This story, which is entirely fictional, contains dog training and full toilet training between two or more men. If you are not into this, don't read on.
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By Lewis.
Chapter Ten
Master Jason began to slowly wake up. He was at first reluctant to get up – He had been out the previous night and had not got back to His ranch until the early hours. He lay in His king size bed for a few minutes until the urge to piss grew too strong, at which point He threw the covers off Him. At 25 years old, His body was pure perfection – 6 foot 6, 220 pounds of muscle, and, best of all a thick 10” cock that got all the attention it deserved. Slowly He opened His eyes – deep brown, which matched His short jet black hair and permanent 5 o'clock shadow that perfectly outlined His beautiful, masculine face.
His huge cock was erect with a piss hard-on. Luckily for Master Jason, He owned a large number of male slaves to serve His every command. One of these slaves was at the moment standing in the corner of the room. It was kept completely naked aside from the leather collar locked around its neck. Due to the strict exercise regime that all of Master Jason's slaves were kept on, its body almost rivalled its Master's. Its legs were larger than most rugby player's, its 6-pack bulged, its chest was massive and its arms were toned and muscled to perfection. It had a beautiful all over tan from being kept naked at all times and often having to work outside, and Master Jason would have got hard just by looking at it, if He wasn't already erect. It had been standing there ever since the Master got back from the club He went to last night, assuming the classic 'at rest' slave stance of hands clasped behind the back of the neck so its body was fully exposed.
“Here!” Master Jason commanded it, and the slave rushed over to the bed to await further instructions. “Take my piss,” Master Jason order it. The slave immediately went to His cock, took the head into its mouth, and began gulping down its Master's strong morning piss. It was careful not to spill a single drop. Once it had made the error of letting a small amount of piss fall out of its mouth and onto the bed sheets. Master Jason had been merciless in punishing it, firstly by giving it a severe whipping, then by turning it into the only urinal for the 15 other slaves, dogslaves and pony slaves that He owned, along with the 5 trainers He employed, for a week whilst simultaneously catheterising it and not letting it piss for hours on end, so it was in constant agony with the need to piss. Once the flow of urine eventually stopped, the slave gently sucked any residual piss out of its Master cock, licked the head clean, and then stood up, assuming the 'at rest' stance again.
Master Jason rolled over. “Rim!.” He ordered.
The slave immediately got ever harder at the thought of being given the honour of worshipping such as beautiful, sculpted, muscular, god-like arse as Master Jason had and instantly began teasing apart His arse cheeks so that it could better access His hole with its tongue. Master Jason farted loudly in the slaves face, but it breathed in the scent deeply, having been trained to relish any 'gift' its Master gave it. The slave began licking His sweaty hole, and the Master moaned in pleasure. The slave was as hard as a rock, but it knew it must never touch itself without its Master’s permission, which was rarely - if ever - given. Master Jason didn't believe in chastity devices for His slaves, for He knew that His Mastery over them was the greatest chastity device of all. He told them not to touch themselves, so they didn't, for fear of the colossal punishment He would administer if they broke His orders.
The slave gradually worked its tongue into its Master arsehole and began to tongue fuck Him. After a few minutes Master Jason rolled over, presented His slave with His enormous cock and order it to suck. The slave expertly licked His cock head and then began to take more and more of His cock into its mouth until its mouth and throat were entirely filled. At this point, Master Jason grabbed the D-rings on either side of it collar and began moving its head up and down His shaft. The slave choked and gagged but He continued regardless, only being made more aroused by its discomfort. At last, after what seemed an eternity for the slave, Master Jason began to moan loudly and then began to ejaculate countless spurts of cum down the slave’s throat. Once it had licked His cock clean, Master Jason kicked it off His bed and ordered it to fetch His boots. He had remembered what He had brought home last night.
Master Jason's ranch was spread over 4,000 acres, acquired 3 years ago after winning big on the multi-state powerball lottery. The place came with a good size ranch house, but having always been a dominant man, interested in owning a variety of slaves He decided to build kennels, stables and training facilities and use His newfound wealth to train the most beautiful subservient men He could find into house slaves that would serve His every practical need, body slaves that would please Him sexually, dogslaves that would act as pets, but could also be used for sex and pony slaves that would function to transport Him around His ranch.
Master Jason began to pick up various men from leather bars and fetish clubs, would bring them back to His ranch, fuck them senseless and then ask them to sign a contract stating that they would be His property for X years. In this way He had acquired 4 house slaves, 8 dogslaves and 3 pony slaves over the 3 years. Knowing that He could never hope to have enough time to train all of them, Master Jason began to search for other dominant men like Himself and gradually found 5 experienced trainers. 2 specialised in dogslave training, 2 in regular slaves and 1 in pony slaves. 6 months ago, Master Jason began to train men for sale. He would pick them up in the usual way, then got them to sign the contract which stated they could be sold to the highest bidder at any time. Most signed. It was a surprisingly profitable business. Dominant men were willing to pay huge amounts of money for a meticulously trained slave, and Master Jason was only too happy to provide the service. He had recently been approached by a wealthy businessman who wanted to own a dogslave. The man had told Master Jason what kind of animal he wanted (white, American, dark hair, muscular, 21-25 years old etc) and given Him 6 months to deliver the fully trained slave. He wanted to animal to be trained in basic dog commands, such as sit, lay, be able to walk on the leash etc, as well as to be trained to sexually pleasure a man. He also wanted the dogslave to be a fully trained toilet. For this he was willing to offer $100,000. Of course, Master Jason didn’t do it for the money. $100,000 was a small drop in the ocean compared with His total wealth. It was more a hobby to Him to turn men into grovelling animals slaves that would follow any command issued to them.
Master Jason had found the perfect animal last night that He could mould into a dogslave to sell to the businessman. It was locked in a cage in His dungeon right now.
Until Master Jason became rich, He had never found the perfect gay leather fetish club. Money changed this – He simply built His own. The club, “Collared”, was extremely exclusive. To become a member you had to first apply online or in writing, sending in several photographs of yourself in either a slave or Master role, along with a description of your fetishes and desires. Applications were either accepted or rejected by Master Jason Himself. Despite this there were nearly 1,000 members to date, and a steady stream of applications arrived in Master Jason's inbox every week.
The club itself was built on one floor but consisted of several different rooms. As you entered there were dressing rooms so that slaves could get naked and collared (the only way they were allowed to enter the club) and Master's could get suitably attired in either leather, rubber or skin gear. Next was the main room and bar. Off this room were several other areas, notably the play room, which boasted a large number of sex toys/objects and fetish wear that could be tried out. Slaves could also be chained up to the many D-rings set into the walls, and be orally or anally fucked by any Master passing by (or made to perform any other sexual act the Master desired). There was a 'chill' room were Masters and prospective slaves could escape the pumping techno of the main room and talk about being owned, limits, etc. Last but not least the toilets were in another room off the main space. It was the clubs policy that no actual toilets were allowed in the building. All waste was taken by toilet slaves.
The toilets were in the shape of a triangle. Along one wall were 10 naked and collared piss slaves. Each had a black piss funnel gag strapped to its head so that a Master could use it like a urinal. Each piss slave was short chained in a kneeling position to D-rings set into the wall. On their heads were strapped an Oxballs urinal piss gag, whilst a black rubber sheath was attached to their dicks, which were made to stay hard all night through the use of drugs. From the cock sheaths came a tube, itself attached to a black hose that ran in front of the slaves, parallel to the wall they were chain to. This hose went from the piss slaves, underground, to a sunken trough that ran the length of the main bar. The piss was then carried away to the sewers. The piss slaves were permitted to relieve themselves at any time, and since they were in almost constant use, there was a constant flow of piss down the hose, to the sunken trough. This was the only place that slaves in the club were permitted to drink – on hands and knees, lapping up the recycled piss like dogs. They were not permitted to buy drinks from the bar – only Masters could.
Along the other wall of the triangle were 10 toilet seats mounted on metal frames. Behind these, again naked and collared were the shit slaves. Their length of chain by which they were tethered to the wall was slightly longer than the piss slaves, so that they could crawl under the toilet seats in order to consume the pile of shit dumped by the Master. Toilet slaves were kept plugged, and were rotated every few hours when they got too full. Along the final wall of the room were 5 toilet paper slaves. Their job was to lick residual piss off a Master's cock, or to lick their arses clean of shit.
To ensure that their were always enough toilet slaves, Master Jason had cunningly stated that any member of the club that was a slave had to work as a toilet at least once per month. If not their membership would be revoked.
Slaves, when permitted to relieve themselves, had to do it in a field outside the club, like the animals they were.
Master Jason frequented His club on a regular basis looking for fresh slaves that He could train for later sale. Last night He met the dogslave currently in His dungeon. His name had been Adam, and once Master Jason had approached him and asked him if he wanted to be seriously trained as a dogslave and then sold on, he had been only too keen at the idea.
Master Jason entered the dungeon wearing only black leather boots, leather jeans and an armband which enhanced His bulging bicep as He approached the small metal cage placed to one side of the dungeon that contained His latest find. The slave inside was naked, not even wearing a collar – yet. It had short cropped black hair, ample muscles and looked to be mid twenties, just as required. Its brilliant blue eyes were fixed on its new Master's boots as He approached it and unlocked the cage door.
“Out!” Master Jason ordered and the slave crawled out and remain on all fours, not daring to look up.
“Can you read slave?”
The slave remained silent. Clearly it had had some previous training as a dogslave before.
“Permission to speak.” Master Jason told it.
“Sir, yes Sir!”
“Good. Then read this. I deal entirely with consensual slavery. So, sign it if you agree with it. If not you may leave.”
Contract of Slavery
Slave type: Dogslave
The dogslave read the contract and got harder with each passing moment. It signed without hesitation. As soon as it had, Master Jason locked on its leather pup mitts, the first step to making it more dog-like. He then secured leather wrists and ankle restraints to it and finally connected its ankles and wrists to a leather strap locked on around the base of its cock via short chains so that it was impossible for it to stand upright. These would be kept on until Master Jason felt sure it would stay on all-fours forever.
Master Jason put a boot on the dogslave's neck and forced its head down onto the floor. He brought His other boot close to its mouth.
“You are a disgusting, worthless piece of fucking shit! You're a good-for-nothing animal. Lick my boot, dog”.
The dogslave stuck out its tongue and began gingerly licking its Master's boot. Master Jason kicked it.
“Like you fucking mean it, you piece of shit. I see we've got a lot of training to do here!”
The dogslave began licking the boot with more purpose. “Better. Now, I think I'd better introduce you to your pack mates.” Master Jason began to grin.
He led the dogslave out of the dungeon, outside, and into the kennels where the rest of the dogslaves were kept when not in use. It walked poorly on the leash, struggling to keep up even when Master Jason walked slowly. As He opened the door, the other 8 dogslaves started woofing and barking loudly, trying to force their heads through the metal bars of the large communal cage they were kept in. The new dogslave could smell piss and shit, and saw that the cage the other dogs were kept in had several pools of piss and a few pieces of shit in it. It was clear that these dogslaves had spent a while in the cage and were permitted to relieve themselves in it.
All of the dogslaves looked to be in their mid twenties. All were very muscular, and all had short cropped head hair, and completely shaved bodies. 3 of the dogs were black, 5 white. All their cocks seemed to be pulled back somehow, and it was only after a while that the new dogslave realised that each dog had a thick ring through its cockhead which was padlocked to another ring just below their arseholes. This arrangement meant that the dogs were not able to use their cocks for sexual pleasure, but it also served a more practical purpose which it would discover later. However, Master Jason opened the cage, and proceeded to open all of the padlocks which kept their cocks pulled back. He then roughly forced the new dogslave into the cage and locked the door behind it.
“Dogslaves, you have permission to fuck this new dog, rough as you like.” He looked at the now terrified new dogslave. “These dogs haven’t relieved themselves in over a month.” He grinned and stepped back to watch the show.
The most muscular dogslave, one of the black dogs with a cock to rival Master Jason's, growled at all the other dogs and was therefore the first to fuck the new slave. It pushed its face into a pile of shit, spat on its arsehole, mounted it, and then fucked it like its life depended on it. The new dog howled in pain as its massive cock invaded its arsehole. It kept up its relentless pace for well over 10 minutes before barking loudly and dumping a massive amount of cum up the dog's arse, which slowly oozed out and provided lubrication for the next dog – a beautiful blonde hair animal slave which had a short but very fat cock that seemed to cause the new dog even more pain than the first slave. One by one, each dog took its turn in fucking the new dogslave and so relieving itself. When the last dog had cum, each slave cocked its leg, aimed at the new dogslave who was now covered in shit and dripping in cum and began to piss on it.
“Good dogs!” Master Jason praised them, once they had done pissing. He began to lock each of their cocks back in place, except for the new dog which had not yet been pierced. He addressed the new, piss-soaked dogslave. “This marks the start of your training, dog. You are the lowest of the pack. Behave and you will eventually be sold to a good Master. Be disobedient and you'll serve forever as these dog's toilet. Understand?”
“Woof.” The dog barked.
“Good. You're learning boy. Maybe you will make a fine dogslave one day. Who knows.”
With that Master Jason took a thick leather collar and padlock and locked it around His new dogslave's neck, never to be taken off again. It felt proud to be collared like all the other dogslaves in the cage. Despite all that had happened to it, it was rock hard and looking forward to more training that would turn it into the perfect, obedient dogslave it had always craved to be.
As Master Jason walked out of the kennels, He was approached by Trainer Matt, one of the trainers specialised in dogslave training.
“Sir,” Trainer Matt said, “I’ve had a telephone call from a Master Andy who says that He has heard of You, is a great fan and would very much like to meet You, Sir.”
“What does this Master want?” Master Jason enquired.
“He says that Himself and His partner are heavily involved in dogslave training, for His personal pleasure rather than for profit, and wants to know if He can visit your ranch, Sir.”
“Might be interesting. I’ll give Him a call back.”
“ Yes sir,” Trainer Matt said, and walked in the direction of the kennels.
“Hello, Master Andy speaking,”
“This is Master Jason, you called earlier.”
“Yes, thank you so much for getting back to me. I’ve been hearing great things about You, Your club and Your slave training methods and facilities, and now that I’m very involved in dogslave and now pony slave training I’d really love it if I could come over, have a look Myself and have a talk with you about training techniques.”
“How many slave do you have now?” Master Jason asked.
“Currently 1 dogslave, 2 new pony slaves, or maybe house slaves, I haven't decided which I’d prefer yet, that are in need of serious training. May partner has 3 very experienced dogslaves a well.”
“Okay, well, sure, come over. I’m free this Friday.”
“Fantastic, thank you. See you Friday.”
To be continued.