Date: Wed, 21 May 2014 19:44:10 +0100
From: collegerobot1991@gmail.com
Subject: The Training of Rocky, Chaper Two

The Training on Rocky

Chapter two

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read
material of this nature where you live, Please stop now! This story
contains descriptions of sexual activity between A man and teenage boys. It
is for adults only!

All sexual acts are consensual, and are in a world of role play in which
adults live out their fantasies SAFELY! The characters in this story play
the same as people in real life. WITH SAFE WORDS. "No", "Yes", "please
stop" are even "harder" are not safe words, but part of the fantasy.  A
safe word is something very unique.

This story is completely fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made
up, any similarities are truly just that, purely similarities.

In addition, this story also contains domination & fighting between men
and/or teenage boys, if this bothers you, then please do not read any
further! All references in the story to violence are not to be taken
literally, but only as plot movers. This is not, I repeat NOT a snuff
story. NOT ONE IS GOING TO DIE!  If that is your thing please read
elsewhere.

Also,  ALWAYS play SAFE.

I would love to hear from you, so negative as well as positive feedback is
always welcome!

Finally, a big THANK YOU to everyone who took the time to email. I am sorry
if I have been slow in my replies, I have been doing a lot of international
travel, plus I am a grad student, so I have very little free time


 I awoke the next morning in an excellent mood. Training a new dog brings
out the best in me. Plus every man sleeps the better after a good blow job.
I had taken mercy on the puppy, and put him in a new room which was
arranged for stage two of his training. This room was set at a normal temp.
I put him in a large dog cage, with a rug and a bowl. Than more could a dog
want? I had still not given him any food, After all, I did tell him that he
would only eat after he begged me to take his cherry. I knew that he could
survive much longer without food than without water. I would feed him today
if his was a good puppy. I wanted to maintain his health. If I presented a
sick and dying dog to his father as a cocksucking, piss drinking faggot,
people would think I had forced him into it. Yet if I presented him in
perfect health everyone would know that he was a faggot little dog of his
own consent.

I went about my day as usual. I had daily errands that needed to be taken
care of. Mostly screening new clients. You can imagine how careful I had to
be with all new clients. All new clients must have at least three
references. That sometimes causes problems because of the nature of what I
do. Plus we perverts tend to be solitary creatures. There are however ways
of learning about human slaves, even in the 21st century. You would be
surprised at how many people own slaves, even in western countries. I
worked via code names with all my new client requests, and all of my
transactions are handled by a lawyer. I had an excellent lawyer. I
discovered quite by accident that he had a weakness for 12 year old blonde
puppies. I had taken it upon myself to do him a favor and train a beautiful
11 year old puppy just for him. (pro bono of course). I must say I like my
fruit a little more ripened, but who am I to judge another. Needless to
say, since that time he has been my right hand man.

After I finished my office work, I went down to my control room which has a
large monitor and gives me a view of all my cells. Rocky was curled into a
ball crying (of course). God I hate to train these seemingly tough straight
dogs, only to find that they are big pussies deep down inside. Oh well. If
they were not pussies, I could never train them to be dogs in the first
place.

My first order of the day was to get the puppy cleaned up a little. I hate
filthy dogs. Plus this dog was too perfect to waste the visual stimulation
of viewing his perfect body. Speaking of his body, I realize that I have
not described him. He was the poster boy for a prime footballer. Blonde,
with very bright blue eyes. He had a well chiseled body. A set of hard
eight-pack abs, and a lovely happy trail which lead down to what I could
only assume was about an 8 in/20cm cock. Having never seen him hard I could
not say for sure. His cock was uncut, and set atop two large fully egg
shaped balls, which I knew were full to bursting with delicious boy juice.
I wondered what it tasted like. I also wondered if my client would take
pleasure from milking him. Some master's never allow their dogs to cum, and
punished them severely if they did cum. I hoped that after my client owned
him, he would take pleasure in his boy juice, as well as the rest of him.
His thighs were big and well muscled. I could imagine him running in his
football gear whilst females adored his beautiful body. I wondered how many
girls he had banged. I knew that he had a girlfriend, but these jock types
are never faithful. However his best feature, without a doubt, was his ass.
It was glorious! There was no other way of saying it. Big, plump, and so
perfect rounded that I couldn't imagine how he had gone his entire life
without someone eating him out every moment of every day. I knew I would be
eating the fuck out of his pussy soon. My mouth watered at the thought. I
could not wait to see his pussy. I knew it would be pink, and undoubtedly
so tight that I would never want to take my cock out of it. My client only
wanted revenge on his rival, and had made it very clear to me that he did
not like boys at all. but I had a feeling that once he got a taste of the
puppy's throat and pussy, he would be hooked for life.

I pressed the button which allowed me to speak to the puppy. The room was
equipped with full, and I mean full surround sound. Sound that same from
the walls, ceiling, and the floor.

"Good morning sunshine," I bellowed into the room. The puppy jumped and
screamed as though he had been shot. He looked around wildly in his cage.

"It's time for you to continue your training." I said. "I hope you had a
good night's sleep, I know I did."

He continued to look around, as though I would appear in midair.

"I have to thank you puppy, you gave me one of the best blow jobs of my
life." I laughed. "I mean I've had hundreds of blow jobs from all kind of
dogs, and you are one of my favorites. But I guess you always hear that
after you give your mates head. Huh? I bet they tell you that you are the
best faggot to ever swallow their loads. Am I right?"

He stopped looking around, and curled back into a ball. He looked like a
little child, squeezing his eyes closed as though it would make the monster
go away. Unfortunately for him, I was the monster, and I am going no where.
He started to shake again. He didn't seem to enjoy learning that his was a
good cocksucker.

"I want you to crawl out of your cage Rocky," I instructed. "Now I know
that you don't want to leave your new home. It looks so cozy and inviting
in there, but I am your master, and I want you to crawl out on your hands
and knees like a good little doggy. It's time for me to clean you up a bit.
You do want to be clean for your master don't you Rocky" I asked. No
answer. Well I knew all too well how to play this game. I pressed another
little button which made icy cold water erupt from sprinklers in the room.
He jumped. His naked body shaking uncontrollably as the cold water began to
rise in the room.

"AGH!" he cried. "STOP! PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!!!!

It was now my turn to me silent. I let him scream and thrash about in the
cage until the water began to rise to about his crest. When he looked as
though he was about to go into shock I pressed another button, which made
the water stop, and opened the drain in the floor and let the water to run
out. After the water abated, I once more spoke to the shivering puppy.

" I told you to crawl out of your cage dog! Do you understand?"

He tried to speak but his teeth were chattering so badly that he could not.
In the end his only nodded to me. I waited as he crawled out of the cage.
By this point most of the water had drained from the room, Rocky however
was still very wet and shivering.

"See that wasn't so hard was it," I asked. he shook his head. "If you had
just crawled out at first I would not have had to put cold water on you.
But I keep forgetting that you like it rough. I keep forgetting that you
like it when you master hurts you, Don't you puppy?"

"N-n-nooo." he managed to moan.

"If you don't like it when I hurt you, then why do you make me hurt you?
Huh?" I asked

"I-I-I can't." He breathe. "I c-c-can't move m-m-master. I hurt s-s-soo
much. I hurt. I n-n-need hospital, Please."

"Hospital?" I asked. "I am the only Hospital you need doggy. I am not
wasting money to take you to the Vet."

"I-I-I'm s-s-serious, m-m-master." he said. "You h-h-have to take me t-t-to
hospital. I hurt so much, so much. I n-n-never f-f-felt this b-b-bad before
in my l-l-life."

"Stand up," I ordered him, ignoring his request. "I hope you can swim,
because if you don't stand up soon you will need to".

He managed to stagger to his knees, but his legs seemed to weak to support
him. I should have foreseen this. After all the puppy had not eaten for
days, and he been stupid enough to vomit the only water I had been gracious
enough to give him. I guess he would just have to learn to deep throat
better if he wanted to survive. I decided to have a little mercy on him,
after all he had given me one of the best orgamisms of my life. The least I
could do was to clean him up a bit. I left the control room and walked down
the corridor to his cell. I opened the door slowly and walked into the
room. The smell was awful. I felt disgusted by the filth. Bad dog. It was
definite time to clean him up.

"Arise and shine!" I exclaimed to him in an very cheery voice.

He looked up at me. The fear that teamed in his eyes the night before had
given way to a shocked frozen look. He look at me as though I was something
so dreadful that he couldn't bring his mind to understand it. Poor little
me, who knew I could be so frightening.

"I had a very good night's sleep puppy," I told him "and I have you to
thank. So as a reward for being a good little cock sucker I have decided to
clean you up, and feed you". The words seem to take a while to connect in
his brain. "Isn't that good puppy?" I asked. He nodded.

"No, no, no," I said as though speaking to a small child. "That isn't how a
good little puppy answers his master is it?"

"Thanks you master," he mouthed.

"Good puppy," I encouraged. "Now I am going to wash. You are a filthy
little bitch aren't you? You master isn't going to want to fuck you little
cunty it you're covered in filth is he?"

I reached into my pocket and removed a long retractable dog leash. I fitted
it round his neck.

"I even made a dog collar especially  for you." I informed him. "See it
even has your name on it." I showed him. "ROCKY. If lost, please use me as
your personal faggot." His closed his eyes in shame as I attached the
collar.

"Now, I want you to crawl on your hands and knees. If you are a good puppy
today, I will give you something to drink. You do want that,  don't you?"

He mouthed "Yes master."

"Good boy!" I said and patted him on the head.

I lead him out of the room on all fours. He looked really really hot
crawling on his knees, well apart from the filth. That aside, he was
without a doubt one of the hotness dogs I have ever trained. I thought back
to my days at school when jocks like Rocky would laugh and try to bully me
because they thought themselves better. I smiled. If only my 16 year old
self could see me now, in complete control of one of those same jock who
less than a week ago had thought of himself as a god.

I walked him down the corridor to the shower room. It was a large white
room, with tiled walls and large shower heads protruding from all sides.

I selected  a unscented men's body gel to wash him with. None of the
bullshit scented stuff. I like for my dogs to smell like men. There is
nothing better than the smell of a teenage boy. They have all those
testosterones pumping in their bodies. It makes me so hard.

Next I fitted the puppy with a special muzzle I order for all my dogs. It
fitted so tightly around the dogs mouth that it prevented them from trying
to drink any of the shower water. It is also an added bonus just to see the
desperation in their eyes as I let the cold clear water which they would
never drink again flow down their bodies. The water washed all the dirt and
filth from his body. It was like polishing the a rough diamond and admiring
it after. I don't want to give you an impression that I am a romantic softy
pining over a straight jock, but why have a diamond if you are not going to
appreciate it. Or in my case want to fuck it.

I poured shower gel on the puppy and made sure to wash him in the most
humiliating way. Paying special attention to his large balls and his well
hung cock. I washed the round thick head for about five minutes then
focused my attention on his shaft and balls. I smiled to myself as I his
cock began to swell.

"So, Rocky," I began to tease him, "You like it when I wash your cock?" I
stroked his cock more until it was rock hard and throbbing in my hands.

"Yes," I stroke harder. "Little bitch boy little likes it when I play with
those big balls and you cock?"

"Mmagh!" He shook his head vehemently. Trying hard to denied that he
enjoyed it, but I knew better. I kneaded his balls, squeezing them harder
and harder until they felt as though they would literally burst in my
hands.

He cried out behind the muzzle, and fought with all his might to free his
balls from my hands. Unfortunately for him, I had him "by the balls", and
there was no where for him to go. I continue to alternate between stroking
his cock and squeezing the boys. His body was shaking from the combination
of pleasure and pain. Time for me to move on.

After I rinsed him off I took the muzzled from his mouth.

"L-l-let me go. PLEASE!" he breathed. "I-

"Now, now," I chided him. "Lets not start with that again." I reached down
and patted him playfully on the head.

"Time for a little drink puppy. Are you thirsty." I could see him fighting
internally between wanting desperately to quench his thirst, and submitting
once again to begging me to drink my piss. I pulled my cock out and dangled
it in front of Rocky's face. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"May I drink your piss Sir?" He begged. "My throat never hurt so bad in my
life. I think you ruined my throat, It hurts to even breath."

"Most dogs feel that way after taking a big cock down their throats for the
first time. But it's like going to the gym, The first time always hurts,
but after a while you go to the gym because your body needs the workout.
Your throat will soon need a big fat cock just to make it through the day.
Now open those beautiful dick-kissers and show me how thirsty you are." I
said rubbing my cock against his lips. "You are thirsty aren't you puppy?'"

"Yes master," he replied.

"Well you better get to work kissing my c- OH YES." I moaned as he engulfed
my cock head in his mouth. His mouth was warm but his tongue was as dry as
sandpaper. I decided to let him have a little drink. I let loose a small
stream of piss into his mouth. His eyes opened wild as the piss burned his
raw throat. Yet instead of pulling away as I expected him to, he glued his
lips firmly around my cock and started to swallow my piss. Trying hard to
suck more piss from my cock than I was giving him. I pulled cock from his
mouth, and started to put it away.

"NO!" He yelled.

"What's that Puppy?" I inquired innocently.

"Please let me have more". He begged. Well, well, well. He was genuinely
begging me for my piss. Only three days of training and he was actually
begging me not to stop pissing in his mouth. Straight my ass.

"I thought my piss was disgusting to you." I tucked my cock away. "Make up
your mind puppy. Either you like my cock and want to be a good bitch, or
you don't. I don't have time you flipping back and forth."

"I didn't like it at first," he said. "But it's not so bad now. I wish you
would give me water, but I know you never will. So don't you see I need
more piss, My throat hurts so bad. Why make me beg to drink your piss, then
take it away from me. It's all I have to drink. I need it. Please! I also
need food master. My stomach is cramping really bad. You said if I begged
you to fuck me, you would feed me. I did. I begged you so much to fuck me.
I never thought I would ever beg a guy to fuck me, but you promised me. Now
I'm starving, and you still haven't given me any food. I promise you I will
do anything. There is nothing else I can say."

"I will feed you puppy," I replied. "But when I decided that you are a good
dog. Now do you want to go another day without food?" I asked him.

"No sir. Please no, I'll be too weak to eat." he said.

"You want me to feed you now puppy?" I asked.

"Yes sir."

"And you will eat anything I give you?" I continue.

"Yes sir. Anything." He promised. "I've never been this hungry in my life."

"Well It you promise to be a good dog from here on I will keep my promise
and feed you. You have been begging me as a faggot to fuck your cunt.

"Thank you sir. He gushed. "Thank you so much."

"Now you be a good little doggy, and sit there until I come back with your
food," I told him. "Do you understand?"

"Yes sir." He looked so much like a little boy on christmas morning. His
eyes full of excitement at the thought of receiving what he wanted most in
the world.

I attached his collar to the wall, and went to the cupboard where I kept
the dog food. I selected a tin/can of chunky turkey and gravy dog chow.
Personally I am a vegetarian, but I am not the one who chooses the diet for
the dogs, that is chosen by my client. I grabbed a feeding bowl and
returned to Rocky. When I reentered with the food, I was pleased to find
that Rocky was  exact position I had left him in. A good sign.

"Who's a good doggy?" I crooned to him, as I hid the tin behind my back. I
scratched him playfully behind the ear. "Who's a good boy?"

"Oh thank you Master," he beemed. "I'll be a good dog. Thank you soo m-".
He eyes opened wide in terror as he saw the tin of dog food in my hand.
"No...No...NOOO!"

I had put the dog food in front of his face with mischievous glee.

"No!" He repeated. "You can't make me eat dog food. You-Y-You promised! You
said...you made me humiliate myself by begging you to fuck me, and now you
want me to eat dog food."

"I haven't made you do anything," I stated plainly.

"Fuck you!" He yelled. Sounding more like his old self than he had in days.
"You lied. I can't believe how stupid I am. I can't believe you made me beg
you to do all this shit when you knew you wanted me to eat dog food."

"Rocky..." I said warningly.

"My name is Greg you asshole!" He flared back at me. "I can't believe I
trusted you after you raped my throat and came in my stomach. I spent the
whole night coughing up your cum, cause you shot so much in me. I'll
probably always have cum and piss in my stomach because of you".

I decided it was time to show him one of the little tricks I had in store
for him. His dog collar served more than one function. I pull out my mobile
phone and pressed an app that I downloaded for pet owners. (Yes, there is
an app for dog collars).

"You better bring me some real food, coz I will never eat- AGHHHH!" He
screamed and fell to the floor. He fought hard to try and rip the dog
collar from his neck, as jolt after jolt of electricity shot through his
body. He rolled about for forty seconds or so until I decided he had had
enough.

"You bastard!" He said after he regained enough of his breath. Then he
tried to charge at me, yelling like an engaged bull. He seemed to have
completely forgotten that his leash was attached to the hook on the wall.
In mid charge his neck suddenly jerked back causing his feet to fly from
under him on the wet floor. If I had not been laughing so hard, I might
have been concerned. Instead I decided to give he more medical shock
treatment. I mean to say, if doctors used to use it to "cure"
homosexaulity, why couldn't I use it to cure heterosexaulity.

"NNNMAGHHH!!!" He screamed.

I let go of the button. I was hoping that that would teach him a lesson.

He panted on the floor for a while, his breath coming in rapid panicking
gasps. I noticed that he was sweating. I could smell the lovely aroma of
boy testosterone coming from his body.

"No...More...Please..." He panted. "I can't take it."

"Are you ready to eat then?" I asked him.

"Not dog food." He begged. "I don't mind being your dog, or how much you
degrade me anymore. I know by now that no one will come to help me. I know
you are going to torture me, and use me for sex, and then probably kill
me...And there is nothing I can do to stop you. But please don't make me
eat dog food. It's not made for humans. It will make me so sick."

"You are not a human," I said with exasperation. "How many time do I have
to go over this?"

"But-"

"No buts!" I stopped him with finality. "You will eat your food like a good
puppy, and stop whining about everything. I swear you are the whininess
little faggot I ever met. Now EAT!" I said kicking him hard in those big
full balls.

He fell over with a cry as his hand flew to his hurt testes. I pressed the
button on my phone laughing as he hands when once again to his neck to try
and free himself from the collar. Next I pressed the button and kick his
boys at the same. This time he didn't seem to know which one he wanted to
protect. Press. Kick. Press. Kick. Over and over until he just lay there on
the floor seemingly unable to take anymore. I gave him a few minutes to
recover.

"Now. Are you going to be a good puppy and eat you food?" I asked him. My
finger moved to my phone dangerously.

"Yes...Master...Please...Stop..." he begged me. "I think my balls are
crushed. They hurt so bad sir. I have nothing left and you crushed `em.
Don't you have any feelings inside? Why do you have to torture me so much?
I do everything. God...first my throat...now my balls...plus my stomach is
cramping awfully bad. Why did you have to crush...my balls?...I won't ever
be able to have children, or cum...then you fried my neck...Why keep me
alive? I know you are just going to kill me soon anyway. I don't care
anymore. I only want to stop the pain...Stop hurting me like this.
Please...no...more."

"You are so pathetic," I said. "I just said for you to stop whining. I
already know they you are a fag. You don't have to keep proving it to me by
acting like a little girl. Now EAT THE FUCKING DOG FOOD BITCH!" I ordered
him. "I want you on your hands and knees like a puppy and eat your dog
chow. Don't make me start again. I can press this and kick little fag-nuts
all day long."

He lowered his head down to the dog food -which I had put in the bowl while
he lay bitching on the floor- and opened his mouth. He looked at me
stupidly. As though I was going to suddenly to cry "Just kidding!" I
didn't. So he started to eat the dog chow. On the first bite he gagged, but
managed not to throw up. He started to chew it slowly, as piss-tears began
flowing from his eyes.

"Swallow!" I ordered.

He looked up at me, and swallowed the chow, his stomach heaving. Then he
opened his mouth to show me that he had obeyed me.

"Good boy."  I cooed.

He then lowered his head down for a second bite, and began chewing. This
time when he swallowed, his stomach heaved strongly, and he vomited the dog
chow back into the bowl. The sick mixing with the chow.

"Eat it!" I yell. "I don't care how many you are sick in it."

He put his face back into the bowl and started to chew again. Time and time
again he chewed the chow and tried to swallow it, but his stomach could not
take it. I decided to teach the little bastard a lesson. He would learn to
be grateful for his food, and to be happy whenever I told him to. This was
top shelf dog food, how dare he try to waste it.

I bent down to the bowl and grabbed a handful of the dog food.

"Open those pretty little fag lips bitch!" I ordered him. he obeyed. I
forced the food into his mouth, then closed it and pinched his nose closed
with my other hand. He twisted and writhed under my hands, but by now I had
him in a headlock, and he knew he had no choice but to swallow. As I let go
of his mouth a little sick dripped from his mouth back in the bowl, but
over all, he had swallow much of it.

"Bad dog." I said  with disappointment, and slapped his on the face. I
proceeded to feed him the rest of the bowl of chow. Stopping only once as
vomit dribbble from his nose. But he learned soon that the more he was sick
the more he had to eat. I think the one day he might make a good dog.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" I asked, rubbing the last of the dog chow
from his lips and letting him suck my fingers clean.

"No sir," he lied. His eyes were bloodshot. "Master," he said weakly, "will
I only be able to eat dog for the rest of my life, like I only get to drink
your piss?"

"Yes," I said. "But I do sometimes buy delicious little dog biscuits from
the pet store for good puppies. And if you are a really good puppy i
promised to put scraps of human food in your doggy bag."

"I'll be good master. I am trying so hard."

"Good boy. Now turn around and bend over and touch your head to the floor.
He did as he was told. "Now reach back and spread those lovely cheeks, and
show me that pretty pink pussy of yours."

"Oh god." He said. "Please not now. I can't take it. Please don't fuck me
now. I hurt all over. I am trying to be a good dog, but please don't do it
now. You kill me for sure. I'm so weak."

"You're weak because you are a faggy little cocksucker," I told him, "and
that's not my fault. First you say you want to be a good dog, now you are
being a bad dog. But I forgot that you like it rough."

"I do want to be a good dog, but I can't take. I promise you anything,
anything at all. Just not this, not now. I be the best dog you ever had, if
you'll just wait just a few days. I promise. I will drink your piss, suck
your cock, and swallow your loads, until I get better."

I reached down and grabbed him by the throat. I squeezed as hard as I could
with one hand. "I am going to tell you one more time to get down and spread
your fucking cheeks. Do you understand me?"

His eyes started to pop out of his head, literally, and his face flushed a
dark purple. I knew I had about 45 seconds before he passed out. "If you
don't do as I say, I am going to lock you back in your cell until you
starve to death. Then I am going to send your bones to your father for
christmas. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!" I screamed into his face. His hands
were trying hard to break my grip, but he was too weak. In desperation he
nodded furiously with as much of his head as he could move. I released him.
of course he fell about coughing and choking, and doing everything except
doing what I asked.

I pulled his collar hard, and started dragging him out of the room.

"No!!!" It seemed he did have a little strength. Good. I ignored his
struggles and continued to pull him out of the room.

"I'll do it," he pleaded. "Look, please look," he said hysterically. "See,
I'm doing it! Please look." He had indeed bent down as much as he could
with neck being pulled by the collar, and his hands were grabbing
desperately to pull apart his pump buttcheeks. He looked so pathetic trying
to show me his boy pussy.

"Look," he said again. "Oh god please look. I'm doing it. I being a good
dog. I'm sorry. I was just scared. Don't lock me up. Oh please don't do
that. You don't understand how it feels in there, all alone in the cold and
darkness. I'm a good dog. I am. Really I am. You'll like my pussy, I know
you will just look."

I stopped and looked down at the puppy pink little cunt. He bent over and
raised himself and high as he could. He hands trembled as he pulled his ass
apart to show me as much as he could.

"Why are you showing me your pussy puppy?" I asked.

"Because you told me to sir." He replied.

"Wrong answer." I tugged on his collar again.

"Wait!" He yelled. Because I want to see how good my pussy is. I want you
to see that I am a good dog with a nice pussy. Please don't put me back. I
can be a really good dog."

"Go on..." I waited.

"I...I...I" he stuttered. I pulled the leash again. "So you can fuck me!"
he managed to get out. As far cry far Mr I'll die before I let you fuck
me", what a difference a day makes. My mother always told me that with
encouragement humans can achieve great things. Not sure if she mean bending
over and exposing your anus while begging to be fucked, but it is good to
know that she was right.

"Spread them wider bitch!" I ordered. I knew he couldn't really spread them
any further than he already was. He bottom was rock hard, was there was
room for much movement. "DO IT!"

"I am," He whined. "I swear. I can't pull them any wider. Believe me. I'm
not lying. I want to do anything you say."

"I want you to reach back and rub your cunt."

"What?" He asked as though he couldn't understand english. "I will." He
promised as my hand started to tighten on the leash. He moved one of his
fingers back to the tight pink hole and slowly started to touch it. I swear
his pussy quivered either with fear or anticipation, you be the judge. In
any case it was clenched together so tightly that I couldn't see how
anything larger than a pencil could fit in it.

"Rub it," I repeated. I hate to repeat myself. He would pay for that.  His
finger rubbed vigorously against the lips of his pussy.

"How does that feel Rocky?" I asked teasingly. "How does it feel to rub you
little cunt?"

"If feel...it hurts sir." He answered me honestly.

"I bet it never hurts when you friends fuck you after a match," I teased
him further. "I bet your pink little pussy opens like a flower for them
does it."

"No sir." he continued to rub his hole. " Never let anyone touch my
ass...My pussy before. I never even touched it myself."

"I like it when you lie to me puppy," I said threateningly. "It makes me
want to hurt you even more."

"I'm not lying sir," he said, try hard to convince me. "I tried to tell you
already, I never even thought about doing gay shit. I mean I knew some of
the fags- I mean the gay boys fancied me, and some of them even asked to
suck me off, but I never let them."

"So you preferred to do all the sucking yourself? Didn't want any
competition?"

"I swear-" He began. I'd had enough.

"Enough! If you don't want to be locked up again, you had better tell me
the truth." I pulled on the collar choking him. "Now tell me how much you
like having  that pussy of yours fucked."

His voice shook with fear as he said "I like it lot sir."

"You're going to have to do better than that if you don't want to go back
in that cell."I threatened him.

"Okay! I like it a lot sir!" He said in a loud voice. "I like getting
my...my...p-p-pussy fucked sir.

"WHY do you like getting you pussy fucked bitch!"

"It...I mean...I like that cocks sir...the way they feel inside me." I
smiled down at him, knowing that he was lying, but happy that I had forced
this once straight boy to talk about how much he liked being fucked. I
decided to give him a treat for his confession. I spat into his mouth.

"Stick your finger in your cunt while you tell how much you like to have
cocks pound you bitch!" I reached down and grabbed his nuts. "You want me
to hurt you first don't you?" I squeezed them.

"No, I don't!" He screamed.

"Then why aren't you fingering your pussy?" I asked.

"Don't be angry sir, but I can't." He begged. "Please don't make me finger
myself. Can't you leave me something. Why do you have to make do this?
Please let me keep some of my dignity. If you wanna fuck me go ahead. I'll
spread my spread ass sir, I even beg you to finger me. But I can't do it to
myself. Only girls and fags finger them. I may be a dog now, but I let me
be a dog without making me do gays shit to myself. I'm trying hard to be a
good dog. I know you are going to rape me, but please, I beg you to not to
be rough. If you be gentle I might even like it."

I just stood and looked at the puppy. He could tell that he had gone too
far, and was afraid of what I would do to him.

"Stand up," I said sotto voce.

"No...no...oh no..." He moaned. "Please don't hurt me master. PLEASE! I am
sorry. I don't mean to be bad, I just wanted to explain-" He seemed to be
rethinking the importance of not fingering himself verse whatever he
thought I was going to do to him.

"Okay...I do it." He reached back and put his fingers on the lips of his
pussy. He looked up at me and started to push his index finger in. Either
his finger couldn't bring itself to fuck his cunt, or he was too tight,
because no matter how hard he tried, his finger would not go in.

"Stand up," I said again in the lowest deepest voice.

I'm trying, but it wont go in. I'm too tight." I just looked at him. After
trying harder to finger himself. He stopped and staggered drunkenly to his
feet. This was the first time in over 24 hours that he had stood fully
erect in front of me. He legs shook like flags in the wind.

"Please don't it sir," He begged again. "Please don't hurt me."

"Come here," I said sweetly.

He started to shake violently all over. Who knew saying "Come here" could
cause such terror. Maybe it translates differently in dog speech.

As he tried to walk towards me, his legs buckled. Step two, his teeth
started to chatter. Step three, he looked ready to faint. At last he stood
in front of me. I have never in all my training seen a dog shake so much,
not even when I was beating them with a whip. I reached out my hand to
touch his shoulder. I swear on my rock hard ten inch better half that all I
was going to do was touch his shoulder. After all I used to feel human
emotions, and I felt some deep ingrained sympathy if not empathy for the
puppy. But as I extended my hand, he started to convulse and fell to his
knees in front of me. I looked down to see that he was pissing himself. His
big proud cock which I had teased earlier, was now a shriveled little
piss-clit.

I let him finish pissing in silence. My eyes looking blanking on him as
though reading the morning paper. After he finished, I calmly repeated to
him to stand up. He did finally get to his feet. I took his chin in my
hands and forced him to look me in the eyes.

"Rocky?" I said.

"Y-y-yes master," he said through chattering.

"So," I said, "You want me to be nice to you?" I smiled at him

"Yes...master...I-I-I mean no...I mean please, if you want to."

"You want me to make love you like girl?" He didn't know how to answer me,
so he said nothing. "You want me to buy you flowers and hold you, then eat
your little tight pussy before I fuck you?" I reached out and took him into
my arms. His skin was cold against mine.

"Its okay," I said soothingly. "Its okay."

He broke down completely. I let him sob for about twenty minutes.

For those of you falling asleep from boredom at this heartfelt romantic
scene. I can only repeat that there is method to my...Well you know the
saying.

After he finished sobbing, I asked him. "What do you want puppy?"

"To drink some wa- "He stopped. Too afraid to test this new found me. "To
drink sir." He settled on.

"You like drinking my pissy Rocky?" I asked.

"Mmm, Yes sir," he said. "I didn't like it at first sir, but I am soo th- I
mean I do like it now sir, I'm so thirsty.

"And you did like it when you begged me to rape you last night?" I asked.

"I...oh..I-"

"You want me to rape your throat again don't you. You want me to do it
harder. You want me to rape you throat so hard that you lose your voice?"

"I want to suck your cock sir," He said, avoiding the question.

"Answer me."

"Yes sir." He looked unsure as to whether or not I was going to hurt him.

"See, that wasn't hard. I knew you wanted my cock down your throat. I'm
doing this for you. I know how much you secretly want cock. I know you want
to be a good puppy."

He looked at me in fear, but slowly sank to his knees in front of my cock.

"Don't you like to look at my cock Rocky?" I asked.

"Yes sir." He looked truly mesmerized by my big boy.

"Go ahead," I encouraged him, "take it into your mouth. Just suck the head
for a while. You do want to suck my cock. don't you?"

He nodded as he took the head of my cock into his mouth. Better, I decided
to give him a little treat, and what could make a puppy happier than to
have a big bone and a drink at the same time.

I left a little piss dribble into his mouth. He moaned and drank it
thristhly. I let loose, and started to piss fully into his mouth. He
swallowed hard, trying his best not to spill any. I smiled down at my new
pissing drink puppy. I do "aim" to please. After he had his fill of my
piss, he started to suck my cock like he was possessed. He looked up at me,
his full pink lips wrapped tightly around my cock.

Suddenly everything fell into place. He was a big muscle god of a jock, but
underneath all of that was a small boy who had lived all his life in terror
of an overly strict father. A father for whom failure was always met with
hard punishment. While success was met with pride. I imagined his coach
must have been the same. Pushing him beyond the limits in the name of
success. Well I could play this game as well.

He really was a quick learner, and although I could tell that his throat
was killing him,  yet he was doing his best to take as much of my cock down
his throat. I smiled at him. The perfect encouraging father, proud that his
son could take his cock deep into his throat.

After about ten minutes of really good, if not perfect deep-throating,
Rocky gagged on my cock. I frowned down at him. His eyes filled with shame.

"I'm sorry," He said. "I'll try harder." He took my cock down his throat
again, and gagged again. Anger showed clearly on my face.

"I'm sorry sir-" he tried to explain.

"No," I said.

"Let me explain," He begged. "Let me try again, I'll get better, I swear,
I'll do better."

"No," I said again, raising my voice. I looked him straight in the eye.
"You are a failure. A failure as a man, a failure as a dog, and now you are
a failure as a cock-sucking faggot."

Tears started to run down his face as my words sank in. He started to shake
again, anticipating my punishment.

"I should have followed my first mind, and killed you yesterday. I saved
your pathetic little life because I thought that maybe you could sever some
use as a faggot hole for real men to fuck. But now I see I was wrong. Your
life has no purpose."

"Please let me try again." He pleaded. "Don't kill me master. You don't
have to rape my throat, I will get better. I know I am a failure. I let you
take me, because I was weak. If I had been a real man, I would have fought
harder, I would never have drank you piss. But if you let me, I'll be the
best dog you ever had. Just please let me live. PLEASE master!"

He look at me, as face full of tears and precum. I decided that one more
chance was okay.

"Alright puppy, I'll give you just one more chance to be a good little
faggot, and make your master happy. Now take my dick down your throat, and
you better not gag."

"Thank you so much sir." He looked so relieved.

"If you can take it down your throat for five minutes without gagging, I
will feed you and let you live. If you gag  once, or fuck up in anyway. I
will take you back to your cell and lock you in there for two weeks. No
food, no drink. Do you understand me."

Y-yes sir." He looked terrified, but he was an athlete, and I could see
frighten excitement at a chance to prove himself. Even if it was by taken
my cock deep into his throat.

"Go for it soldier," I said.

He leaned in with a look of concentrated determination and took cock into
his mouth. He mouth seemed drier than before.

For about three minutes he did very well for a young sucker of cocks.
Unfortunately it seemed to go to his head. He gave me a look as if to say,
"Look dad, I can deep-throat your cock without gagging". My cock
mercilessly sank deeper into his throat and he gagged hard. His eyes
widened in horror and he looked as if he would pass out.

I shook my head in disappointment.

"I'm s-s-sorry." he broke down again, looking too horrified to even beg for
his life.

"Lay on your stomach," I said. He looked confused. "Dogs and faggots get to
crawl on their hands and knees, but you are the lowest of the low. You
don't deserve to be a dog."

Even with the tears and the shame he nodded in agreement. This is the
second major lesson I have for new dogs. If the first lesson is to get them
to admit that they are dogs, then the second is to bring them to so low a
place that they admit that they are even below a dog.

He lay down on the floor and slided behind me to the corridor. As we
approached the door to cell #2, his body started to spasm. I thought he
might be having a seizure.

"Master," he said weakly, "I can't go back. Please I'll do anything.
Anything at all, Master please. I know I am a failure, but I always try
harder than anyone else. I'll work everyday. I'll do whatever you want. If
you want me to suck you off for the rest of my life I'll do it. I let you
fuck me sir. I don't think your big dick could fit into my ass sir, but
I'll do it."

"Your ass worm?" I asked him.

"I mean my pussy sir. I'm sorry, I won't forget again," he promised. "I'll
give you my pussy anytime you want it. I know you believe I was a faggot
before you took me, but I swear on my life I never let any you fuck me
before. I never even let my girlfriend put her finger in my ass...I mean my
pussy, even though she wanted to. I'll be very tight sir."

"No," I said. "Now crawl into the cell."

"Wait!" He cried wildly. "My throat!"

"What about your throat worm?"

" I know I am a failure. I know I don't even deserve to be a faggot, but
you liked raping my throat didn't you? You said my throat was made for
cocks. I believe you now. Please rape my throat again. You can even choke
me to death with your cock if you want. That would be better than starving
to death in that room sir. Please!"

"Crawl into your cell!" I ordered. He looked at me as though he was being
strapped to the electric chair.

"Is there anything I can do or say to make you change your mind master?" I
paused as though seriously considering the question.

"If anything occurs to me over the next two weeks I'll let you know."

I shut the door on his sad, terrified little puppy eyes. I went back to my
observation room. He was curled into the fetal position, crying. I hit the
temp button to raise the room to a normal temp. I wanted him to be as
comfortable as possible while he starved.