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Dog Days
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DOG DAYS ....
Jim had owned Mike for three years. In that time he had developed
into a very good slave. Mike was not as subservient as he should
have been when they first began living as Master and slave, but
with proper training and a firm application of the whip, he had
finally been completely broken. Tomorrow would be the third
anniversary, so Jim decided he would reward Mike for his faithful
service.
What kind of reward do you give a slave who has responded to your
every whim for three years. Jim no longer did laundry or
housework. He didn't cook or wash dishes. He didn't even wash or
wax his car. Mike did everything Jim wanted, then gave his tight
ass to Jim for a great fuck afterward. Not a bad deal. No...if
he was going to give Mike a nice present, it had to be special.
And we are not talking Church Lady special here....
After thinking long and hard and getting long and hard while he
thought, Jim hit on the perfect idea. What better way to celebrate
three years of slavery than to give Mike the most involved, intense
workout he had ever had. Jim would do everything to Mike he could
think of....push him to his limits and beyond. By enduring the
agonizing pain and humiliation, Mike would understand his true
worth to his Master and be further reminded of his status as a
slave.
The next day, Jim was ready. He had the dungeon in the basement
equipped with a few new toys and he had some ideas that were really
bizarre. Mike came home from work having just been paid.
Following the normal ritual on payday, Mike stripped and put on his
slave harness and leather jock. Meeting Jim in the dungeon, he
knelt at his Master's feet, kissed them, and offered his pay to his
Master. "Please Master, accept this humble token of your obedient
slave's service." Jim took the money, then told Mike he had an
anniversary surprise.
Wanting to get right to work, Jim cuffed Mike's hands and tied them
above his head. He removed the slave harness and jock and left
Mike naked in the middle of the dungeon. Mike had a very nice
body. He was very slim, with hairy chest and crotch. His eyes
were a beautiful steely blue, and his dark mustache drooped over
an eager smile. His cock, seven inches and cut, was able to take
the most abusive of treatment and come back for more. He knew he
was in for something special, and he was eager to serve.
Jim brought in a bowl of hot water, a pair of scissors, a can of
shave cream, and a straight razor. After using the scissors to
trim the hair, he wet Mike's chest and covered it with the shave
cream. Using long, slow strokes with the razor, he slowly shaved
Mike's chest. He took great pains as he circled the pierced
nipples to make certain every hair was gone. After he finished the
chest, he shaved under Mike's arms, then moved to the crotch. As
he trimmed the bush with his scissors, Mike asked him not to shave
his cock and balls. Picking up a nearby whip, Jim gave him five
licks, leaving five large, red welts on his freshly shaved chest.
Jim did not take kindly to a slave telling him what to do.
Getting back to the business at hand, Jim finished shaving Mike's
cock and balls, then concluded his stint as a barber by shaving
Mike's legs. Standing there, tied to the ceiling, without a hair
on his body, Mike looked more like a little boy than the 23 year
old man he was. Now Jim was ready to begin the real workout. He
untied Mike and took off his cuffs. Leading Mike to the sling, he
put him in it and bound him to it. With his hands and feet tied
out of the way, Mike was at his most vulnerable. Jim lubed his
right hand and arm, then inserted his fingers, one at a time, into
Mike's waiting ass. When his fingers were in, he forcefully rammed
his fist into Mike's ass. As Mike gasped in pain, Jim began punch-
fucking his slave's ass. "This isn't a real man's asshole,
scumbag, this is a little boy-pussy! Why don't you admit you aren't
a real man at all...you are a little boy who thinks he's a man."
As Jim continued his assault on Mike's ass, he could tell Mike was
really getting into this. Great! Now he could move on to the good
stuff.
Yanking his clenched fist from Mike's ass, Jim stood up and walked
around the sling. He stuck his nine inch cock in Mike's mouth and
ordered him to suck. As Mike began sucking, Jim let go with a
stream of piss that could float a battleship. Mike gagged as the
warm yellow liquid filled his mouth. As began frantically trying
to swallow all of his Master's piss, it began spilling out over
his face and dripping into the floor. Jim continued the flow as
long as he could, then removed his cock from Mike's mouth. "You
like that piss boy?" Mike nodded in agreement. Even though he had
never had his Master's piss i his mouth, he had been pissed on
before. The taste, still lingering in his mouth, was really great.
Jim untied Mike and helped him out of the sling. He took him to
the whipping post, a nine foot tall contraption that he had ordered
Mike to build. Mike had worked diligently to build the monster,
which kept him tied spread eagle so hi ass and back were well
exposed for the whip. His reward for the excellent craftsmanship
was a whipping that left him unable to wear a shirt for three days.
The whip had cut so deep that almost any movement caused his back
to begin bleeding again. Mike hoped his anniversary whipping would
be that good.
After Mike was securely tied, Jim got his three inch wide leather
strap. He whipped Mike's back and ass until they were bright red.
After he had warmed up his slave's whipping zone, he got his cat
and showed it to Mike. "This is your's boy. This is what I'm
going to use to show you what pain really is." Drawing back the
cat, Jim began a vicious attack on Mike's ass. After 25 lashes,
he stopped. Mike's ass was a mess, with cuts and welts all over
it. There were several cuts which bled quite a bit. One small
stream of blood had dripped halfway down Mike's freshly shaved
thigh. As Mike moaned in pain/pleasure, Jim went to work on his
back. After each blow, he would ask Mike if he liked it. "Thank
you sir, please continue!" Mike replied after each.
Mike was used to being whipped. He loved it, in fact. Tonight,
though, Jim had a special treat for his slave. Going to his
torture table, he came back with a bottle which was frighteningly
familiar to Mike. After his weight training, Mike often used Heet
to soothe his muscles. The hot liquid warmed him deep inside and
made the effort of his weight training less painful. He knew what
was next. Jim opened the bottle and started pouring on Mike's
shoulders. As the fiery liquid dripped over his open cuts, Mike
screamed in pain. He had never felt this kind of pain. Jim then
began rubbing it in, pressing hardest in those areas where there
was a cut.
JIm decided it was time for a break, before he moved to the final
phase of tonight's session. He took a large dildo and crammed it
into Mike's ass. He then put a full hood on him, with the snap on
covers over his mouth and eyes. Once Mike was secured, Jim left
him tied up and went upstairs. He fixed a snack and rested for
about an hour. When he decided Mike was ready, he went back to the
dungeon.
"You are a dog" he told Mike. "So I have decided to treat you like
one." When he untied Mike, the slave dropped to the ground. When
ordered to get on his hands and knees, he complied. Jim brought
in a can of Alpo, opened it, and poured it on the floor. "Eat it
Fido!" he yelled at Mike. Mike began licking the dog food, almost
gagging with each taste. As he began taking the slimy chunks of
food in his mouth, he thought of his position...how he really was
no better than a dog. His aim in life was service of his Master.
Since his Master wanted him to eat this stuff, he had to do it and
enjoy it. Knowing his Master Jim was getting pleasure from it gave
him the strength to continue eating. He loved his Master and would
do anything to please him.
It was a good thing he was willing to do anything, because what
happened nest stunned him. He had engaged in bizarre sex before,
once even spending a day in the hole of a latrine at a campsite,
but this was a bit more than he had expected.
Jim had left and returned a few minutes later with the neighbor's
dog. The dog was a large male German Shepherd named,
coincidentally, Mike. Mike had been trying for two days to get out
to fuck another neighbor's dog which was in heat. Since Mike the
dog was so horny, Jim decided Mike the slave could help him out.
Laying on his still painful back, Jim didn't know what exactly what
would happen. Jim led the dog over his slave and ordered Mike to
suck the dog's cock. Being a rather large dog, the Shepherd had
a cock almost as big as a man's. Although it tasted strange, Mike
the slave began to enjoy his servicing Mike the dog. As he sucked,
the dog violently thrusted his hard dog cock into Mike's mouth.
The dog came very quickly, then ran for the door.
Jim looked at his slave, who didn't know what to think about his
ordeal. He seemed ashamed to admit he liked sucking the dog's
dick. "Of course you liked it" Jim explained, "One dog always
likes getting another one off."
As Jim prepared to close the training session, he told Mike they
were going to do something very different. Since Mike was used to
extreme pain and humiliation, he didn't know what could be more
unusual. He was surprised as Jim began to slowly, gently, massage
his chest. Kneeling over him on the floor, Jim gave his slave a
long, deep kiss. More tender than the violent approach they had
become accustomed to. As they kissed, their arms wrapped around
each other, Mike realized something he had not understood until
now. His Master really did love him. By hurting him Jim allowed
Mike to be a true slave. By being a true slave, Mike provided an
outlet for his Master's violent desires. Together, they were a
perfect match. Their kisses continued...long, wet kisses that were
more tender than anything Mike had experienced. As he lay on the
floor in his Master's loving arms, Mike felt a sharp pain in his
side. Jim's fist had hit his ribcage very hard. "Just don't want
you to forget that I won't be like this very often".
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