Date: Tue, 22 Mar 2022 02:52:07 +0000
From: Dave Arnold <bigstuddog@live.com>
Subject: Earth's New Masters Part 30 Gofer's Tale Chapter 5 The Dog God

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Earth's New Masters Part 26 Gofer's Tale Chapter 5 The Dog God

Gofer's Dog God has come down to save him. Or has he?

I was close to a state of shock.  My Dog God was real and he was standing
right in front of me.  I had been staring at him for what seemed like eons,
but as soon as I realized it I averted my eyes and bowed my head all the
way to the floor.  I hoped he wouldn't be too offended that I had looked at
him.  I prayed he wouldn't kill me for it.

I heard him chuckle then say, "Stand up child, you don't have to prostrate
yourself before me.  It's not like I'm a god or something."  How did he
know what I was thinking?  Was he trying to trick me?  I didn't know what
to think, but I didn't even contemplate ignoring his order.  I rose to my
feet but I kept my eyes to the ground.  "It's OK, you're allowed to look at
me."  He added with another chuckle.

I slowly started to raise my eyes.  They went up his body.  I started at
his feet, then worked my way up his muscular legs which were very human
like.  When I got to his waist it finally registered in my overworked brain
that he was completely naked.  It appeared that his penis was a little
bigger than Ralph's, but it was covered in fur.  It wasn't attached to his
body like the guard dog's was, and hanging below it were two huge balls in
a baggy low hanging black sack.  I realized that I had gotten a boner that
was tenting my boxers while I was looking at him.

"Do you like what you see."  He asked with a smirk, breaking me out of my
trance-like state.  "My face is up here."  He added as he pointed to it.

I quickly moved my eyes up his body, which was also more like a human than
a dog, except for the German Shepherd coat.  I finally reached his face
that looked very much like one of the guard dogs except that it appeared to
be smiling at me.  Smiling was a very rare facial expression at the
Collective School.  The closest that most teachers or Overseers ever got to
it was a smirk or a sneer.

"So why are you in here with all this food, while all the other kids are
starving out there?"  He asked.

I paused for a moment, I had to think fast.  I didn't want to go back to
living in the barracks.  Maybe I could bluff my way through.  "This is my
home, I live here sir."

I could see his smile get bigger.  It seemed that my response amused him.
Obviously the lie wasn't working.  "Really?  Why are you the only one with
his own house?"

"Well Sir...  It's not really my house...  It WAS the Overseer's House...
But, uhm...  I live here because I was their House Mouse...  I kept their
house clean..."  I stammered, my confidence and false bravado plummeting
fast.  Telling the truth in the past had always got me in trouble, so I had
no plans of being more truthful than I needed to be.  But after that fiasco
I was sure I would be banished to the barracks again.

He still seemed amused instead of angry.  "Well maybe I'll make this MY
House and keep you on as my House Mouse."  He paused for a second to gauge
my reaction.  Then he continued, "Would you like that?"

I wasn't sure what to do so I fell back into my old habit of acting like a
typical clueless CBH.  "I'm just a CBH, I'm not supposed to have an
opinion..."

This response drew a frown, but he didn't seem angry.  "Well let's suppose
that you were allowed to have an opinion.  If you were allowed to have an
opinion would you like to be my House Mouse?"

I paused for a few seconds.  I wasn't sure if it was a trick or not, but I
sure as hell didn't want to go back to living in the barracks with my
quarter inch thick mattress.  And even worse no privacy to make white pee.
So I slowly nodded.

"Good.  Now that we've got that out of the way I've got some other
questions."  He said the smile back on his muzzle.  "You had all this food
here, yet the other kids are starving.  Why didn't you give them some of
your food?"

"They didn't ask Sir."  I said trying to keep as straight of a face as I
could.  I sure as hell wasn't going to tell him those drones could starve
and go to hell before I shared my food with them.

"Well what if they would have asked?"  He continued.

Us CBHs were never asked hypothetical questions.  He had me at a complete
loss and I didn't answer for a couple seconds.  It was obvious from his
facial expression that my hesitation told him all he needed to know.
Finally I just lamely answered in my best CBH monotone, "But they didn't
ask Sir."

"I'm sure they didn't."  He added then he let out a bark like laugh.  "One
thing you need to know is that to us Sheps the most important things are
honor and honesty.  I want you to always tell me the truth."

This really put me on my guard.  Nothing good had ever come of me telling
the truth.  Was he trying to trick me into revealing that I wasn't like the
others?  I mean he already knew I was a little different, but I wasn't
ready to let on how different I really was yet.  Was this all just another
big trick to weed me out?  I decided right then that I would be completely
truthful about anything that there was any evidence on.  But the stuff that
was in my head was mine and mine alone and until I had a reason to trust
this Dog God, I would keep it to myself.

"Did you understand me Mouse?"  He asked.

"Yes Sir."

"Good."  He said, then he added.  "Turn around."

I realized that with my shirt off he would have seen my back when I
prostrated myself.  I knew that he wanted to get a better view of it, and
there was nothing I could do to prevent it.  So I turned around slowly, my
head hanging in shame.

"Who did this to you?"

"Mostly the Principal Sir."

"And why did they do this to you?"

If he was going to be in charge here he would have access to my records so
lying would get me nowhere.  "Because I didn't obey the rules Sir."  I
choked up a little, "I...  tried Sir...  But I'm just a bad boy."

"I'll be the judge of that.  As far as I'm concerned you're starting off
with a clean slate."

I really wanted to believe him, he seemed sincere.  But it could all be a
trick, I wished I could trust him but he seemed too good to be true and
that was always a bad sign.

He asked me, "Are there any other questions that you have Mouse?"

"Only one Sir.  How should I address you?"  I asked.

"Sir will do just fine.  My name is Ansulm, but since you are a student and
don't belong to me it wouldn't be appropriate to call me Master Ansulm.
When you leave here and get a job with some Shep then you can call him
Master."  He paused for a moment and then said, "So since you live here
which room is yours"

I thought about pointing to Fred's room, but then I hesitated.  Fred's room
had all the books on torture and stuff in it.  I had only used it because
of Ralph's dead body being in his room.  But that was gone now so I quickly
pointed to Ralph's room.  Ansulm headed toward it and said, "Follow me."
He went into Ralph's room and I followed him in.  He opened the closet and
looked at all the clothes hanging up.  He grabbed a shirt and a pair of
pants and held them up against me.  "These look a little big to be
yours..."  And I knew I was sooooo busted.  I just hung my head.  "Is this
really your room?"

I knew that there was no way out of this one, so I shook my head.  "No Sir.
I really was the House Mouse, but I lived in the barracks not in here."  I
knew I was headed back out to the barracks, but it had been worth the try.
Hopefully he wouldn't give me too many lashes for the lie.

I heard him chuckle again and I glanced up to see him grinning.  "That took
chutzpah, and I like that even though you did lie to me.  I'll tell you
what.  I'll make a deal with you.  I'll let you have this room if you do a
good job keeping my house clean.  If you don't I'll find someone else to do
it.  Is that a fair deal?"

I was waiting for the other shoe to drop, this had to be some sort of
trick.  But he seemed serious.  "Well do we have a deal?"  He asked
somewhat impatiently.

"Yes Sir."  I said and despite my misgivings I couldn't help adding, "Thank
you Sir."

"There's no need to thank me.  If you keep my house clean I think that's a
fair trade."  He finished then he put his arm around me.  I stiffened at
his touch.  All I could think of was that the only person to put his arm
around me in affection was Ralph and the last time he did he died on top of
me.  He pulled his arm off of me and said, "You need to relax, you have
nothing to fear from me."

Part of me wanted to believe that, but the bigger part, the part with the
ingrained punishments knew I couldn't take a chance on believing that just
yet.

"I understand this is all a lot to process.  It's gonna take a while for
you get used to the changes we are making here.  Like I said this is your
room, but I don't want you to lock the door.  When I feel comfortable that
you are adapting well, then we may change that rule.  But in the meantime I
realize boys you're age sometimes need their privacy, so I'll always knock
before I come in.  That way if you're in the middle of anything, shall we
say personal, you can tell me to come back in a few minutes."  He said
smirking at me.

How did he know about me making white pee?  That could have been only thing
he was referring to.  But none of the other CBH boys made white pee.  How
would he know that I did it.  Was that a trick too?  If it was that was one
that I was going to risk.  Now that I had started making white pee there
was just no way I was going to stop.

"You need to clean up the mess where you dropped the ice cream.  And then
why don't you head to your room and get some sleep."

It took me a bit of time to clean the mess.  Why couldn't I have dropped it
in the kitchen on the linoleum instead of in the living room on the carpet.
I had to get out the carpet steam cleaner and go over it several times to
get the stain completely out.  I cleaned out the machine and put it back in
the pantry.  As I was heading to MY room Ansulm called out, "Good Night
Mouse."

I was shocked about how much attention he was spending on me.  I replied
with a "Good Night Sir." I went to My room.  I still really couldn't
believe that it was now officially my room.  I headed into the shower to
clean up before bed and of course to make white pee.  I got myself all
clean first then tried to think about something arousing so I could make
white pee.  My mind kept going back to Ansulm.  I still didn't trust him
completely yet, even though he seemed sincere.  I didn't get the same vibe
from him as I did from the Emperor, but maybe he was just better at hiding
it.  But no matter if he was sincere or not he was still the most arousing
thing I had ever seen.

I had fantasized before about worshiping my Dog God by kneeling before him
and sucking the white pee out of him.  I mean how could you possibly do
something more pleasing than that.  I fantasized that Ansulm was as honest
and honorable as he claimed to be and in return I would worship him
properly.  I imagined that I was on my knees in front of him, my eyes
riveted on those two huge low hanging black balls and that fur covered
penis that was still flaccid.  I ran my hand up and down the shaft until it
started to harden.  I had second thoughts about taking that furry shaft
into my mouth but one needs to make sacrifices when they are worshiping
their god.  I took it into my mouth and the fur tickled a bit as I ran my
tongue around it.  He put his paws behind my head and started working my
mouth up and down that huge shaft.  I reached under him to cup those huge
dangling balls.  They were much bigger than Ralph's and I found them
incredibly stimulating.  I started running my other little hand up and down
that massive shaft while I kept just the head of it in my mouth.

"That's a good boy."  I imagined him saying.  "I don't care what the
Principal says, you're a good boy."  To my surprise the thought of him
saying I was a "good boy" was what put me over the edge and my white pee
was shooting all over the shower.

I finished cleaning up, got dried off and climbed into MY soft comfortable
bed and fell into a deep contented sleep for maybe the first time in my
life.

The next day Ansulm woke me up at 5 AM and told me to get a shower, get
dressed and meet him in the kitchen.  He was busy laying out food to
prepare for breakfast.  He had a carton of eggs, a package of bacon, a
pound of sausage links, a loaf of bread and a stick of butter laying on the
counter.

"I'm gonna teach you to cook.  I know you were making you're own food when
I got here but I doubt that you were really taught to cook."  He took out
the electric griddle and plugged it in.  He turned it on high.  After it
heated for a few seconds he put six slices of bacon and four patties of
sausage on it.  He then put a skillet on the stove and turned it up to
medium high.  He added a bit of butter and when it melted he added the
eggs.  I watched him closely as he cracked the eggs open with one paw and
put them in the pan without cracking the yolks.  He sprinkled salt and
pepper on them and while they were cooking he turned the sausage and bacon
and adjusted the heat to medium.  He threw four slices of bread in the
toaster and turned back to the eggs. "Now here's the tricky part ."  He
said as he got a spatula and flipped the eggs without breaking the yolks.
He put the sausage and bacon on a platter with paper towels on it, took the
eggs out and put two of them on each of our plates.  He put three slices of
bacon and two patties of sausage on each of the plates and right as he
started to pick up the plates the toast popped up.  He placed two slices of
toast on each plate and carried them to the table where the two place
settings were set out.

He poured us each a glass of orange juice and we both sat down to eat.  I
had never seen eggs done this way.  Ralph always scrambled his.  He sat
down and started to put butter on his toast so I did the same thing to
mine.  Mimicking a superior was always a safe way to proceed.  To my
surprise he poked the yolk with his toast and the yolk was still runny.  He
used his toast to sop it up and ate it.  I tried it and it was really good.
Whenever he ate a bite of something I ate the same size bite.  After about
10 bites Ansulm noticed what I was doing and he chuckled.  But his laughing
at me was good natured not malicious like the overseers' had been.  I was
really starting to like him even if I still didn't quite trust him.

We finished breakfast and he said, "I'm going to try to get things running
again here at the school.  I want you to follow me around and show me where
stuff is if I need it."  That suited me just fine, I really liked being
with him.  We walked to one of the classrooms.  Sitting in the classroom
were 32 older CBHs.  When I say older, I mean they were at least in their
late 20's.  I had never seen CBHs that weren't students at the school.
They still didn't do anything without being told, but they were obviously
smarter and less mechanical than the CBHs at the school.

They all seemed nervous about Ansulm, but they seemed eager to please.
Well at least as eager as CBHs could be.  I didn't know if it was because
they feared him or because he was obviously a leader and they were all
followers.  Probably a little of both.  Ansulm sat at the teacher's desk
and had placed a chair beside it for me to sit on.  He opened his brief
case.  Inside was a folder for each of the CBHs.

Citizen 147-57-39 please step up to my desk."  Ansulm ordered.  Nervously a
woman who looked to be in her mid 30's, but who was still very good
looking, came up and stood in front of him.  "It says here that you worked
as a secretary."

"Yes Sir."  She said with her eyes riveted on the ground.  "I was the
Commissar's secretary."

Well you're my secretary now."  Ansulm stated.  The woman gasped in what
sounded like horror.  "Don't worry, I don't expect you to be a sexretary,
just a secretary.  No extracurricular activities will be expected from
you."

A look of relief crossed her face for some reason.  I had no idea what a
"sexretary" or "extracurricular activities" were but it was obvious she
didn't want to do them for Ansulm.  "For the rest of the day please take
this steno pad and take notes of what I say."  He added as he handed her a
notebook.

He continued to go through the folders, calling people up to his desk and
assigning them jobs at the school.  Most of the older CBHs were there to
tell the students what to do.  A handful were chosen to work in the
cafeteria to supplement the one CBH that worked there already.  I didn't
understand why.  How many people does it take to make one huge pot of
gruel.  But even after all of them were given jobs there were still no
teachers.  I guess the immediate concern was keeping the kids alive during
the transition.

After he assigned everyone their jobs he brought all the new Overseers to
the boys elementary barracks.  He made the two adult CBHs that were going
to take care of these kids stand behind him.  "Children.  These are your
new Overseers.  You are expected to do whatever they tell you."  He said
addressing the students.  He then turned and addressed the two new
Overseers.  "Tell them to get dressed."

"What should they wear?" The Overseers asked in unison.

"Whatever they want to wear."  Ansulm said in exasperation.

The Overseers ordered, "Get dressed!" And of course the students just stood
there in confusion.

"Why aren't they dressing?" Ansulm asked.

"Because that would require a decision, they aren't capable of that anymore
Sir."  One of the Overseers replied.

Ansulm put his paw to his head, shook his head and winced.  He walked over
to the footlocker of the first student.  He reached in, grabbed a shirt and
a pair of pants out of it, then tossed it to one of the Overseers and
ordered, "Just have them wear these."

The Overseer showed the what to wear and immediately the children began to
dress.  Once they were dressed Ansulm told the Overseers to line them up at
the drinking fountains and to make sure they all drank for at least a half
a minute each.  He was catching on that you had to be VERY explicit in your
orders to CBHs.

Things went a little smoother as he went through the other seven barracks.
Once everyone was dressed it was time to get them fed. I followed Ansulm to
the cafeteria and I could already see there would be problems.  Instead of
the normal gruel there was scrambled eggs, sausage and toast.  I guess that
was the reason for all the extra cafeteria workers were for.  I only knew
what they were because I had worked as a house mouse, but none of the other
kids even knew what they were.  The elementary school boys started filing
in and getting in line for their breakfast.  But instead of a ladle of
gruel in a bowl they got a plate with scrambled eggs, sausage patties and
toast.

They sat down and stared at their food, but no one started to eat.  Ansulm
got impatient and just yelled out, "It's OK if you just eat, you don't have
to wait to be told!"

Still none of the students took a bite of their food.  "Why aren't they
eating?"  Ansulm asked in exasperation.  "They've gotta be starving."

One of the Overseers answered his query.  "They haven't been told what to
eat first.  Usually they just get gruel so they don't have to decide.  Plus
it isn't the color of the gruel they usually eat..."

"SONOFAWOMAN!!!!"  Ansulm screamed out then growled in frustration. "Make
them eat the eggs first, then the sausage and the toast last."

The Overseers told them what to eat although they couldn't use names, they
had to show the food.  The students ate more slowly than usual, I could
only guess that it was because the food was different and anything
different had to be bad.  Things got worse though when they were done
eating.  About a quarter of the students started throwing up over the next
10 minutes.  They had never eaten anything except gruel before and their
stomachs were not ready to handle it.  Things were obviously not going well
for Ansulm.

"I guess we are going to have to go back to feeding them gruel and slowly
incorporating new food in into it until their stomachs can handle it."  He
said to me, mainly I think just to be able to talk to someone.  I just
nodded back like a good obedient CBH, which I think added to his
frustration.

The rest of the day didn't get much better for Ansulm.  He just couldn't
understand why the students and to a lesser extent the adult CBHs couldn't
do anything without being told what to do.  But at least the older CBHs
could follow the detailed instructions that Ansulm had given them.  They
would only have to bother him when a decision needed to be made that wasn't
spelled out in the instructions.

In the afternoon we went back to the house to make our lunches after we got
the Overseers and the students started on their lunches.  I don't think
Ansulm had the stomach for another cafeteria fiasco so soon after the last
one.  Ansulm continued teaching me how to cook.  While we ate our hot dogs
and fries, Ansulm talked to me.  I don't think he really expected me to
answer him.  Of course most of the time I didn't answer him, I didn't want
to appear too different.  But I listened to every word he said and I'm sure
he could sense it.

After we were done with lunch we continued to try to get the rest of the
CBH's back into a routine that would at least keep them alive.  When we
finally got them done eating their gruel for dinner, we had learned our
lesson about giving them regular food at breakfast, we got them all back in
their barracks and relied on the new Overseers to get them to bed.  Of
course Ansulm had to give them written detailed instructions of what needed
done before we could end our day and head back to our house.

Once we were there he showed me how to make pork chops, mashed potatoes,
gravy and corn for dinner.  While we ate we talked some more.  Or should I
say he talked and I listened intently.  After dinner Ansulm sat down in
Fred's recliner with a beer, while I cleaned the kitchen and then worked on
tidying up the rest of the house.  When I started on the living room Ansulm
was on his fifth beer.  Maybe it really did help some people "unwind"
whatever that was.  I picked up the 4 empty cans and put them in the trash.

I was cleaning his bathroom when he came in to take a leak.  Of course I
was watching out of the corner of my eye.  What I saw shocked me.  He
pulled back on his penis and the skin slid back leaving a bright blood red
penis.  At first I thought he had ripped the skin off of it and it was
bloody, but when there was no blood dripping down I realized that it was
just a red penis with a sleeve of skin over it.

He let out a sigh as he started to piss.  I could relate to that, it always
felt like such a relief to be able to let loose when you really had to go.
I listened as his heavy steady stream hit the water but I still couldn't
take my eyes off of his strange penis.  I had involuntarily stopped any
pretext of continuing to work and was probably staring with open mouthed
amazement.  Finally he shook it a couple of times and then slid the skin
back into place and looked at me grinning.

"You've probably never seen a sheath before, have you?"  He asked.  I shook
my head.  Well it time for a little education.  Follow me."

I followed him into the living room and he motioned me to sit on the couch,
then he sat down beside me.  "If you're gonna live with Sheps you may as
well know a little about our anatomy.  It would probably be easier for you
to understand if they hadn't circumcised all of you boys."  I had no idea
what circumcised meant but I didn't ask for an explanation.  "Us Sheps have
a sheath that protects our penis when we aren't using it."  And with that
he used his paw to pull back his sheath.  I instinctively moved closer to
get a better look at this strange bright red penis that was now exposed.
It looked similar in shape to a human penis other than the bright red color
and that the head was a little more pointy.

"Do you want to touch it?"  He asked.  I nodded my head.  I reached out and
wrapped my little hand around his sheath.  I was able to wrap my hand
around it at first.  The sheath easily slid up and down his penis, which
was starting to get hard.  I looked up at him questioningly, asking him
with my eyes if I should continue.  He nodded his head then said, "It's
something that might come in "handy" if you ever get a Shep master of your
own."  Then he chuckled at his own pun.

He was all the way erect now.  He was maybe an inch bigger than Ralph had
been and also a bit thicker.  Now that he was hard I could no longer fit my
hand the whole way around it.  He leaned back against the couch and threw
his head back, obviously enjoying this.  I wanted to put it in my mouth but
I was afraid to without him telling me to do it.  He had some of the clear
"white pee" flowing out of his pee slit and running down his penis which
was making his sheath slide up and down his boner even easier so I picked
up the tempo of my stroking.  He was panting, his long tongue lolling out
of the side of his muzzle.  He was obliviously getting close when I felt
it.  The base of his penis was starting to swell up.  I was worried I was
doing something wrong so I stopped.

He grabbed my hand and squeezed it around the base of the swelling.  "Just
grab it tight, I'll explain later!"  He gasped as I squeezed it and a shot
of white pee spurted out with such force that it went all the way over his
head.  Each succeeding shot traveled a shorter distance until it just
dribbled out of his penis and ran down over my hand.

I hoped he would ask me to lick it up, but I was going to wait for him to
ask.  What he said though made no sense to me.  "If you ever get a Master
that wants to play around with you, he'll probably want you to lick it up.
But I can't have you doing that or you'll get addicted."

This time I gave him an honest "what the hell are you talking about" stare
but he didn't expound on it.  "Come with me."  He said as he got up and
walked into his bathroom, "Wash your hands.  I don't want you licking up
any of that.  Besides the effects may be absorbed into your skin."  I
washed my hands and as I dried them he proceeded to wash the white pee out
of his fur. After he was done we went back into the living room and we sat
back down on the couch.

"As you can see there is another major difference between Shep and human
penises other than just the sheath.  Sheps have a bulbus glandis or knot
that swells up inside the female when we mate, locking us together to
insure impregnation.

Now I was even more confused.  "I don't understand Sir."  I said completely
bewildered.

"What didn't you understand?"  He asked.

"Any of it Sir."

"Haven't they taught you about reproduction in sex education?"  He asked
incredulously.

"What's sex?"  I asked truthfully.

He put his paw to his forehead, closed his eyes and shook his head.  "You
didn't really ask that...  Did you?"  He asked with a groan.

"Yes Sir."  I said getting more confused by the second.

"That was more of a rhetorical question, I wasn't expecting an answer..."
He said, as he got more frustrated by the moment.  We'll finish discussing
this later.  I think we may have to do it in a classroom setting..."

We went back in the living room.  He walked up to the entertainment center,
grabbed a box off of it and pulled out a silver disk our of it before
placing it in a small box.  He grabbed the remote control for the TV and
sat down in Fred's recliner.  I had followed him the whole way until he sat
down without even thinking about it. I didn't think about it until he
glanced at me an chuckled.  At first I was embarrassed, but he had a smile
on his muzzle as he did it.  He pointed the remote at the TV and turned it
on.

"Do you want to watch a movie with me?"  He asked.  I nodded, even though I
didn't know what a movie was.  Just being around Ansulm was like nothing I
had ever experienced before.  I wish I could get myself to really fully
trust him.  He seemed sincerely honest and honorable, but there were those
occasional damn warning signs...  I pondered this for a while, since it was
a bit difficult for me to follow the "movie".  When I stopped thinking
about it I couldn't help but think of what we had done earlier.  Maybe
after the movie we could do even more before bed time...

When the movie ended Ansulm said, "I've been thinking about what we did
earlier."  I gave him my best clueless CBH look and he added, "You know,
when you jerked me off."  I nodded and he continued.  I did it partially to
educate you on Shep anatomy and partially to do something fun together.
But I don't think we should do that any more."  Ansulm said.

"Why Sir?  Did I do something wrong?"  I asked with concern.

"No Mouse.  You didn't do anything wrong.  I'm just worried I won't be able
to control myself.  I'm worried that I'll be tempted to take things too
far."  I definitely wasn't worried about that, I wanted to do everything I
could with him.  "I'm the head of the school and you're a student.  It just
wouldn't be ethical..."

I was a bit upset.  I was really starting to like Ansulm despite my earlier
misgivings.  I really wanted to to the things with him that I had done with
Ralph.  I couldn't help but think that he was being less than honest and I
had done something wrong.  This troubling thought haunted me and it was a
long time before sleep carried me away.