This story in not completely fictional. Nor is it the truth and nothing but the truth. The names have definitely been changed to protect the guilty. We are all disease free and stay that way by protecting ourselves whenever we play with anyone but each other. Descriptions of unprotected sex are fictional because I'm imaginative and not stupid.
You know the rules... Don't read this if you're a minor or are offended by gay or BDSM expression. Don't even think about reproducing or publishing it without my permission. Remember, I have sadistic friends who like to punish people! <>
Chapter 6
I sleep through the night. Surprising considering how small the kennel is, but actually it was pretty comfortable and cozy. Sure I'd like to stretch out now that I'm awake. I see that Dan's not in his bed. I look at the clock and I'm shocked to see it's well after 10:00. I never sleep this late. I wonder if I'm supposed to call out to Dan, but decide not to. I can use the quiet time to think about last night. It was somehow different than usual and I can't quite figure out why. What made it different? It's not the first time I've been rented or loaned out. It's not the first time I've been used by a group. It's certainly not the first time that I've been tortured by them or anyone else. It was different though. They were more detached. Usually Dennis is right there in control of everything. Last night it was almost like Dan was more in charge. Sleeping here was certainly different. I rarely ever come here let alone sleep over. I'm shocked he has the dog kennel. What does he use that for?
My thoughts are interrupted when he comes in and sits on the edge of his bed. All he's wearing is an old, loose fitting pair of jeans. He's gorgeous and sexy. "You're finally awake."
"Yes, I'm sorry I slept so late."
"The last word out of your mouth better be Sir. It's okay that you slept, you took a beating last night." I'm still a bit sore. Looking at my body I still have some welts, some redness, and a couple of black and blue marks. Nothing serious. "Are you okay?"
I think for a second before I respond, "Yeah. I'm okay. A little sore is all. Sir."
"You're fucking amazing. Do you have to go to the bathroom?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Okay, Let me get your leash." I'm left in shock as he walks out of the room and more shocked when he returns carrying a leash. He opens the door and reaches in to attach the leash to my collar. What does he think I'm going to do, run away? He leads me out of the room and I'm more confused when he leads me in the opposite direction of the bathroom. We go through the house right out the sliding glass doors into the yard. It's a gorgeous day and Dennis and Scott are already there drinking coffee.
He walks me right past them in the grass. "Just let me walk him first. I don't want him to piss on the patio." Scott busts out laughing and Dennis just snickers. He walks me over to the corner by the fence and just stops there. He carries on light conversation with the other guys. I stay there on all fours not knowing what to do. "Go if you have to go. I'm not going to stand here all day. If you don't go now you can fucking wait until your next walk." SHIT! What the fuck is this all about? I have to pee so I let it rip and piss in the grass, but I also have to defecate. I tell him. "So go ahead. What do you think I brought you out here for?" The three of them are watching me. I've never done this before. I turn toward them so I'm facing them. I squat down and push. I'm so fucking embarrassed and really humiliated when he pats my head and tells me I'm a good boy. "You done?" I nod yes too embarrassed to say anything. He reaches into his pocket and hands my a baggie, "Pick it up. You're not making a mess on my lawn." Scott and Dennis both crack up. I turn the bag inside out, pick it up without touching it, and seal the bag. "Wipe your ass." He tells me.
Oh come on! He's got to be kidding! "How?" I ask with a real attitude. He doesn't say a word but his belt is off in a heartbeat! He doubles it up and whips the hell out of me. He must have landed twenty good ones. I curled up on the ground in an effort to protect myself but he belted my across my ass, hips, back and arms. "Don't you ever talk to me in that tone of voice. Not ever. Now drag your butt in the grass to wipe it like the pig you are." Oh Fuck! That was a hell of a beating and this is a lot of humiliation for first thing in the morning. I do drag my ass along the ground to clean it. Put the bag in your mouth and crawl to the garbage pail and put it in there. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I do it like I was told but I hate it!. Then I'm brought back to the patio table and told to stay on my knees as Dan joins the others for coffee.
"Okay. Lets talk." Dan begins. They all look at me. Scott is in a pair of board shorts, sitting back in his chair with his legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankles. Dennis, who is awesome in his Speedo, is sitting up straight with his legs crossed. "We've been talking and there need to be some changes made. In light of what we saw last night and other observations we've made over time, it's obvious you're a lot fucking lower than we realized. You have too much freedom and too many privileges for someone as low as you are. The rules have to change." He stops talking and lets it sink in. I don't say anything yet. I want to see where this goes.
He continues, "From now on there are going to be lots of changes. First, you lose some privileges. Men decide when they go to the bathroom. You don't. You'll be put on a schedule. If you have to go at another time you ask permission first. Next, men get to use the bathroom in the house. You don't. You'll be walked and will do your business outside, making sure you clean up after yourself. You also shower out here with the garden hose unless you're told otherwise."
Again he stops and lets it sink in. I think about what he's just said. "Your dick is getting hard." He points out. "I take it you accept the rules so far." Scott snickers. I say nothing. "Also, men get to decide when and what they eat. You don't. We'll tell you when to eat and what to eat. Don't you dare eat anything without our permission. Same with drinking. You don't drink anything unless we tell you. Also, your water supply is the toilet. That's where you drink from unless told otherwise." He pauses again. "By the way, your dick is now rock hard. So again, I take it you agree." Again, I say nothing.
"Next, men deserve and have a right to all of these things. You don't. For you they are privileges you have to pay for. You'll be paddled every time you eat, or drink, shower, or go to the bathroom. It's simply the price you pay for being a boy."
"You don't get to be free in the house. You'll be leashed, tethered, kenneled, restrained, or whatever at all times when we're home. You sleep in a kennel from now on. Once you're put in the kennel you don't come out for any reason except a fire or some such emergency. Anything short of that you stay in it until you're taken out. If we go out, you'll wear an electric collar around your balls. If you move away from us, or if we want your attention, or if you need to be punished we'll zap your balls. How hard will depend on how badly you're fucking up."
"Lastly, there'll be more pain and suffering. You deserve more, from now on you'll get more." The silence hangs. Scott smiles and nods in full agreement. Dennis sips more coffee. Dan keeps his eyes on me. "You can talk." He gives me permission.
"I don't understand what's changed. I don't know why you're doing this. Sir."
Dennis talks for the first time. "We're doing this partly because you deserve it, but we deserve it too. We're men and we behave like men, that gets us certain privileges. You're not equal to us. We are superior to you. There should be a difference in how we're treated and in the privileges we have. You're much lower than us. You get much less, we get much more. That's how it should be. It's not only fair, it's right." My mind is racing trying to take it all in.
"Come on. We always play like this. I'm still a man. Sir"
Scott sits forward in his seat. "That's just it, You're not a man, you're just a boy. Even if you want to argue that you are a man, you don't behave like a man. Men don't submit themselves to other men. They don't ask to be tortured and beaten. They don't get off on being beaten and humiliated. They don't drink piss. They don't kneel before other men like you're doing now. They don't call other men Sir. You're not bad, just different, and you have to be treated differently, Eric." He sits back and crosses his legs again. I need time to think so I say nothing.
Dennis comes to me, "I have to take a leak." He takes his dick out and moves it toward my mouth. I take it without even thinking about it. He pisses in my mouth and I swallow it all. When he's done he goes and sits down again. He looks at me and asks, "Now do you get it?" All of a sudden it clicks. I get it. Shit! I get it! FUCK! I am different.
Scott sees my distress. "It's okay, Eric. We still love you. We just have to adjust things so they're fair to all of us. We'll all be happier this way. You'll move in with us. So will Dan. This is how it's supposed to be. We own you. You were just the last one to know."
I try to hold on to my last ounce of pride and dignity. "You don't own me."
"Yeah, we do." Dennis says. "We always have. If you don't think we own you then get up and walk out now. If you walk out don't ever come back. Nothing is holding you here, but yourself. Your car is out front. You have plenty of money, a good job a nice house. You're more successful than all of us. You only need us because you need to be owned, and we own you. If you didn't need this you'd have cut out a long time ago." I keep thinking about it. I really don't want to leave.
Dennis and Dan go in the house. Scott reassures me. "Don't worry about it. It's really okay. We love you, Eric. Lick my feet for me. You'll feel better." I lick and kiss his feet and oddly enough I do feel better. Dan and Dennis come out with a tray full of bagels, butter, cheese, cream cheese and more juice and coffee and put it on the table. Dan puts a bowl on the floor and opens two packets of dry oatmeal into the bowl. While still talking he pees into the bowl. Scott stands up with a paddle and reminds me, "You peed, you crapped, and now you're eating breakfast. Bend over and take it like a man." They all laugh. My ass is paddled until it's bright red. Then I eat my breakfast.
I could end it here and start a new story, or continue on. I could come up with another chapter if there's interest.
Eric from South Florida