Date: Sat, 9 Jul 2016 12:05:50 -0500 From: Bruce Turner Subject: A Pup's Life V Thank you for continuing to read this story. I have others in the archive if you are interested in my writing, you can find them by typing in Charles Turner in the key word spot. Remember these stories are meant for those of legal age only and are not intended to promote any activity. Nifty survives on your donations, please give when you can. A Pup's Life V When I woke the sun had set and all of the men that been standing around waiting their turn in my mouth and ass were gone. I was alone in the cage stinking of piss and dog cum. I wanted a shower and a douche more than I had ever wanted either. Still the taste of the boy was in my mouth and I didn't want to get rid of that. I made an attempt at getting more comfortable, but the straw was soaked with piss and the concrete was cold. I tried to snuggle up against Max in the next cage but I must have smelled too bad for him and he moved away after growling at me. Happily I wasn't chained to the wall so I was able to get up and stretch. Other than the few times I had been allowed to write to you, CT, that was the first time that I hadn't been held on my hands and knees. It felt wonderful to act human and stretch out my back and allow my knees to rest. I was quickly hit with the need to void my bowels, it was mostly dog cum but everything else was also liquid. I know it is ridiculous, CT, but as much as I hate listening to people talk about running for 5 or 6 miles and laughed at the joggers as they went by your apartment on the way to the park I wanted to run. I didn't want to run away from my confinement, I wanted to go with two or three dogs and run as a pack. I felt I belonged with the dogs more than I belonged with humans although standing felt good. Looking down at my body I could see that I had lost 10 to 15 pounds, muscles were visible, my thighs had gotten larger, I could see what is the beginning of a six pack and my arms were more muscular, especially my forearms which had held me up so many times. I leaned back against the wall and dreamed about all that had happened the previous day. More than anything that came back to me was George on his hands and knees at my side giving it up to two dogs for the first time so he could own me. I hoped that having been the recipient of two dogs' cum he wouldn't become a Pup, I needed him to want to remain as my master. I hoped that he knew Donny well enough to have the boy join us from time to time. It didn't matter at all that he was so far underage, his uncle knew what was happening and Donny seemed to live with him and if not was at his place enough, that his parents if he had any didn't care that the boy was sexually active. How couldn't they know some of what Manuel did? It was a long night, I got little sleep with the need to answer nature overwhelming the need for sleep. I wanted to take some Imodium, but of course I didn't have any and my two captors were nowhere around. I was awake when Tonto stumbled into the kennel and stood outside my cage filling my piss bowl. As much as I had shit that night I needed a drink and I tried to get him to give it to me straight but I took too long getting across the cage and he was dribbling the last of his piss as I got my mouth in place. He made some nasty comment about the shit on the sidewalk before he walked away. Howdy came out a bit later wearing a suit, it was the first time I had seen him cleanly shaved, the scar on his left cheek made him look unnatural in the suit, he whipped out his dick and called me over to the fence for a drink before turning to walk to his truck. I was alone for the next few hours. I had no idea what was going to happen that morning. When Tonto came back around noon with the control noose and a hose I thought that things might be looking up. He sprayed me down and moved me to another cage. He spent some time being sure the place I slept that night was clean and had fresh straw before taking me to the place by the house they had been using to douche me. Finally I felt clean. All remnants of the previous day were washed away. He must have had enough of me over the previous week, he didn't touch me or have any of the dogs hump me. I was back in the original cage given a can of dog food and deserted. The lack of sleep caught up with me. I lay on the fresh straw, enjoying the smell, Max curled up next to me and soon I was out. I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke Donny and Manuel were standing outside the cage talking with Tonto about their need to have a boy like me at their place. When Tonto told them I had been sold to George and that I was probably moving on the following day Manuel became agitated. He tried offering Tonto some sum of money but the Indian told him that what they had seen the previous day had sealed the deal and there was no way to back out even if he were to offer them three times what George had promised to pay. While he was getting loud and difficult to understand with his accent I did get the idea that he offered to let them film Donny taking any and all of the dogs for an entire day. That made an impression, Tonto promised to talk the offer over with Howdy when he got home. They were getting ready to walk away when Donny stuck his dick through the chain link and calling me bitch boy said he was ready to piss in my mouth. I didn't care what Tonto thought, I heard him telling the boy that I was for sale not a free urinal. Before he could pull his dick back I had it in my mouth and gave him a little lick under the head encouraging him to piss. I had only had Tonto and Howdy to drink that morning and after laying in the heat was thirsty. He didn't give me much to drink and pulled his dick away as soon as he was finished pissing. I must have looked sad at not getting more. I brightened up when he told me not to worry that he would be seeing me since he went to George's everyday to clean out the cages and exercise the dogs. The thought of having his piss everyday was enough to make my day. Manuel was still upset that he wasn't able to buy me. They drove off with tires squealing on the dirt road. It wasn't much later that Howdy showed up with a pair men I assumed must be Cajun from the sound of their voices. When they saw me in a cage they started laughing. Soon I understood that they had paid Howdy to watch me getting fucked by all three dogs. I hoped that was going to be the last time my services were to be sold. I was chained to the stump and the dogs were brought out one after the other, giving me less than two minutes between them and the men stood about six feet away laughing at the sight of me taking each of the dogs without fighting. I didn't see them touch each other, but I did see that they rearrange their dick and balls while watching. "The five hundred you paid covered you getting to use his mouth for anything you want." The older of the two men spoke to Howdy in a heavily accented voice that I wasn't able to understand but by not moving from the spot he had been in watching me I got it that he didn't have any desire for me. The younger of the two, a bulky man about five foot four inches tall walked around me checking my body out as if I were a dog he were about to buy. He walked to the truck and I thought I was done for the afternoon but when he walked back he was naked so I knew better. "Hey, bitch, eat my ass!" Surprisingly he had dropped to his hands and knees in front of me and was backing up to within inches on my face. I didn't have a choice I did what George had been teaching me to do to his asshole and the man whooped like he had never had a tongue touch his asshole before. It wasn't an ass that I would have chosen to lick but I did what I could to please the man. After about ten minutes he stood up with his hard dick pointing to the sky. "You're a good bitch. Head up, drink it!" I didn't have time to get my mouth open and head up before he had started pissing. The smell was as rank as dog piss and I tried not getting any in my mouth, I was sure to get my head in the way of him attempting to aim the stream at my mouth but I still got more of it than I wanted. I almost retched from the rank piss, he didn't have that much in reserve so I was able to get away with the deception and having piss dripping from my mouth seemed to please him. I expected him to want a blow job after that but he put his dick away and zipped up his pants. "Dad, you should give the bitch a try." "Why, when I have you trained to do me!" He didn't expect an answer and was walking away by the time Tonto put the noose over my head and started leading me back to the kennel. Howdy interrupted us, calling for Tonto to bring me back. I wondered if the father had changed his mind. But, they were driving away. "If this is the last night he's going to be here we ought to enjoy ourselves a little don't you think?" "Sure." I think Tonto had started to have some kind of feelings for Howdy. For a few days I had noticed that he seldom left the other man's side and I would occasionally see him on his knees giving Howdy a blow job. This would especially happen when I was being fucked by Savage, it didn't seem to matter to Tonto if others were around. It was a sexual scene and whatever happened happened, no one was going to say anything to or about him. "Have you given him any piss since I left?" \ "Donny came by after lunch and gave him a drink." "That boy is going to be Hell on two legs when he grows up. I should start teaching him how to use a whip." "The slave is leaving tomorrow." "There is always somebody else." I saw the way he looked at Tonto, if the Indian didn't know it I did, he was going to be the next to feel Howdy's whip. They sat around drinking a few bottles of beer and recycling in my throat. I got at least three loads of cum before Howdy lead me back to kennel. "Bitch boy, tomorrow you are going to have a new master, he has lots of dog dick over there, I hope I don't hear any complaints. I doubt George will put up with you doing anything disobedient but if he brings you back for more training believe me what you have experienced so far will be fondly remembered as the good old days." CT, none of the names in my letters have been real except for George. I have never seen him in any of the bars, but men who are into dog sex generally don't show up. He is about 6 foot 2 inches, has light black skin appears to be educated and carries his muscular body with pride but not arrogance. Tomorrow starts a new chapter in my life, I am willingly going with him when he shows up. I don't know what he expects of me other than to be his slave. Will I be a kennel slave? Will I be a personal slave? Will I be sold out to visitors to his kennel? Other than Donny showing up to clean the kennels and give me piss will I ever see another person I know? I hope you have been able to get everything out of my apartment, when and if I get the chance I will have the money for storage sent to you. When you see a big dog walking down the street, balls swaying think of me.