Date: Mon, 9 Jan 2017 22:59:04 +0000 From: Lewis Robinson Subject: Dog Slave Training Chapter 12 Dogslave training This story, which is entirely fictional, contains dog training and full toilet training between two or more men. If you are not into this, don't read on. Love feedback, so any comments, ideas or constructive criticism are always welcomed! Please write to: k9dogslave@gmail.com. Please remember to donate to nifty !! By Lewis. Chapter 12 It was a 10 minute walk to the field where the pony slaves were kept. Master Andy spotted three slaves. They were huge animals -- both extremely tall (he guessed all were over 6 foot 8, and very heavily muscled. Each wore a posture collar which forced their heads up. A bit gag was locked on each slave, as well as a full leather harness. From the chest ring, 5 thick straps branched off, 2 going over the shoulders and coming back around under the arms, which accentuated the thick nipple piercings each slave sported. The fifth strap went down to the naval, where it connected to another ring. From here, two strap went around the waist, while a third went down to their cocks, ending in a heavy metal cock ring. A final strap went from the cock ring, under their arses, functioning to hold in the pony tail butt plus they each wore, and then back up to the waist strap. It was their dicks, however, which made Master Andy's jaw drop. "My pony slaves have been selected for their large size," Master Jason told Him. "Only slaves at least 6 foot 6 are eligible to become ponies. Then they must spend at least 1 year enduring almost constant forced workouts under the direction of my personal trainers to build up their muscles. They must weigh at least 250 lbs with no more than 10% body fat before their pony training begins. However, they must also undergo one final modification that I think you've already spotted. Their cocks undergo surgery to make them impossibly large. The length is increased to 15 inches, and the girth to 10 inches. Of course, their dicks no longer work except to allow them to piss, but that's of no importance." "They're the biggest cocks I've ever seen!" said Master Andy. "It's incredible. It must really have a big psychological impact on them and help with the pony training no end." "Absolutely. Let's get one to take us back." In the field were several large contraptions consisting of a 20 foot metal boom connected to a central post. The ponies were each tethered to a boom by their harnesses and forced to run in circles, while the trainers encouraged them with a bull whip. "The pony slaves work for 14 hours per day pulling carts around the ranch. When there is no need for this they are instead made to run on these machines with a 30 minute break three times per day to feed and rest. They also endure a 2 hour forced workout each morning to maintain their muscle mass." Master Jason explained. "However, they must learn to shit and piss as they run. The tail plugs are actually hollow so they can shit through them. But if they do it during the rest breaks or at night in the stables a solid tail is locked in for 7 days and a urethral plug is locked in for 2 days to teach them a lesson." "As time goes on, the trainers increase the resistance of the boom to further increase their strength and the amount of weight they can pull". Master Jason walked over to the trainer overseeing one of the slaves and spoke briefly to him. He responded by unhitching the pony slave from the beam and then dragging it over to a metal cart. It had two large rubber wheels and two long poles sticking out horizontally from either side which were connected by a metal bar. The cart rested with the two poles sticking up at a 30 or 40 degree angle. The slave grabbed the central bar and pulled it down, so that the cart became level. It tucked the bar under its arms so it was level with the chest ring of its harness, and the trainer used two leather straps to lock the slave's harness to the bar. The cart itself had a wide, comfortable leather bench that up to three people could sit on. Master Andy noticed there were a couple of other carts that looked like they were built for hauling cargo around. The trainer attached long reins to the bit gag the slave wore, and placed them on the seat of the cart. A bull whip was already lying on the cart's floor. The trainer clipped a short leather lead to one of the D-rings in the pony slave's posture collar, and led it over to where the three Masters and three dog slaves were. When it arrived, Master Jason gestured for Master Andy and Master Dan to get in, and then He himself sat on the leather seat. He ordered the trainer to tether the three dogslaves to the back of the cart by their leads. Master Jason then gave Master Dan the reins, since he was sitting in the middle, and asked if He would like to steer. "Of course!" He said, "I'd love to. Always thought of getting a pony slave, but never have. I think I need to change that!". Master Jason cracked the whip, expertly landing it on the pony slave's upper back between the two leather straps of its harness. It began moving forward, clearly struggling under the weight of the three muscular Masters, as well as the cart itself. The cart moved slowly forward. Master Jason whipped it again, harder, clearly unimpressed with the slow pace. A thin line of blood became visible on its back from where the whip had broken its skin. The pony slave redoubled its efforts and the cart now moved along at a fast walking pace. A third and then quickly after a forth lashing got the slave moving at a much faster pace. Master Jason settled back, satisfied, but with the whip still in hand in case the pace slowed. Master Dan steered them towards the ranch buildings. They were almost a mile and a half away, but visible thanks to the flatness of the land. Within 10 minutes, Master Dan was pulling back on the reins, bringing the pony to a halt next to Master Andy's pickup truck, in which Master Andy's twin slaves still sat, along with His dogslave locked in the punishment box. The Master's got out, and a trainer walked over to untie the dogslaves from the back of the cart. "Take them back to the kennel," Master Jason ordered. The pony slave Master Jason led over to a post, where it was tethered. It would be needed later. "Right, let's get this slave out of the box and cleaned up. Then you can have your little game, and if it fails I'll let you know My plans for it tonight," said Master Jason. With that the twins were ordered to open the lids of the box and haul out the dogslave. As predicted it was pretty much covered in its own shit. "Disgusting fucking dog!" Master Andy snarled at it, and it cowered in terror about what was going to happen to it. Once the dog slave had been lifted out of the box it began to stretch out, relishing the fact it was no longer confined and no longer had to constantly breathe in the stench of its own shit. Master Jason ordered one of the trainers to bring a hose. Once it arrived, He began spraying the slave with icy water in order to cleanse it of the shit that stuck to its body. It screamed it agony, but Master Jason continued regardless. Once it was cleaned He told one of the trainers to get it shaved, since some stubble had grown on its cock, arsehole, chest and face, which was unacceptable for a dogslave. While that was being taken care of He invited two Masters inside, and again offered them the full services of His house slaves. All three Master's opted for a rimming -- sitting on black padded leather rim stools, with the slaves under them furiously tonguing Their holes. Master Jason amused Himself by kicking His slave's vulnerable balls with His heavy leather boots as He received His rimming. The slave had been trained well not to respond in any way, despite the pain it was in, and continued expertly licking its Master's hole. After 10 minutes rimming the trainer came in and informed Master Jason that the dogslave was free of all body hair. "Excellent. Then let the game commence!" said Master Jason, standing up and giving His slave a final hard kick to the balls. "Are you feeling like you need to shit after your rimming?" He asked the other two Masters. "Oh yeah. Definitely" replied Master Andy. "Bring the dogslave and the two slave twins to dungeon 3." Master Jason told the trainer. "Please follow me then," He gestured to the two Masters. Master Jason led the men to a bare, underground dungeon. 5 dog bowls had been setup in a semi circle. The three inner bowls had rim seats positioned over them. Labels with "Master Jason", "Master Andy", "Master Dan", "slave ben" and "slave blake" had been stuck to the bowls. Slave ben and slave blake's bowl were at the edge of the semi circle, Master Jason's was in the middle, and Master Dan and Andy on either side of His. Behind the bowls was a slave on all fours sporting a recon haircut and a thick metal collar. It was tethered to the wall by a long length of chain that was padlocked to its collar which must have weighed several kilograms. "Please, take a seat above the bowl with your name on and take a nice big shit into the bowl," Master Jason grinned. "Then my toilet paper slave will ensure you are thoroughly cleaned. As befits their status, you slave twins must squat over the bowl on all fours like an animal." Just as He finished speaking, a trainer entered the dungeon carrying three leads attached to the collars of slave blake, ben and the dogslave. The latter was shivering uncontrollably from its hose down. "Master Jason, do you have a blindfold?" asked Master Andy? "Certainly," the Master replied, and snapped His fingers. The trainer went to storage cupboard built into the wall of the dungeon and took out a locking leather blindfold, which he handed to Master Andy. The Master placed a boot on the top of His dogslave's back, and forced its head down onto the concrete. He bent down and locked on the blindfold. "You better make me proud, or else!" He whispered menacingly in its ear. "Go to the bowl with your name on it and take a shit into it!" Master Andy ordered the twins. They were only too happy to oblige, having not been given the chance to shit for a long time. Large stinking piles of their waste soon filled the metal dog bowls, and the toilet paper slave was put to work rimming them clean. Soon after, the Masters also filled the bowls with huge quantities of shit thanks to their large diets. The dungeon smelt like a sewer. "Slave!" Master Jason spoke to the toilet paper slave after it had finished rimming Him clean, "mix up those bowls!". The slave immediately complied, rearranging the bowls so they were in a line, with the order, Master Jason, Master Dan, Master Andy, slave blake and slave ben. Master Andy led the dogslave on its leash to the first bowl and positioned it in front of it. "Sit!" He ordered, and the slave complied at once. "Right then, you worthless cunt. You will eat the entire contents of the bowl in front of you. You will then be turned around and your blindfold removed. You will walk over and sit next to the Master or slave whose shit you think you have just eaten. Correctly identify all 5 bowls of shit, and you will not have to spend any further time in the punishment box for cumming without permission. Get a single one wrong, and you'll regret it. Now, FEED!" The dogslave moved forward to the reeking bowl of shit, opened its mouth and began to eat. The taste was incredibly bad -- far more bitter then anything it had previously tasted and the smell was overpoweringly awful too. It felt truly nauseous as it forced itself to continue chewing and swallowing. After a minute or so of it eating the shit it started to gag and Master Andy promptly began laying into it with a flogger and screaming at it to hurry up and devour its meal. The dogslave managed to control itself and continued forcing itself to consume the shit. Once the bowl was empty Master Andy dragged it away and ordered it to sit in front of the Masters and slaves. Its blindfold was pushed up, and it was told to sit at the feet of the person whose waste it had just eaten. The dogslave was sure it was the new Master it hadn't seen before - it had eaten the shit of all the others' before and it had definitely never tasted that terrible. It got up on all fours and crawled over to Master Jason, and sat by His boots. "Well done, slave," Master Jason said, pushing its blindfold back down. And then to the others He explained: "I take a pill each day to make My shit taste especially bad. Its a good way to make it a challenge for My slaves and keeps them in their place, I think." With that Master Andy dragged the dogslave to the next bowl. It was relieved when it started to feed that the taste was much less awful. It was somewhat familiar - quite hard and dry with an irony aftertaste. The meal consumed it was dragged back and immediately sat at Master Dan's boots. Master Dan just smirked at it, pushed its blindfold down again and kicked it in the direction of the bowls. The third round was easy. The shit was hard but sweet from all the protein shakes that Master Andy drank, and since it had eaten its Master shit every day for some time now it had become very used to the taste and texture. The fourth round was the challenge of course. The dog knew only the two twins' shit remained and from its experience being locked in the punishment box it knew only too well how similar their shit tasted. it would just have to guess. Unfortunately for the dogslave, it guessed wrong. "Oh dear, oh dear," Master Jason smirked. "Looks like you're fucked. However, you Master is a very generous Man and He has decided to give you one final chance to redeem yourself. Here's what's gonna happen: You will be locked back into the punishment box and milked every hour until midnight tonight. Then you'll be shackled to the floor in My club and we'll have a little game. Every Master will be able to enter His slave, and they will each have 5 minutes to try and make you cum, using their mouths only. If you succeed, your punishment will be over, and the Master of the slave will have free drinks for a year at My club. If you fail, you'll be encased in thick rubber, totally unable to move, for 3 whole months. No release, not even for a minute. The rubber will be so tight you'll constantly struggle to breathe. Only your cock and balls will be exposed. You'll be chained to the floor under a rim seat and you will be fed nothing but shit and piss. You will live in your own filth. But the worse part will be that your cock will be milked relentlessly and every dry orgasm will be burning agony. Your arsehole will be constantly plugged with an enormous electro butt plug that will be set to fire randomly. It will be utter hell." With that the terrified dogslave was dragged off to face the punishment box again. Eight hours later the blindfold was ripped off the dog's face and it screwed up its eyes, trying to block out the intense light. It had been chained to the floor face up, arms and legs pulled into a taught X shape. It's dick was rock hard - it vaguely remembered its Master forcing it to eat a tablet, so presumably that was the cause. It certainly didn't feel horny. After being milked every hour for the past eight hours it had suffered five dry orgasms, each more painful than the last. It's balls looked shrivelled and empty. How the hell was it going to be able to cum in order to avoid the cruel punishment Master Jason had promised it? It simply didn't have an jizz left! As its eyes adjusted to the light, it could see hundred of leather boots. It must be in the centre of the club floor. A few dogslaves came and sniffed curiously at it. One even turned around and farted loudly in its face through its dog tail butt plug before its Master dragged it off. It was then it heard the voice of Master Jason over a loud speaker system: "Masters, last chance to enrol your slaves in this completion. All they have to do is make the piece of shit chained in the centre of the club floor cum within the 5 minute time limit using only their mouth, and you will win free drinks at this bar for a whole year. Talk to any barman to enter. The competition will start in 15 minutes." In total 30 slaves had been entered. The first - a beautiful, heavily muscled and tattooed slave that carefully caressed the dogslave's rock hard cock with it tongue and would normally have made it cum in seconds was dragged off after its 5 minutes were up and given a sound flogging by its Master for its poor performance. In reality it had simply been unlucky, as its Master's name had been drawn first. Slave after slave followed, desperately sucking the dogslave's cock in the hope of pleasing their Masters. But they were each dragged off when their time was up, and taken away for punishment. After almost 3 hours, Master Andy stood over it and looked down at the pathetic slave short chained to the floor. "Last chance, cunt. Better cum quick, or else you'll experience more suffering than you ever though was possible." He smirked, booted it in the ribs and walked off to watch the final entrant. The slave that crawled over to it was stunningly handsome. It's thick neck was encased in a massive steel collar. It's muscles bulged as it moved. It had a short, black mohawk an inch wide, and deep brown eyes. It was clearly of Latin origin. It's body was covered in tattoos - two large doggy paw prints of its chest, a thick chain tattoo winding around its body, up its right arm. Two beautifully drawn wolf heads covered most of its tree-trunk thighs. Heavy gauge septum, PA, nipple and eyebrow piercings enhanced its look further. For the first minute, it simply nuzzled the dogslave's neck, and gently played with its nipples with its mouth. Then it started to suck. The feeling was incredible for the dogslave - like nothing it had ever experienced before. It had been over 3 hours before cumming, and it thought with this slave blowing it it could cum in the next few minutes easily. It relaxed a little, thinking it would be okay . The slave intensified its efforts, and waves of pleasure engulfed the dogslave. It was nearly there. It was just at the point of no return... "Time's up!" Master Andy sneered, and the gorgeous slave was immediately dragged back. The dogslave whimpered. As a bag was placed over its head, it started to hear the slave that had just been sucking it start screaming in pain, accompanied by the sound of a bullwhip. It started shaking uncontrollably with fear. It was sure it wouldn't be able to take the punishment it's Master had planned for it. The dogslave started to come round from its drug induced sleep. It opened its eyes, but everything was still black. It blinked several times, but still there was only darkness. It thought it was blindfolded, but since its whole body seemed cocooned in what smelled like rubber it was hard to tell whether that was the reason it couldn't see or whether it was just in a pitch dark room. Just then it noticed two things: a huge pain in it's arsehole and a wanking sensation on its cock. It realised in that moment that Master Jason had been telling the truth about what would happen to it. It had indeed been plugged with an enormous electro butt plug, and its cock was being stimulated by the milking machine it had endured while in the box. At least He had been wrong about one thing, though. While its body was certainly encased in rubber, at least it could breathe normally. In that instant, just as if someone had read its mind, it heard a compressor click on. Had it been not been blindfolded, it would have seen a thick black piece of tubing leading from the sleep sack it had been immobilised in to a small box on the floor. That box was a vacuum pump, and it was steadily pulling all the air from the rubber sack. The dogslave felt the rubber become tighter and tighter, and sure enough it was soon fighting for every breath. The compress laboured on, and after another minute had passed, the slave could no longer breathe at all. Panic set in. It started desperately to pull in air, but the rubber was so tight around it it simply couldn't raise it chest. Just as it thought it was about to pass out, the electro butt plug fired sending deep waves of pleasure into its prostate. The milking machine got faster and faster, and soon it was experiencing the most intense orgasm of its life. The compressor turned off, and the sleep sack expanded, allowing the slave to breathe again - for now. "For the crime of cumming without permission, it will endure three whole months of forced orgasms." It's Master's voice boomed. He had walked in while the slave was busy in ecstasy, and had sat down on the padded leather rim seat set up above its face. "During its sentence it will also endure the pain of the electro butt plug which is locked up its arse. It will deliver excruciating shocks randomly, but will also aid in every orgasm by gently stimulating its prostate, as it has just experienced. The plug is hollow, so it will be able to shit - but the rubber sack it is bound in will not be emptied until the end of its sentence. The vacuum pump will also turn on randomly so it wont even have control over when it can breathe. Finally, it will be used as a toilet throughout its sentence, feeding only on the piss and shit of any Master or slave I allow to use it. Oh, and one other thing." He said sadistically. "There is a recording device next to it, which will monitor any noise it makes. You will suffer in silence, no matter how unbearable the pain. Every scream, even a whimper, will result in 1 extra day being added to your sentence." He smiled and then pressed a number on the remote control He was holding. The electro butt plug fired horrific, agonising bolts of torture into its prostate which travelled up its spine and radiated through its entire body, making every muscle spasm and explode with pain. It gritted its teeth for a couple of seconds but then instinct took over and it let out a deafening scream. Master Andy laughed at its torment and released the stinking contents of His bowels into the dogslave's wide open face hole - the only piece of skin left visible. The huge piece of shit muffled its cries, but then it started to gag violently. It had got used to the taste of its Master's waste, but what had just been dumped into its mouth was a hundred times worse. It thought back to what Master Jason had told its Master when it had been forced to guess whose shit was who - the game it had lost which had got it into this position. it realised its own Master must be taking tablets to make His shit taste horrendously foul too. It tried to swallow its meal quickly, but the rank, bitter taste wouldn't go away. Master Andy purposefully declined to piss in its mouth so it would have to experience the awful taste for a good few hours. As He left it, the milking machine switched on again, along with the vacuum pump. "Only another 91 days to go, cunt!" He grinned as He walked out of the dungeon where it was being held, leaving it to suffer alone. To be continued...