blubbering, screeching baby crying his eyes out.  Then Keith
took a break.

	Paddling the little faggot's butt was hard work and it made Keith
thirsty.  He went upstairs and got Himself a beer and then came back down
and slowly sipped it as the boy struggled to regain even minimal
self-control.  Keith could feel the heat emanating from erik's brutalized
buttocks even though He was a good five feet away.  The way the boy was
still carrying on, it was pretty clear that the pain had scarcely
diminished.  Of course, the way the boy had jerked around on the bed as
Keith was whaling away at his defenseless ass had also aggravated the
teenager's already-inflamed girly tits and both his boy-nubs and his
butt-cheeks literally felt like they were on fire.

	Keith just sat there for a while, enjoying the way the boy cried so
piteously.  He didn't really consider Himself a sadist but there was just
something about the way erik looked when he was being spanked and whipped
that really turned the Man on, particularly when the boy started weeping
like a little girl.  The idea that He was turning a teenage stud from one
of the town's most prominent families into his own personal pain bitch was
incredibly arousing.

	Keith kept sipping his beer until it seemed to him that the boy was
finally getting a handle on the pain.  he was still audibly sobbing but he
didn't seem to be shaking as much as he had been when Keith had stopped
pummeling his burning butt with the Lexan paddle.  It was time, Keith
decided, for round two.

	Keith picked up the old leather cowboy belt he'd already used on
the boy a number of times in the past.  He walked over to where the boy was
sobbing on the mattress, grabbed a handful of hair, and yanked the bitch's
head up.  "You ain't done yet, bitch," He sneered as He shoved the strap
under the boy's face and saw the teenager's eyes widen in terror.

	Lying on the bed, just trying to recover from the awful paddling
his ass had taken from the plastic paddle, erik couldn't remember ever
being in such unrelenting pain.  his girly tits felt like someone was
stabbing them with fiery ice-picks over and over again and his entire ass
felt like it had been turned into a roaring furnace - he could feel hte
heat just wafting off of it.  he knew he was crying like a baby again but
he just couldn't help himself.  It just hurt so much.  he was trying to
behave like he knew a good slave-bitch should but it was really hard for
him to handle the level of pain he was suffering.  And then, suddenly, he
felt his head yanked up and Master showed him the 'strap' He'd used on erik
before - the 'strap' the boy had come to dread as the worst thing he'd ever
had to endure.  And when erik heard Master tell him that he wasn't done yet
and it was obvious that Master was going to use the strap on him again, the
teenager lost it.

	"Oh, please, Master," he begged.  "No more.  Please, no more.  I'll
do anything you want.  Anything at all.  Just please don't spank me any
more.  My ass already hurts so much.  Please, please, Master.  I'll do
anything you want.  Just don't spank me again.  Please, Master.  Please."

	erik knew he was blubbering but he just couldn't help himself.  he
knew from past experience just how much the strap hurt when Master was
wielding it on his ass.  he had always thought it was the worst pain he'd
ever experienced - and it was, too, until Master had introduced him to the
plastic paddle just minutes earlier.  Now his boy-ass hurt more than it
ever had and the prospect of facing a strapping on top of that was simply
terrifying.

	Keith looked down at the little whore pleading with Him so
abjectly.  And He could help but laugh.  "you dumb cunt," He responded with
unconcealed contempt.  "Don't you understand anything?  Of course you'll do
anything I want.  you're my fucking slave-bitch.  That's what you're here
for; that's all you're good for - obeying the orders of Real Men and
satisfying their wants and desires.  And what I want to do right now is
whip the fucking shit out of that bubble-butt of yours, fag-boy.  And
that's precisely what I'm going to do."

	And with that Keith moved behind the boy.  erik had just begun to
again plead with the man, "Please, Master," when the first stroke landed
full on his already flaming buttocks.  The boy's plea ended in a shriek as
his ass just exploded in renewed agony.  Shriek followed shriek as the Man
brutally, relentlessly, worked over the boy's already beaten ass.  erik's
entire body was shaking uncontrollably as the pain just surged through it,
the pain from his butt-cheeks so great that the boy was scarcely aware of
the continuing waves of pain shooting from his swollen and puffy girly tits
as he repeatedly rubbed them against the mattress in the throes of his
agony.

	Looking down at the teenager's beautiful butt which was already
beginning to turn a vivid purple, Keith could feel His cock stirring in His
pants.  Whipping the boy's ass was just such an incredible turn-on; He had
to be careful that He didn't actually shoot His load while He was strapping
the boy's butt.  He wanted to save that load for afterwards - after He'd
given the young cuntboy a lesson in pain tolerance that he'd never forget.

	Judging that the boy's ass was probably feeling as much pain as it
was capable of right now - there didn't seem to be any question that every
nerve ending must have been fully inflamed - Keith paused for a few
minutes.  As He hoped, Keith was able to see that, however slightly, the
boy relaxed somewhat, thinking his ordeal was finally over.  Then, with
grim determination, Keith returned to applying the strap, only this time He
moved up the boy's torso and began whipping the teenager's back.  erik
howled at the top of his lungs as a whole new area of his body began
erupting in pain.

	Keith kept working on erik's back muscles until they too had begun
to glow a brilliant crimson.  Then He moved down the teenager's body to his
inner thighs.  Knowing how tender and sensitive they were, Keith took
particular pleasure in applying all of his strength to every stroke of the
strap.  And he was rewarded as squeal after squeal of pure anguish burst
from the boy's lips.

	erik was almost completely incoherent now, unable to even beg
Master to stop torturing him, the only word that he seemed able to form in
between his shrieks and screams being one long "Pleeease".  But, in truth,
that made no difference.  Nothing erik could have said would have stopped
Master from continuing the boy's vicious ass-thrashing until He had decided
the boy could take no more.

	By the time Keith was satisfied that erik had suffered enough, the
boy's inner thighs were as red as his well-strapped back.  Neither, of
course, could hold a candle to the way the teenager's incredibly battered
ass looked, the deep purple splotching showing the depth of the bruising
that had taken place.  Just looking at it, Keith was sure that the
slightest pressure of His hand would be sufficient to cause the boy to
scream and jerk in pain.

        It was exactly the way the Man wanted the boy's ass to be when He
was fucking erik.  He wanted His little fuck-whore to be screeching in
agony while He cored out the teenager's boycunt not only because He knew
He'd get a real high from listening to the bitch sob and cry like a baby
while he was being fucked but also because from his past experience with
the little slut He knew that every time He slammed His groin into the
battered and bruised ass, erik would reflexively tighten his fuck-chute
around Keith's rampaging cock as the pain from his blazing buttocks shot
through the boy's body.

	Keith's Man-cock was throbbing as he quickly moved around the bed
and untied the boy's wrists and ankles, noting with amusement the raw and
abraded skin where the teenager had struggled against the ropes binding him
to the bed.  Then, grabbing an arm, He yanked erik off the bed.  Unable to
stand, the boy simply collapsed onto the floor.

	"Get on your hands and knees, bitch," Keith roughly ordered.  "And
spread those fucking legs of yours far apart.  It's time for you to get the
cunt-fucking you deserve, you little whore."

	Wordlessly, erik struggled to get up on his hands and knees, even
though the slightest movement of his body sent shivers of pain coursing
through it.  The Man quickly stepped out of His jeans and moved behind the
boy's ass.  It was a varied pastiche of purple and scarlet and the heat
shooting off of it made Keith feel like He'd opened the door to a sauna.
He could only imagine how painful it would be for erik just to have anyone
touch his burning butt.  And Keith was planning on doing a lot more than
simply touching it - He was planning on reaming the shit out of it.

	He looked down at the boy who was still sobbing like a baby after
his horrendous ass-whipping session.  "Bitch," Keith told the boy, His
voice almost trembling with the raging lust He was feeling, "it's going to
be a lot of fun fucking your boycunt, knowing how much it's hurting you and
knowing there's not a fucking thing you can do about it.  This is just what
a worthless cunt like you deserves, to be used like a ten-cent whore for a
Real Man's pleasure.  Just like this."  And with that the Man, without
bothering to apply any lubrication to either the crying boy's bruised ass
or his own turgid dick, rammed his cock full-bore into the tight crevice
nestled between the boy's burning buns.  A shriek of pure agony rent the
air, as the teenager's face contorted into a rictus of pain.  And then the
Man began fucking the little bitch with a vengeance.

	It was as brutal a fuck as Keith could devise - deep-dicking the
little whore over and over again, slapping the already blistered ass and
causing the abused teenager to squeal like a stuck pig again and again
until there was just one long high-pitched howl of pain echoing through the
room.  All the pain that the boy had suffered the previous night at
George's house, even the pain he'd just endured while strapped to Master's
bed while the Man brutalized his ass and back and thighs, seemed to pale in
comparison.

	erik's ass was so tender that just blowing on it would have caused
the boy to cry out in pain and Keith was pounding His entire pelvic area
against it with all the force the Man could muster, causing bolts of pure
fire to shoot to every corner of the teenager's body.  And all that was in
addition to the ferocious pounding the boy's pussy was taking as Keith
thrust and banged his throbbing cunt-buster deeper, ever deeper into erik's
already abraded fuck-hole.

	And, as if all that was enough pain to inflict on the boy, Keith
reached around and began yanking and pulling on the chain connecting erik's
girly tits, causing them to erupt with renewed agony.  So much seemed to be
hurting so badly at the same time that erik could scarcely distinguish
where the pain was coming from.  And the boy was sobbing so uncontrollably
in his unrelieved anguish that even his lungs were beginning to hurt.  But
it was in the midst of all this - in the middle of all the pain he was
feeling and while he was carrying on like a little girl, like a little baby
- that erik suddenly realized that his boyclit, which had shriveled during
the vicious ass-tanning session he'd just suffered, was now fully erect
between his legs, throbbing and scattering pre-cum all over the floor.

	An overwhelming sense of shame washed over the teenager.  The fact
that he could get hard, that his boyclit could be so completely aroused
after all that he had gone through and was going through, showed what a
pathetic, craven cock-whore he really was.  To erik, it felt like his
entire body was burning as if he'd been submerged in a bubbling lava flow,
the pain just surging through him in seemingly never-ending waves, but
despite that - despite everything he had suffered in the past two days - he
was turned on the minute a hard Man-dick was shoved up inside his pussy.
This was the greatest humiliation of them all - not that he would meekly
allow another man to abuse and brutalize his lithe teenage body for the
Man's own sick enjoyment, though that was bad enough, but that erik could
ignore all of that abuse, ignore all of the pain, and still get so
incredibly aroused the moment a Real Man began fucking him like a bitch.

        With a wrenching sob, erik realized that he was a bitch; he was
everything Master and George said about him.  he was a disgusting, pathetic
boy-slut who would let Real Men do anything they wanted to his body just so
he could eventually feel their hard cocks reaming out his hungry boycunt,
like Master was doing right now.

        his father would be so ashamed of him if he could see erik now - on
all fours like a canine bitch in heat, his legs spread wide apart, his back
and ass and thighs livid with the signs of the beating he had just taken,
his swollen girly tits being dragged downwards towards the floor by the
weight of the chain connecting the two clamps that were painfully squeezing
his poor, aching boy-nubs, while a Man his Dad's own age was brutally
reaming out his teenage fuck-chute like it was some whore's slimed-up pussy
and all the while his son's own cock was visibly throbbing and leaking in
excitement at the treatment he was receiving.

        How humiliated his Dad would be - how incredibly shamed in front of
all of his friends and acquaintances, watching his son hump his boy-ass
back towards the Man fucking him, trying to get the hard Man-cock even
deeper into his clutching boypussy, his son's cries of pain audibly
changing into squeals of pleasure as the Man fucking him plowed and
pummeled his well-traveled teenage hole.  his father would just die of
shame if he could see erik right now.

	Yet even though erik knew what a depraved spectacle he was
presenting as he frantically rammed his boy-ass backwards to meet every one
of Master's vicious thrusts down his cunt, the boy was unable to help
himself.  he was just so turned-on by the relentless battering his prostate
was taking and also, though he hated to admit this even to himself, by the
incredible feeling of abject humiliation coursing through him, that he knew
it was just a matter of seconds before he started spraying his load on the
floor.  And, in fact, it took less than a minute to pass before erik heard
himself screaming in release as his boyclit began pumping out load after
load of boiling hot boy-scuzz all over the tile flooring underneath him.

	Behind him, the boy could hear Keith laughing as, once again, the
teenager spewed his seed on the floor without any manipulation of his
boy-cock.  There wasn't any question that erik was the most natural
submissive Keith had ever trained.  he was a born slave-bitch, there wasn't
any question about that.  And, now that the little whore had popped his
load, Keith settled into the part of the fuck He most enjoyed - fucking the
boy after he had got his nut.  Keith knew that, once the high of his sexual
release had passed, erik would not only become re-aware of the fiery pain
that had been momentarily masked by his sexual excitement but he'd be
forced to deal with the embarrassment the boy always felt when he realized
that he had shot yet another load of his boy-jizz while being used like a
bitch, while being used by Real Men the way they would use a woman.

	Sure enough, it was only minutes later that Keith could tell from
the change in timbre of the boy's shrieks that the full agony of his brutal
ass-thrashing was reclaiming predominance in the boy's consciousness.  erik
had been sobbing even as he popped off his load, but now his crying once
again was that of a boy in great pain, a boy suffering through a brutal
anal assault.  Keith settled into a long and leisurely fuck of the little
whore, taking His time, trying to draw out the fuck as long as He could
while the teenager writhed in pain in front of Him.

        Of course, to erik the fuck felt anything but leisurely.  Between
the pain from his brutalized ass, his tortured girly tits, and his poor
pussy that was being viciously battered by Master's rampaging Man-cock,
erik was gasping and moaning in renewed agony.  All he wanted was for this
fuck to end, for Master to finally 'gift' him with His seed and finish with
him.  he wanted nothing more than for Master to cum up his teenage
fuck-hole, but Master just seemed to go on and on, painfully plunging His
dick all the way in and then pulling all the way out, over and over and
over again.

	For His part, Keith would have been happy to keep fucking erik for
at least another hour, enjoying the clutching heat of the teenager's
grasping fuck-chute, reveling in the obvious pain that the boy was feeling.
And He would have, too, if only He hadn't made plans for later that
evening.  He didn't want to break those plans and He knew that He still had
another lesson to teach the boy that afternoon so, after only twenty more
minutes of hard fucking, Keith decided it was time for Him to get off.

	He started off this final part of this anal assault on the boy by
repeatedly slapping erik's still-crimson butt-cheeks, enjoying the way each
slap seemed to reverberate inside the teenager's stuffed boycunt.  His
efforts were further rewarded by erik's high-pitched squeals of pain.
Having suitably re-tenderized the boy's flaming ass, Keith then began
really throwing it to the boy, battering into his boyhole with all his
might, again and again, until His own growl of release filled the air and
He unloaded a huge supply of Man-spunk inside the teenager were it joined
and mixed with the three loads of semen George had already deposited in
erik's pussy.  With one last flurry of thrusts accompanied by a sigh of
satisfaction, He collapsed on the boy's back.

	Keith could feel erik's body struggling under the additional weight
bearing down on it so He didn't rest too long on the boy's torso.  Once He
caught his breath, He straightened up and then roughly yanked His
still-hard cock from the teenager's abused pussy, feeling gratified as a
stream of fresh Man-cum followed suit before the boy was able to get his
abraded cunt-lips to close up again.  Even as He rose to His feet, Keith
had to smile as erik, despite the obvious exhaustion he was feeling,
dutifully bent his head down and began licking his cum deposits off the
tile flooring.  It was nice to see how his training had begun to take hold
so that actions which had formerly required a direct order to the boy were
now undertaken on the slut's own initiative.

	Keith moved over to the bed and sat down, patiently waiting as the
boy slurped up his spent boy-seed.  Then, once it was obvious that erik had
completed that task, Keith gruffly ordered the boy to 'resume the
position.'  It was with an obvious effort that erik managed to get into a
kneeling position and move his hands behind his head.  And it was equally
obvious from the way the boy grimaced as he did so that the pain from his
ferocious ass-whipping had not eased to any appreciable extent.

	erik was kneeling in front of Master with his head down, trying to
get himself under control.  he was no longer uncontrollably sobbing like a
little baby but the tears were still making their way down his cheeks.  he
wished he could stop crying but he hurt SO BAD.  It seemed like almost
every part of his body hurt.  his girly tits, his back, the sensitive area
between his thighs, his pussy, his ass - oh, God, how his ass hurt - were
all throbbing in pain.  he had thought that the previous night with George
had been the most painful of his life but, in retrospect, it scarcely
seemed to compare with the raw agony that continued to course through his
body.  The pain was so unrelenting that he almost didn't hear Master
telling him to look up.  But, fortunately for the boy, he did hear Master
and he slowly raised his head trying hard to don a mask of stoic
indifference to the pain he was feeling - and failing miserably.

	Keith almost couldn't keep from laughing as He looked at his
fuck-bitch.  erik's pathetic attempts to hide just how much he was hurting
made the Man want to drag the boy back to the bed and resume punishing his
already bruised and welted boy-cheeks.  'That would be so much fun,' He
thought.  'Just a couple of swats with my hand and he'd be blubbering all
over again.'  But time was pressing, so Keith had to forego that pleasure
and instead proceeded along the line of attack He had earlier mapped out in
His head.

	"Well, bitch," He began, not hiding His smirk, "how does it feel
now that you've finished your first lesson in pain management?  Was it
everything you hoped it would be?

	Watching the boy struggle for an appropriate response was
priceless.  "It was...it was...," erik stammered at first until he was able
to get it out.  "It was...harder than i thought it would be, Master.  Way
harder, Master," he admitted, the tears shimmering in his brown eyes.

	"I bet it was, bitch.  I bet it was," Keith chuckled.  "But we made
a good start, I think," He went on, watching His little whore closely.  "In
the future, after you've had more training, I won't have to hold back so
much.  I'll be able to really let you have it; give you the type of real
whipping a slave-bitch like you will come to expect."

	erik wasn't able to keep the horror he felt at hearing this last
statement off his face.  The boy couldn't even imagine enduring more
punishment than he had just taken.  That seemed literally inconceivable to
the teenager.  How could he possibly stand something that hurt even more
than what he had just gone through?  Part of him was raging, 'why, oh why,
did i have to ask Master and George to increase my pain tolerance,' but
another part was retorting with just as much vehemence, 'it didn't make any
difference.  They can do whatever they want to me.  i'm a fucking
slave-bitch.  It was only a matter of time before they started upping the
physical demands they put on me.  i have to learn how to endure greater
levels of pain or i'll never survive my new life.'

	Keith was totally unaware of the internal argument the boy was
conducting in his mind as he knelt before his Master.  Keith had His own
agenda to pursue and He set about doing just that.  "Bitch," He began,
adopting a more professorial air than He usually took with the little cunt,
"I think you've made some progress today in handling pain, though you
obviously have a long way to go.  But we'll work on that - Me and George
and other friends of mine who will be joining us in the future.  But
handling pain isn't the only area in which you need improvement.  There are
two other areas where you're still deficient and they're going to be fixed,
too."

	Master stood up and moved closer to the kneeling boy.  "The first
area is drinking piss.  Even though you do it when you're ordered to, it's
obvious that it's not something you enjoy.  Well, that's a hang-up you're
going to have to get over and you might as well start doing that right
now."

	With that, He moved directly in front of the boy, holding His
semi-hard cock in His hand.  erik opened his mouth, since it was obvious to
even the young whore what was about to happen.  Moments later, Master began
emptying His bladder down His human urinal.

	What Master had said was true.  erik really disliked drinking pee,
even though he'd done it many times already.  But even though he disliked
it, erik had gotten much better at it, knowing now how to use his tongue as
a funnel and how to regulate his swallowing so that none of the Man-pee
dribbled down his face onto his chest and the floor as it had those first
few times he'd been used as a piss-hole for Real Men.

        Today, though, Master was discharging a real torrent of pee into
erik's mouth and the boy was hard put to keep up with it.  It was a close
thing, but in the end the teenager was able to swallow all of Master's pee
without spilling any.  Once Master had finished peeing, erik leaned
slightly forward and cleaned off Master's cock with his mouth and tongue
like any well-trained piss-bitch was expected to do, removing not only the
last few drops of pee from the crown but cleaning off the boy's own anal
juices from the shaft as well.  By the time he finished, the taste of urine
and anal slime was strong in the boy's mouth, but he was getting used to
that.

	Looking down at the teenager working to clean up His dirty dick,
Keith had to smile.  The little faggot had come a long way since he first
walked through Keith's door, anxious to 'explore' his submissive
tendencies.  Well the time for 'exploration' was long over; now it was time
to 'exploit' those proclivities and Keith intended to do just that from now
on.

	As he'd been trained, erik had immediately returned to the proper
bitch position once he'd finished cleaning off Master's dick, casting his
eyes down to the floor awaiting his next instructions.  They weren't long
in coming.

	"Look at me, bitch," Keith ordered.

	Immediately, erik raised his eyes to Master's face.  The Man had
returned to the bed and was sitting down again.  "Drinking piss isn't your
only problem, boy," He continued.  "you're also one piss-poor cocksucker."

	"i'm sorry, Master," erik apologized.  The boy knew he wasn't a
great cocksucker; both Master and George were constantly complaining about
his gag reflex and the way his teeth were frequently scraping their cocks
when they used his mouth as their cum-dump.

	"Well, bitch," Master went on without acknowledging the boy's
apology, "we're going to fix that."

	"How, Master?" erik asked, wondering aloud what was now in store
for him.

	"The only way it can be fixed, bitch.  By practice.  I've already
contacted a friend of mine who's an expert at training bitches like you how
to suck a Real Man's cock.  By the time He's finished with you, you'll
deep-throat dick like a professional cocksucker, which, of course, you'll
likely be someday.  I've given Him your name and phone number, bitch, and
He'll be contacting you sometime next week.  Once training starts, He'll be
using your throat at least once every day, and more frequently on weekends,
until He's satisfied that you've become proficient at sucking a Man's
cock."

	Then, His face once again suffused with pleasure, Keith went on.
"One more thing, bitch.  Your cocksucking trainer is Black.  You're going
to learn how to deep-throat dick by having a Black cock shoved down your
throat.  Knowing your southern roots, I figured you'd find that
particularly humiliating - sucking Black dick, day after day.  And, I've
got to tell you, your trainer really enjoys teaching white boys how to suck
black dick, particularly southern white boys like you.  He's told me He's
really looking forward to training you, bitch."

	erik could feel his face flushing as he absorbed this news.
Somehow, he had never even considered the possibility of servicing black
cock.  It just hadn't occurred to him.  Now, though, he realized he'd be
doing just that on a daily basis and his mind reeled trying to process it
all.  Looking at Master, erik could see that He was really enjoying the
boy's obvious consternation.

	"Well, bitch," Keith said after a short pause, "now that that's
settled, I was wondering whether you have to take a piss?"

	erik was surprised by the question since usually he had to beg
Master to let him pee when he needed to relieve himself - and often the Man
would refuse him permission so that He could enjoy watching the boy
struggle to keep his bladder waste from leaking out of his cock onto the
floor.  But, now that Master had mentioned it, erik realized he really did
need to pee.  After downing Master's big load of piss, he was having
trouble holding it in.

        "Yes, Master," he responded warily.  erik knew it was certainly
possible that Master had merely inquired as to the teenager's need to pee
just to have the pleasure of refusing him permission.

        So it was with some relief that he heard Master respond, "Good."
The man moved over to a side table and picked up a glass pitcher.  He
handed it to the boy saying, "Here, piss into this."

	It was a decent-sized pitcher but erik managed to fill it with his
warm boy-pee almost to the brim.  he had just shaken the last drips of
urine off his boyclit when Master said, "Here, bitch.  Take this."  He was
holding a plastic cup.

	Since his right hand was holding the pitcher full of his piss, erik
stuck out his left hand and took the cup from Master, unsure what he was
supposed to do with it.  Master explained just seconds later.  "Now fill
the cup up with your piss and drink it, bitch."

	erik looked up at the Man, not really believing he had heard Him
correctly.  But he had.  Seeing him hesitate, Master angrily ordered, "you
heard Me, bitch.  Drink it up.  Drink all of it."

	Slowly, erik filled the cup and then raised the cup now holding his
own pee to his lips and began swallowing it.  For some reason, drinking his
own pee seemed much more disgusting and humiliating than drinking Master's
or George's piss.  But the teenager did as he was ordered; he knew he
didn't have any choice.  When he had emptied the cup down his throat and
Master ordered him to refill it and keep drinking, the boy did that, too.
And he kept drinking until the pitcher was empty and his belly was again
bulging, only this time it was filled with his own recycled pee as well as
Master's.

	Keith looked down at his little fuck-bitch, enjoying the way the
boy's belly protruded with a mixture of the boy's and His own piss surging
around inside.  The teenager's embarrassment was palpable.  Well, he needed
to get used to that, too.  "Listen up, bitch," He instructed the boy.
"From now on, piss is the only liquid you'll ever be consuming while you're
here.  It'll either be my piss, or George's piss, or your own piss, or the
piss of any other guy here.  Eventually, drinking piss will seem more
natural than drinking water - and it will be because you'll be drinking a
lot more of men's urine than you will anything else.  By the time I'm
finished with you, you little cunt, you'll look forward to downing a Man's
full load of piss and you won't feel right unless you have a belly full of
it, too."

	erik just looked at Master, trying to keep the tears out of his
eyes.  It was so humiliating hearing Master talk this way about him,
particularly since the boy had no reason to doubt that it wasn't the truth.
he looked to be spending the rest of his life as a human urinal just like
he'd be a permanent cum-dump for Real Men, too.  And though he was totally
appalled and disgusted by that prospect, he also realized that it also left
him weirdly excited as well, as the full-fledged boner he had jutting out
from his shaven crotch attested.  erik had to believe that only a born
slave-bitch would react that way.

	Keith looked over at the clock and was surprised to see how late it
was.  Time really did fly when you were having fun.  "Okay, bitch," He
said, turning back to the boy.  "It's time for you to go."  He reached down
and without the slightest warning grabbed the chain connecting the
tit-clamps and yanked them off the boy's tits.

	erik screeched at the top of his lungs as the clamps were brutally
yanked off of his girly tits.  his two nubs seemed to explode in pain and
it only seemed to get worse as the blood that had been forced out of them
by the pressure of the tweezers flooded back in.  The teenager's entire
torso was twisting and shaking in total agony and tears once again cascaded
down the boy's face.  It hurt SO FUCKING BAD.  For a few moments, erik
thought he might actually pass out from the pain.

	As enjoyable as it was to see the teenager writhing around in pain,
Keith didn't really have the time to waste on the boy.  He needed to get
going if He was going to be on time for His get-together.  He reached down
and roughly pulled erik to his feet.  "Come on, bitch," he ordered, "get
your ass in gear and get out of here.  Now."

	"Yes, Master," erik managed to croak out as he regained his feet,
still wobbily from the incredible ass-thrashing and now the pain surging
through his girly tits.  he stumbled up the stairs, Master following
closely behind.

	Once he reached the front door, he waited submissively as he'd been
trained for Master to return his clothes to him.  When He did, the first
thing erik did was to step into his jeans and then gingerly pull them up
over his still-burning buttocks.  he couldn't keep moaning in pain as the
fabric rubbed against the tenderized flesh.  But that pain was nothing
compared to what he felt when he pulled his T-shirt on over his head and it
rubbed against his inflamed girly tits.  erik gasped aloud when that
happened.  his girly tits were so sore, SO SORE.

	Keith had watched, amused, as erik put his clothes back on.  "Girly
tits hurt, boy?" he asked, with faux sympathy.

	"Yes, Master," erik replied.  "my girly tits really hurt, Master."

	'Girly tits,' Keith mused for a moment.  And then it hit Him.
'Girly tits would be perfect,' he thought.  Aloud, He informed the boy of
the decision He had just come to.  "You know, bitch, I've been wondering
for a while what I should call you - besides bitch, and cunt, and whore,
and slut and any of those other descriptive words that fit you.  Obviously,
I can't call you 'erik' because that's a Real Man's name and totally
unsuitable for a slave-bitch like you.  But I think I've come up with an
answer.  'girly tits.'  That's what I'll call you: 'girly tits.'  So, girly
tits, what do you think about your new name?  Do you like it?"

	erik could feel his entire body turning bright red yet again.  he
couldn't imagine a more humiliating name.  The boy looked up at Master,
hoping that the Man was just playing with him, that He wasn't being
serious.  But all it took was that one look to show erik that Master was
dead serious.  'girly tits' was his new name.  Swallowing convulsively,
erik somehow forced himself to say.  "Yes, Master.  It's fine, Master."

	But Keith wasn't about to let the boy off that easily.  "So,
bitch," He pressed.  "What's your name?"

	erik couldn't keep the tears from leaking out of his eyes as he
looked at Master and softly responded, "girly tits, Master.  My new name is
'girly tits,' Master."

	"That's right boy," Master chortled in triumph.  "Your name is
'girly tits.'"

	erik turned to go.  he was just reaching out to turn the doorknob
when he heard Master behind him.  "One more thing, girly tits."

	"Yes, Master," erik replied as he turned around to face Him,
wondering what else Master had in store for him today.

	"No stopping on the way home, girly tits.  It will turn me on
knowing you're driving the whole way home with my cum leaking out of your
pussy and my piss swirling around inside your belly.  No stopping.
Understand, girly tits?"

	"Yes, Master," erik replied, trying to keep from wincing every time
he had to answer to 'girly tits.'  "i won't stop on the way home."

	Keith gave the boy a long, bemused look.  "Fine, girly tits.  Now
get the fuck out of here.  And don't forget to email me when you get home
so I know you made it safely."

	"Yes, Master," the boy dutifully agreed as he turned back around
opened up the front door, and headed back home.

	The trip home was a nightmare for the teenager.  It took close to
an hour to get home that afternoon, even though it was normally only a
fifteen minute drive.  But he had to walk back to George's where his
pick-up truck was parked and that took over half an hour.  And then, of
course, there had to be an accident in front of him that delayed him for
another good ten minutes.

        And all the while erik had to deal with the pain of his raw and
blistered butt-cheeks rubbing against his jeans to say nothing of his shirt
pressing up against his inflamed and swollen girly tits.  Every time that
happened, erik couldn't help gasping in pain.  his girly tits were just so
unbelievably sore.  They actually seemed to hurt more on the trip home than
they had at Master's house when they were being crushed by the clamps
Master had put on them.

	And as if that wasn't enough, by the time erik got to George's
house, he really needed to pee.  For a time, while he was stuck in the
traffic jam, he didn't think he'd be able to make it and was afraid he'd
pee in his pants again just like he'd done before on a previous trip home
from Master's house.  But, fortunately, this time erik was able to hold it
in.  he pulled into the parking lot, ran up the stairs, opened the door
and, once inside, stripped off his clothes in a flash.  Then he made a
bee-line for the bathroom, holding the slit of his boyclit tightly closed
with his fingers, the need to piss driving out, for the moment at least,
the soreness and pain from the rest of his body.

        he almost tripped over Shadow as he made his way to the bathroom,
but quickly regained his balance and careened through the bathroom door.
Squatting down, he positioned himself on the porcelain rim and then stuck
his boyclit down between his legs and let himself go.  A loud sigh of
relief echoed through his new apartment.

	It took a long time for erik's bladder to empty but as it did, and
the pressure on his groin slowly ebbed, the pain from his battered ass and
his poor tortured girly tits re-asserted themselves in his consciousness
and erik had to stifle a groan of discomfort.  he was reviewing the events
of the last 24 hours of his life when he heard a snort.  he looked up to
see Shadow staring at him with a woeful expression on his face.

 	Just from the look on Shadow's face, it was obvious that the dog
needed to take a pee.  That probably meant Shadow hadn't had an accident in
the apartment, so erik wouldn't have to lick up his dog's piss after all -
he wouldn't have to become a human urinal for his own dog as well as all
the Real Men he came into contact with, not yet anyway.  At least that was
one degradation he had so far avoided.  But erik also realized he'd have to
be more careful in the future when he left Shadow at home while he went to
Master's or George's for training because, if he wasn't, he'd be finding
out all too soon just what dog-pee tasted like.

	"You have to go, too, don't you, boy?" erik asked his dog.  The
answering yelp confirmed erik's suspicion.  Taking his dog for a walk was
pretty much the last thing erik wanted to do right now with the way his
body ached but his own close encounter with peeing himself made him
sympathetic to Shadow's plight.  "Just give me a minute to take a quick
shower and get cleaned up and we'll go for a walk.  I promise," erik added
seeing the impatient look the dog gave him.

	erik was as good as his word.  In less than five minutes, erik was
toweling himself off.  Normally, erik liked to take a long, relaxed hot
shower after a session with Master or George but he had cut this one short
so he could take Shadow for the promised walk.  he was crossing the living
room towards the front door when he realized that he hadn't emailed Master
to let Him know that he'd arrived home safely.  'Shit,' he said to himself,
as he turned towards his laptop on the coffee table in the living room.

	he heard a plaintive yip and turned to see Shadow standing in front
of the outside door, watching him questioningly.  "I'll be right with you,
Shadow," he explained.  "I promise.  But I have to take care of this
first."

	erik sat down on the floor and waited while his computer booted and
then went to his email.  "Oh, fuck," he exclaimed when he saw that Master
had already sent him an email.  he opened it and saw that it was a short
message: "bitch.  Why the fuck haven't I heard from you?  I told you to go
straight home."

	Shaking his head, erik quickly typed out a response: "Sorry,
Master.  i did come straight home, but i had to go over to George's house
to get my pick-up and then the traffic was really bad.  i just got home a
few minutes ago.  bitch."

	he looked it over and was about to hit the send button when he
stopped.  he read it again.  And then, feeling his entire body flushing in
embarrassment, he backspaced over 'bitch' and forced his fingers to type
'girly tits.'  As he hit send, an audible sob escaped his throat, but at
least he managed to keep from crying.

	erik tried to regain his composure as he walked up to the front
door where Shadow had been waiting impatiently.  erik quickly stepped back
into his clothes and couldn't help thinking that was one way in which being
a slave-bitch had simplified his life.  Since the only place he now wore
clothing for any length of time was at work, the amount of laundry he had
to do had definitely diminished.

	he reached over for the leash and bent down to clip it on Shadow's
collar.  As he did so, the dog, finally convinced that he was going to be
taken for a walk, gave erik a happy slurp with his tongue across the boy's
face.  'You know,' erik thought as he opened the door and let the dog out,
'if Dad was right about not castrating your male dogs if you want them to
be your friends, it's a good thing we didn't have Shadow fixed.  Because,
right now, Shadow's about the only friend I have left.'  A quick yank on
the leash alerted erik to the fact that Shadow had taken off down the
steps, anxious to take care of his own business.  erik hurried down the
steps to help his 'friend' do just that.  After all, if Shadow was his only
friend, erik would have to do everything he could to keep him happy.