Every Dog Has It's Day
By RotherhamMan
The taking of William Russell went smoothly. I have special men for abducting people who usually leave out the details of how and I, in turn, leave out the details of why for plausible deniability.
All I need to know is that I sent them a name and a few days later a truck pulls up at the ranch with a coffin-like crate loaded on the back. The crate is dropped off, I hand over the cash, and they leave. I'm always careful not to let them see any of the slaves in case they do decide to turn on me, they are the one part of the operation I have little control over. One day I may enslave them too. Who knows.
Russell was inside the crate they had dropped off today, sedated for the time being. Troy was almost dancing around the crate in anticipation. I let him have his fun. He had hours of freedom left.
I had ordered a lorry to come to the ranch and pick up the crate and some other equipment for the trip. Troy and I would be in the back with our cargo. This would give us time while in transit for Troy to get Russell ready and for me to get Troy ready. The driver would unload the cargo at it's destination and wouldn't know he had just been part of a human trafficking ring. Ignorance is bliss and, if I'm involved, freedom.
Troy and I transported the crate, cage, and bag containing our toys to the ranch's main entrance for the lorry and waited there. I was leaving the ranch in Jamie's hands and although I knew he was perfectly capable I always worried about leaving the ranch.
Troy and I sat on Russell's crate and had fun letting farts lose on the crate to stink it up for him. The lorry came, driven by a rather attractive daddy-bear trucker and he helped us lift up the cargo. He didn't ask any questions, I would be tipping him.
He was a little worried about our stay in the back but accepted our reassurances that we'd be fine. When the door was closed and the lorry was moving we got to work.
Troy would be running the show under my observation. We lifted Russell's body, which was bound with much duck tape which we cut, out of the crate and stripped him of clothes before shackled him, spread eagle, on top of the cage which was at stomach level. We pulled the chain taught to give him little movement, how much they can move can effect how a person reacts and how quickly they submit.
Russell wasn't much to look at, I wouldn't have given him a second look on the street and would only have taken him under these circumstances. He was lightly muscled but quite lean. Some tattoos that looked like they had been done in prison and a few scars that could have come from there too. A six pack was visible but his overall thinness was off-putting. I wondered if he was on drugs. His face was a little gaunt and badly shaven and his hair was a light blond buzz-cut. If it weren't for the circumstances I would have struggled to give him away. He needed fattening up and toughening up but I was sure he'd get both. Nothing makes you tougher than being a slave (physically, anyway).
Troy took out a gag but stuffed what I knew to be one of his jockstraps which he used as a cum rag and stuffed it in his mouth before fastening the ball gag too tightly to be comfortable. He then nodded to me and I gave him a bottle of smelling salts which were passed under his nose.
Russell came to with a start. Whatever he had been doing when he was captured he had not been expecting to wake up like this. He immediately struggled and tugged at his restraints and making as much noise as he could. We let him for a while, standing back to keep our presence a secret for the time being.
After he had worn himself out and established that he was indeed helpless Troy stepped forward into his line of sight. When Russell saw him his eyes went wide and his struggling resumed, more frantic than before.
"Oh, you recognize me then," leered Troy. His enjoyment of this was obvious on his face and by his trousers. "Then you know why you're here. You're here `cause you're a sick fuck who deserves everything he's getting!" He grabbed Russell by the neck and made him look at him, squeezing as he did to show his power. "I'm going to enjoy this, things are only going to get worse for you. You're not a person any more, you're gonna be a bitch. Someone's slave for the rest of your miserable life, getting fucked up in ways you didn't know existed!"
It was not how I would have done it at all. The kid had no finesse in scaring a guy into submission. It was a subtle art, if you need to raise your voice and use threats then you're not a natural. Troy was not a natural.
But this was his show, his first and last, so I stood back and let him have his moment and let him think I was proud with the occasional nod when he glanced my way for approval.
We started binding him into his new uniform, I wondered if he would ever have it taken off. The two of us were easily stronger than him and had no trouble undoing his restrained limbs and rebinding them one at a time. First were his legs. We undid one and fastened his foot to his thigh nice and tight so he would only be able to move around on his knees. We did the same with the other before moving onto his arms. We locked his fists into black round rubber mitts that confined his hands into fists. We then fastened his wrists to his arms just below his shoulders so his elbows would have to join his knees as his points of mobility.
He was now lying on his back on top of the cage and was free to thrash. He had a lot to learn about moving like a dog but I was sure he would pick it up quickly. Troy stepped forward and held the finishing touch before him and the Russell's struggling stepped up a notch. It was a tail but plug.
"Better get ready for this, it's nothing compared to what you're going to be getting from now on."
He didn't even lube it up, just forced it up his hole. Maybe that's how I would have done that part because Russell's screams were delightful. When it was in Troy gave him a shove off the cage.
Russell struggled onto his new legs and headed straight for the lorry door at a pathetic speed. His new tail wagged with every movement. We both laughed at him and Troy dragged him back to the cage and threw him inside.
"You'll be living in a cage like this for the rest of your life. If I had my way I'd have those arms and legs amputated so you could never walk on two legs or eat with your hands again. Be grateful that your new owner likes his pets like this. I've been promised your first guy-ass fucking, I can't wait for it."
Now was my moment. "Neither can I." I stepped up behind him and rammed a tazzer into his side and watched him buck and thrash for a few moments before dropping to the floor. Russell stared at me, I shrugged. "I've never liked him. I only employed him because he was conveniently placed to get at a target. He's a real little bitch and I'm glad to sell him off. He'll be your pack mate, I'm afraid you'll have to put up with him some more." I leaned in close to the cage and motioned for him to come close like I was about to share a secret with him. He hesitated but crawled over. "Whatever punishment your new owner gives you, he'll be getting the same treatment. You'll be able to watch him suffer for doing this to you."
This seemed to please him a little and I quickly locked a collar around the new dogs neck, he struggled against it but I was too strong for him, holding him in place by his hair. When it was on I undid the gag around his mouth. Boringly he tried to scream for help and the then screamed in pain as the collar gave him a powerful shock.
"It'll only shock you if you speak too loud."
He glared and seethed at me from behind the bars of his cage. "Let me go or I'll..." He growls in a low voice.
I grin. He has no threat because he has nothing and I tell him so. The master makes it clear that the slave has nothing to bargain with because everything they have is now their master's. Even their body.
I set about trussing up the man who was formerly known as Troy. I gave him the same treatment he had given Russell, stripping him and binding his arms and legs in place and shock collar but I didn't give him a but plug tail, that would have to wait till later.
I drag him to the cage and throw him in just as he begins to stir.
"What? What the-?" He starts shouting but the collar kicks in and shocks him bad.
"You've been demoted." I tell him. "I never liked you and you made too much of a fuss of yourself. Time for you to move on and I've got a buyer only too happy to take you and your new pack brother off my hands."
Troy suddenly realized that he was in a cage with a guy he had had fucked over big time. Russell seemed to have realized it too and was looking murderously at him. "Hey, I promised you this guy's first guy ass fuck." Troy perked up for a moment. "What I didn't tell you is that it's your ass he's going to be fucking!"
Troy went pale and tuned to me. "No! No, please! I can be the best trainer you ever had! I'll never tell what you guys do! I'll be good - just don't sell me! Please! Ahhgggg!"
As he had begged me Russell had crawled up behind him and was mounting him, desperate to fuck over the guy. Troy's cry triggered the collar and in his shock Russell aimed his cock on the mark and got it in in one brutal thrust. Another scream and shock for Troy.
I sat back and watched while stroking my bulging jeans. Slave fucking is always fun. Even more so when it's a revenge fuck, it so rarely happens. Troy started crying half-way through and I licked my lips. They were both soaked in sweat before long and panting just like dogs as Russell struggled to find purchase and rhythm. It was a promising start to their new lives.
It was several hours later when the lorry arrived at the buyers house. By then Russel had fucked Troy raw and the two had fought as best they could for a while. I had thought about fucking them but watching was, for once, more fun. I hoped out of the trailer and told the driver to leave it, as had been arranged. He asked where my friend was. I told him he was still in the trailer, dog tired.
The trailer had been left just inside the buyer's estate and when the coast was clear I through open the doors and opened the cage. They both tried to make a break for it but they had no speed and they could not apply their strength against mine. The `tussle' was over before it started. I wrestled them to the ground, Troy first, and put my trademark cockring on him. He cried again and screamed as he knew what it meant. It was not designed to come off. Ever. Troy curled up and sobbed when I got off him. He knew he was done.
Russell clearly did not see the significance but he saw Troy's reaction and that was enough for him to panic. He too tried to get away but when he managed to reach the edge of the truck, with me strolling up behind him at a speed just as slow as him (I wasn't worried, where could he go?), he was faced with a four foot drop off the edge. He looked back at me and took the drop, despite my being less than two feet behind him.
He cried out at the pain and then again at the shock collar punishing him. I dropped down after him and quickly snapped on the ring. Russell looked up at me in confusion and with a smile I pressed the trigger button on my remote.
Both dogs screamed in pain as the cockring shocked them violently and as the collar gave them another shock. I only let them suffer a minute, letting them feel the pain.
"Unless you want that pain to become a permanent sensation in your life you will be good dogs." I started strolling down the path to the house at a very leisurely pace and I heard what used to be Troy scramble after me. He too had to face the drop and took it with a squeal. I hear him quietly explain to Russell what the ring meant and how if they did not keep up they would get the shock again. It would only get worse the further I got away. I wondered how far the distance had to be before the shock and pain was lethal.
I continued my stroll up the garden and took in the view. I always enjoyed it, it was expensive and well maintained. In the distance I spotted a new ornament and pointed it out to the dogs. At first they seemed patronized until they realized just what it was. It was a man painted in silver body paint and impaled up the ass by a steel rod that protruded from the ground and was holding a large ring above him as part of the `sculpture'. It was so still could be easily mistaken for an actual garden sculpture.
The dogs trembled at the sight. How long had the man been there with his own body weight forcing his ass to be split open? How much training had it taken for him to stay that still? How much pain had it endured for how long?
How long had he been just an object?
I finally reached the door, not really caring if the dogs kept up with me. They would learn, eventually.
The buyer was waiting at the door, watching what would soon be his pets with amused and greedy eyes. I knew him as Steve but I doubted it was his real name but I didn't care. I greeted him in a way that only money could buy: with forced charm. I had deliberately dressed in a very casual attire a workman might wear to work. I had put it on with the deliberate intention of contradicting his pristine suit that probably cost an insane amount.
Steve crouched down and petted both dogs with no fear on his face. Troy bowed his head, knowing all the pain and punishment to come and knowing his existence would be much easier if he obeyed. Russel on the other hand, just like a dog tried to bite the hand. The punishment was swift and merciless as I hit the trigger and both dogs curled up whimpering. I handed it to Steve, he knew how it worked but had a little fun with his pets anyway.
"So it's this button here?" He pressed it in question and the dogs whimpered again.
"Yes, that button there." I too pressed it in answer and the same reaction was again drawn from the two.
Russell looked like he was beginning to realize what was happening to him.
"Right, let me mark my territory." Steve pulled out his cock with no shame and pissed on the two dogs like he had done on the other occasions I had brought him new pets. Troy huddled in on himself, sobbing again, but Russell looked like he was in shock that this was happening to him.
Steve promised the rest of the money would be in the account as promised and I knew he would keep his word.
I left the two dogs with their new master and didn't care to look back. The lorry was my ride back and the driver would be back in about 30 minutes. I collected Russell and Troy's clothes and took them to a local charity shop. The woman behind the counter thanked me profusely and asked why I had such clothes that were clearly too small for me. I told her my boys had turned into dogs and wouldn't be needing them any more and she laughed. I joined the driver in the truck for the trip back, to his mild confusion. I told him my friend would be staying behind to start a new life.
I wouldn't be going directly back to the farm though, I had an appointment with Dean the bodybuilder.
To Be Continued?
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