Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2011 11:40:35 -0800 (PST) From: don mumford Subject: (9) BRIAN'S AMAZINGLY FAST TRANSFORMATION Chapter 9 by Donny Mumford BRIAN'S AMAZINGLY FAST TRANSFORMATION Chapter 9 by Donny Mumford It's a precarious ride... I'm referring to balancing on a unicycle, especially wearing a sandwich board advertisement for Happy Tails Grooming, which is where we're heading right now. My four inch boner is still as hard as it was when it came out of the power pump and it's fully on display poking out the front of the tight fitting, stretchy-material pantyhose I'm wearing. The waistband of the too-small pantyhose barely reaches past the top of my dick so I feel almost naked. Well, except for the pantyhose and pink ballet slippers, I am naked. Okay, the sandwich board covers my chest and stomach, and most of my back, but it's not clothing, it's cardboard. My arms are straight out from my sides acting as balancing devices; by rotating them and shifting my weight slightly I can stay upright on the unicycle; that is, unless I need to stop. I've learned how to tip forward and come off the cycle seat without falling when we need to stop. Oh yeah, I've got a wrist cuff on both wrists; pink girlie frilly wrist bands; Brett can be such a prick! Yeah, so why am I infatuated with him? Oh, forget that, I've got all I can handle maneuvering this unicycle. Mikey's leading me with the help of a long leash attached to the dog collar around my neck. At Brett's command, Mikey's wearing a purple beanie with an orange pinwheel on top that twirls around making either a humming or a whirring sound at the slightest movement. If it twirls to the right it whirs; to the left it hums. Brett's off to the side pretending he has nothing to do with this bizarre circus act. Complicating my efforts is my ass which is stinging from the paddlings my little brother laid on me while training me to ride this thing, and my balls are aching too. They're clearly visible, covered in the pantyhose stretchy- material about eight inches below my boner; they mostly ache from the weight of the half pound lead ball that's attached above both nuts, swinging freely below my scrotum. Mikey gave then a hard crushing early in our training session and that started all the aching. He was testing the pacifier-gag that's stuffed inside my mouth preventing me from uttering a word. I've tried to allow myself to get into that trance-like state where I'm numb and acting robotic with everything, and not thinking about anything, but without Mikey or Brett ordering me around it's not happening, and neither of them are giving me orders at the moment. There are shoppers all about us, some of them seem to think it's fun seeing someone on a unicycle, but most are aghast at my outfit, and especially at my boner sticking straight out from my crotch. Brett thinks I'm going to be falling every minute of so, but he's wrong. My concentration is total, Mikey's trained me to concentrate and anticipate and, halfway there, I haven't fallen yet. That's saying something too because the crowds are getting larger as word spreads of a geek on a unicycle. I'm beginning to hear comments which breaks down my concentration and is hampering my balanced. Catcalls like, "Dude, if you're looking for the other half of your Baby Ruth candy bar, I think it's in your pantyhose!" Then gales of laughter follow, or someone will be pissed-off that another member of his species could look the way I look, or do what I'm doing, and they yell, "Get yourself some psychiatric help and for gods-sakes, put some clothes on!" and some one else follows that with, "Have you no decency? Get some self respect!" Of course there's the normal insults of, "Asshole!" "Geek!" "Freak!" and cries from parents that, "There are children here, you pervert! This isn't a porn theater!" That made me worry about a mall cop intervening like Officer Palson did outside the grooming shop when I was standing at attention right in the middle of the aisle, blocking the free flow of foot traffic. I'm not worried about Palson because Brett and Junior planted some weed in his locker and got him fired. They did it because officer Palso disrespected Brett, and then called him 'Skippy'. So Palson's history, but there are plenty of other security guards here at BJs and they're a concern. Then I hear, "O' Rielly! Over here!" I look over and see Josh Rose from my English Lit. class last year at Brown University. Oh fuck, now the University connection is checking in on me. I pretend he's got the wrong guy, but he makes his way through the crowd as my blush starts at my belly button and creeps up my torso, then my neck, then my face until the top of my head feels like it's on fire. Josh is right next to me now as Mikey pulls on my leash, yelling, "Let's go, Brian!" Well, fuck! Thanks a lot for verifying who I am. Josh is laughing, and then saying, "I know it's you, Brian! How can you show up in public like that, and what's with the shaved head and dog collar? WTF, Brian? I always knew something was wrong with you, but never in a million years would I think you're this fucked up." My eyes are blurry as I try desperately to ignore him, but then he goes, "Is that your erection, is that what's poking out your tights?" People are still calling out insults as we near the groomers, I can't fucking see for all the sweat pouring off my head, Josh goes, "Smile!" and he takes two quick pictures with his cell phone, adding, "Wait'll I show these to Mary what's-her-name, ya know that girl you tried to date from our class?" I start wobbling, then the unicycle's tire runs over a little kids foot who starts screaming, and down I go in a pile to land on numerous passers-by. Punches and expletives ensue as I'm scrambling to get up. Mikey drops the leash and walks away; above the mayhem I can hear him and Brett laughing. Dragging the unicycle, bumping it into people's shins, I luckily make it out of the group and hustle up a side aisle to escape the wrath of the masses. How I managed that, I have no idea; finally some good luck. I don't know what happened to Josh, but he does have those pictures. Hidden in an unused selling booth, I wait five minutes before venturing out cautiously to see if a security guard is searching for me, but calmness has already replaced the mayhem I created. People have things to do and places to go, and now they have one of those, "You're not going to believe this!" story to tell friends. Gathering up my leash, I get up on the unicycle and take a back route to the groomers. As I come out into the crowds again I see Brett and Mikey outside Happy Tails Grooming with huge Molly, the groomer. The boys look at each other, then smile and give me a thumbs up. I feel proud as I hop off the cycle. "Good boy, Brian!" Brett says, and Molly goes, "Okay, Brett... you get the twenty bucks," and she gives it to him as Mikey says to me, "If you didn't come up to the shop riding the unicycle, Brett wouldn't have gotten the twenty bucks, so... good on you, bro!" I feel even prouder. Molly's got a leash in each hand; there's a matching large dog at the end of both leashes. Molly says to Brett, "Should I leave his gag in, or what?" and Brett chuckles, and goes, "Sure, dogs can't talk, Molly" and she does her boisterous laugh, then says, "You boys and your games... I love the kinky stuff! Okay, see ya in an hour or so." To me she goes, "Come on, Brian, we're late getting started and to make matters worse, I've got a rush order for these too male American Mastiffs. One of my best clients so we're doubling up today." Brett says to me, "Well, do what she says, get moving... we'll be back for ya in an hour or so." I drag the unicycle inside and take off the sandwich board, then follow Molly through the door to the large grooming room. She says, "Lets do everything like last time; get on all fours and I'll treat you like one of my special big-boy dogs; like these two Mastiffs here." I better follow orders or she'll complain to Brett, so I get down on my hands and knees, and she pulls off my ballet slippers, without commenting on them, and then strips my pantyhose off, one leg at a time. As she's unbuckling my collar one of the Mastiffs is sniffing at my asshole, I feel it's black nose at my crack. Jesus! That'll give ya a shock! Molly leads the two big Mastiffs into a large group cage, then smack me on the ass with her big man-hand, "SLAP!!!" I can't yelp because of the gag, but my rear legs jump off the floor; she doesn't realize her own strength. "Get in there, honey... I gotta fetch a couple of the little dogs and get them soaking in their bath water. Busy, busy, busy!" To avoid another smack on my ass I hustle, on all fours, into the cage with the Mastiffs and Molly clicks the cage closed. It's a little crowded in here but one of the big dogs laid down and appears to have gone to sleep. They're both over three feet tall, and must weight a hundred seventy-five pounds each, which is twenty-five more than I weigh. I'll admit it, I'm a little nervous being in here with these two, but I can't say anything about it, obviously; anyway, Molly's in the other section retrieving the small dogs. These two have shortish fawn colored coats with large black snouts. Powerful, big dogs, but friendly... hopefully. The smell coming off them is a little bit too much dog odor, so they do need a bath. And... oh fuck, the nosy one is sniffing my ass again. Then, just like that, it's powerful front paws are gripping my sides, it's fur covers my back and it's big snout nuzzles the back of my neck, then nips my shoulder and I'm ready to pee myself. This is scary! It's so fast, poking me with his dick all around my asshole with what feels like a firm, but not bone hard, narrow, long cock. It's paws are holding me so tightly I don't think I could get away if I had the room to, and in this cage I've no chance. The fucking dog is peeing on me or something, or shooting watery spunk on my ass. Really quick pokes with that dick of his and now I'm yelling in my head because the dog found my asshole, and with a yelp from the dog, it's cock is inside me. The humping frenzy he gets into is unbelievable, but I'm afraid to struggle because the Masstiff's large head is next to mine, growling in it's throat and drooling thick saliva down the side of my head. It keeps pumping my hole and more fluid is rolling out my asshole, and now there's a swelling, a big swollen knot grows out of the dog's cock just on the other side of my sphincter muscle; it's getting bigger and bigger as his rod gets harder and harder. If I didn't know it was a dog's cock it might feel good, I've never been fucked with such constant, fast penetrations. Damn, my balls are churning and a drop of precum just dripped on the cage floor. More growling, and then a kind of crying sound from this big bastard, then more nips on my shoulder and I know that big fucker broke the skin with that last one. All of a sudden I feel the need to tighten all my stomach muscles, afraid I'm going to spunk. He keeps humping me, fucking my ass with a cock that gets bigger and bigger, and those strong paws holding me in place, the smell, and the feel of the rough coat surrounding me... all of it's so surreal, but my cock feels good. My head goes down now, and I can't stop myself from pushing my ass back into the dog's thrusts as he fucks me faster. It's different than a human fuck because of the swelling at the base of his cock which has me captured; we're stuck together. I try pulling off it but the dog just pulls with me; we're hooked like one. More growling so I stop struggling as wetness continues drooling out of my asshole; I look under me and see my boner bobbing and dripping, then look at the inside of my thighs and see a watery clear liquid drooling down both legs. The powerful hind legs of the dog firmly are planted on the floor and he ain't going nowhere. In my head I moan a quiet moan because it's surreal for sure, but feeling so good now it's sick. And the realizations that I'm being fucked by a big dog, and I'm not hating it like I should, has me wondering: what the fuck has Junior and Brett done to my brain? When this big canine has fucked me into a docile bitch, he surprises the shit out of me by swinging his leg over my back and turning around so that it's hind end is up tight with my buttocks. He's no longer holding me in place with it's paws, we're attached, facing away from each other; at least it's off my back and can't nip me anymore. Then a different feeling in my ass and a different liquid is now drooling from my ass. I again look back between my legs and see a milky substance joining what previously was the watery clear liquid. I think the dog just shot his load. "Oh no!" I hear Molly yell, and over to our cage she runs. "Damn, he's got you good now, honey. No way you can separate before his engorged bulb goes down, and that can take anywhere from five to twenty minutes. He's inseminated you, I can see the milky seepage. The wet liquid is just clear stuff to lube the way, ya might say." I'd like to ask questions of course, but can't because of my gag. And while it's certainly weird, even this unimaginable embarrassment seems okay to me 'cause it's here... that's probably because Molly's the dog groomer and she thinks mostly of me as one of her dogs, and so do I when I'm getting groomed; and getting fucked too now, I guess. I don't know what to think. She says, "Texas, that's the dog that's just mated with you... he, like all dogs, has a long pink penis that's hidden in a sheath until it's needed. Their penis isn't erect when they penetrate the bitch, in this case you, but rather it becomes erect from the humping inside you; there's a bone in their penis that aids in penetration. Did he pump you hard and fast when he entered you?" I nod my head that he did, and she says, "He was pumping his sperm up directly from his testicles, it's not stored like human males. Dogs pump out the clear liquid while the bulb at the base of their penis is engorging itself with blood, and that locks his penis inside your pussy... er, ha ha ... ass, in your case, until he pumps his sperm into you. When he turned around on you, that's when he pumped sperm up inside you; it was pumped directly from his testicles into your vagina." I roll my eyes and try to move, but I'm locked to Texas's hind quarters. Molly says, "Give a holler when Texas is through with you and I'll put him in the bath to soak," and she does a hardy laugh, adding, "And and cool him off too," and she's gone. I'm thinking, "Duh! She says, 'Give a holler' but I can't holler, I can't whisper, I can make a friggin' sound!" She's too busy today, last time she was soothing and nice, and I ended up being very docile for her, just the way the real dogs are for her. Ah, she's good. I test the hold of Texas's cock but the bulb still to engorged to slip past my sphincter. It's no longer sexy though, when Texas stopped fucking me it because just a pain in the ass, figuratively and literally. I'm sore back there, nothing major, but sore. All of a sudden the ridiculousness of my situation hits me and I laugh in my head, grinning around my pacifier-gag. This is so far out there it's hard for me to believe, and it's happen to me. Mikey and Brett won't believe it. I reach back and pat Texas feeling the muscles of his upper leg. Jeez, he could kill me in here if he got pissed off, I gotta be careful. With that in mind, I stay very still until, about ten minutes later, I actually feel his cock bulb shrink. He squirts some more clear fluid inside me and it rolls out my anus as he withdraws his cock. I get a quick look at it; it's about three-quarters of an inch around and maybe five inches long. Very pink, but it disappears into a sheath of skin almost immediately after withdrawal. Texas doesn't appear interested in me now as he lays down next to the other American Mastiff, who looks just like Texas. The other one picks up his head and looks at me, I back up against the cage with my front towards the dog-with-no-name and scan the room for Molly. The amounts of fluid that's still drooling out of my ass is amazing. Texas really filled me up, and some of the milky sperm has dried on my thighs giving me this queasy feeling in my stomach... yuck! Here comes Molly finally, she asks, "You okay, honey? That was a very rare deal, very rare!" She unlocks the cage, and says to me, "Turn around, cutie, and let me make sure your okay." I turn around on all fours and the dog-without-a-name comes right over to sniff my ass. Molly chuckles, and says, "No, Sam Huston! Back!" Sam, the dog, lies down again looking chastised as Molly spreads my ass cheeks, going, "Mmmmm," he got ya good, honey. There's some swelling. Did he hump you long?" I nod my head, liking her concern and her attention to me. She reaches between my legs then and pulls my swinging scrotum back, then rubs my cock and laughs. "Why you devil, Brian! Texas got you all sexed up, didn't he. Your little boner's as hard as Texas's cock got inside your rectum, huh?" I can't speak to tell her about the power pump and penis ring, but in all truthfulness Texas did have me almost spunking in my cage. Molly pats my ass, saying, "You're okay, Brian," thinking the dog caused my boner, then she's chuckling, adding, "Ha ha, you know how to enjoy yourself. If Brett hadn't given me specific instructions to leave the gag in, I'd take it out to hear your story. Is Texas a good sex partner?" and she's patting the large head of the Mastiff now. Then she backs out taking Texas with her, and I hear, "Hi Aunt Molly!" It's the niece that watched me get groomed two weeks ago. Molly goes, "Oh, hi Cheryl! Texas fucked the college boy," and they both laugh, then Molly goes, "No, he really did, look." Cheryl comes over and Molly spreads my ass cheeks again, "Look at the dried sperm," Cherly's making the, "Ewwww," sound which gets Molly laughing again. My body temperature from blushing is around the hundred degree mark, and no way can I turn my head to face this girl who's a year or two younger then me. Molly's all business again, she says, "I'm swamped today, Cheryl. I said you could watch me groom the college kid, but you and you're friends are gonna need to be real quiet so you don't spook the dogs. The two of them are walking away, as I'm thinking, "Did she say 'and your friends?' and'don't spook the dogs?' how about, "don't spook me?" Before that thought was completed, Sam Houston mounts me and I groan in my throat and bump my head at the end of the cage trying to get away, but he's much too powerful and holds me in place with his front paws. His hind quarter is humping and spraying me with the watery liquid and then his soft penis, with the aid of a bone running through it, impales me right in the middle of my anus and pushes in to begin a fast fucking of my ass that instinct's telling Sam is needed to pump sperm his sperm up from his testicles. Even though he fucks me exactly like Texas did, everything about Sam Houston'e fuck goes quicker and smoother than Texas's, and maybe that's because I know what to expect and I'm opening my legs and pushing my pussy up so the dog has full access; I'm accommodating him to get it over with. That goddamn Molly shouldn't have left me with these horny fuckers! By me cooperating with Sam I eliminate the nips on my shoulders and, even though Texas got me sore back there, the fast fucking is beginning to feel good again and I find myself licking around my lips and concentrating on the sensations. A long string of dog drool runs down my neck as Sam's gasping for air, and then a screech, and Cheryl's yelling, "Babbs, Tim, Mark, hurry... the dogs screwing the queer!" Whatever enjoyment I was having evaporates in an instant. Soon the cage is surrounded by five college age kids, all pointing and talking at once. Then Sam's ready to shoot his sperm into me so he does nip me, then lifts a leg over my back turning around and with the college kids excitable talking Sam stands there pouring milky sperm up my ass. It begins draining out around Sam's cock as one of the kids says, in awe, the dog just shot his load up this dork's ass... see the cum. "Ewww, that's gross!" many giggles then the dog just stand there with his hind quarters squeezed against my buttocks, a blank expression on it's face. I know that nothing in my life will be this humiliating ever again, so I'm getting it out of the way now. I'm so grateful the kids are concentrating on my ass, they'd need to crawl over another cage to get a look of me sideways and see my boner poking straight down from my belly... once in a great while I get lucky. I'm trying to think of something else, anything else but my current situation, when something pops in my head: "Did Cheryl say 'Babbs?" I went to high school with a Babbs; how many Babbs can there be? The kids are babbling insulting remarks, laughing as they go. I've no intention of turning my head to see if this Babbs is the Babbs I knew four years ago. I had a date with her for the senior prom and dumped her a week before the dance because I got a chance to go with Debby Snyder, who was so hot at the time! Her boyfriend got arrested and she didn't have a date so was happy to go with me. Unfortunately, this left Babbs without a date. Oh man, was she pissed... and it was a lousy thing for me to do, I know, but that was then, so fuck it now... nothing I can do, and it's probably not even her. Molly comes bustling in scolding the kids and making them stand against the far wall where they're told they can watch, but no talking. She tells then, "The college kid is next for grooming, so watch but keep your traps shut!" Then she recognized Mark, and goes, "Hey, hotshot! Getting ready to go back to college?" He goes, "Oh yeah. Hey, is it alright if I film this? It'll be awesome for my film project at school." Molly's like, "I can't say no to you, handsome, but ya gotta blank out his face. Okay?" Marks like, "Oh, definitely." When Molly leaves, the kids all laugh, and then Mark mimics Molly, "ya gotta blank out his face," and more laughing with the other boy, Tim, saying, "Riiiight!" Oh man... did I just say I've had the most humiliating experience I'll ever experience? And five minutes later it's beginning to look like maybe my most humiliating experience is yet to come, and this sucks so bad! It's so fucking unfair I could scream except I'm mute! I'd like to kill somebody, and let's start with Cheryl and work my way to Mark. Oh fuck, I gotta calm down. I'm helpless and I need to make the best of a bad situation. Okay, that's better... just roll with the punches. Like I said before, I'll never see these people away from here, so what do I care?! Well, I care, but it's bearably if my humiliation isn't in front of people I know. Then, to my relief, Sam shoots the watery liquid up my ass and disengages. I'm just about as sore as I was after Texas fucked me so no real damage done. Sam lay down in a big ball and went back to sleep. Ten minutes later Molly came for me. She picked me up in my hands-and-knees position; one of her massive arms across my chest and the other under my buttocks. Without another word about me being fucked by two dogs. she carries me, with dog sperm dripping from my ass, and set me down next to Texas in a thirty inch deep vat of lukewarm water. Texas looks over lazily at me, then loses interest. The next twenty minutes follow exactly the procedures from my first grooming of bungee cord restraints, soaking, washing, rinsing, fingernails and toenails cut to the quick, and doggy hair clipper grooming down to my flesh. The college kids can't control themselves and call out from timer to time, but mostly it's that annoying giggling, louder than necessary, and the forced laughter which is so degrading, but I've got nothing to combat their ridicule of me. I'm basically a limp pile of flesh on the table next to Texas. The dog's finished before me and Molly puts him back in his cage all clean and smelling icky with that doggy deodorant. With Texas out of the way I finally get a look at the audience and see that it is the Babbs I know, and she's recognized me too apparently because she's doing what Roy the paperboy did at my first grooming. Roy looked at my dick, and it was totally shrunken at the time because I'm been soaking so long; he held his thumb and forefinger about an inch apart, with a smart-ass smirk on his face. He's about twelve or thirteen and he then opens his fingers wide and points to his crotch; then closes them to one inch and points to my dick. I wanted to ignore him but my face turned so red it made him laugh, and then dismiss me with a wave of his hand. I could'a killed him. Now Babbs is holding her thumb and forefinger about an inch apart, just like Roy. The others pick up on it and do the same; kids can be so cruel. I have no way to respond except with my eyes and that ain't much. When Molly dips me in the rinsing tank again, then bungee cords me to the table, spread-eagled on my back so I'm unable to move, the kids slowly approach. Moly makes a face, then says, "Okay, you can watch closer, but no talking." Marks taking video with the lens focused on my face, then it travels down to my boner that's still sticking straight up and as hard as stone. Molly lathers my head and begins a close shave using what she tells the kids is called a balding razor. I hear the sandpaper sound as she scraped the hair down to the scalp. "Does it feel smooth," ask Babbs. "Sure does honey, feel it," and Babbs reaches over with one finger to feel, "Wow! That's bald alright!" I take a deep breath through my nose feeling like a freak. When Molly's concentrating on the shaving, one of the boys picks up the long plastic pointer and pushes at my boned-up cock. He mutters, "Holy shit, it's as rigid as a statue. Is it real?" and they all laugh with Molly going, "Shhh!" as she finishes shaving my head shiny bald. After washing my bald head with a wet sponge, eliminating random shaving cream remnants, she wets down my crotch, then adjust my feet into stirrups and spreads my legs apart, raising them until my asshole is looking out at her. She mutters, "Perfect," and extends the shaving cream from my groin to the bottom of my ass cheek crack. "I need to use a straight razor for this, and it's something that requires training before you can even pick-up a straight razor," she lectures to the giggling college students who are exchanging looks like, "Can you believe this shit?!!" Molly sounds proud and is unaware of the mocking the kids are doing at me and Molly too actually. I'm beyond humiliated in this position so I keep my eyes shut and pray this will soon be over. Molly informed me when we started that she won't have the time today for a full body shave, and I'm so glad of that. When my grooming's over today I intend begging my master to forbid Molly to allow an audience watch future grooming. Molly breaks into my thoughts by saying to the college kids, "Would one of you put on disposable gloves from that box and help hold his buttock apart while I shave around his anus?" Tim says, "Sure, I'll help," and pulls a couple of plastic gloves out of the box. I'd just as soon die now, this is way beyond embarrassing and to make things worse, I'm feeling claustrophobic again. Molly spreads my ass cheeks wide and Tim puts a hand on each one, stretching them further apart, until it's painful. Molly goes, "Oh, that's excellent Timmy, hold it just like that," as she begins shaving around my asshole and up my crack." This is so dehumanizing, words can describe it. I hate that I'm blushing like mad, as Tim begins mugging for the other kids pretending my hole stinks and stuff like that. Tim's looking kinda cute, and his hands feel nice on my ass. When Molly says, "All done," meaning shaving my anus, she begins shaving my groin area and Tim comically holds his cute nose with one hand as he pushes his gloved finger two inches up my ass, everyone bursts out laughing as my eyes get wide open and I'm squirming against the bungee cords, unable to move more than an inch one way or the other. Molly's stern now, "Okay, kids... no more of that!" They pretend to be properly chastised as she finishes shaving my private parts. "Who want to help me out by working Nair into his crotch and asshole? I'm really backed-up in the main room, and it only takes about ten minutes to do it properly, which is to say, dissolve the hairs under the skin. Any takers?" Babbs is putting on disposable gloves, saying, "I'd like to help!" and Molly's like, "Well, aren't you sweet!" She sets her up with a large container of Nair hair depilatory, and leaves me in the hands of these nitwits. First she leaves me with horny dogs who fuck me, and now this, but yet... it's dangerously sexy somehow as my eyes travel from one face to next... the boys are prettier than the girls... Oh fuck! Where did that thought come from? As soon as Molly leaves the area the kids close in around me, all of them pulling on disposable gloves. Tim rubs over my anus and then strokes my boner, prompting Marks to say, "What the fuck, dude? You gay or something?" and Cheryl says, "Let's watch Brian shoot off. I mean, look at the size of that thing... can he even climax?" That makes me wince as Babbs begins rubbing the Nair around the base of my cock, muttering, "My ten year old brother has a bigger dick than this!" Oh man, I wish I took her to the prom, she's scary when she's out for revenge... but it's beginning to be a load off my mind. I deserve pay back which I'm getting; plus, all these kids around me, prodding me and rubbing my body... it's beginning to feel good. Mark goes, "Hey, give me some of that," and he scoops out a glob of Nair and begins rubbing it into my scalp. "He wants bald, so we'll give him bald," and the laughing starts again. That scares me at first, but it feels good too and soon all of them are spreading Nair from my head to my toes, and it's burning a little, but tingling nicely too. The reality of it hits me and I don't want to lose the hair on my head, and for a few seconds there I'm really feeling sorry for myself, and tears are forming in my eyes. More humiliation now as the tears begin to roll down my cheeks making the kids chuckle, and say, "Maybe it's the fumes from this chemical. Hee hee." Babbs, the bitch, extends my scrotum it's full eight inches, then picks up the weight and drops it on my perfectly round balls, asking, "Now is the small dick baby sorry he dumped me for that slut who puts out for everybody?" I tried to nod my head, to admit I'm sorry, but the pain in my balls has me crossing my eyes, and all the kids laugh again. Along with my obvious discomfort, a strange feeling of pleasure slowly is overtaking my brain and my crying helps to get me realizing I'm a much more immature younger boy, then these kids. I've been bad and need to be disciplined by these older kids. of course, maybe it's my brain once again altering reality so that I can better accept the inevitable. I don't know; all I know is I'm slipping into one of those pleasurable states of mind and now I want them to take all my hair. When Babbs mentioned me dumping her a few seconds ago, the other kids are like, "What, whaddaya mean?" and Babbs tells them the prom story, and what a prick I was back then, and I'm thinking, "Yes! I deserve my discipline for that! Discipline me hard!!. The story pisses them all off, as it should, and three of them work with renewed effort rubbing the Nair as deep into the pours of my scalp as possible, which begins to excite me big time! The idea of being totally hairless gets my dick quivering and my sore, hard balls begin to come to life. Babbs has been working Nair into my ass crack and all around my cock, and now she's stroking my cock with slippery Nair on her glove; her other gloved hand caresses my long scrotum, and occasionally squeezes my nuts. Initially I would have thought she could stroke me for two years and I wouldn't cum under these conditions, but that's totally changed in the last five minutes; I deserve to be humiliated, and now I like these college kids, who don't like me at all; and I like that they're giving me what I deserve, without pity. The feel of their hands is so exciting and now my balls are really churning spunk as I once again try squirming but the cords have me secure and I can hardly move a muscle. My dick's so boned-up that most of the foreskin's been drawn back, but Babbs, her lips perched together, concentrating on the task at hand, is working the small amount of foreskin available on and off the head of my boner and it's soon obvious to me I'm gonna have a big orgasm, and now I want one so bad, and I'm really into these kids. Maybe the dogs fucking me got me aroused, well... no 'maybes' about it, they did... and now all these hands rubbing my body with me fully aware that they're stripping me of my hair, maybe permanently, and it's the nerve of them and the fact they do whatever they want with me, that's such a major turn on, and that kid,Tim, is so cute, and a minute ago he stuck his finger up my ass and stroked my cock a few times; then, finally this hand job by Babbs, as she gets revenge, it's the best part... I'm gurling in my throat, wishing I could squeal like a school girl at how hot I'm feeling, how sexually aroused I am! It's all so perfect and now I'm feeling so grateful to these wonderful kids, who are all far superior to me; grateful their doing this to my body and mind. Babbs, with the slipper depilatory Nair on her gloved hand, is creating an awesome feeling on my cock, my cock that's been boned up hard for almost two hours now. This handjob is a wonderful way to finish me off, and did it ever finish me off. Blowing air out my nose like a bull in heat, I contract every muscle in my body and fire off a long luscious stream of spunk from my throbbing cock head; the force of the ejaculation burns my pee slit; the string of hot creamy spunk goes straight up until gravity stops it and forces it to retreat back down on my body as another string of cum traveles in an arc to land near my knee; three more spurts and I'm blacking out from sensory overload. The kids are yelling and cheering with each stream of cum Babbs milks from my nuts; truly an awesome experience, one I hope can be repeated again in two weeks. I've changed my mind about whining to my master and my little brother about the audience at my grooming; I love it!. The after affects of my incredible climax shimmered around my body causing my shoulders to shake, my long toes to curl, and a shiver to run down my spine. My penis is still engorged with erectile fluids because of the cock ring, but it's not nearly as hard and I'm coming down off the orgasm quickly. After orgasm things don't seem as cut and dry as they did when I was sexually excited, aroused like never before, and now I'm wondering about the possibility of losing my hair permanently... and what's Molly's reaction going to be when she sees how the kids disobeyed her. Well, I won't have to wait long to find out; Molly's heard the uproar from the college kids and she's striding down the aisle now, sputtering, "Wha.. I can't believe..." then she sees the stripes of cum on my body and Babbs still has a hand on my cock; plus, I'm covered in Nair. Molly's like, "Ah ah, oh..." then she bursts out with her raucous laugh, slapping her large thigh. The kids giggle nervously; they were wondering if they'd got themselves in hot water. Tim's continuing to slowly rub the Nair into my scalp as he's showing the cutest, boyish nervous grin. I'm getting a thing for Tim; wish he could be one of my assistant trainers. Catching her breath, Molly gives a mock scolding lecture, "Cheryl! You are so bad!" then more laughing from Molly and the kids join in, no longer fearing that they're in trouble. "You remind me so much of myself at your age; full of devilment. Oh man, you're all so naughty," and she rubs Mark's shoulder, mumbling, "Such a handsome young man," then, remembering me, she pats a bare spot on my arm, saying, "No harm, no foul, Brian. Kids just being kids. We'll get ya cleaned up and let me tell ya, it won't be necessary to shave you at your next grooming. Well, I'm not sure, we'll see. Anyway...," and she's undoing the cords, saying to the kids, "Since you messed him up, you clean him up. Rinse him off real well in the big rinsing tank, then get him set up in front of the driers and tie him down. I'll check on you in ten minutes or so." Then to me, "Be real docile for the kids, they'll do a good job for ya." Now, let's get serious, they haven't done a good job so far, and why should they; they don't know what the fuck they're doing. I not mad at the kids though, I'm not as thrilled with them as I was before my climax, but I'm still under their spell some... I'm glad they're going to be handling me some more, but it's Molly who I'm disappointed in. She's been irresponsible, and unlike my first grooming she hasn't given me that feeling of wishing I was one of her dogs. What the fuck, maybe this is better. The kids fumble the rest of the bungee cords off me, then each grab one of my limbs, no not that one, and carry me over to a big tank of water. They swing me, going, "One, two, three!" and fling me into the tank... it's the soapy tank though, so they fish me out, laughing, goofing off, and acting younger then they are. At the other tank it's the same thing, and on the count of three, in I go. It's never pleasant being dipped in water that dogs have been bathed and rinsed in all day, but what's the sense of me complaining? I have no say about anything, and thinking that thought has me squeezing my half boned-up cock. I'm getting to like being powerless; it's sexy having someone completely control you. Now, if it didn't include sexual activities like it does for me, then it would suck. I'm squirming in the water with sexual overtones just because I don't know what these four kids will do to me next. Tim keeps pushing my head under whenever I'm near enough to the water's edge for him to reach my head. I'm beginning to be desperate for air and start floundering in the water. After being forced to drink a couple of mouthfuls of that disgusting water Mark helps keep my head above water while I suck in air through my nose so fast my nostrils are quivering. While that's going on, Tim's got a hand between my legs squeezing my cock, saying, "You're got the largest clitoris I think I've ever seen, how's this feel on your twat?" Of course I can't speak, but I hear the others chuckling and I'm starting to think my favorite, Tim, is a prick. The gang carries me over to the drying area and hook me up with bungee cords in a ridiculous manner, then turn on the driers full force. I don't hear them leave, but it's the last I see of them. Guess they lost interest 'cause I wouldn't fight them; why would I, I liked it. Yeah, I did, but now I'm again worried about my hair... the hair on my head primarily, but it could get embarrassing going through life without pubic hairs too. The kids got the hair under my arms, and then I get another worry: did they Nair my eyebrows? That will be freaky bad if they did. There was so much hand activity on my head I wasn't paying attention to where it was, specifically. Rustling around, in what amounts to a hurricane wind from that powerful drying fan, I free a hand from the bungee cords; something I wouldn't be able to do if Molly secures me in, and felt my eyebrows. Nothing but skin; they took my eyebrows. My eyes tear-up again, but my dick stirs too... it's as if the worse my superiors do to me, the more sexually aroused I get. I don't know how long it takes for eyebrows to grow out, but until they do I'm gonna look freaky indeed. Good, it's what I need to make me realize you can't treat people like Babbs the way I treated her. This training is teaching me humility, and so much more. I'm as dry as the Sahara desert by the time Molly comes to turn off the drier fans. "Everybody abandon you, honey, she asks, as she releases me from the cords. I shrug my shoulders, getting used to not speaking, as Molly picks me up like a dog; me on all fours. she gets an arm under my ass and across my chest. Carrying me back into the main area, she says, "Brett was here for you on time, but we're late with all our appointments today so I sent him away. He'll be back for ya shortly." She's holds me against her large breast with one hand as she undoes the latch on a medium size cage, then slides me in head first clicking closed the latch near my ass. "Sorry about the small cage, but it's the only one available at the moment." Then I hear her footsteps walking away... whoa, this is tight. No way I can turn around, or even lay down. Before closing the door to my cage she pressed my feet up to my ass, which is possible now as a result of the doggie tie-up of my legs during training sessions. When she slammed the gate my toes poked through the spokes of the door, and my head bent back with my face pressed up against the wire mesh at the back of the cage. I'm literally crammed in so tightly I can't move a muscle and it occurs to me now, at this terribly inconvenient moment, that I need to pee so badly I can taste it. I didn't have the urge when the kids were dunking me in the tanks full of water; water that dogs pee in regularly, by the way. Oh no, not me, I need to pee when I can't move, when there aren't any options. Goddammit! What an idiot I am. I hold it in for twenty minutes, but no sightings of Brett or Mikey or Molly. It's a sharp pain in my bladder now and I've got my old enemy claustrophobia fucking with my mind now too; it has me screaming in my head, so to hell with it... I let the pee flow out. I'm so cramped the pee stream, through my semi-boner, is directed at my chest and as the warm wet urine covers my chest and streams down my belly and onto my thighs I laugh to myself 'cause I'm actually enjoying the feeling of peeing on myself, and the smell's awesome too. Why wouldn't I like it; I'm a dog, aren't I? What do I give a shit about some piss? Of course, a few minutes later I change my mind; the pee's cooled and the stale pee smell is strong and unpleasant. I'm not really a dog after all, and I'm miserable now. I've been noticing that things done to me can seem great for a few minutes, then can sometimes appear horrible on second thought, and I don't know why that is. Brett said he and Junior will change me into what they want me to be, and I can see I'm changing, it's just that my opinion of things as the change takes place swings from one opinion to the opposite in a matter of minutes... all part of the change I guess. I no longer have any doubt I'll be what Brett wants me to be, and I'm glad of that too; it's just hard sometimes. I'm in my pee stained cage realizing I miss Brett and Mikey, when I hear Molly's booming voice say, "Okay, Brett, you got it! I'll get him right now, honey." She's opening the cage ten seconds later, going, "Aww, did ya have an accident, honey? Pulling me out in the position I'm in, on all fours, she buckles my dog collar around my neck, and says, "Come on over and let me wipe some of that nasty pee pee off ya, " but I'm cramped up and can't move very well so she picks me up and dips me in the water up to my shoulders, muttering, "I shouldn't have put your collar on until I dunked ya." Then on the drying table again, on my hands and knees, she turns on the hurricane drying fan, and holds onto the back of my neck instead of tying me up. I'm fairly dry in sixty seconds, the air swishing over my hairless body feels different, but cool. Molly carries me, in the dog-carry style, into the dress area and pulls on my pantyhose, but leaves my nuts hanging outside the panties. "Oops," she says as she gathers up the eight inches of scrotum and the half pound weight and drops them down the front of my pantyhose. "Here, Brian... put on your pretty wrist cuffs, and your ballet slippers." As I'm doing that, she slips the sandwich boardw over my head, then put's Mikey's pinwheel beanie on my bald head, saying, "Brett says you get to wear this back to the gym," and she flicks the pinwheel creating a whirring noise, then laughs her big laugh. My muscles have loosened up; I get the unicycle and walk out to meet Brett and my little brother, Mikey. They both come right over, real curious to see how I look, Mikey's stunned, "He goes, oh my god! Mom's gonna shit!" then he laughs, pointing at my eyes, "They took his eyebrows too!" Brett's shaking his head, murmuring, "You and me, Mikey... we're breaking new ground with out training techniques. My brother's gonna be stealing my methods before long. Look at Brian... he looks like a, a... I don't know, a fucking alien!" They both get the giggles at that, hugging each other as they giggle. It kind of makes me jealous to see that... I wanna hug with them too. Finally Molly comes out with the list of charges, and says to Brett, "I didn't charge ya for the full body Nair treatment, but if we do it at your request it a hundred dollars... just so ya know. The total for today is ninety dollars, so put in a chit for that and you work it out with Brian however you want." Brett's shrugging his shoulders, "I told you we do payroll deduction for him, no sweat! The money's no problem." She waves goodbye and hurries to groom the next dog. I'm thinking, "Ninety dollars is no problem? Are you shitting me? That's a day's pay, after taxes. I'm gonna have squat for spending money at college!" Then, for the first time ever, I thought, "Do I really want to go back to Brown? What will I need a university education for? I'm liking this life, I'll ask my master what he thinks." That thought brought back my boner... I love the idea that I'm going to ask advise from a fifteen year old about something as important as this. I squeeze my groin muscles and a drop of precum glistened at my pee slip. No doubt about it, I get off sexually being dominated, especially by Brett and my little brother. Oh, my dick feels soo good again now that it's hard, I want to stroke it so bad, but I don't for fear of a paddling. I'm remembering Tim stroking my cock, when Brett orders, "Let's go, freak... mount up and get this unicycle back to the gym." I reach down and do a quick grope at my crotch, croaking out, "Yes, master," causing a passer by to turn and look at us with a frown on his face that seems to question: 'Master?' What the....? Getting back was a breeze, the experience curve set in and I did great riding that unicycle, which I think disappointed the boys. What the hell, for them I did a header right outside the gym hoping to get a laugh from them, but I unfortunately partially landed on my boner which quickly retreated to semi-status. Both boys got a good laugh at my retreating boner, but they but they knew I did it my spill on purpose so Brett goes, "See smart-ass, ya mess around and get hurt!" Inside it was back to business: Mikey had me strip, get at attention, and then he and Brett scrutinized my hairless body in amazement. They'd never seen anybody this hairless, not even babies, and the more they rubbed and gawked at me the worse I felt ,'cause it's like I'm a freak or something. Finally Mikey takes me into the locker room and unlocks the penis ring, then removes my pacifier gag. When I tried to talk I find I can only make babbling sounds which annoy Mikey so he slaps the side of my face with his little hand, and orders me to, "Shut the fuck up with that, I've got a headache. Keep your mouth shut or I'll put the gag back in. I look down, and try to mumble, "Yes Michael," but it came out as, "Yjesta, minggle," and it got me another slap which has my ears ringing. Mikey has small hands which is why he uses a paddle or a belt to spank me with when disciplining me. His little hands work fine for slaps around the face because he gets some speed behind the slap and they really sting. I doggy walk over to the showers where Mikey hoses me down and then dries me with a big soft blanket towel. He's gentle with me now, and generous with short massages, which he's very good at. It's possible he's feeling guilty about snapping at me and smacking me for no good reason. At times like these I get real malleable and docile for Mikey who manipulates my body, me just about laying against him. I feel a sort of hero worship for my little brother at times like these, and then Brett comes in and does the deep tongue kissing so by the time those two are done making me feel wonderful, I've forgotten any negative feelings I had earlier in the training session. Finally dressed, the session over, Brett needs a ride home so of course I give him a ride, Mikey's relegated to the back seat . Neither of the boys is old enough to drive but Mikey's kinky fiend Ben just got his drivers license recently. We're picking him up after I drop Brett off. At Brett's place he seems more like a normal fifteen tear old; no dominant actions, just, "Yo, thanks for the ride, Brian... see ya at work tomorrow. Peace!" and off he runs, up his front walk to then disappear inside. His parents probably don't know what a star they have for a son... hell, two stars, 'cause Junior's awesome too. The way he casually said goodbye made it seem like we're friends, and maybe we are... I'm not sure. Mikey's being nice too, although when he gets in the passenger seat he gives me directions to Ben's house without asking if I mind chauffeuring him and Ben around. On the way, Mikey tells me the three of us are eating dinner together at our apartment, and then Ben and Mikey will put me through some more training. What kind that'll be, I don't know yet, but I find Mikey's matter-of-fact manner exciting, like I don't have a choice, and I guess I don't when ya come right down to it. I glance over at my little brother and he seems so smug and confident it gives my dick a thrill. Mikey's something, alright! Outside Ben's house I honk the horn and a minute later this skinny, odd looking boy about five feet tall saunters out the front door; he's sporting an arrogant expression on his face that trumps Mikey's smug one. Jesus, these young teens are hot!! Ben walks directly to my door and stops next to me, but totally ignores me. Instead he's wiggling his index finger at Mikey who then jumps into action and cracks his ankle on the passenger door in his hurry to open it; then he races around to exchange a quick hug with tiny Ben. I'm surprised at Mikey's obsequious behavior and, for some reason I'm hesitant to try speaking, not sure if my tongue is working yet for talking, and something about Ben is telling me just to keep my trap shut. Done with the hug, Ben says to Mikey, in a commanding voice, "You get your ass over to the passenger seat!" Turning to me, he snaps his finger, saying, "Out, you get out, right now!" and then he's pointing to the back of the car, "You sit in the back! I'm driving!" I don't hesitate, I've been trained too well. Scrambling out the door, I take a chance, saying, "Yes, sir!" and thankfully it comes out okay. Ben swats my ass as I'm getting in the back seat, then he gets in the driver's seat and adjusts it way up near the steering wheel. He revs the engin, then turns his head, and snaps a command at me, "Sit in the middle of the seat, asshole, not right behind me, that's sick! He has the type of voice, and the confident command about everything, that gets me all hot and bothered... my eyes are shining as I lick my lips, mumbling, "Yes, sir," again and scurry over to the middle of the back seat. Mikey's quietly chuckling, then mumbles, "You're so cool, Ben." Ben's looking straight ahead, as he's pulling away from the curb, he mutters, "Shut up, Mikey! I'm driving..." Oh boy, I'm looking forward to being trained by Ben. to be continued.... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com