Date: Sun, 2 Feb 2014 11:24:20 -0600 From: charles Turner Subject: Captive chapter XX CAPTIVE XX "I'm so happy I could piss my pants." "There is a garbage bag and a towel on the back seat. If you cover the seat and be sure it stays dry I'd love to see you piss yourself. "Put the pup on the floor so I can see the piss soaking into your pants. Then, you can get down here on my balls. Just because you have another responsibility doesn't free you from the first rule of the car." His jeans were so tight the piss bubbled up about an inch from his dickhead turning the blue pants black as they soaked up the fluid. The pup didn't know why he was on the floor, but as his nose caught scent of the piss he stuck his head in Weldon's lap and tried to lick at the small fountain. "Looks to me, like you are going to have competition drinking all the piss around the farm." "For now can we allow him to drink just mine. He can be your competition." "I don't think that will work. He has already had a taste of mine and will soon match up the taste with my smell. So he will be after it. Of course if you were to drink every drop there couldn't be any competition could there?" "What no more showers and no more piss up my ass? No way I'm going to be drinking every drop of your piss, there are too many other good things you can do with it." Donny couldn't stop laughing at the boy's love of his piss. He was so happy that he had found Weldon that when the boy bent over to get at his balls he gave him a few spurts of piss to let him know how pleased he was. "I could call him balls." "No. You might want that to be an order to have him lick yours. Try something that won't mean anything else. He has to know that it means him and not get his name confused with something else you might say." "I'd bet half the dogs like him are called Whitey or Blanco. I want something that will be just him. Yes, my little urinal I want you to have your own name." "You can look at the pedigree and see if any part of it might be shortened to work. Right now, you need to get your mouth to work and stop talking so much." Weldon did as told, forcing both big balls in his mouth and humming along with the song on the radio. The dick that had for a minute been resting on his cheek stood at attention. When they stopped for the mail the pup tried to jump out of the car. "You do that pup and you'll never get another ride. Sit here with me and when we drive up the lane you can get out and take your own piss. If you keep squirming around like that on my lap you are going to smell like piss, too." "That might not be so bad, the other dogs will recognize the smell of your piss and may accept him quicker. You know they don't like strange dogs around, Sparky was only accepted because he is big enough to hold his own. This pup will be a different story; I don't know how they are going to react. We may have to keep him in the house at night until he's big enough to run with them. "Are you really going to give me a show when we get the chores done?" "What do you mean?" "You told me you would give Mutt a blow job when we got home." "I said I'd try. If you really want me to, I'm willing." "I'm glad that's settled. I have been waiting to watch you with the dogs since the first day you got here. But, I really, really am anxious to see Buck or Mutt mount you. When that happens I'll know that you really want to stay here. "We could live here. If we can make the Breed and Breakfast idea a success there would be no reason for us to move by the college. I would prefer to live right here where no one knows what goes on when we play with each other or the dogs. "What are you going to do with the money you get?" "I haven't even thought about it. I didn't expect to get anything and that is a big lump of money." "If, and that is a big word, we get this going you can leave it in the bank. But if you want we can have your lawyer draw up some kind of contract that makes us co-owners of the Breed and Breakfast." "I think you forgot something." "What? "I'm only sixteen and can't sign a contract. If something was drawn up it would have to you doing something that would make us co-owners because of what you are doing and not require my approval. The land here is worth way more than that amount and we will need money to survive on until the business is feeding us. Plus, it would be nice to turn that big hole we've been digging into a swimming pool." "You don't want to be throwing that money away, Weldon. It is all you have." "Well, if we dig the hole how much is it going to cost to put in a pool? Ten or twelve thousand?" "I don't know, but I guess it would be a nice extra to have if we are going to have paying guests around." "Smart thinking. Ray said the two of you mentioned something like a piss pen?" "He mentioned it. I have no idea how that would work, unless it was like a swimming pool, but empty. Of course it would be a lot smaller, it wouldn't need to hold more than one or two people." "So it would basically be a big bathtub, where two guys can lay down and enjoy being showered in piss? " Weldon was still trying to understand the idea. "Deep enough they can have piss rain down on their heads if they kneel and shallow enough they could try drinking piss from anyone standing alongside the thing." "So I'm seeing a hot tub of piss." "Weldon, I don't think we could ever let it get that full unless there was a party going on that was dedicated to piss pigs. I think it would probably have to have a good drain and a way to flush it out so the stench didn't bother our guests or us. "I still don't have a name for this little guy. We can hardly keep calling him pup. How long before Ray gets here?" "He said he was leaving shortly after we did and was stopping at his dealer for a fresh supply. Why?" "I wanted to put the pup in his cage before I give you the show you want. He would be in the way when I tried to get down on Mutt." "Or you want Ray to watch, too?" "After everything I've seen him do I suppose he can, if he wants. You might have to walk me through what I'm doing. I've never tried getting one of the dogs to poke their dick out of the sheath. They have always been hanging by the time I've seen them fuck or be sucked." "Go get Mutt. You may have trouble keeping Buck in the stall, but I'm sure you can figure it out. Give me the pup; I'll hold him while we wait for Ray." Donny had shed his clothes and when he picked up the pup he let it smell his crotch before he took it up to his chest. "Are you going to wear those piss soaked jeans all night?" "You haven't said I can take them off, sir." He gave Donny a look that was half pleading and half defiance. "Come here, urinal." Weldon didn't know what was up but he walked until Donny grabbed him by the belt and pulled the front of his jeans away from his body. The difference in ground level made it easy for him to let his dick hang over Weldon's belt and piss in the already reeking pants. "You want to be that way, I can keep adding to your stench until you get ready for bed. We won't be sleeping together with you smelling like that but you were to sleep with your pup anyway. Now, get Mutt." Was he being punished? What could have he done that caused Donny to treat him like a dog? His wet pants grabbed at the loose skin of his ball sac making the walk uncomfortable. Sleep with his pup? He was going to have to sleep with the pup? Why? He couldn't believe what he heard. He knew that when Donny told him something that it was going to happen and walking into the barn he thought about the dog dick he was about to suck to please his lover. At least Mutt didn't piss on him. The dog ran off to do his business, by the time Weldon was back to the porch Mutt had come to inspect the new arrival. After a minute of sniffing the pup he ignored it. What was more interesting was the boy on the ground. Mutt ran over to find out what was happening. He was happy to have someone down with him and sniffed the piss soaked jeans front and back but seeing he couldn't get at the asshole walked around to where he towered over the boy whose hand had reached up to play with his balls. After a few minutes rubbing the inside of Mutt's rear legs Weldon saw the pink bone begin to emerge from its sheath and the reality of what he was about to do hit him. He tried to turn his face away from the dick but all he saw was Donny looking at him with a smile of encouragement. "Go on, lick it. Weldon that dick is not going to hurt you. It will taste different than mine but you might like it just as much." Weldon picked at some long hound hair and let his fingers caress Mutt's full ball sac. The still thin and pink dick was two inches from his face when he felt Donny's hand exert a slight pressure on the back of his head until he was close enough to stick out his tongue and touch the sticky shaft. Twice he stuck out his tongue before Donny pulled his head back and he hoped against all reason that he was reprieved. But when he was looking in his over's eyes he heard words that made no sense. "Go into the house and get one of the dog collars. When you put that dick in your mouth you will be as much a dog as he is and it is time that you are so adorned." When he returned from the cabin and handed the collar to Donny he was thinking he was in a play and Donny was the director. Where it had come from he didn't see but once the collar was around his neck his lover quickly raised a rivet gun and fastened the collar so it was not removable. When Donny turned he saw a strange rubber item on the chair next to them. "Take off the pants." It took him some maneuvering to get out of the wet jeans but when he had he went to the end of the porch and hung them on the railing. Seeing that Donny was waving at him to get down he dropped to his hands and knees. "Turn you butt towards me. The doctor said I have to be gentle, so you need to relax and push out like you were trying to accept my dick. It is a little bigger around than two fingers but not too big, I won't hurt you. This will stay in place until I tell you to present your tail." It really didn't hurt much but the fullness reminded Weldon of the first time he'd taken Donny's dick. When the ball slipped in and stuck in place he looked behind him and saw that he had a tail, about ten inches long and black. He wiggled his butt and saw the tail wag like he was a real dog. Ray had pulled up while he was being filled with the plug and tail. "Did you get the dog mask too?" "Yeah, but that is for another day. Right now he is going to suck Mutt's dick. Go on, Weldon. Crawl under that hound and start sucking." He had expected the dog to have a taste similar to wild game. He didn't know why but it had seemed reasonable. Now with the tip of Mutt's dick between his lips he realized how wrong he'd been. It tasted like dick but different. Then as the taste of dog piss wore off the dick tasted good and he began to actually work all of the pink bone which began to expand in his mouth. The thought of what he was doing didn't last long, it was replaced by the joy of sucking cock and the hope of a spermy conclusion although the dick had been seeping fluid from the time it was fully engorged. The texture was different and the shape was not a tube that grew towards the body but a tube that once it was fully in his mouth tapered in, back towards the knot. He found he was able to hold his lips tightly around the shaft and feel like it was much thinner than what was in his mouth. It was only after a few minutes that his lips began hitting the front of the knot. He wondered at the feel of the large plum hitting his lips and unconsciously opened his mouth wider even as the dick was hitting the back of his throat. It was as much as he could take, he began gagging and Mutt began humping his face. He wasn't sure exactly when but the knot was in his mouth and the dick was down his throat. He couldn't taste it but he felt the expansion and contraction that told him the dog was shooting more of his load. Just then he felt the dick and knot twisting and he was facing the dog's hairy ass. Unlike being in an ass the knot slipped from his mouth and the dick trailed the last of his cum across Weldon's tongue. And it was over. He had sucked off a dog. The taste was more earthy than his lover who was sweet and peppery. He knew he should vomit but the pride in having done what his lover/owner had commanded and then coerced him into doing made him force away the revulsion he knew he should feel. Only when he turned his head did he remember the tail sticking out of his ass. "Good dog. Did you like the taste of dog cum? You are now truly a member of this farm. You will stay on all fours the rest of the night. You will sleep in the cage with the pup and tomorrow you and I will talk about what comes next. Tonight, I don't want to hear a word out of your mouth. If you need something you will bark or point with your nose. Your hands and knees will remain on the ground. Ray and I will give you orders when we tire of what you're doing. "Now let's see if you like the feel of your dick in a three thousand dollar dog's mouth. We'll see if he still remembers how to suckle." The pup had been weaned too long before and refused to keep the dick in his mouth but happily licked it and the hairless balls hanging below it. "What do you think Ray, we now have two young pups to train. If either of the dogs piss on the floor, make the other one lick it up." "Now I think it's time for supper. Let's go boys, into the house. Dogs stay under the table when the master is cooking." Weldon took the pup and still on his hands and knees crawled between the chairs and table legs until they were fully under the table. Having nothing else to do he curled around the pup and lay on the floor waiting for a command. Within a few minutes the pup fell asleep with his nose in the boy's crotch breathing softly. Weldon had already had a long day, also, and was nearly asleep when he felt feet poking his back. "Dogs lick their master's feet while he is eating." Weldon obeyed while the other dog slept. He moved easily back and forth between Donny and Ray. He licked and sucked toes and when a foot was raised cleaned the sole with his tongue. His tongue and jaws were getting sore when Donny's chair moved. "Dog boy, get your mouth on my ass, I need to fart." "That's a good boy, now get your tongue in there and clean my ass. Good dogs keep their master's ass clean at all times. And you will be a good dog, because you love your master. Now you can lick my balls. That is a good dog, back and forth, one and then the other. That's enough, back to my feet. Here's a treat." Donny threw a piece of pork chop on the floor for Weldon but the pup beat him to it and the boys sitting at the table laughed as they scrambled after the slippery meat sliding across the linoleum. "Dog boy, get your mouth back on my ass, I need to fart again. Hold that in, dog boy. I want you to get the full flavor of my shit. "Lock your lips around my asshole, I've got another one for you. "Is my dog boy thirsty? Speak!" "Remembering his orders, Weldon barked once" He had hardly opened his mouth when Donny and Ray both started pissing. It wasn't his favorite way to drink his owner's piss but he tried his best to keep any of the two boys' piss from flowing out of his mouth and hitting the floor until the pup pounced on his chest lapping at the overflow and then they were both being showered by the final spurts of the fresh hot piss. Face to face beside his pup he taught the young dog to lick the floor clean and not miss a drop of the precious fluid. Done watching the dogs licking up the waste Donny put two bowls of food on the floor and commanded them to eat. It was a new and difficult feat for Weldon, using only his mouth was awkward. He quickly learned not to dig in too quickly or take too big a chunk. The pup got more out of both bowls than Weldon, but they didn't fight and stayed friendly throughout the meal. Moving to the living room with the other boys Weldon was order to do menial things with his mouth and tongue from licking a knee to sucking a toe or putting his lips to a farting asshole. The smells, sights and sounds were different from his spot on the floor and he wished to be on his feet but would not disobey Donny. When the end of the evening came and he was told to crawl out side and take a piss he did so with a feeling that he had descended into a world he never knew existed. Once inside he crawled in the cage with the pup without thinking how he would feel later after being unable to shit because his butt was plugged. Before he left the pup and dog boy to go to bed Donny stuck his dick through the top of the cage and had Weldon blow him again. When he turned off the lights Weldon felt more alone than he ever had, even in the hospital with only strangers coming and going he hadn't felt the despair he felt as he curled up with the pup. The metal wires of the cage's floor dug into his body and he had trouble sleeping with only the small blanket he shared with the young dog to protect him. When the night became cool he shivered and might have screamed to his master except for the pup's warmth. During the night Weldon dreamed that his cock was being licked and he had more than one ejaculation. When Donny opened the cage in the morning he was as tired as when he lay down the night before. Knowing his master's desires he set his mouth around the head of his dick and gladly drank his morning juice before being let out on the yard with the pup to piss. When breakfast was ready Donny called the pair back to the kitchen, Ray held the pup under the table while Donny took Weldon to the bathroom. Weldon was commanded to sit, the best he could figure Donny wanted was for him to be on his ass with his hands still on the floor. The older boy sat on the commode and took a dump while he made Weldon wait. Though the boy had told him he did not want to eat shit Donny had the dog boy use his tongue to clean his ass rather than use TP. Finished with the lesson Donny tried as gently as possible to remove the tail-plug. With the boy still on his hands and knees Donny stooped down behind and bathed his asshole in tongue juice until Weldon was moaning for more. He got more, but only the two fingers the doctor had limited their play to. After about four or five minutes of moving his fingers in, out and around Donny raised Weldon to his feet and helped him into the shower. Being allowed in the warm indoor shower was a first for Weldon since he'd been on the farm. Cleansed of the piss and dog hair he stepped from the tub to find Donny waiting with a big soft towel to wrap him in. Once wrapped he carried the boy back to the kitchen and sat him at the table and starting talking about the night prior as the object lesson it had been. When Weldon started talking about the different perspec-tive he'd had at the level of a dog Donny concurred, it had been the purpose of the entire evening. He wanted Weldon to know what his pup was living through before he tried to train it. "What did you see when you were living as my dog?" "I saw, feet, legs, cocks and balls, assholes and places I would rather be than on the floor." "So what do you think your dog sees when he's running around?" "Unless he puts his front paws up he sees the same things. Every-thing we saw last night was a smaller world than what I live in every day. So what does it mean, sure I understand what he is seeing but so what?" "I wanted you to learn what his world was like so when you start training him you know what he sees and hears. Having orders shouted at you all the time is daunting. Living at his level should help you, but He needs to learn that his life is to be centered on dicks and balls and assholes and feet." They continued discussing the training that Weldon had under-gone and what he would need to be teaching the pup. Soon the dis-cussion turned to what he would be called. Dozens of possibilities were thrown out until the boys were left as confused as they were the previous day. "Well its Fuck Boy and Dog Boy, where is the little licker?" "Under the table doing your job. Why don't you join him? Our toes are wet with dog saliva and could stand to be sucked. What do you think Weldon?" "No, leave him alone for now. I think the pup needs to learn life is not always going to be shared." "You still haven't given him a name?" "No we were thinking about calling him Ray, that way the two of you could compete to lick assholes and balls." "Funny. You need to decide on something. I like, Snow. That white coat of his would just disappear in the snow and nothing else that happens around here sounds that way." "What if I want to teach him to listen to the word go?" "Or no?" "You two are going to have a reason not to call him everything. It's up to you but until you find the name you want I'm calling him Snow." Ray had been talking with his head under the table rubbing the pup's head and patting him on the side. "Okay, unless anyone has a good objection I'll call him Punk." Weldon didn't know why he choose the name but having someone else called that name seemed to take the sting out of some of the slurs he had heard over the previous few years. "You don't think that will make our future guests think they can fuck him? You do know that some older guys think of a punk as a bottom boy." "Let them think that, Punk will learn to defend his ass or he will end up as the punk of the farm. You know that Buck will be trying to mount him when he is big enough, probably Mutt and Sparky, too." "The Dogos are fierce. He might rip them up if they try dominating him." "So if he needs to be isolated from the others he can live in here with us until he is big enough to defend himself but not full grown and ready to fight with the others. How long will that be? "By the time he's a year old he'll be big and strong enough to defend himself. Still the others are going to be bigger and we have trained them to fuck anything or asshole they find, Buck especially likes to fuck other dogs. He thinks the place belongs to him and any other dog has to listen to him, the Alpha." "Punk, I hope you are ready for the life you are going to be leading." The Dogo seemed to understand and burying his head under the towel still wrapped around Weldon's lower half found his balls and happily lapped at them and pushing the legs apart treated his asshole to the young wet tongue, also. "At least Punk has gotten the idea of where his tongue needs to be. I hope he is as easily trained to fuck."