Dogslave training 7-13

By Lewis.

Chapter Seven

        It was a beautiful sunny, warm Saturday afternoon at Master Andy's ranch. He had decided to have a BBQ and His mates Dean, Zack, and Jason were sitting around drinking beers, whilst He cooked up steaks. Dean's Kawasaki was propped up a few feet away, and he was wearing leather biker pants, but had taken off his shirt and boots since it was too hot with them on. Jason wore a tight black vest which showed off his giant biceps, along with a red baseball cap on backwards whilst Zack wore only a pair of tight black shorts. Master Andy wore only a jock strap and dark police sunglasses, which made the other 3 guys continuously hard. He had been spending a lot of time either naked or nearly naked outside, and had developed a gorgeous tan that made Him even hotter, if that were possible.

        The dogslave was tethered to a post that had been driven into the ground. The chain was connected to it via its PA piercing and was about 15 feet long, so it was able to reach the guys to service them if required, but at the moment had to been ordered to “lie down” out of the way. Occasionally it was called over to act as a toilet if one of the men needed to piss.

        “How's that pigdog of yours, Jason?” asked Dean. “The one you picked up at the Pound. Last thing I remember it was feasting on your shit like it hadn't eaten in a week!”

        “I still own it.” Jason said. “Wouldn't give that thing up in a hurry. When I'm not using it myself, I loan it out for money to leather bars as a toilet for the night.”

        “Nice one,” said Master Andy. “You should've brought it with you.”

        “Yeah, I will next time. It's being punished at the moment. It came in its sleep. Of course, it was bound to happen sooner or later, cos I never let it cum at all. But, you know, it still came without permission, so its gotta be punished.”

        “Too right,” said Zack. “What are you doing to it?”

        “I've got it chained up on all fours, where it belongs, with a massive dildo connected to a fucking machine constantly ploughing its arse to keep it hard. I've attached this milking machine to its cock, which makes it cum every half an hour or so. Like what you'd use for a cow. After the first few orgasms it's agony for it every time it cums. And it's been hooked up to it for nearly 12 hours now. Still another 12 to go. It sure wont wanna cum for a while after that!”

        “Ha. Nice. I may have to borrow this machine,” said Master Andy. “For when that piece of shit's been behaving badly.” He waved in the direction of the dogslave.

        “Talking of which,” Zack said. “I really need to take a piss again. Oi. Dog! Heel!” He bellowed. The dogslave came running up to him, the chain attached to its cock dragging behind it, and began wildly liking at his feet. Zack pulled out his gigantic cock, which was as hard as a rock and sticking straight up into the air. The dogslave sat and looked at the cock.

        “Beg for it!”

        The dogslave put its paws up in the air and began to whimper, louder and louder. Started licking its lips.

        “Suck!”

        No sooner had the dogslave taken the massive dick into its mouth, Zack began releasing a torrent of watery piss from all the beer he had been drinking.

        “This thing's like a fucking drain!” Zack commented. “Look at it go!”.

        “Just let me know if it spills a drop.” Said Master Andy. “I've devised a special punishment for it if it does. Basically its a dildo with a hole in it, a cock sheath and a piss gag, all connected via rubber tubes, which have valves in so I can direct the flow of liquid. If it spills my piss, I fill its arse up with a gallon of water and then insert the dildo and gag, which are then locked on, and then put the cock sheath on its pathetic little dick. The only way it can get rid of the water up its arse is to push it out through the dildo, which is connected to the piss gag, so it has to drink it. When it has to piss, I turn the valve, so it's piss goes up its arse. Then I turn the valve again so it has to drink its own piss from its arse. Or I just make it recycle its own piss over and over again if I can't be bothered to keep changing the valve. It soon learns not to spill any of my piss, though. Or anyone else's for that matter.”

        “Nice. How long do you keep it like that Andy?” Zack asked as the dogslave guzzled his piss.

        “A day or so usually does it.”

        Once the flow had stopped the dogslave licked Zack's cock clean and then stepped back and sat down doggy style.

        “Anyone wanna go out tonight?” Dean asked.

        “Sure,” the other men replied. “Where to?”

        “What about Enslaved? I’d like to find myself a hot slave. I'm jealous of you guys,” Dean said, looking at Master Andy and Jason.

        “Me too!” said Zack.

        “Enslaved it is then,” said Master Andy.

        Enslaved was a private leather bar that the guys were all members of. It was a little less hard-core than The Pound – the toilets were unfortunately not filled with grovelling slaves chained and waiting to consume large piles of shit or torrents of piss from horny Masters, but nonetheless it was a hot place to hang out. The bar staff were all extremely sexy, and kept naked and collared, and you could often pick up equally attractive slaves. Like The Pound, there was a strict dress code where slaves had to wear a collar and leather boots, and nothing else, and Master's had to wear leather or rubber. Usually this meant that Master's wore leather/rubber boots, leather/rubber jeans/chaps, a leather/rubber harness or tight fitting t-shirt, and an arm band. The club also had a very well equipped dungeon and often invited experienced Masters to demonstrate various aspects of slave training, which was always fun.

        The 4 men turned up in their full leather gear looking as hot as ever. The dogslave was wearing black leather boots, the first time it had worn any clothing since signing the slave contract, but was otherwise in normal dog mode, heeling at its Master's left boot and kept on a short leash. Jason had also brought his pig-slave along, likewise leashed and crawling on all-fours like the dogslave.

        The men gave their names and ID to the bouncer on the door and were welcomed to the club. He stared at the dog and pigslave and got an instant boner in his leather jeans, wishing he had an animal slave crawling at his boots.

        Inside the club there was a mixture of dog and pigslaves crawling on all-fours and slaves standing on two feet. Most were owned, but a good number wore collars that were not locked on, signifying that they were looking for a Master. Master Andy and Jason walked to the bar, leading their respective animal slaves with them, whilst the Zack and Dean motioned that they were going downstairs, to the dungeon.

        “What can I get you, Sirs?” A hot bar man who looked to be in his very early twenties with a short cropped mohawk hair style, chain collar, several piercings in his ears/eyebrow/nipples and a large tribal tattoo down one side of his tanned muscular body asked. The two Masters ordered and the hot stud quickly fetched their drinks.

        “Good boy,” Master Andy smiled and led His dog towards the stairs to the dungeon. It got a lot of looks from other slaves and Masters due to its FUCK HOLE and DOG SLAVE tattoos covering its back and arse. It followed its Master down the stairs and found itself in a large dungeon, with a row of 8 small cages with thick, black metal bars against one wall. A naked, collared dogslave was locked in each one. They were all excited, their heads pressed against the bars of the cage, their thick cocks hard. They seemed to be aged around 20-30. Jason's pigslave seemed to recognise one of the caged dogs and crawled forward, and Jason had to jerk back hard on the leash. He put a booted foot on the back of its head and pressed its face into the floor, keeping it there for several minutes whilst he made conversation with Master Andy. After a while they went to find Dean and Zack, who were talking to a Master wearing a leather vest which nicely showed off his heavily muscled arms covered in beautiful tattoos. He appeared to own a slave, who was standing slightly behind him, completely naked apart from a chain collar padlocked on, its head submissively bowed, its feet shoulder width apart in order to properly expose its nice 7” cut cock, and its hands on the back of its neck – the classic “at rest” slave stance.

        Dean and Zack greeted Jason and Master Andy, and introduced Master Keith, whom they had been talking to. Just then a true god of a man stepped in front of the cages and announced that the evening's dog training talk was about to begin. He was at least 6 foot 6 inches tall with massive, broad shoulders, close cropped dirty blonde hair, a chiselled jaw with a light amount of stubble. He had what looked like 25 inch biceps that were fantastically toned, a huge chest and abs to drawl over. He wore chaps and black leather biker boots. In his right hand he carried a short dog lead. He opened the cage furthest to the left, clipped the lead to the dogslave's collar and dragged it out before making it sit by his boots.

        “Good evening fellow Masters,” he said in a loud, clear, authoritative voice. “I am Master Jack. As you can see I am primarily interested in keeping and training dogslaves. All of these animals you see before you are owned by me. This dog,” he jerked on the lead he was holding, “is my latest acquisition. All the dogslaves are caged in order of how long I have owned them, with those on the left the newest and least experienced, whilst those on the right I have owned the longest and are the most experienced. I have been asked by the club to give a talk on the different aspects of dog training and I thought I would start off with the basics with the newer dogs and move onto more advanced topics with my more experienced dogslaves.”

        “I have owned this animal for only a little over a week and like many new dogs it is having trouble staying on all fours and off all furniture at all times. When I leave the house and order the dog to “stay” I demand that it remain in the exact position I left it until I return. However I often find this dogslave on the sofa when I return. Obviously it is severely punished for its digression through a good 30 or 40 lashes with the bullwhip, as you can see,” he pointed to some now fading red welt marks on the dogslave's back and arse, “but this causes me a great deal of time and effort, so I wanted a simpler, easier solution that would train the dogslave to stay permanently on the floor where it belongs. I hit on the idea of using a modified shock collar. Basically you attach these devices,” he held up a small black box, “to the wall a couple of feet above the ground. They emit an invisible laser beam that if broken by the collar gives the animal a nasty shock. Therefore I set up my dungeon with the lasers and put a nice comfy sofa in one corner. I then put the pup in the dungeon, and ordered it to stay off the furniture. Sure enough a few hours later I found it curled up on the concrete asleep. The collar altered its psychology so now it wants always to remain at boot level. I found this solution much quicker than the way I trained my other dogslaves to remain on all fours 24/7 which was to use the traditional wrist and ankle restraints which are all attached via short chains to a cock ring, so if the animal tries to stand it pulls painfully on the cock. It took several weeks to train the dogs this way, but only a day using the shock collar.”

        The Master used his booted foot to push the young dogslave back into its cage, locked it, and then led out the second dogslave. “Now for my next topic – training dogslaves not to cum. It is very easy to stop a dog playing with itself simply by locking leather puppy mitts to its front paws – an item which all my dogslaves have locked on permanently. However, a dogslave can still hump various items, usually the floor, to get relief. There are several ways to deal with this problem. Some Masters would simply castrate their dogs, although personally I like the fact that a dog longs to cum but is not able to simply because I have denied it permission. Other Masters would simply lock their dog's dick in a chastity cage, but again, I find the idea that the only thing stopping my dogs from cumming are my orders. Therefore I do not use chastity devices, neutering, enforced milking or anything like this on my dogs. They are simply punished extremely severely if they dare cum without my permission. Usually this involves a prolonged whipping using the most painful flogger I own, directed especially at the cock and balls. Its best to administer this straight after the dog has cum, when it is most sensitive. Following this I use an electric cockring and butt plug on the animal which is set to deliver random, painful shocks for a minimum of 24 hours. The technique seems to be quite effective – my oldest dogslave has not cum in over a year.” As before he kicked the second dogslave back into its tiny cage and led out the third.

        “My next topic is perhaps not for everyone, but to me it is of vital importance for keeping a dogslave for prolonged periods. I'm talking about house breaking a dogslave. For me a dogslave must never be allowed to piss and shit inside the house, unless it is locked inside a punishment cage and living in its own filth for an extended period is part of the punishment. With the exception of the youngest dogslave, all these dogs have been house broken. This means they will only piss and shit outside when ordered to do so. They must hold it if not given permission. Usually I allow dogs to piss twice a day and shit once, although if I am busy they have to learn to hold it for as long as necessary. To begin with, I keep the new dog to be house broken in the dungeon which has an easily cleaned concrete floor. They are kept there, with permission to shit and piss denied until they inevitably can hold it no longer and therefore piss and shit onto the floor. At this early stage in their training, I dont expect the animal to lick up its waste as punishment. Instead I verbally lay into the animal and terrify it. Tell it that if it does this again it will be castrated, or sold off to a leather bar as a toilet slave, or whipped until it passes out. Whatever it takes to make the slave truly afraid. A good Master should be able to come up with endless possibilities. The next step is to force the dog to eat and drink large amounts and then deny it permission to piss and shit for at least 24 hours. A young dogslave with a strong bladder should be able to cope. After the 24 hours are up, let the dog out of the dungeon or cage. It should naturally go and sit by the door, and wait for its Master to let it out. At this point, the Master should make it wait, at least for a couple more hours. The dogslave should be able to see you reading the newspaper, or watching TV for example, whilst it waits by the door, desperately trying to hold its bladder. This reinforces the fact that whatever the Master is doing it is more important than the dogslave's pathetic need to piss or shit. After a couple of hours the Master should allow the dog out. However, it should walk the correct half step behind the Master's left leg until it is given permission to piss/shit, at which point it may run off and sniff out a good toilet spot. If it runs for the nearest bush as soon as it is allowed out of the house, order the dogslave to heel, tell it that it has been a bad dog, and should always stay behind Master, and then make it wait a couple more hours. If it cannot hold its waste, give it a severe whipping, and then repeat the process.”

        The Master brought out the next dogslave - a real pig, with a zero crop haircut, tattoos all over its body, massive septum, nipple and prince albert piercings and a thick chain link dog collar.

        “The next thing I want to discuss is something that every slave needs to learn how to do properly. That is worship a Master's cock no matter what the size. Like many Masters I know, I have a big dick.” With that he pulled out a massive 11” cut cock that was semi-hard. “See,” he grinned. “I can get it to 12” if I'm particularly horny, and I've trained this pigdog to swallow it all.” The Master then turned to the dogslave an ordered “SUCK!”. The dogslave launched itself at its Master's now fully hard cock, easily 3” in diameter. Somehow it managed to force its mouth open wide enough to accommodate the head and then it slowly worked its way down the shaft until it reached its Master huge balls. The animal slave never gagged once, although the shape of the Master's cock could clearly be seen bulging in the dogslave's throat. The slave continued deepthroating its Master while he explained how he trained his animals to achieve this.

        “I start by forcing the dogs to wear cock gags at all times, apart from when they are feeding or making a pathetic attempt to service me. I have a variety of sizes, so start small, and then gradually force them to accommodate bigger and bigger cock gags over a few weeks. This gets their jaws used to being permanently open. Then for the deep throating part, I usually use my own cock and force their heads down further and further over time. If this doesn't work, then another option is to starve the dogslave for a couple of days and then tell it that it will only get a meal of cum if it manages to deep throat your cock. If this doesnt work, I get a large dildo and put some food about 8 inches from the head. If it wants the food it has to deep throat the dildo to get it. The food can then be moved further and further back.” All the while the dogslave was still worshipping its Master's cock. The Master roughly kicked the dogslave off his dick, ordered it back into its cage, and then dragged out the next dog.

        He pointed to his black leather boots and ordered. “CLEAN!”. The dogslave immediately began to enthusiastically lick the boots and they quickly started to shine with its saliva. “All dogslaves should be enthusiastic boot lickers like this one, but they should also be trained to lick a Master's boots clean whatever condition they are in. If the Master wants to walk through a muddy field, then the dogslave should be able to lick those boots shiny again. Boot licking training is done via three stages. Initially I cum over my boots and have the dog lick the cum off. Next I stand in its dog bowl and have the dog eat its dinner from my boots. Thirdly I'll take the dog for a walk after its rained and get the boots nice and muddy and then have the dog lick them clean again, including the treads. If it refuses, the toe end of the boot is forcibly inserted into its mouth and strapped to its head for the next 24 hours, during which time it is not allowed to eat, drink, piss or shit. After the 24 hour period the boot is removed from its mouth and it is again ordered to lick the boots clean. If it still refuses it is severely whipped, forced to drink its own piss, but not allowed to shit, and then the boot inserted into its mouth for another 24 hours. In my experience the dogslave will beg to lick its Master's boots whatever condition they are in after this.” He ordered the dog back into its cage.

        “I believe that these slaves should be trained to behave as much like a real dog as possible, and this, in my opinion, should definitely extend to them eating real dog food from a can. Of course, it's pretty straightforward to get your dogslave to do this. Simply dump a can of the cheapest dog food you can buy into its bowl and if it doesn't eat it, take it away for 24 hours. If it still doesn't feed do it again. Sooner or later starvation will kick in and then it should be made to beg to eat, preferably for several hours. This really highlights the power the Master has over his dog, and shows it what a lowly, worthless animal it is. Another way whereby you can get the dogslave to eat dog food is to make it compete with either a real dog, or a more experienced dogslave. Initially the real dog/experienced dogslave will eat the whole bowl of dog food, leaving the novice dogslave hungry, but as time goes on, the novice dogslave will become more aggressive and fight with its competitor for food. This will also teach the dogslave to eat its food as quickly as possible.”

        “Lastly I want to talk about training a dogslave to be full toilet. I firmly believe this is something that all dogslaves should be trained to be. In my opinion a true slave should crave everything that comes from its Master's body – His cum, His piss and His shit. A dogslave should consider it an honour to be allowed to consume its Master's shit, piss or cum – that He would give His precious waste to such a lowly, worthless piece of scum. Personally I have not used a real toilet in many years, and do not intend to use one ever again. Many Master's have different ways of training their dogslave's to eat shit. Some like to give their dogs zero choice in the matter by inserting a large spyder gag into their mouths, strapping them down under a rim seat, and simply shit into their open mouths. Others will shit into a hood and force the dog to wear it for a extended period to get them used to the smell, whilst others make their dogs clean up their own shit first, which is thought by some to be easier for them. I like to start by forcing a dog to lick my arsehole clean after I've just taken a shit. It gets them used to eating very small quantities. If the dog is being reluctant to lick your arsehole clean, then you’ll need to apply some force. I usually start by dipping a cockhead or pecker gag into my shit and then forcing it into its mouth and keeping locked on for an hour or two in order to begin to get the dogslave used to licking shit. Some dogs find the smell of shit worse than the taste, so here’s when you can shit into a hood and make the dog wear it for an extended period to get it used to the smell.

        Once you have got the dog licking your butt clean, its normally only a small jump to getting it to be your full toilet pig. Ensure that it is given no choice in the matter. Shit into its bowl, order it to feed, and place your booted foot on the back of its head, keeping it there until it has eaten its meal, or use the spyder gag method I talked about earlier.

        That’s about all I wanted to say tonight. Thanks for listening, I hoped it has helped. Now, all these dogs you see before you are available for use, so enjoy yourselves!”

        With that all the Masters in the room applauded and then crowded around the cages as the dogslaves were dragged out and their mouths and arseholes were quickly filled with long, thick, hard cocks, made bigger by all the talk of dogslave training.

        Master Andy did not at first go and fuck any of the dogs. Whilst the huge Master had been giving his talk on dogslave training, He had noticed two identical twins who both appeared to be slaves. They both had short cropped blonde hair, were around 6ft 2”, and were naked aside from military boots and thick chain-link collars fastened around their necks. Their muscles were not overly large, but fantastically toned, so that both had visible 8-packs. A tribal armband tattoo around each arm accentuated their beautiful biceps. Their 7 inch cocks, both cut, were erect from listening to the Master talk about dog training. Master Andy walked over to the pair, His dogslave obediently walking beside His left leg.

        “Haven’t seen you around before, and I’m sure I would have remembered,” He said. “What’re your names?” Master Andy asked, as His dogslave began instinctively licking the boots of the two twins.

         “I’m Blake, and my brother’s called Ben Sir,” one of the twins answered, their cock’s getting harder both from the boot licking they were receiving and from talking to one of the hottest Master’s in the bar. “That’s an extremely sexy dog you own, Sir.”

        Master Andy smiled. “So, you owned or what?”

“No Sir. Not Yet,” Blake answered again, “but we are looking for a Master that would take both of us on.”

“I see.” Said Master Andy getting interested. “I’ve never come across two identical twins wanting to be owned by the same Master before. So do you two fuck each other or what?”

“Yes, Sir. We both realised we were gay at the same time and then began to experiment sexually with each other. We enjoyed it, so we carried on, but after a while we both came to understand we are both submissive bottoms. From then on our biggest fantasy has always been to be owned and used by the same Master.”

By this time, Master Andy’s cock was throbbing inside His leather jeans.

“So what’re you into?” He asked.

“Mostly we are simply into sexually serving our Master as sex slaves. Although we also enjoy being used as pony slaves, Sir.”

“And have you ever been owned before?”

        “Yes, Sir. We were initially owned by a Master who would use us at the weekends, and then we progressed to full time servicing. However, he moved away, and released us, Sir, so we are now looking for another Master.”

        “Well what’d you say you come with Me to the backroom, and I can see what you’ve got?”

“Yes SIR!” Both twins said at the same time.

Master Andy dragged His dogslave to the backroom of the bar, and the two beautiful twin slaves followed Him. As soon as He got there, He pulled out His massive cock and ordered them both to suck Him off, whilst the dogslave was told to rim them as they serviced Him. The two slaves got down on hands and knees and took up position on either side of Master Andy’s cock. They then started to kiss and lick His cockhead, before kissing each other with His pulsating cockhead inbetween their two mouths. The dogslave meanwhile had a massive boner of its own, as it had its head buried in the crack of Ben’s muscular arse, and was licking his tight, perfectly hairless arsehole. Unlike its Master, however, there was going to be no relief for the dogslave tonight.

Ben then began to deepthroat Master Andy, whilst Blake concentrated on His huge balls, trying his hardest to fit them both into his mouth at the same time. Master Andy groaned in pleasure, and was soon spurting load after load of hot cum into Ben’s mouth. Ben then proceeded to kiss Blake, feeding him approximately half the cum so that they could both savour it, before swallowing every drop. They then began dutifully cleaning Master Andy’s cock, all the while still being rimmed by the dogslave.

“You are coming home with me, right now!” Master Andy said.

“Yes, Sir! Thanks you, Sir!” Both slaves said in unison. With that Master JAndy grabbed the dogslave’s lead, and ordered the two slaves to follow Him to His truck. The night was young and He was still extremely horny. He planned to use His three slaves all night long.

Chapter Eight

        Master Andy got back to His ranch just after midnight with the two slave twins He had picked up sitting up front and His dogslave sitting in the bed of His truck. its leash was clipped to an eyehook and it was shivering slightly from the night air. He parked by His house and ordered the slave twins out, still naked apart from their boots and collars, whilst He unclipped the dogslave’s lead and pulled it roughly down from the truck. He walked up to the front door, whilst the dogslave obediently crawled just behind His left boot and the gorgeous slave twins followed behind dog and Master.

        Once inside Master Andy continued down to the dungeon basement where He kept all of His sex toys and bondage equipment, and where the dogslave slept in its cage, with the trio of slaves following closely behind Him. Once there He began to remove His clothes, such that He ended up wearing only His leather boots and a leather top harness, which made His chest look even bigger. The twins, who had not seen Him naked before, nearly came simultaneously without even touching themselves at the sight of Him, and couldn’t take their eyes off Master Andy’s gigantic cock, now fully errect and throbbing. Master Andy sat on the rim chair set up next to the dogslave’s cage. The twins saw that a large metal dog bowl was positioned underneath and they guessed that the Master would sit on the rim chair and then shit into the bowl before ordering His to dogslave to feed on His waste. They guessed correctly. Tonight however, Master Andy just used it as a chair, His hard cock sticking up into the air. He snapped His fingers and pointed at the two beautiful slaves.

        “Take off your boots, then 69 each other.” They both hurriedly pulled off their black boots and then lay down on the hard concrete floor. Ben started to suck Blake’s 7 inch cock, and a second later Blake reciprocated, firstly licking the engorged purple cockhead and teasing his piss slit with his tongue, before slowly working his way down his shaft. Soon the twins picked up the pace of the sucking, until they were moving their heads frantically up and down the other’s dick. Master Andy used the lead to drag His dogslave in front of Him.

        “Suck My cock, dog!” Before Master Andy could finish the word ‘cock’ the dogslave was deepthroating all 9 throbbing inches of its Master’s dick, and He moaned in pleasure, both from the exquisite blowjob and the sight of the beautiful twins 69ing each other on His dungeon floor. After 10 minutes of the twins simultaneously sucking eachother off, Master Andy ordered them to change positions:

        “Slave ben, start rimming your brother’s fuck hole, whilst slave blake continue sucking your brother’s cock.” They quickly changed position, so that slave ben was lying on his back, and slave blake knelt over him, with his arse next to his brother’s head and his mouth by his cock. slave ben started flicking his tongue over his brother’s arsehole, and then gradually started to work his tongue deeper and deep into his hole, until after a few minutes he was vigorously tongue fucking him. slave blake meanwhile was switching between gently licking and teasing his brother’s cockhead and deepthroating his dick and massaging his shaft with his throat muscles. This performance made Master Andy even hornier, and He grabbed His dogslaves head and began rapidly forcing it up and down His long, thick shaft. This would have caused a less well trained dogslave to gag, but Master Andy’s animal had long since learned to overcome this reflex and simply opened up its throat to allow its Master giant dick to enter. After several more minutes of the dogslave expertly blowing its Master, and the slave twins rimming and sucking each other, Master Andy felt as if He were about to explode into the dogslave’s mouth, but He wasn’t ready to come yet. He roughly pushed the dogslave off His cock, and ordered it, along with the two slaves to get on all fours in a line and present their arses to Him. As they rapidly arranged themselves, Master Andy grabbed a bottle of lube and then went about greasing up each slave’s hole, starting with His dogslave, and then slave ben and blake, whose holes’ felt extremely tight. He grinned in anticipation of the pleasure that would follow.

        “slave ben, you will fuck My dogslave. slave blake, you will fuck your brother’s hole, whilst he is fucking my dog. I will fuck you. Got it?”

        The twins both confirmed with a loud “SIR, YES SIR”, whilst the dogslave woofed. slave ben then moved so he could shove his cock into the dogslave’s lubed up hole. There was some resistance and then its sphincter opened up, allowing slave ben’s dick to slide inside. he pushed until his toned abs came into contact with the top of the dogslave’s arse, just above the “FUCK HOLE” tattoo which he found extremely hot. slave ben then spread his legs and relaxed his hole so that his brother could enter him. he felt pressure at his hole, a quick flash of pain, and then the exquisite pleasure of his arse being nicely filled by a warm throbbing cock. slave blake also pushed his cock fully inside his brother’s hole until his 8-pack was touching the top part of his arse, and his balls were hitting the lower part. Finally Master Andy began forcing his enormous dick into slave blake’s arsehole. It was by far the largest cock that slave blake had ever taken, and he winced in pain as the huge cock head forced his sphincter open, but after this, he too felt the blissful pleasure of having his arsehole filled by a beautiful, horny, Master’s cock. slave ben felt his hole being stretched open wider, as his brother’s cock got thicker.

        “None of you will come until I come, except you, dog. You’re not to come at all. Understand you fucking piece of shit?”

        “Woof!” the dogslave barked, showing it understood that it did not have permission to come.

        Master Andy began pulling His giant cock out of slave blake’s hole, and then just as the cockhead met his sphincter he roughly shoved it back in. His large balls smacked against slave blake’s butt. The wonderful pressure from Master Andy’s cock against his prostate made slave blake think he was in heaven, and it took all of his control to stop himself exploding there and then into his brother’s hole. Instead he began to fuck slave ben, who in turn started fucking the dogslave; both of them fucking at the rhythm set by Master Andy.

        They fucked like this, all in a line, for at least 15 minutes, until Master Andy began to groan loudly and then started pumping load after load of hot cum into slave blake’s tight arse. It felt like he was being given an enema there was so much cum flooding into him. Seconds later slave blake also came into his brother, moaning loudly as he did so. slave ben followed suit, dumping his hefty load of semen into the dogslave’s hole.

The dogslave, who had been ordered not to cum, was left desperately trying not to ejaculate after the hot fucking it had just received. slave ben’s cock was still hard and filling its arsehole, causing its cock to twitch rapidly up and down, the engorged, purple cock head hittings its six pack as it did so. it tried desperately to control itself, willing itself not cum and face the wrath of its Master, despite the fact it hadn’t had any relief in weeks and was horny as hell. It thought it had managed it, but just as slave ben pulled his thick, hard, dripping cock of it arse it spontaneously erupted. Thick white spurts of cum fired out of its rock solid cock, flew several feet through the air and landed to form a gooey puddle on the concrete floor.

“What the fuck did I tell you, you stupid fucking shit head?” Master Andy roared. He ripped His cock out of slave blake’s hole, causing the slave to yelp in pain, and started laying into the dogslave with His heavy leather boots. He kicked the dog over to the wall where a variety of whips and crops were hung up on display and selected the meanest whip in His collection - a ‘Cherry Bomb’ - which He had purchased from Mr S Leather. The short whip had a woven knob at the end which caused excruciating pain if used hard enough. Master Andy began bringing it down as hard as he could on the dogslave’s back, causing it to scream out in agony.

“Silence you worthless fucking DOG!” He placed his right boot next to the dogslave’s mouth and brought the other boot down on the back of its head and pushed its mouth onto the leather of the toe, effectively gagging it before continuing with the whipping. Only muffled screams emerged. After 10 more lashes with the Cherry Bomb the dog’s back was covered in angry red marks and black bruises where the end of the whip had landed.

“That was just a warm-up slave. You are in for some serious punishment over the next few days. Now, fucking lick up that disgusting puddle of dog cum you stupid, useless fucking animal!”

The dogslave ran as fast as it could to the puddle of cum, already liquefying. It stuck out its tongue and began lapping feverishly at the cold gunk. It own cum tasted salty and horrible compared to its Master’s glorious nectar, especially after the brutal whipping.

Whilst the dogslave was licking up the pool of its own cum, Master Andy ordered slave ben to go and bring him 3 bottles of beer from the fridge. The slave came back quickly with the bottles and handed them to Master Andy, all the while keeping his head bowed to avoid any eye contact with Him. Master Andy sat back down on the rim chair.

He pointed at the two slaves and ordered: “lick My boots!”

slave ben started attacking the right boot with his tongue, whilst slave blake began licking the left boot with equal enthusiasm.

“Good slaves. Keep that up.”

He sighed and leaned back. Closed His eyes and took a long drink of beer, whilst enjoying the feeling of the two slaves grovelling at His boots. He could sense their tongues through the leather, and it was fantastic. Despite having just deposited a giant quantity of cum up slave blake’s arsehole, He was rock hard and ready to cum again.

        He kicked away slave blake and ordered him to begin fucking the dogslave, which he complied with instantly. his large cock entered easily into the dog’s hole, with slave ben’s cum acting as lube. Once he had got into a nice rhythm, slave ben was then ordered to start fucking his brother. Lastly Master Andy got up and rammed His thick cock into slave ben’s fuckhole. It was just a tight as his brother’s, and although he had braced himself, slave ben still whimpered in pain as he experienced Master Andy entering him for the first time. Now that Master Andy had joined the fuck line, the rhythm became dominated by Him. He pounded slave ben’s hole for at least 30 minutes. slave ben in turn pistoned his cock in and out of slave blake’s arse, who was doing the same to the dogslave, his pelvis slamming audibly against the “FUCK HOLE” tattoo. After half an hour of fucking, Master Andy started increasing the pace with which He was ramrodding slave ben, began to groan loudly, and then shot another enormous load of spunk into the slave’s beautiful, muscular arse. slave ben likewise spewed a load into his brother’s hole, and slave blake followed suit, draining his balls into the dogslave. After this second round of fucking, all the slave’s holes were brimming with hot spunk.

        Master Andy collapsed back onto the rim chair, and ordered the two slaves to resume their boot licking duties. He grab another bottle of beer and this time poured a good amount over each boot, then told them to lick it up.

        “Dogslave, rim these slaves, and suck the cum out of their holes!” He ordered. His animal slave complied immediately, starting with slave blake. Cum was starting to leak out of his tight, hairless, pink hole as he bent down on all fours to clean the sides of Master Andy’s left boot. The dogslave stuck its tongue into his arsehole, causing him to groan in pleasure, and started sucking out the warm creamy cum that was a mixture of both His Master’s and slave ben’s seed. It tasted slightly sweet, mixed with a more bitter aftertaste which it attributed to small chunks of the slave’s shit. The volume of spunk up the slave's arse was immense, and the dogslave kept sucking and sucking his hole, only to find more and more cum kept pouring out. Eventually the dog managed to consume it all, then rimmed the slave’s hole for a few minutes. All the while slave blake was licking Master Andy’s boots, who would baste them in more beer for the slave’s to lick off and lap up.

        The dogslave then moved on to attend to slave ben’s hole. By this time, several large drops of cum had dripped out and landed on the floor, so the dog dutifully licked these up first, before moving on to repeat the rimming and sucking out cum. Again there was a sweetness to the liquid, mixed with a slightly bitter/bland shit taste. The volume of cum in ben’s hole was slightly less than blake’s, probably because Master Andy had fucked him second, so was already partially drained of cum.

        After the two slaves holes’ were empty of cum, Master Andy ordered the dogslave to crawl under the rim chair and service His hole. As it was rimming Him, He farted loudly several times into the dog’s mouth, but didn’t use it as a toilet. The next half an hour was spent with the dogslave rimming Master Andy and the two slave’s licking His boots and lapping up beer, whilst all the while their need to piss was increasing. Finally slave blake said:

        “Sir, permission to speak, Sir?” in a tentative voice.

        “Yes, slave?” Master Andy asked. He did not seem so annoyed that he had dared break the silence, since he was not owned by Him, yet.

        “Sir, permission for slave to piss, Sir?” The Master bent down and dragged the dogslave from under the rim chair by its collar, between His legs.

        “You may both give this dog a piss enema,” and then, directed at the dogslave, although He didn’t look at it: “it will hold all piss it receives, or its punishment will be doubled!”

        With that, slave blake flipped the dogslave over onto all fours, shoved his hard cock up its hole that was still slick with the slaves’ cum and began to pissing, sighing with relief as he did so. he pissed what must have been easily 2 or even 3 pints up the slaves hole before pulling out his cock to allow his brother to piss into the dog, who filled it with an equally enormous amount of piss. The dog’s belly was distended, and it was in some pain by the time the slaves had finished using its arsehole as a urinal, but then Master Andy stuck His dick up into the dog and let out a raging torrent of piss that would rivaled a horse. its stomach gradually got more and more bloated until His stream finally eased up and He pulled out. The dogslave gave out a slight groan of pain as its intestines started to cramp, which earnt it a good kick to the balls from its Master, causing it even more pain.

        “Dogslave will hold the piss for 10 minutes.” Master said matter of factly, and walked out of the dungeon. He went to make Himself a sandwich, and also to get the biggest dog bowl He could find, rated to hold 5 litres. He walked back into the dungeon to find the dogslave pressing its head into the concrete floor, clearly in pain from the huge amount of piss trying to burst out of its hole. The slave twins were on all fours, muzzling each other and watching the dogslave. Master Andy walked over to His pet and placed the bowl near its rear.

        “Release the piss, dog!” He ordered and seconds later a jet of steaming golden piss erupted from the dogslave’s arsehole and began rapidly filling the bowl. it looked extremely relieved to have been given permission to empty its bowls. Once the initial torrent had subsided the dogslave began squeezing out more and more piss that was still trapped up its colon, such that it came out in bursts. Just as the bowl was about to overflow, the dogslave finally could no longer squeeze out any more piss. it turned around and looked at the huge volume of urine in the bowl. Bits of slave ben and blake’s cum were floating in it, as were chunks of the dogslave’s shit.

        Master Andy pointed at slave ben and blake, then pointed to the bowl of piss and snapped His fingers. “Drink!”

        The two slaves crawled over to the bowl and then stopped, seeing that it had bits of shit floating in it.

        “Drink it all NOW!” Master Andy bellowed. The two slaves did not want to consume the piss, due to the small pieces of shit, but both were frightened of disobeying the Master after the vicious whipping He gave His dogslave earlier, and very reluctantly lowered their heads to the bowl and started lapping and sucking up their own warm piss, along with that of Master Andy. When they were about half way through drinking the whole bowl, they started to lag, as their stomach’s were getting full of piss.

        “Drink faster you disgusting pieces of shit!” Master Andy ordered. He went and selected a light flogger, and started laying into them. That got them lapping faster, and soon the whole bowl had been consumed - almost 2.5 litres each.

        “Start 69ing yourselves.” Master Andy instructed them, which they complied with quickly, although both of their cocks had gone soft because of their disgust at having to drink the piss with small bits of shit in it. Master Andy meanwhile fetched some static rubber bondage tape. It was similar to normal bondage tape, except it didn’t use any glue - only static electricity - so wouldn’t rip out any hair when removed. He started wrapping a long length of the tape around slave ben’s head and slave blake’s arse, such that slave ben’s head was essentially locked to his brother’s crotch and he could no longer remove his brother’s cock from his mouth. Master Andy then repeated the same operation on slave blake’s head, securing slave ben’s cock in his mouth. He then got two pairs of leather handcuffs and locked them on the slave’s wrists, securing their arms behind their backs to ensure they couldn’t remove the tape that was holding them in the 69 position. He then ordered the dogslave to get into its cage, and locked it in for the night. He took a length of chain and ran it through a bar of the dogslave’s cage. One end He padlocked to a D-ring in slave ben’s collar, the other to a D-ring in slave blake’s collar. These slave twins were going nowhere tonight, that was for sure. He checked His watch, saw that it was almost 5AM, and then went upstairs to bed.

        The slave twins did not get any sleep at all. They quickly realised that they would have to recycle each other’s piss all night long until Master Andy removed the bondage tape. Because of the enormous quantities of piss that they had been forced to drink before they were put into bondage, this meant that they were almost endlessly pissing and therefore drinking each other piss. It must have cycled between each brother at least 15 times before Master Andy released them when He felt like getting up after the long night of drinking and fucking He had had.

        The dogslave didn’t get much sleep either. It was much too worried about what kind of colossal punishment it would receive latter that day when its Master awoke.

Chapter Nine

        It had been a very long, very pleasurable night. Master Andy had emptied the contents of His balls multiple times and felt truly drained as He left the slave twins tied in a 69 position on His dungeon floor, and His dogslave locked in its cage, awaiting it punishment for cumming when expressly forbidden. Despite wanting His bed, He remembered to make the slave twins food for later that day - He poured oats into a steel dog bowl and then began to piss in it. After a few hours the oats would absorb the piss to make a suitable mush with which slaves could be fed - especially those into pony training, as these said they were. If they were good, He might even supplement the mush with leftover scraps of His food - something He would never dream of doing in the case of His dogslave. It was fed only on the cheapest dog food Master Andy could find, and, of course, all of His shit. Anything more would be much too human for it.

        It was 5 pm before Master Andy felt like getting up. He needed to piss, but made a phone call to Master Dan first, before going down to the dungeon where the three slaves were kept to relieve Himself. The slave twins, tied in the 69 position, had been recycling each other’s piss all night long and looked extremely uncomfortable. The dogslave, who had been curled up in its basket, lept up and pressed its head to the bars of its cage, eager to try and please its Master. Master Andy unlocked the cage door and dragged it out roughly by the collar. it tried to lick His boots, but Master Andy yelled at it:

        “Fucking piece of shit, don’t you fucking DARE lick my boots! That is an honour you have lost until your punishment for cumming is over. Open you mouth, dog!” It opened its mouth wide and Master Andy started pissing in it. He did not put His giant cock in its mouth - it did not deserve the pleasure of having its Master’s dick to suck on. Once Master Andy had relieved Himself, He got a leather blindfold and put it on the dogslave before shoving it back into its cage. He then unbound the slave twins and ordered them to go upstairs. Once there He directed them outside, before giving them permission to piss. They looked very relieved and almost instantly a powerful jet of piss burst out of their cocks. They seemed to piss gallons and its was several minutes before the flow eventually ceased and they were ordered back inside.

        Seeing the two beautiful, muscular slaves, naked apart from their leather collars, made Master Andy extremely hard.

        “Decision time slaves.” Master Andy said. “You can either get the fuck out now, or stay here for one week and live as my slaves for the whole time. After that I’ll decide if I want to keep you on a permanent basis. What’s it to be?”

        “Sir, we’d like to stay, Sir!” both slaves said immediately.

        Master Andy smiled. “Good. Now. You,” He pointed at slave blake, “start rimming his hole. Get it nice and slick for my cock.”

        “Sir, yes Sir!” he said and immediately began licking and tonguing his brother’s tight, pink hole. slave ben sighed in pleasure. Master Andy watched the show for a few minutes and then grabbed slave blake’s head, pulled it from the hot muscular bubble of his brother’s and ordered him to get his cock similarly slick. Once accomplished, Master Andy rammed His giant dick into slave ben’s hole. his tight arse felt wonderful on His cock, a sensation that only got better as he began to fuck him harder and harder. His big balls, now fully loaded with hot cum again, swung gently and hit slave ben’s perineum  with each thrust.

        10 minutes into the fucking there was a knock at the door. Master Andy ordered slave blake to answer the door, all the while fucking slave ben. slave blake did as ordered, and found a very attractive man in black leather boots, jeans, a nasty pig hoodie and a Mr S Leather cap. It was Master Dan. He held three short leads which connected to His three dogslaves, sitting obediently by His side.

        “Sir, please come in, Sir,” slave blake said, head bowed, eyes fixed on His boots.

        Master Dan stepped into Master Andy’s house, ignoring the slave completely. His dogslaves followed, two walkling on His left side, one by His right. He saw Master Andy furiously fucking an identical slave and grinned.

        “Hello Andy,” Master Dan walked up to Him, taking in His God-like body, every muscle tensing as He ploughed the slave’s hole.

        “Hi Dan, thanks so much for coming at such short notice. Really appreciate it man. Feel free to fuck the other one or have him suck you off while I finish up with this one,” He said.

        “Thanks. Sure could use a nice blow job after that drive.” He ordered to the dogslaves to lie down, sat Himself down on the couch, and then ordered slave blake to start servicing His enormous cock. He moaned in pleasure as he gently massaged His engorged cockhead with his warm, wet tongue and then began to deepthroat His considerable shaft. After a few minutes He grabbed the slaves collar and furiously moved his head up and down His dick until cum began erupting volcanically into slave blake’s mouth. He sighed, kicked the slave away, and relaxed back into the couch to watch Master Andy, who was still fucking slave ben. He had His back to Master Dan, and Dan sat admiring the muscles in His tanned back and arse; how they rippled and tensed each time He pushed into the slave’s hole. He was indeed an extraordinarily beautiful man, He thought. Finally Master Andy began to breathe faster, and a slight groan escaped from His throat. The rate at which He was fucking the slave increased two fold, then three fold. The moaning intensified to a shout. The rate of fucking increased yet further until Master Andy was screaming in ecstatic pleasure as He orgasmed and deposited a vast quantity of His hot delicious cum deep into the slave’s guts. He pulled out, His cock still rock solid. His muscles were covered in a thin sheen of sweat, emphasising their hugeness and making Him look like even more God-like.

        Master Dan ordered: “Dogslave 0, clean Master Andy’s cock. Dogslave 1, lick out that slave’s hole!” The two dogslaves sprang up from the floor where they were lying and began completing the orders they had been given by their Master.

        “So where did you find these two?” Master Dan asked, referring to the slave twins.

        “Me and some mates went to Enslaved last night and I couldn’t resist bringing them home.”

        “I bet not. They’re fucking hot, man.”

        “Tell me about it. You’ll have to fuck one before you go. They are so tight it’s unreal. Anyway, you bring the stuff? Ready to get started?”

        “Sure everything we need is in my truck. Your dogslave is going to be sorry.”

        

        Once Master Andy’s cock had been properly clean by dogslave 0, the two Masters went out to Dan’s truck, where there were a number of large 20mm sheets of MDF in the bed, along with a big sheet of thick black rubber and a tool box. Master Andy smiled.

        “slave ben, slave blake. Carry these sheets of wood, the rubber, and the tool box down to the dungeon.” He ordered.

        “Sir, yes Sir!” they shouted in unison and began hauling the materials out of the bed of the truck and into the house. Whilst they were doing this, Master Andy opened a couple of beers and handed one to Master Dan.

        “You hungry, man?” He asked Dan. “I could fire up the grill. I’ve got some good steaks in the fridge, if you want?”

        “Sure. Sounds good to me.”

        Master Andy went outside to turn on the BBQ and when He came back saw that the slave’s had finished hauling the wood and tools into the dungeon.

        Master Andy took two massive steaks out of the fridge and put them on the counter. “Cook these up!” He ordered the slaves. “Medium rare for me. How about you Dan?”

        “Rare.”

        “Get to it. And fix us a nice salad as well.” Master Andy ordered.

        

        The two Masters descended to the dungeon, where the wood had been neatly stacked near the dogslave’s cage.

        “So, basically all we’re making is a box, so it shouldn’t take too long. I’ve cut all the wood to the correct size, so we just need to screw it together.” Master Dan told Andy. He went to His tool box, took out an electric drill, some right angled metal brackets, and a whole bunch of screws and started to make holes along the edge of a large piece of MDF - about 5 feet long and 2.5 feet wide. Once completed He screwed in some of the right angled brackets at intervals all around the edge of the wood. Then He selected another piece of MDF, this time 5  by 2 feet and started to drill holes along the longest edge to match up with the brackets He had just screwed into place. He repeated the process with another 5 by 2 foot piece of MDF, and then screwed the pieces together to make a U shaped object with the larger MDF board making up the bottom and the smaller pieces making the two sides - the beginnings of a wooden box minus the ends and the top. By this time slave ben climbed down the stairs and announced that the dinner was ready.

        

        Master Dan and Master Andy climbed the stairs out of the dungeon and went into the kitchen to find the two large steaks plated up at either end of the table, a large bowl of salad between them. A bottle of beer had been opened and set by each plate. The naked slaves stood by the table, feet slightly apart, hands on the back of their necks. Master Andy smiled. He went to a cupboard under the sink and pulled out the slaves’ meal that He had prepared just before He went to bed - oats soaked in His piss. The oats had soaked up all the watery piss to give a stinking grey mush. He set the bowl down on the floor at the opposite end of the kitchen, and ordered the slaves to feed. They were made to do it on all-fours using only their mouths.

Whilst the slaves ate, so did the two Masters. They talked for an hour or so, mostly about slaves they had owned, training techniques, and their aspirations for the future. Once they were finished they descended the stairs to the basement and got to work completing their project. Master Dan quickly added two ends to the box, and they got to work adding the final piece - a hinged lid. Once that was on attached He took out some heavy duty glue and started smearing the inside walls and floor with it before finally lining the box with the thick rubber sheet.

        “I think it’s about ready,” Master Dan said.      

        “It looks great. Can’t wait to try it out!” Master Andy grinned. He went to a cupboard and took out an electric device consisting of a perspex cylinder with two plastic tubes running out from it, one connected to a bottle, the other to a black box. He went to the cage where the dogslave was kept, still blindfolded and clearly anxious as to its fate. He unlocked the door and dragged the animal slave out so that it was standing next to the newly constructed box. The cylinder He pushed onto its cock, and then fastened it in place with two leather straps, one behind its balls, the other in front. He then open the lid of the box and in one swift motion lifted the dogslave into it and then removed its blindfold.

        “Dog, welcome to your new punishment cage. You will be kept locked in here for 5 days to teach you a lesson for disobeying a direct order from Me. This cage also doubles up as the only toilet available for Myself, Master Dan, the two slaves and anyone else that visits. As you can see there is a hole cut into the lid here, which has a toilet seat mounted on top of it. Directly underneath I have placed your dog bowl. All our piss and shit will collect in it, and you will consume all of our waste. No other food will be provided for the duration of the punishment. I will conduct random checks throughout your punishment, and should there be any trace of piss or shit in your bowl, your time will be extended by one day. You will live in your own filth that you create for the duration of the punishment. However at the end of your time in this cage, you will be forced to then consume it all, before I will allow you out.

I’ve also attached a milking machine to your pathetic little cock. Every two hours, day and night, it’ll start up and make you cum. I guarantee your  balls are gonna be sore by the end of this boy. Your cum and piss will collect in this bottle outside the punishment cage. This will be drunk by the two slaves who will then recycle it back to you. Oh, and one more thing. Every time one of us takes a shit, we’ll shout our name out. At the end of your punishment you’ll be blindfolded again and we’ll all shit onto the floor. You’ll have to correctly identify who’s shit pile is who's from its taste and smell alone. Get it wrong and you’ll go back into the punishment cage for a further 5 days and the test will be repeated. Understand you worthless fuck?”

        “Woof!” The terrified dogslave confirmed it understood its fate. With that, Master Andy shut the lid of the box and locked it with three heavy padlocks. The dogslave was going nowhere unless Master Andy permitted it.

        The dogslave tried to lie down in the box, but realised it was too small to do so comfortably. It certainly didn’t have room to stretch out, and would have to curl up tightly in order to sleep. Even then it’s knees pressed painfully into the side of the box. It noticed that the temperature in the box was starting to increase, due to the rubber lining. The smell of the rubber was intoxicating to it, and kept it hard. Suddenly it felt as if someone was wanking its cock, and it realised that the milking machine had been switched on. The perspex cylinder strapped to its cock contained a second cylinder lined with slick textured silicon - like a tenga fliphole - into which its cock was inserted. The inner cylinder was being moved up and down the outer cylinder by a vacuum, giving the sensation of being wanked off. The speed at which the inner cylinder moved up and down kept changing and despite having only cum a few hours ago, the dogslave felt like it was close to climax after only a few minutes. The machine wanked off its doggy cock faster and faster until it hold it no longer and cum started erupting volcanically from its dick. The machine didn’t let up for at least a minute after it had cum, but instead got faster and faster, causing its cock some severe pain. it wondered briefly about how it knew when to stop after it had cum, but its thoughts were interrupted as the punishment box got darker as someone sat on the toilet seat.

        “Master Andy!” its Master shouted. He farted a couple of times, filling the rubber lined box with His special stench that the dogslave had grown to love, and then a few moments later, it heard the soft thud of a huge piece of shit land in the dog bowl, and the smell intensified. Another piece fell out of His arsehole, followed by another. The huge metal dog bowl was literally full of His stinking waste. That’s what came from eating 6,000 calories per day to feed His giant muscles, the dogslave understood. The light in the box grew stronger as Master Andy stood up. He had chained one of the slave twins, slave ben, to the box by his collar. he would be rotated every so often with his brother, and together they would be required to clean the arseholes of anyone who had shit into the box. Master Andy bent over the punishment cage and grabbed the slave with his right hand and pulled his head into His arse crack.

        “Clean!” He commanded. This was to be the beginning of their toilet training. Whilst they were competent at drinking piss, neither of the slaves had been trained to consume a Master’s shit. This would have to change if they were to be a permanent fixture in Master Andy’s house.

        To begin with the slave tried to pull away from Master Andy’s stinking hole, but He had been expecting this, and simply gripped the back of his head tighter.

        “You will lick my arsehole clean, you worthless fucking slave. Now get to it, or you’ll be the one in this fucking punishment cage!” Gingerly the slave began to lick at the shit sticking to Master Andy’s hole. he began to gag, and then did something which really pissed Him off - started to beg Him not to make him lick His arse clean.

        “Master, please Master,” he said feebly. “I can’t do this Master.”    
  

        Master Andy responded by kicking him hard in the balls, and then screaming: “You will NEVER fucking talk without permission you piece of shit! Lick my arsehole clean NOW!”

        Master Dan heard the shouting and came down the stairs.

        “Need a hand disciplining the slave, Andy?” He asked.

        “Grab his head and shove it into My arse crack. This fucker WILL rim me clean. The amount of pain he wants to suffer is up to him.”

        At that Master Andy bent over the box and Master Dan wrapped His left arm around the slave’s neck and pushed the back of his head with His right. There was no escape for slave ben. his head was forcibly pushed into Master Andy’s shitty arse crack, but he kept his mouth clamped shut. Master Dan soon changed that by kneeing him in his already tender balls, causing him to scream out in pain. As he did so, Master Dan increased the pressure on the back of the slave’s head. He kneed it again and then again in the balls, harder each time, until slave ben felt like throwing up. Finally he submitted to Master Andy’s will.

“That’s it fucker. Work your slave tongue into your Master’s hole. Lick it clean boy!” Master Andy groaned in pleasure as His slave cleaned Him out. After five minutes Master Dan released the slave’s head. Master Andy turned around and looked down at the slave on its knees.

“You will learn that I always get what I want from my slaves. You will do whatever I command, whenever I command it.” Master Andy then fetched an inflatable butterfly gag and shoved it into slave ben’s mouth, buckled it tightly and padlocked it on, and then began inflating it. The gag grew and grew in his mouth, forcing his jaws  apart and filling his cheeks to the point where it was quite uncomfortable.

“This will remain locked on for the next 24 hours, and will only be taken off when someone else takes a shit in this box and requires their arsehole cleaned.” The slave was then left, chained to the punishment box, his mouth completely filled with the gag and his jaw beginning to really ache. The dogslave had finished its huge meal of shit and was licking at the stainless steel bowl, desperately trying to clean it of any stains that might increase its time in the box, should its Master discover them. The two Master’s then left, turning off the light in the dungeon leaving the two slaves in total darkness.

Two hours on and the milking machine started up. It took a little longer for the dogslave to cum this time, and it produced a little less spunk, although still a sizeable amount. It collected in the bottle outside the box and mixed with its piss.

Three hours later and Master Dan entered the dungeon, turned on the light, and took a seat on the box. He shouted out His name, and then began filling the dogslave’s bowl with a similar quantity of shit to that provided by Master Andy. The dogslave instantly began to feast on it, trying to memorize the taste. It seemed more bitter compared to its owner’s waste, maybe a little drier also. Master Dan had been drinking several beers and also gave the dogslave a vast quantity of piss with which to wash down His shit. Once He had finished with the toilet box He unlocked the butterfly gag and ordered the slave to clean out His hole. slave ben complied much more readily, thankful that the gag had been taken out if only for a few minutes, since the pain in his jaw was becoming unbearable. Once cleaned, Master Dan let the slave continue rimming His hole for the next 10 minutes before locking the gag back on, re inflating it, and then going back upstairs.

Master Andy was watching sport on TV. He had His feet resting on dogslave 0’s back, whilst the other two lay on the floor nearby.

“I should be going,” Master Dan said when He came back from the dungeon. “It’s getting late.”

“OK,” said Master Andy, looking up at Him. “But you know, you can always stop over and go back in the morning, if you want.”        Master Dan considered this. It didn’t take long to reach a decision. “Sure,” He said casually. “That’d be good.” Master Dan sat back down beside Master Andy. dogslave 1 immediately crawled next to His feet as trained to act as His footstool. slave blake stood behind the sofa, his arms looked behind his head in the classic slave stance.

“Slave, fetch us two more beers,” Master Andy ordered.

“Sir, yes Sir!” slave black responded, and rushed off to follow his Master’s command. he came back with the beer and handed one bottle to each Master before returning to his original position. The two Master’s watched the game for a further hour, then decided it was time for bed.

“slave, let these dogs out to piss and shit whilst we get ready for bed. Then put them in my dogslave’s cage for the night. Then go to my bedroom.”

“Sir, yes Sir!”

The three dogslaves immediately got up and sat by the door, waiting to be let out. They hadn’t been allowed to piss for over 12 hours and were all desperate to go. As soon as slave blake opened the door they ran off into the dark to sniff out a good spot, pissed copious amounts, and then returned to the house, where they were led down into the dungeon and put into the dogslave’s empty cage. slave blake saw his brother chained to the punishment box but dare not say anything to him. he quickly left the dungeon, and went directly to Master Andy’s bedroom. There he found the two Masters completely naked, both with enormous hard-ons, passionately kissing. The sight of two such beautiful men kissing made him extremely horny also, and he longed to be allowed to pleasure them both. he didn’t have to wait long for his wish to come true.

Master Andy broke away from Master Dan’s mouth just long enough to say “SUCK!”, pointing at the two enormous dicks rubbing against each other. slave blake tried knelt down and tried desperately to cram as much cock into his mouth as possible. The two Master’s resumed kissing each other and moaned in pleasure at the sucking they were receiving. The slave did the best job it could of taking both dicks into his mouth at the same time, although it was very difficult and his jaw was soon in agony since he had to stretch his mouth open so wide. it wasn’t long before both horny Master’s started thrusting their hips, and then suddenly Master Dan shot a torrent of cum down slave blake’s throat, and soon after Master Andy blew His giant load as well. The slave swallowed all their cum greedily. After cleaning their cocks, the slave was ordered to go and feed and water the dogslaves, and then lock them in the cage for the night, before returning to the bedroom. The slave did as instructed, dumping three cans of dog food onto the concrete floor which the animals slaves quickly licked up. he also pissed into a large dog bowl, and they lapped this up after they had eaten their meal. After locking the cage door, the slave returned to Master Andy’s bedroom, where he had to sleep on the floor by the bed.

The two Master’s fell asleep in each others arms, whilst slave blake tried to get to sleep on the cold, hard floor. his twin was equally uncomfortable, trying to sleep on the dungeon floor, close chained to the punishment box. However, Master Andy’s dogslave had it the worst. its muscle kept cramping from being confined in the tiny punishment cage, and it was woken every two hours by the milking machine locked onto its dick. By now it had cum several times and it was very painful every time it was made to orgasm. Worse, it knew it had over 4 more days of this punishment to endure.

Chapter Ten

        Master Jason began to slowly wake up. He was at first reluctant to get up – He had been out the previous night and had not got back to His ranch until the early hours. He lay in His king size bed for a few minutes until the urge to piss grew too strong, at which point He threw the covers off Him. At 25 years old, His body was pure perfection – 6 foot 6, 220 pounds of muscle, and, best of all a thick 10” cock that got all the attention it deserved. Slowly He opened His eyes – deep brown, which matched His short jet black hair and permanent 5 o'clock shadow that perfectly outlined His beautiful, masculine face.

        His huge cock was erect with a piss hard-on. Luckily for Master Jason, He owned a large number of male slaves to serve His every command. One of these slaves was at the moment standing in the corner of the room. It was kept completely naked aside from the leather collar locked around its neck. Due to the strict exercise regime that all of Master Jason's slaves were kept on, its body almost rivalled its Master's. Its legs were larger than most rugby player's, its 6-pack bulged, its chest was massive and its arms were toned and muscled to perfection. It had a beautiful all over tan from being kept naked at all times and often having to work outside, and Master Jason would have got hard just by looking at it, if He wasn't already erect. It had been standing there ever since the Master got back from the club He went to last night, assuming the classic 'at rest' slave stance of hands clasped behind the back of the neck so its body was fully exposed.

        “Here!” Master Jason commanded it, and the slave rushed over to the bed to await further instructions. “Take my piss,” Master Jason order it. The slave immediately went to His cock, took the head into its mouth, and began gulping down its Master's strong morning piss. It was careful not to spill a single drop. Once it had made the error of letting a small amount of piss fall out of its mouth and onto the bed sheets. Master Jason had been merciless in punishing it, firstly by giving it a severe whipping, then by turning it into the only urinal for the 15 other slaves, dogslaves and pony slaves that He owned, along with the 5 trainers He employed, for a week whilst simultaneously catheterising it and not letting it piss for hours on end, so it was in constant agony with the need to piss. Once the flow of urine eventually stopped, the slave gently sucked any residual piss out of its Master cock, licked the head clean, and then stood up, assuming the 'at rest' stance again.

        Master Jason rolled over. “Rim!.” He ordered.

        The slave immediately got ever harder at the thought of being given the honour of worshipping such as beautiful, sculpted, muscular, god-like arse as Master Jason had and instantly began teasing apart His arse cheeks so that it could better access His hole with its tongue. Master Jason farted loudly in the slaves face, but it breathed in the scent deeply, having been trained to relish any 'gift' its Master gave it. The slave began licking His sweaty hole, and the Master moaned in pleasure. The slave was as hard as a rock, but it knew it must never touch itself without its Master’s permission, which was rarely - if ever - given. Master Jason didn't believe in chastity devices for His slaves, for He knew that His Mastery over them was the greatest chastity device of all. He told them not to touch themselves, so they didn't, for fear of the colossal punishment He would administer if they broke His orders.

        The slave gradually worked its tongue into its Master arsehole and began to tongue fuck Him. After a few minutes Master Jason rolled over, presented His slave with His enormous cock and order it to suck. The slave expertly licked His cock head and then began to take more and more of His cock into its mouth until its mouth and throat were entirely filled. At this point, Master Jason grabbed the D-rings on either side of it collar and began moving its head up and down His shaft. The slave choked and gagged but He continued regardless, only being made more aroused by its discomfort. At last, after what seemed an eternity for the slave, Master Jason began to moan loudly and then began to ejaculate countless spurts of cum down the slave’s throat. Once it had licked His cock clean, Master Jason kicked it off His bed and ordered it to fetch His boots. He had remembered what He had brought home last night.

        Master Jason's ranch was spread over 4,000 acres, acquired 3 years ago after winning big on the multi-state powerball lottery. The place came with a good size ranch house, but having always been a dominant man, interested in owning a variety of slaves He decided to build kennels, stables and training facilities and use His newfound wealth to train the most beautiful subservient men He could find into house slaves that would serve His every practical need, body slaves that would please Him sexually, dogslaves that would act as pets, but could also be used for sex and pony slaves that would function to transport Him around His ranch.

        Master Jason began to pick up various men from leather bars and fetish clubs, would bring them back to His ranch, fuck them senseless and then ask them to sign a contract stating that they would be His property for X years. In this way He had acquired 4 house slaves, 8 dogslaves and 3 pony slaves over the 3 years. Knowing that He could never hope to have enough time to train all of them, Master Jason began to search for other dominant men like Himself and gradually found 5 experienced trainers. 2 specialised in dogslave training, 2 in regular slaves and 1 in pony slaves. 6 months ago, Master Jason began to train men for sale. He would pick them up in the usual way, then got them to sign the contract which stated they could be sold to the highest bidder at any time. Most signed. It was a surprisingly profitable business. Dominant men were willing to pay huge amounts of money for a meticulously trained slave, and Master Jason was only too happy to provide the service. He had recently been approached by a wealthy businessman who wanted to own a dogslave. The man had told Master Jason what kind of animal he wanted (white, American, dark hair, muscular, 21-25 years old etc) and given Him 6 months to deliver the fully trained slave. He wanted to animal to be trained in basic dog commands, such as sit, lay, be able to walk on the leash etc, as well as to be trained to sexually pleasure a man. He also wanted the dogslave to be a fully trained toilet. For this he was willing to offer $100,000. Of course, Master Jason didn’t do it for the money. $100,000 was a small drop in the ocean compared with His total wealth. It was more a hobby to Him to turn men into grovelling animals slaves that would follow any command issued to them.

        Master Jason had found the perfect animal last night that He could mould into a dogslave to sell to the businessman. It was locked in a cage in His dungeon right now.

        Until Master Jason became rich, He had never found the perfect gay leather fetish club. Money changed this – He simply built His own. The club, “Collared”, was extremely exclusive. To become a member you had to first apply online or in writing, sending in several photographs of yourself in either a slave or Master role, along with a description of your fetishes and desires. Applications were either accepted or rejected by Master Jason Himself. Despite this there were nearly 1,000 members to date, and a steady stream of applications arrived in Master Jason's inbox every week.

        The club itself was built on one floor but consisted of several different rooms. As you entered there were dressing rooms so that slaves could get naked and collared (the only way they were allowed to enter the club) and Master's could get suitably attired in either leather, rubber or skin gear. Next was the main room and bar. Off this room were several other areas, notably the play room, which boasted a large number of sex toys/objects and fetish wear that could be tried out. Slaves could also be chained up to the many D-rings set into the walls, and be orally or anally fucked by any Master passing by (or made to perform any other sexual act the Master desired). There was a 'chill' room were Masters and prospective slaves could escape the pumping techno of the main room and talk about being owned, limits, etc. Last but not least the toilets were in another room off the main space. It was the clubs policy that no actual toilets were allowed in the building. All waste was taken by toilet slaves.

        The toilets were in the shape of a triangle. Along one wall were 10 naked and collared piss slaves. Each had a black piss funnel gag strapped to its head so that a Master could use it like a urinal. Each piss slave was short chained in a kneeling position to D-rings set into the wall. On their heads were strapped an Oxballs urinal piss gag, whilst a black rubber sheath was attached to their dicks, which were made to stay hard all night through the use of drugs. From the cock sheaths came a tube, itself attached to a black hose that ran in front of the slaves, parallel to the wall they were chain to. This hose went from the piss slaves, underground, to a sunken trough that ran the length of the main bar. The piss was then carried away to the sewers. The piss slaves were permitted to relieve themselves at any time, and since they were in almost constant use, there was a constant flow of piss down the hose, to the sunken trough. This was the only place that slaves in the club were permitted to drink – on hands and knees, lapping up the recycled piss like dogs. They were not permitted to buy drinks from the bar – only Masters could.

        Along the other wall of the triangle were 10 toilet seats mounted on metal frames. Behind these, again naked and collared were the shit slaves. Their length of chain by which they were tethered to the wall was slightly longer than the piss slaves, so that they could crawl under the toilet seats in order to consume the pile of shit dumped by the Master. Toilet slaves were kept plugged, and were rotated every few hours when they got too full. Along the final wall of the room were 5 toilet paper slaves. Their job was to lick residual piss off a Master's cock, or to lick their arses clean of shit.

        To ensure that their were always enough toilet slaves, Master Jason had cunningly stated that any member of the club that was a slave had to work as a toilet at least once per month. If not their membership would be revoked.

        Slaves, when permitted to relieve themselves, had to do it in a field outside the club, like the animals they were.

        Master Jason frequented His club on a regular basis looking for fresh slaves that He could train for later sale. Last night He met the dogslave currently in His dungeon. His name had been Adam, and once Master Jason had approached him and asked him if he wanted to be seriously trained as a dogslave and then sold on, he had been only too keen at the idea.

        

        Master Jason entered the dungeon wearing only black leather boots, leather jeans and an armband which enhanced His bulging bicep as He approached the small metal cage placed to one side of the dungeon that contained His latest find. The slave inside was naked, not even wearing a collar – yet. It had short cropped black hair, ample muscles and looked to be mid twenties, just as required. Its brilliant blue eyes were fixed on its new Master's boots as He approached it and unlocked the cage door.

        “Out!” Master Jason ordered and the slave crawled out and remain on all fours, not daring to look up.

        “Can you read slave?”     

        The slave remained silent. Clearly it had had some previous training as a dogslave before.

        “Permission to speak.” Master Jason told it.

        “Sir, yes Sir!”

        “Good. Then read this. I deal entirely with consensual slavery. So, sign it if you agree with it. If not you may leave.”

Contract of Slavery

Slave type: Dogslave

1. Dogslave will remain on all-fours at all times.
2. Dogslave will never use human language.
3. Dogslave will eat and drink whatever is provided in its bowl when ordered by its         Master.         
4. Dogslave will wear its collar at all times, which will be locked on.
5. Dogslave will wear puppy mitts to restrict human dexterity at all times.
6. Dogslave will submit sexually to the Master, Master's friends, Master's other slaves or         any other person the Master chooses.
7. Dogslave will never masturbate its own penis or cum without permission.
8. Dogslave will wear whatever clothes or sex toys the Master wishes it to.
9. Dogslave will not contact its friends or family by any method.
10. Dogslave will piss and shit only outdoors.         
11. Dogslave will consume its Master's (or Master's friends) piss and shit if ordered.
12. Dogslave will consume its own piss and shit if ordered.
13. Dogslave will consume any other slaves' piss or shit if ordered.
14. Dogslave will accept any punishment the Master deems necessary if the above rules are broken.
15. Master can photograph or video the dogslave at any time and use this material as He sees fit.
16. Master can sell His dogslave, to whomever He wishes and at any time without prior         notification. At this time a new contract will be written. The dogslave must agree with this contract before sale will take place.
17. Dogslave will accept piercings or tattoos anywhere on its body.         
18. Dogslave will remain as Master's property for 10 years after signing this contract,         unless sold, at which time the contract become invalid and a new contract will be written by the new owner.
19. Any attempt to escape will be seen as a breach of the contract and will be dealt with by harsh punishment.

        

        The dogslave read the contract and got harder with each passing moment. It signed without hesitation. As soon as it had, Master Jason locked on its leather pup mitts, the first step to making it more dog-like. He then secured leather wrists and ankle restraints to it and finally connected its ankles and wrists to a leather strap locked on around the base of its cock via short chains so that it was impossible for it to stand upright. These would be kept on until Master Jason felt sure it would stay on all-fours forever.

        Master Jason put a boot on the dogslave's neck and forced its head down onto the floor. He brought His other boot close to its mouth.

        “You are a disgusting, worthless piece of fucking shit! You're a good-for-nothing animal. Lick my boot, dog”.

        The dogslave stuck out its tongue and began gingerly licking its Master's boot. Master Jason kicked it.

        “Like you fucking mean it, you piece of shit. I see we've got a lot of training to do here!”

        The dogslave began licking the boot with more purpose. “Better. Now, I think I'd better introduce you to your pack mates.” Master Jason began to grin.

        

        He led the dogslave out of the dungeon, outside, and into the kennels where the rest of the dogslaves were kept when not in use. It walked poorly on the leash, struggling to keep up even when Master Jason walked slowly. As He opened the door, the other 8 dogslaves started woofing and barking loudly, trying to force their heads through the metal bars of the large communal cage they were kept in. The new dogslave could smell piss and shit, and saw that the cage the other dogs were kept in had several pools of piss and a few pieces of shit in it. It was clear that these dogslaves had spent a while in the cage and were permitted to relieve themselves in it.

        All of the dogslaves looked to be in their mid twenties. All were very muscular, and all had short cropped head hair, and completely shaved bodies. 3 of the dogs were black, 5 white. All their cocks seemed to be pulled back somehow, and it was only after a while that the new dogslave realised that each dog had a thick ring through its cockhead which was padlocked to another ring just below their arseholes. This arrangement meant that the dogs were not able to use their cocks for sexual pleasure, but it also served a more practical purpose which it would discover later. However, Master Jason opened the cage, and proceeded to open all of the padlocks which kept their cocks pulled back. He then roughly forced the new dogslave into the cage and locked the door behind it.

        “Dogslaves, you have permission to fuck this new dog, rough as you like.” He looked at the now terrified new dogslave. “These dogs haven’t relieved themselves in over a month.” He grinned and stepped back to watch the show.     

        The most muscular dogslave, one of the black dogs with a cock to rival Master Jason's, growled at all the other dogs and was therefore the first to fuck the new slave. It pushed its face into a pile of shit, spat on its arsehole, mounted it, and then fucked it like its life depended on it. The new dog howled in pain as its massive cock invaded its arsehole. It kept up its relentless pace for well over 10 minutes before barking loudly and dumping a massive amount of cum up the dog's arse, which slowly oozed out and provided lubrication for the next dog – a beautiful blonde hair animal slave which had a short but very fat cock that seemed to cause the new dog even more pain than the first slave. One by one, each dog took its turn in fucking the new dogslave and so relieving itself. When the last dog had cum, each slave cocked its leg, aimed at the new dogslave who was now covered in shit and dripping in cum and began to piss on it.

        “Good dogs!” Master Jason praised them, once they had done pissing. He began to lock each of their cocks back in place, except for the new dog which had not yet been pierced. He addressed the new, piss-soaked dogslave. “This marks the start of your training, dog. You are the lowest of the pack. Behave and you will eventually be sold to a good Master. Be disobedient and you'll serve forever as these dog's toilet. Understand?”

        “Woof.” The dog barked.

        “Good. You're learning boy. Maybe you will make a fine dogslave one day. Who knows.”

        With that Master Jason took a thick leather collar and padlock and locked it around His new dogslave's neck, never to be taken off again. It felt proud to be collared like all the other dogslaves in the cage. Despite all that had happened to it, it was rock hard and looking forward to more training that would turn it into the perfect, obedient dogslave it had always craved to be.
     

        As Master Jason walked out of the kennels, He was approached by Trainer Matt, one of the trainers specialised in dogslave training.

        “Sir,” Trainer Matt said, “I’ve had a telephone call from a Master Andy who says that He has heard of You, is a great fan and would very much like to meet You, Sir.”

        “What does this Master want?” Master Jason enquired.

        “He says that Himself and His partner are heavily involved in dogslave training, for His personal pleasure rather than for profit, and wants to know if He can visit your ranch, Sir.”

        “Might be interesting. I’ll give Him a call back.”

        “ Yes sir,” Trainer Matt said, and walked in the direction of the kennels.

        “Hello, Master Andy speaking,”

        “This is Master Jason, you called earlier.”

        “Yes, thank you so much for getting back to me. I’ve been hearing great things about You, Your club and Your slave training methods and facilities, and now that I’m very involved in dogslave and now pony slave training I’d really love it if I could come over, have a look Myself and have a talk with you about training techniques.”

        “How many slave do you have now?” Master Jason asked.

        “Currently 1 dogslave, 2 new pony slaves, or maybe house slaves, I haven't decided which I’d prefer yet, that are in need of serious training. May partner has 3 very experienced dogslaves a well.”

        “Okay, well, sure, come over. I’m free this Friday.”

        “Fantastic, thank you. See you Friday.”

Chapter Eleven

It was Friday morning, and Master Andy's dogslave had been locked in the punishment cage for almost 5 days. it was due to be released in order to undergo its test later that day, and was extremely worried that it would fail and be locked back in the box for an extended period of time. its cock, balls and prostate were all constantly in agony from the mammoth session of despunking it had been forced to endure, its muscles cramped sporadically from not being able to move and nearly 5 days' worth of its own shit were beginning to pile up at the rear of the box. This fact was particularly torturous for the dogslave, since whilst it was in the punishment box it was fed exclusively on shit and had to forgo its daily can of dog food, meaning it was constantly hungry. Knowing that a large amount of `food' was right behind it, but that it wasn't able to turn around in order to eat it was a great source of torment for it.

                  The light in the box suddenly went out as an arse sat on the toilet seat above.

                  "Master Dan!"

                  Soon after its bowl was filled with the usually huge quantity of firm stinking shit, and the dogslave began to feast, wolfing down its bitter meal to try and alleviate its hunger. Hot piss soon began to flow over the back of the dogslave's head and into its metal dish once Master Dan had emptied His bowels, which the dogslave expertly lapped up. He then stood up and slave ben started to rim Him clean – he had learnt to accept his role as a toilet paper slave when chained to the box, as had his brother, and they both now readily licked arsehole clean upon command, whatever state it was in.

                  It would normally be a few hours until the dogslave got fed again, but this morning, as soon as Master Dan got off the box, Master Andy sat down and announced Himself before topping up the dog's bowl with piss and shit.

                  "Better fucking eat it fast cunt!" He growled. The dogslave, knowing that its Master could inspect the bowl at anytime, redoubled its efforts to eat faster. Just as Master Andy stood up to get His arsehole cleaned by slave ben, the milking machine locked around its cock clicked on, bringing fresh agony to the dog's cock and balls. However, its breakfast was not over, as slave blake sat down on the box and relieved himself, quickly followed by slave ben. The dogslave worked hard to empty its bowl, all the while gasping in pain from the milking machine wanking its cock. After a few minutes it dry orgasmed thinking about Master Andy forcing the hot slave twins to rim each other clean – it hadn't cum for the last two days - and the machine shut itself off. The toilet seat was then lifted up, Master Andy lifted out the steel bowl, inspected it, grunted, and then threw it back inside the box.

Evidently it had managed to consume all traces of its large breakfast.

                  Suddenly the dogslave felt a strange new sensation. It realised the box it was confined in was being lifted up. After a few seconds the box tilted back and it understood that it was being carried up the stairs that led to the dungeon. Slave ben and blake had in fact been ordered by Master Andy to put the punishment box on the back of His truck. They had been told they were going to take a trip to see another Master, a few hours' drive away. The dogslave would act as a portable toilet for everyone while they were on the road, and would be made to perform the test in front of the Master to see if it would be allowed out of the box. Even though the box was now on the truck, the dogslave would still have to endure the milking machine wanking it off every two hours, since the twins had been ordered to connect it to a car battery for power. 

                  Once the box was stowed on the back of the truck, Master Dan whistled and ordered His dogs to heel. They came running and sat by His feet, before being ordered up into the truck where they sat beside the box. "Lie down!" Master Dan ordered, and the dogs complied immediately, settling down for the long journey. Master Andy then ordered slave ben into the back to sit with the dogs, and then threw a tarp over the slaves. Slave blake was ordered into the truck's cab to service the two Masters during the journey.

                  It was a six hour drive to Master Jason's ranch, and after they had reached the halfway point, Master Andy pulled over on a quiet road so that both He and Master Dan could take a piss in the toilet. Half an hour into the journey they had stopped off and drunk a huge mug of coffee each, so they were both pretty desperate by now. Master Dan threw back the tarp to reveal the box, and then both men climbed up into the bed of the truck, unzipped and simultaneously pissed into the dogslave's bowl. The torrent lasted a long while, and it was clear that the bowl was overflowing. Inside the box, they could hear the dogslave furiously lapping at the golden liquid.

                  Master Dan decided He'd had enough of slave blake and switched him with his brother. They then drove on for a further hour, whilst all the while slave ben sucked Master Dan's and Master Andy's cocks. After a further hour the Masters stopped for food, although they didn't allow the dogs or slaves to eat, piss or shit since they were in a hurry to get to Master Jason.

                   By mid afternoon they finally made it to Master Jason's ranch. A trainer greeted them, dressed in leather army boots that gleamed with saliva suggesting they had been recently served by a slave's tongue, a black jock strap with a white zipper running up the bulging pouch and a leather harness that showed off his perfectly ripped body. His dark hair was cropped very short in a military high and tight style that emphasised his position of authority. Master Andy got out of His truck, shook the trainer's hand and then explained who they were.

                  "Yes Sir, the Master is expecting you. Please follow me and I'll take you to Him."

                  "Great." Master Andy said. Master Andy and Master Dan then started to follow the trainer, leaving the dogs and slaves in the truck for the time being. The trainer led them into the main building and then into a large well furnished office. What Master Andy saw next caused His giant cock to become fully erect and start throbbing and leaking precum within just a few seconds. Master Jason stood before the men completely naked. He was built like a God, with perfect muscles that were both huge and incredibly toned. He was also, in Master Andy's opinion, without question the most beautiful man He had ever set eyes upon. His smouldering green eyes exuded confidence. Just looking at His body would have caused Master Andy's cock to start drooling, but there was more. Kneeling in front of Him was what looked to be an 18 or 19 year old slave. It was completely naked apart from a leather collar locked tightly around its thick neck. Its hair had been shaved into a Mohawk an inch wide, cut using a number 2 blade, whilst the rest of its hair was completely shaved. Its beautiful body was also free of hair and from the way it was kneeling, Master Andy was getting a great view of its tight, pink hole. A barcode had been expertly tattooed on its upper back, just below where the collar stopped. The slave's full, pink lips were locked around the base of Master Jason's massively thick cock, and from the way its adam's apple was going up and down Master Andy knew that it was expertly deep throating its Master. Not only this, but it was also massaging Master Jason's enormous balls with its wide tongue. Its hands were behind its back – clearly it was only allowed to pleasure its Master with its mouth. One slave sucking His cock was not enough pleasure for Master Jason, however. Behind Him was another equally hot slave who had its face buried in His muscular bubble butt and was rimming His hole.

                  The trainer introduced Master Andy and Master Dan.

                  "Hi, great to see you both," Master Jason said. "Please have a seat." He gestured to a large leather sofa. The two Master's sat down.

                  "Thanks for agreeing to meet me," Master Andy began. "I've heard about your slave training ranch, and you're night club, of course, and just had to meet you. I've got one novice dogslave and 2 very new slaves, and Master Dan here has 3 very experienced dogslaves. I was really hoping I could get some training tips from you."

                  "Sure, I'd love to show you round," Master Jason said, all the while being serviced by the two amazingly hot slaves in front and behind Him.

                  "Great," Master Andy smiled. "Also, my dogslave is currently being punished for cumming without my permission. I've had it locked in a tiny wooden box for the past 5 days, and all its been fed and watered on is the shit and piss from Myself, Master Dan and my two slaves. Its also been milked every two hours, day and night. Its cock and balls should be pretty sore by now. Every time one of us has taken a shit into its box, we've shouted out our names, so I've told it that it will be released today, but only if it can correctly identify our shit blindfolded. I was hoping that we could do that here?"

                  "Sounds hot. Sure we can," said Master Jason. "What're you gonna do if it fails though?"

                  "That's what I'd like your advice on. I'm tempted to put it back in the box for another week or two, but I don't think it'd survive just eating shit for that long."

                  "Hmm." Master Jason pondered. "Well, I'll show you something on the tour that you might find interesting.  In the mean time, you say it's been milked for 5 days solid?"

                  "Yep, hasn't cum since Wednesday though. Its balls have been properly drained."

                  "Well, since it's been punished for cumming I think I've an idea. Let me make you more comfortable and I'll explain."

                  Master Jason then ordered the trainer to fetch two slaves, one for each Master. The trainer rushed out and promptly came back holding two leads connected to the leather collars of two well-muscled and well-hung  young slaves, who, upon seeing the Masters, fell to their knees in front of them, heads bowed, arms behind their backs, awaiting further instructions. Master Andy and Master Dan wasted no time in pulling down their pants, exposing their rock hard cocks, and pushing the slave's mouths down onto them.

                  "Fuck! They are good!" Master Dan shouted.

Master Jason smiled. "All My slaves are impeccably well trained well, yes," he said. "Watch this."

                  His stomach tensed briefly, causing His 6-pack to become even more well-defined, and then He let out a massively loud fart. The slave rimming Him instantly began sniffing loudly, as it had been trained. Master Dan laughed.

                  "I love doing that to my dogs – especially after a nice big steak, makes my farts stink!"

                  "Yep, sure does let a slave know its place in the scheme of things," Master Jason agreed. "So, now you are sitting comfortably, let me explain My plan for Your dogslave. If it fails the shit eating test, I propose chaining it to the floor of my club, and then running a competition. Any Master can sign their slave up, and if they win, their Master's will get a prize, say free drinks for life at the club. That'll make sure the Master's encourage their slaves to try hard. Each slave will be given 5 minutes to try and make your dogslave cum, using their mouth only. If they fail, their Master can publically punish it at the club – I've got several Andrew's Crosses, stocks etc they can use. It'll have to be a pretty orally talented slave to make your dogslave cum after its been milked for days. And if your dogslave should fail to cum, then, as I've said, I have something to show you which means you'll be able to keep it on a shit only diet for as long as you wish."

                  "Sounds great." Master Andy smiled. "I'm really looking forward to finding out how you can keep a slave on a shit only diet indefinitely."

                  "Well, whenever you're both ready, we can start the tour."   

                  When the two Master's were finished with the slaves, Master Jason led them to an underground dungeon.

                  "I usually recruit all my slaves from my club, and this is where I bring them initially," He said. "Regardless of whether they are a pleasure slave, a dogslave, ponyboy, pig, whatever, they will always spend the first night alone in this cage." He pointed at a small metal cage about 6 feet long, 3 feet high and 2 feet wide with thick black bars. There was no feeding slot, no hole in the door where the slave's head could be secured into place – it was devoid of all features save a huge padlock. It was clear that this cage was designed to impress on the slave that it would never be free again and that escape was impossible. The dungeon was completely bare apart from the cage. A single bare bulb hung from the ceiling above it, which provided the only source of light.

                  "I don't have any other equipment in here – no whips or bondage gear etc, just the cage. It forces the slave to think about its situation without any distractions. Once the slave signs the contract in the morning, there is no going back. It's final. So it must be sure. Having a bare room without any gear to get it horny or whatever helps I think. Anyway, on to something more interesting!"

                  Master Jason led them upstairs to a bathroom area.

                  "This is where the slaves are processed – where their hair is shaved off, etc. It's actually a mini replica of the communal showers at Alcatraz; again reminding the slaves that there is no escape." In the middle of the shower block was a padded leather table with metal restraints at the four corners. Master Jason walked over to it. "Here is where the slaves get any piercings and tattoos that I want. All my slaves have at the least their cock, nipples, and perineum pierced. I also have a very skilled tattoo artist that tattoos a barcode onto all slaves that can actually be read with a barcode scanner. Now, let me show you something I think you'll both be very interested in  - my bathroom."

                  Master Jason led both the men to His bathroom. At first glance it look ordinary enough, although it was of course extremely large and tastefully decorated.

                  "Notice anything unusual?" Master Jason asked. At first neither Master's did, until Master Andy walked up to the toilet and noticed to His surprise that there was no water in it. Instead, the toilet was installed above a pit. As He peered down into the darkness, He thought He could see a slave an all fours.

                  "You've found it," Master Jason grinned. Directly below us is My toilet pit. It's 2 feet high, which keeps any slave on all fours, and 10 feet by 10 feet. The floor is also subtly slopped towards the centre, above which My toilet is positioned, meaning that all My waste will pool there. I keep two animals in there at a time, which means I can have fun as they fight each other for my piss and shit. And the best part is that I can keep my slaves in there for as long as I want. The current pair have been eating nothing but My waste, as well as the waste of my trainers who are also permitted to use this toilet, for 45 days."

                  "How is that possible?" Master Dan asked.

                  Master Jason walked to a cabinet, and pulled out what looked like a pot of tablets. He opened it up and took one out. It looked normal enough – just a white lozenge.

                  "This tablet contains a very special kind bacteria" he said. "In nature, its normally found in the guts of termites and flies, which is what lets them eat wood and shit. More specifically it lets them digest cellulose, which makes up around 20% of shit. I've had the bacteria genetically modified so that it'll thrive in the guts of humans instead. It's also been modified to allow it to digest other stuff found in shit, like dead bacteria. So basically, it turns all of the shit into sugars, proteins, fats and vitamins that the slaves need to live. Which means all they need to eat is shit. What's more, any kind of shit's fine – human, dog, horse, whatever. So long as they've been given one of these tablets first, they can survive forever on it. The bacteria keep on growing forever in the slaves' guts after they take the pill.

                  "But it gets even better. The bacteria in the tablets have also been modified to respond to various drugs. The Master can take these drugs which have no side effects, and they'll wind up in His piss after a few hours. When the slave drinks the piss, they'll alter the protozoa in its colon, so depending on the drug they'll use the shit to make lots of protein or lots of fat, or make the protozoa produce less of everything. Therefore you can control the body type of your slave really easily.  If you want a muscular slave, take a "protein" pill. If you want a fat pigslave take a "fat" pill, or if you want a skinny starved slave that you can easily control and dominate, then you can cut its diet almost completely with a "slimming" pill. Cool huh?"

                 

                  "That's incredible!" Remarked Master Andy. "So do all your slaves eat nothing but shit?"

                  "No, I've only very recently received these pills from my lab, so the two slaves in My toilet pit, plus three other slaves are the only ones who have taken them so far. But since they have worked so well, all the slaves in My possession will be given them over the next week and then have a shit only diet for the rest of their lives."

                  "So, do the slave need to shit after they've taken this pill?" Master Dan asked.   
         

                  "Yes, they still produce some waste," replied Master Jason. "Unfortunately though, they can't recycle their own shit, since it of no nutritional value even when they have been given the pill, although of course they can still be made to eat it. They have to shit much less than normal – about once per month I think, although if the slave is on the slimming drug, then it'll shit just a regularly as normal."

                  Just then there was a knock on the door. Master Jason opened it, revealing the trainer that had first greeted Master Andy and Master Dan. A slave on all fours sat doggy style by his left side. A short leather lead ran from its collar to the trainer's hand.

                  "Sir, I'm sorry I didn't know you where in here. I just wanted to ask if I could use the toilet, please Sir?"

                  "Why of course – excellent timing, you can demonstrate the toilet slaves off!"

                  With that the trainer entered the bathroom, although the slave remained outside, pulled down his jock to reveal a massive thick cock, and sat down on the toilet. He didn't seem to mind in the slightest that he was taking a shit in front of the three Masters. After a few seconds he grunted and they all heard his stinking shit slide out of his hole and land with a heavy thud on the concrete floor below. Immediately after the splashing of piss was heard. Once he was done, he got up, and the three Masters crowded around the toilet to watch as the two latrine pigs began wolfing down the meal of shit and slurping up the piss. After a few seconds nothing was left. The trainer quickly left the bathroom and then bent over to allow the slave to rim his arsehole clean.

                  "Let me show you the other 3 slaves who have also been fed on a shit only diet for the past couple of months," Master Jason said.

                  He took them to another dungeon like room which had three cages, each large enough for a slave to stand and lie dow. One of the slaves was incredibly muscled, the other pretty fat, and the third look emaciated.

                  "These are My test slaves," Master Jason informed them. "You can see what a difference the drugs make. Unlike my latrine slaves, these slaves haven't been fed on human shit, but rather horse shit. I've got a couple of real horses, alongside my collection of pony slaves, so it seemed a shame to throw away the shit when I have so many slaves that could use it as a food source. I can show you them being fed if you like?"

                  "Sure that'd be great," Master Andy said with some fascination. Things were never going to be the same again for His dogslave. No more costly dog food each day for it anymore, He had decided that it too would be living on a shit only diet from now on, regardless of how it performed at the club.

                  Master Jason pressed a button on the wall and a couple of minutes later a trainer came in pushing a small wheelbarrow full of fresh horse shit. He then proceeded to shovel a good sized portion onto the floor of each cage. Master Jason waited a few moments. Unbelievably the slaves looked like they were salivating at the sight of their meal – especially the emaciated slave who was presumably starving.

                  "Feed!" Master Jason snapped, and the slaves fell to the floor, biting into the shit with their mouths. Clearly they were not allowed their hands to eat. The Masters watched with fascination as the large piles of horse shit were reduced to nothing and the slaves were left licking up the stains from the concrete.

                  "Let's move on to my kennels," said Master Jason.

                  As they entered the kennels, Master Andy and Master Dan saw 8 remaining dogslaves, all young and heavily muscled, were locked in a large cage. They were all lying or sitting, but upon hearing their Master enter, quickly rushed to the front of the cage and started barking in excitement. They pressed their heads to the bars, and held out their tongues, hoping that the Master might treat them to some of His piss, or else would let them run their tongues over His leather boots. The 2 Masters saw that each of the dogs had an extremely thick PA ring which was padlocked to another very thick guiche piercing, effectively preventing the dogs from playing with themselves, although for good measure they each wore leather dog mitts which were locked onto their paws.

                  "Would you like to take a couple for a walk?" Master Jason asked. "I could show you some of my ranch, along with my pony slaves which are in a field around 15 minutes walk away."

                  "Yeah, that'd be great," the Masters said.

                  Master Jason grabbed 3 leads and unlocked the cage. He clipped the leads onto the collars of `sparky' a white but heavily tanned dogslave with blonde hair, a perfectly muscular arse and short, fat cock; `hunter' a black dogslave with an enormous cock and mohawk which had been died red and `buster' who had a buzz cut and an impressive tattoo of a muscled Master with a giant cock that was pissing directly into His dogslave's open mouth covering its entire back. The excited dogs followed their Master out of the cage and were then led out of the kennel.

As they walked toward the field containing the pony slaves, they met one of the trainers who held a dogslave on a tight leash.

                  "Hello Matt," Master Jason said, speaking to the trainer. "How's the animal's training progressing?"

                  "It's progressing nicely, Sir, although it's of course still a long way off being fully trained. I've just taken it for a long walk to improve its handling on the lead, and since it's quite muddy in places, I thought I'd combine it with boot service training."

                  "Good idea Matt," Master Jason said, glancing down at the trainer's leather boots which were caked in wet mud. "I see it's got its work cut out. Anyway, let me introduce you to Master's Dan and Andy. I believe you've already spoken with Andy on the phone."

                  "Hi Sirs," Matt said shaking their hands. "Pleasure to meet you both."

                  "And you, but please, don't let us stop you from getting your boots cleaned – they really are filthy!" replied Master Dan.

                  "They certainly are. Dog! Boot!" Trainer Matt snapped his fingers and pointed down at the muddy boots. The dog crawled forward. It's cock had been pierced and was pulled back and connected to a guiche perineum piercing via a padlock, which acted as a chastity device. Master Andy also noticed it was wearing a lockable butt-plug. A barcode tattoo had been inked onto it, just below its neck so that it was still visible even though it was wearing a thick leather collar. It began to slowly start licking the boot of the trainer's right foot, but appeared to be avoiding the mud, and only licking the upper part of the boot.

                  "No dog, get the mud off," the trainer corrected it. But it was too slow in complying with the command, so the trainer quickly gave it some encouragement with the bull whip he carried around. He gave it 5 hard lashes, but still the dog failed to comply with the boot licking command.

                  "This is a great opportunity to demonstrate some of the techniques we have developed to ensure that a slave obeys any command it is given instantly," remarked Master Jason. "Here the dogslave has been issued with a clear command to clean its trainer's boots, which it is failing to do, even after encouragement with the whip. Of course one way would be to force it to clean the boots with its dog mouth by causing ever greater pain until it complies, but I think the best way is for the slave to want to do a task. So, as we have 3 very well trained dogs already, we can use them in the training of the novice dog. Dog," he said, looking at the novice dogslave, "sit!" The novice dog did as it was told. "Andy, would you mind holding this piece of shit dog in place and standing on its cock and balls?"

                  "Sure thing," Master Andy agreed, and the dogslave yelped in agony as Master Andy crushed the dogslave's balls between the ground and His massive leather boot.

                  "Sparky, buster, hunter, clean trainer Matt's right boot!" Master Jason ordered, and the 3 dogs quickly began licking the mud off the boot like their lives depended on it. Matt angled his boot once the uppers were gleaming so they could get to the sole and lick out the treads. As they where cleaning the boot, Master Jason stroked their backs and arses, lightly fingering their holes and saying "good dogs!" repeatedly, making them lick with ever more enthusiasm. All the while the novice dog was watching on in agony as its cock and balls were being crushed by the full weight of Master Andy. Once the boot was fully clean, the dogs sat doggy style on the ground, their shitty tongues hanging out.

                  "Good dogs, you may have some of your Master's delicious piss to wash out your dog mouths as a reward," Master Jason praised them, and began to release a torrent of piss into their mouths, sparky first, then buster, and finishing off with hunter. "As you did such a good job, you can also suck your Master's enormous cock as an extra reward," Master Jason said. The three dogs excitedly began to suck their Master's dick, with hunter working the head, buster the shaft and sparky licking His balls. Master Jason threw back His head in pleasure, and after a few minutes gave hunter a mouthful of cum. The dog kept its mouth open so that its pack mates could also share in the delicious cum.

                  All the while the novice dogslave was having its balls crushed and was almost ready to pass out from the pain. However it was also extremely jealous of the 3 other dogs that had got to drink the Master's piss, and suck His cock.

                  Master Jason turned His attention to the suffering dogslave. "So dog, ready to clean trainer Matt's other boot?"

                  "Woof!" the dog responded.

"Good dog. CLEAN!"

                  Master Andy stepped off its balls and it rushed over to the boot and began cleaning it thoroughly with its tongue. Afterwards, trainer Matt pissed in its mouth, and then allowed it to suck him off too.

                  "You see, with both carrot and stick at the same time, you can quickly get good results from an unwilling animal," said Master Jason. "Now, let's carry on and see the pony slaves, and then your dog can carry out its shit test to see if it is allowed out of the box.

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.

Chapter 13

 "Wake up, cunt!" Jason screamed as He kicked the sleeping pig in the balls full force with His steel-toed rangers. The pig squealed in agony, but quickly its training came back to it, and it hurriedly got onto all fours, knees wide apart and arched its back as much as possible to fully expose its arsehole and its tortured balls to its Master.

  "New customer, bitch," Jason smirked. "Have fun," He said to the skinhead who had just handed Him a hundred dollars for the use of the pig for an hour.

    Since Jason had picked up the pig-dog at The Pound club a few months ago, He had been making lots of cash from it. Since it had already been fully toilet trained He had originally hired it out to leather bars to use, but after a while He had decided to turn His basement into a dungeon/pig sty and rent it out to anyone willing to pay. A hundred dollars would buy an hour - during which time there were no limits to what you could do to it. As long as it didn't need a trip to the hospital after the hour was up, anything went. It was so popular, it now had to be booked a month in advance and was used 12 hours a day, 7 days a week, meaning it was constantly exhausted.

    Since acquiring the pig, Jason had highly modified it. First of all, its cock had been fully adjusted. It had been surgically lengthened by several inches, and a hollow metal rod implanted down its urethra so that it was now permanently flaccid and in the shape of a corkscrew - just like a pig. Although it could no longer get hard, or cum anymore, both its balls, its prostate and the nerves in its glans had been left alone, so that it was now constantly horny but unable to get any relief. All its useless cock could do now was piss through the hollow urethral tube.

    Secondly, the Master had given it a septum piercing. Not satisfied with a standard ring, however, Jason had enlarged the hole and it now wore a heavy-duty padlock as a septum ring.

    Thirdly, Jason had tattooed its entire body with insults in graffiti style. These included "TOILET FAGGOT", "URINAL PIG", "WORTHLESS CUNT", "SHIT EATING BITCH", "PIG SLAVE", "SICK FUCK", "CUM DUMP", "TRASH", "SUCK PIG", "ANIMAL", "FILTH", and "PIG DOG" all over its body, including its face. Furthermore, a large biohazard symbol had been placed on the back of its neck, just below the thick, triple weight iron collar that was welded on. Large steaming piles of shit had also been expertly drawn on its chest and abs. On its back, images of two slaves had been inked, with their mouths wide open. One was in the process of swallowing a giant piece of shit from a muscular arse, while the other was gulping down a stream of piss from a huge cock. All in all, these modifications ensured it would never be accepted in normal society ever again.

    The dungeon was divided into two sections - the play area, and the sty. The play area had a rubber floor and contained all the usual equipment - whips, canes, plugs, sling, cage, collars and leads, various rubber hoods and suits, gags, restraints made of various materials including a seriously hardcore iron set that weighed over 30kg, electro boxes, etc.

    The sty was bare concrete, physically separated from the play area by a trench around 6 inches deep and 3 inches across. Above the trench there was a heavy-duty rail from which hung a thick plastic curtain that was currently pulled back. It was a fairly small area, around 2 by 3 meters. On one wall hung a metal urinal trough that Jason had bought from a leather bar. It was old and very heavily piss stained. At the edge of the sty was a drain, and above on the wall, a short length of hosepipe hung around the tap it was connected to.

    When it was not in use, the pig was made to live in the sty area. Here it slept, ate, pissed and shat. The sty was never cleaned, and it was severely punished if Jason thought it had been pissing or shitting in the corner rather than randomly somewhere on the concrete floor. This meant that over time the whole area was now covered in a thick, sludgy, stinking brown mess that it was forced to live in. For 8 hours a night, the pigslave was shackled to the floor via the padlock in its septum piercing which was attached to a D ring set into the concrete.

    Each morning, before the first client came, Jason would unshackle the pig, and drag it to a small area behind the sty which was also surrounded by thick plastic curtains on all sides. There He would fix the pig in place by attaching its collar to a chain dangling from the ceiling, and two ankle shackles fixed to the floor, and hose the filthy pig down. Once a week its entire body (including its head and face) would be smeared in a depilatory cream to remove all its hair. This would be left on for an 30 minutes, after which it would be hosed down again.

    Meal times were another source of degradation and pain for the pig. Jason kept a large metal bucket in His kitchen, and any scraps were thrown into it. This could literally be anything left over from His meals - vegetable peelings, egg shells, coffee grounds, tea bags, gristle from meat, mouldy bread, dirt from sweeping the floor - anything. Of course, He also used the bucket as His toilet, and perhaps worse of all, He also added all the shit from Blade, His American Pit Bull. Twice a day, He would empty around half of the contents of the bucket into the piss stained urinal trough in the pig's sty, and it would be ordered to feed.

    The first time its Master had fed it the contents of the bucket it had immediately vomited. Of course, it was just put on a 7-day starvation punishment while the contents of the bucket fermented and then ordered to feed again. It had managed to get its meal down after that, but was punished severely with the bullwhip for being so ungrateful.

    However, simply feeding the pig garbage wasn't enough for Jason. Whenever the pig was in the sty, its had a tall triple weight iron scrotum shackle locked on. The inside was covered in sharp metal spikes for extra discomfort, which were just short and dull enough so as to not actually pierce the skin. The shackle was connected via a thick chain to a heavy duty eye hook embedded in the middle of the concrete floor. After some experimenting, Jason had managed to make the length of the chain just right so that in order to feed from the urinal trough the pig would have to pull extremely hard on the chain, causing it immense pain as its balls were stretched and the metal spikes cruelly dug into its flesh. The mind fuck of having to endure that much agony just to feed on literal garbage was incredible for the pig. Most people could never endure for a day what the pig had to go through, yet it loved every second - constantly kept horny by the degrading, humiliating, agonising treatment it submitted to.

    The skinhead looked mean at the pig. He was wearing bleachers, along with a Fred Perry T-shirt. Worryingly for the pig, He also held a large boxer dog on a thick chain leash. He grabbed the pig by the collar, led it over to the small cage, threw it inside and slammed the door shut before padlocking it. The cage had a toilet seat mounted on top, and the skin pulled down His bleachers and sat down. He wasted no time dumping a huge, stinking load of shit over it, and then bent over and pushed His arse up to the bars.

    "Clean it, cunt!" He ordered. He began to wank Himself as He felt the glorious sensation of its warm, moist tongue flicking over His arsehole, cleaning away the residual shit. He farted loudly, but the pig didn't even flinch, just carried on rimming. Once the skin was satisfied, He unlocked the cage door, dragged out the pig. Some shit had smeared over its head, and down its back, but the majority of its next meal was on the floor of the cage. The skinhead selected a cane from the large selection of whips and began gently thwacking it. Soon He increased the pain, and within a few minutes large red lines had been drawn all over the slave's back, butt, and legs and it was screaming in agony. The skin just got harder and harder and began to leak precum. It was then He gave the order to feed on His shit.

    The pig bent its head down instantly and began to eat His sinking waste. This had the consequence that its arse hole was raised up and exposed.

    "FUCK!" The skin growled, and upon this command the boxer dog, which had undergone lengthy training, mounted the pig and inserted its stiffening pink doggy cock into its wide open hole. The pigslave felt the dog's knot steadily growing larger and larger. Soon it felt like it was being fisted, and the pig knew there was no way out of this. Then the dog began pounding its arse, and the pig was squealing. The dog's cock must have enlarged to at least 12 inches. It felt huge. The pounding intensified, and from the deep massage its prostate was getting, it was feeling like a bitch in heat. It useless cock was dribbling precum, but the metal rod and the surgery meant it could not get hard at all. it longed to cum, but knew it would never be able to. The dog's claws dug into its back, but the pain made it hornier still, as did the taste of the skin's shit it was chewing on. it was one sick fucking cunt.

    As the skin's dog was fucking the pig, He sat and on the cage watching the spectacle, and simply wanked His big, thick cock. He brought Himself closer and closer to the point of no return, and then after several minutes He was spraying cum all over the floor of the cage. Then the dog started howling, and the pig felt warm liquid flood its arsehole, and it knew the dog had also cum. it briefly wondered if it had been trained only to cum after his Master had cum.

    It took thirty minutes for the dog's knot to go down enough that he could pull out of the pig's hole. Meanwhile, the skin had the slave lick the floor of the cage spotlessly clean of His cum and His shit.

    Shortly after the skin arrived, Jason heard the familiar throb of Dean's Ducati approach His house. 30 seconds after the engine cut out, Dean walked in - totally clad in black leather, looking sexy as fuck. He sported a short mohawk now. Jason and Dean had been going out for the past couple of months. The two were fucking before Dean could even get His leathers off - He just pulled down His biker pants, and Jason slipped His giant cock into His tight hole, the smell and feel of the leather intoxicating Him, driving Him wild.

    "I had a call from Andy the other day," Jason told Dean, once they were done. "Says he's living a few hours north now on a ranch - belongs to a guy called Jason. Super rich apparently, and he's decided to train slaves for sale. He's looking for staff to help, and Andy wondered whether we'd be interested. Says all the accommodation and everything is provided - and of course, slaves are on tap 24/7." They both grinned at the thought of that.

    "What about the pig?" Dean asked. "You're doing pretty well out of it aren't you? Shame to lose the custom."

    "Andy says I can take it with me no problem, and there are plenty of nasty horny fuckers around that'll pay to use it."

    "Let's take a trip at the weekend then, and have a look around. Even if it doesn't work out, it sounds like it'll still be a fun weekend." They both grinned and started fucking again.

    When the weekend finally arrived, Jason loaded up the pig's trough with garbage along with plenty of shit and piss and told it He would be back in a couple of days. Then He and Dean jumped in the truck and began the journey North to Master Jason's ranch. They were greeted, like all guests, by a heavy muscled trainer wearing the official uniform of the ranch – 20 hole rangers, a black leather jock with white front zip, and black leather harness trimmed with red. He took them to meet Masters Andy and Dan and, of course, Master Jason. The three beautiful men were standing over a fully rubberised slave that was tightly bound to the dungeon's concrete floor. A rim seat had been installed over its head, and what looked like a milking machine attached to its cock - the only piece of skin aside from its mouth that was exposed. A couple of other machines that were connected by various tubes and wires to the slave's rubber sack hummed faintly. A large LCD display on the wall ready 167 and 4006.

    "Dean, Jason!" Master Andy welcomed them both. "Great to see you both. I'm so glad you could make it. Please, allow me to introduce Master Jason, who owns the ranch, and my partner, Master Dan." The men shook hands.

    "You may not recognise it," Master Andy continued, "but this is my dogslave," He explained, giving the rubberised slave a kick with His gleaming leather boots. "It has been enduring constant milking, coupled with excruciating pain from electro torture, whilst being trapped in the rubber sack which is connected to a vacuum pump which kicks in randomly to cut off its air. Naturally, it's also been used as a full toilet the entire time. Eaten nothing but shit, and drunk nothing but piss." He grinned widely.

    "Fuck Andy, how long's it been like that?" asked Jason.

    "Well it's original sentence for cumming without permission was 90 days, but I told it that every scream it let out from the electro torture would add another day to its sentence. So far its been locked down for 167 days."

    "Wow. That's incredible. And its lived only on shit all that time?" examined Dean.

    "Yep, all thanks to Master Jason's special pills. It's actually due to be let out now, but if you'd like to relieve yourselves after the long journey, you're most welcome."

    Of course, both men, owning a pig slave themselves, were no strangers to using a human mouth as their toilet but jumped at the chance nonetheless. Jason sat down and ordered the dogslave to rim him clean before releasing a torrent of piss into its wide open mouth hole, followed by at least a couple of kilos of shit. Halfway through, the milking machine clicked on and began wanking the slave's cock. It came just as it swallowed the last bit of soft shit from Jason and then the rubber sack began writhing around as the electro coursed through the slave's body, placing it in searing agony. It's brown, shit stained teeth clenched tightly together, as it desperately tried not to make a sound. Jason noticed the wall clock now read 167 and 4007, and realised with some fascination that it was a counter for both the number of days the slave had been bound in rubber, and the number of forced orgasms it had endured. He had it rim him again, and then Dean fed it his waste as well.

    As the dogslave was unlocked from the rubber sack and dragged off to have the thick layer of its own shit that covered every inch of its body hosed off, Dean and Jason were introduced to Master Jason.

    "Pleased to meet you both," He said, shaking their hands. Andy here tells me you are thinking about coming here to work for me as trainers. Is that right?"

    "Well, yes, we have some experience training slaves. I have my own pig slave in fact that I rent out. Brings in a good income, actually, but we couldn't resist coming to see the ranch that Andy's told us so much about," Jason explained.

    "I hope you like what you see," Master Jason grinned. "Actually, I have a problem slave I'd like you to help me with. Like many slaves here it is being trained to order. The Master who will eventually own it requires the slave be able to eat dog shit as it will function as a slave for his bio dogs. It will be their fucktoy and toilet. However, no matter the punishment it receives, it won't willingly feed on shit. Let me show it to you."

    Dean and Jason followed Master Jason to a small dungeon. The only objects in it were a metal dog bowl and a metal box. Master Jason flicked the catches open, and then pulled up the lid. The stench of shit wafted out. Master Jason reached in and pulled out the slave by it metal collar which had been riveted on. It was painfully thin and covered in welts and purple bruises, obviously from the many whippings and beatings it had endured.

    "The slave last ate 15 days ago, when it was forced fed a shit-piss slurry via a feeding tube to keep it alive," Master Jason explained. "It's endured hundreds of lashes, as you can tell, but it simply refuses to feed on shit. Watch."

    Master Jason squatted over the dog bowl and ejected a thick, dark brown lump of shit from His gorgeous, muscular butt. He clicked His fingers and ordered the slave to feed, pointing at the shit meal.

    "Fuck you!" the slave uttered defiantly. Master Jason smiled and then booted it in the balls, causing the slave to double up in pain and start rolling around on the concrete floor. The slave was so weak and light from starvation that the powerful Master actually managed to chip the slave back into the metal box as you might a football, simply by hooking His right boot under its stomach and jerking it upwards. He slammed the lid down and gave the box a few more kicks.

    "Break this fucking cunt of a slave down. I want it to beg to eat My shit. Take it away with you if you want. Bring it back obedient and you'll both have a job for life here."

    Master Jason showed the two around the rest of the ranch. They were particularly interested in the kennels, which held at least 10 dogslaves. As the 3 Masters approached, two slaves appeared carrying a large piece of rubber between them. It was sagging in the middle, and it wasn't until they got a bit closer that Dean and Jason realised it was the rubber suit that Andy's dogslave had been sealed in for months. It was sagging under the weight of the huge amount of piss/shit inside it. The two slaves set the rubber down, one unlocked the metal door of the kennel, and then they both threw it inside where it landed on the concrete floor and began leaking its stinking, mushy brown contents. The dogslaves started barking and going crazy and immediately began lapping up the filth and burrowing the heads into the suit. Masters Jason and Dean looked on, amazed and rock hard.

    "Get that suit cleaned boys!" order Master Jason. "I want it licked spotless!"

    The dogslaves all woofed loudly and went on frantically lapping up the shit that was oozing from the rubber suit. Meanwhile, the slaves that had carried the rubber suit fetched and spade and broom and began scraping and brushing the dogslave's shit and piss towards a drain in one corner of the large kennel.

    "The dogslaves are kept permanently hungry," explained Master Jason, "so that they feed quickly like bio dogs. Outside the kennel they are trained to wait until the `feed' command is given, but in the kennel it's a free for all. There's deliberately never enough food to go round, so that's why they're so frenzied when a big meal like this comes along. Of course, by food I mean shit. Typically from horse or bio dog, but occasionally they are treated to shit from My trainers, which apparently tastes slightly better. The dogs are kept like this for at least a couple of years whilst they are trained before they are sold off. I find that having them live constantly as a dog for that length of time in this kind of environment alters their mindset permanently, making them much better animal slaves for their future owners."

    A couple of young dogs appeared to piss themselves with excitement, and Jason and Dean noticed that all the dog's cock heads were pierced with large, thick rings, and pulled back, where they were padlocked to thick quiche piercings just in front of their arseholes. This arrangement seemed to serve as both a chastity device and as a way for the dog's butt holes to get cleaned every time they pissed. They noticed that one particular muscular dog, however, did not have its cock locked like the others. Instead it was rock hard, and to Dean and Jason's surprise, it started to mount one of the other smaller dogs and began pounding away.

    "I find it's always better to have a top dog, so to speak, that will keep the others in line," Master Jason explained. "Makes much less work for the trainers that way."

    The Masters moved on and left the dogs to clean the rubber with their mouths. Master Jason showed them their room while they were staying at the ranch. It had a large bondage bed, sling and various other pieces of hardware as was to be expected. In the corner, a nice, muscular slave stood naked, collared and gagged, with cuffs locked to its wrists and ankles. Its hair was cropped to an extreme recon style, and a large septum piercing had been fitted. As was proper, its feet were shoulder width apart and its hands were on the back of its head so that its whole body was completely exposed. It stared down at the Master's boots, never once glancing up. Off to one side was a small bathroom featuring and shower and sink. Of course, there was no porcelain toilet.

    "I'll let you get settled in," Master Jason said. "If you need any more slaves, just ring. Dinner's at 8 in the main hall."

    The two men wasted no time in ordering the slave onto the bed. Dean turned around and bent over and ordered the slave to start rimming, while Jason began to fuck its hole. After a few minutes, Dean turned around and had the slave suck him until both men exploded and fired spurt after spurt of hot cum into the slaves front and rear holes simultaneously. Jason first had it suck his cock clean and then ordered it to squat over the wooden floor and expel his cum, which it was then forced to lick up like a dog. Once all the cum was cleaned up they checked the time and found it was nearly 8 pm, so they donned their leathers and headed out. Two pony slaves locked to a wooden cart were waiting for them. Dean and Jason marvelled at how grossly enlarged their cocks were - at least 16 inches long, even though they appeared flaccid, and thick as a man's forearm. They were both huge - both tall and heavily muscled, with thick leather posture collars and large tail buttplugs locked on via a heavy-duty full body harness, through which they were attached to the cart. As soon as the two men climbed on board they began trotting quickly away, although Jason still couldn't resist using the whip on their beautiful backs and arses to gain even more speed.

    After 10 minutes fast run the pony slaves drew up outside a large barn. Several other pony slaves were tethered to metal posts and a slave rushed over and led the two beasts over to a free post which they were quickly tethered to. Their bodies were covered in a sweat, but their breathing was slow and steady, as if they had only walked a few metres, rather than run at least a couple of miles at full speed. The stable slave attached leather nose bags to the head harnesses of the two ponies. Dean and Jason could only guess what the contents of the bags might be.

    Dean and Jason entered the building and took in their surroundings. A huge ebony table surrounded by at least 30 chairs filled the centre portion of the hall. The walls were richly decorated with countless fetish items, from every kind of whip imaginable to medieval-looking torture implements and iron restraints. Various hoods, masks, and suits made from leather and rubber were on display. On one wall there were many framed pictures of various Master/slave situations. In one, two beautiful leather clad Masters were deep in conversation. Each Master was standing on the leash of a dogslave, forcing their heads and collared necks down onto the pavement, totally ignored by their owners. In another, a slave was clad from head to toe in a brown rubber suit. The only piece of flesh visible was it's pink tongue, which was held out as far as it would reach. Above the slave was a leather rim chair, and a sign reading `toilet'.

    Then, of course, there were the many slaves. In front of each chair, a slave was tethered under the table. They wore leather hoods and body harnesses, and their hands were locked behind their backs with thick, heavy looking iron manacles. At one end of the hall was a great wooden block with four slaves kneeling on all fours on it, their heads facing outwards. Dean noticed that they were all connected with a large cross-shaped butt plug. Resting on their backs were four silver trays, one bearing red wine, one white, one had a large selection of canapes, and the other caviar, blinis, and champagne. He helped himself to red wine and patted the slave patronisingly on the head. On the other side of the hall was a raised platform with 3 Andrew's Crosses and 3 low stocks whereby a slave could be locked into the all fours position. They were all currently empty.

    Shortly after, Master Andy and Master Dan arrived, dressed totally in leather and looking hot as fuck. Dean and Jason started chatting with them and then sat down for dinner. They enjoyed an exquisite meal – cheese soufflé, followed by venison steak and finishing with champagne sorbet, coffee, and chocolates, while the slaves serving looked on hungrily. The slaves chained up in front of each chair under the table were put to use pleasuring the many Masters' cocks with their mouths whilst they ate, and, towards the end of the meal after much wine, beer and coffee had been consumed, they made for handy toilets, guzzling many loads of piss.

    As the coffee cups were cleared away, and the Master's began to start smoking cigarettes and cigars, 2 slaves were dragged onto the platform by burly trainers and locked onto two of the Andrew's Crosses. The trainer announced loudly:

    "Sirs, as you know, after each meal it is traditional to publicly punish any slaves that have behaved or performed poorly. Tonight we have slave 243," he paused and pointed to a terrified looking slave on the left, "who fell asleep when it should have been doing household chores for Master Lee, and this piece of shit," he pointed to the slave on the right who was visibly shaking, "a galley slave who was caught stealing food from the kitchen."

    The men all turned to face Master Jason, who would have the ultimate decision on how the slaves would be punished.

    "I think it would be fitting if 243 was given a coffee enema to help it through its long hours of service. Pour a gallon of cold coffee up its worthless arsehole and force it to hold it for 24 hours. Any spillages and the process starts over. As for that piece of shit," He pointed to the slave on the right that had been caught stealing food, "what exactly did it steal?"

    "Vegetable peelings intended for your horses, Sir," the trainer answered. "Unfortunately, this isn't the first time this sort of this has happened. It was previously a stable boy but was caught eating a carrot intended for one of the horses. It was put on a two-week starvation diet and forced to work in the kitchen surrounded by delicious food as an extra punishment."

    "it needs to be taught a fucking good lesson," shouted Master Jason. "Tomorrow at dawn assemble all the slaves in front of the kennels and administer 200 lashes to the cunt. Then lock a feeding gag onto its disgusting face hole and shove a large metal pipe up its arsehole and lock that in place too. Put a catheter in it as well. Then seal it in a heavy rubber sleeping sack so it can't move a fucking inch. Ensure it is blindfolded and earmuffed so it is completely isolated. Shackle the cunt to the concrete floor underneath the kennels, and then plumb it into the sewer pipe that runs from the drain in the kennel floor where all my dog's piss and shit gets disposed of. Perhaps eating nothing but recycled horse shit for the rest of its life will finally teach it how far below even a dumb beast it is. Now get it out of my sight. I never want to see it's disgusting face again. Oh, and make sure every slave knows exactly what is going to happen to it and why."

    "Master, please it was just so hungry..." the slave trembled, but the trainer kneed it in the stomach, winding it badly and preventing it from making any more offensive sounds. In any case, Master Jason had turned to speak with Master Dan sitting next to Him and had completely forgotten about the slave already. The horrified slave was dragged off to await its fate, to exist as a living sewer pipe for the rest of its life.

    After a very pleasant weekend, Dean and Jason began their drive home. The metal box containing the emaciated slave they were to train was loaded onto the bed of their truck, and after saying goodbye to Andy and Master Jason they headed off.

    "So, any ideas how we're going to train the slave then?" asked Dean after they'd killed a few a miles.

    "Well, clearly pain doesn't work. So a guess we'll have to try pleasure instead to try and get what we want. There's more to training a slave than just whipping it to get what you want, after all."

    They were hungry when the got back, and tired from the drive, so they stopped off just before home for burgers - 2 for them, and 2 for the slaves, since they were feeling kind. Once they got home they ate theirs and then had a quick nap after the long drive. Once they felt refreshed they went outside to retrieve the metal box from the truck. They took it out back and dumped it in the garden, and then unlocked the lid and opened it. The stench of shit wafted out. They pulled out the emaciated slave and threw it on the grass. It was covered in filth, so Dan went and got the garden hose and sprayed it down. It made a feeble attempt to curl up into a ball to protect itself from the icy water, but it was so weak it hardly took much effort to pin it down on the ground. Jason fetched a collar and chained it to a post to dry out in the sun for a few minutes, and then dragged it down into the dungeon.

    Dean followed them down, carrying the burger, fries, and milkshake which He promptly dropped onto the concrete floor. Then the two masters set to work mashing the cold food together with their leather boots until it resembled a grey gloop of consistent texture. If the slave hadn't seen the original food, it would have never been able to guess what it once was.

    The Men sat down after the efforts, and the wasted slave was told to start cleaning up the floor. The starving slave did its best to crawl over as quickly as possible to the grey mess and then began licking it up furiously. After being force fed shit for so long by its previous owner, this was a gourmet meal.

    "Good slave," said Jason. The slave began licking up the few remaining bits of grey slime from the concrete, desperate for food. No sooner had it cleared the last remaining scraps up it started to feel very drowsy. A minute later and it was unconscious from the sedatives the food had been laced with.

    It woke up and found itself strapped to a bondage chair. A tube gag had been tightly locked in place, holding its mouth wide open. As it came round it noticed its arms were held out in front of it, level with its mouth. Steel shackles had been locked to its wrists, which were in turn attached to a steel frame that had been constructed in front of it. The wrist shackles were attached to horizontal runners, which meant it could pull its hands towards its face. As it did so it heard a ratchet mechanism click, and it realised it was impossible to push its hands away.

    It felt something on its cock too, which was rock hard, although its head was strapped to the chair so it couldn't look down and see what it was. For some reason, it felt horny as fuck. Its cock was literally painfully hard.

    Jason walked in. "Good to see you're finally awake."

   "Emmmff!" was all the slave could manage through the tube gag.

    "You've been brought here to be broken down and trained as a dog's toilet. That will be your only purpose once you eventually leave. I understand your Master was having some trouble with you, so He allowed me to try. I understand you can withstand almost any amount of pain, so I thought I'd try something a little different.

    "Right now, you are attached to an IV drip that's slowly releasing a special cocktail of drugs into your bloodstream. They're designed to make you incredibly, unbearably horny. But they also suppress your ability to cum.

    "Attached to your little cock is a milking device, the speed of which can be controlled by this." Jason held picked up an extremely large syringe from the table and proceeded to screw the end of it onto the slave's tube gag. Then he pulled back the slave's hands and locked the syringe's plunger to a clip in the runners. Finally, He attached a cable to the end of the syringe's barrel. The milking machine on the slave's cock began to move very, very slowly.

    "You see, the syringe has a simple rheostat built into it. At the moment the sheath around your dick is moving up and down once every 30 seconds. Far, far too slowly for you to have any chance of cumming, but just enough to make you want more. If you want it to go faster, just pull your hands towards your face to press the plunger in. By the time the plunger is almost all the way down, the sheath will be wanking your little cock fast enough to cum. Pull it all the way in, and the machine will stop altogether. Of course, it goes without saying that as you pull your hands towards you, you'll effectively be forcing the contents of the syringe into your mouth through that tube gag. In this case, My morning shit. If you want to cum, you will serve as My toilet. Have fun faggot."

    With that, Jason walked out of the dungeon, leaving the slave to its fate.

    For the first hour the slave resisted pulling on the syringe's plunger, but steadily its cock grew harder and harder from all the drugs being pumped into its body. After a while it felt like it was going to burst. Then a dull ache in its balls set in which grew steadily stronger until it almost felt as if someone had kicked it in the nuts. It desperately needed relief.

    So it started to pull. Rank, bitter shit filled its mouth and it struggled not to gag or vomit, but at the same time the wanking device on its cock got a little faster and it felt wonderful. It tried not to think about the horrendous taste in its mouth, or where it had come from, and grimly swallowed what was in its mouth.

    Then it pulled a bit harder.

    Pretty soon it had swallowed half the contents of the syringe, and the milking machine was moving at a reasonable pace, but definitely not fast enough to give it the relief it so desperately needed. It pulled harder still on the syringe, gaging a little, but managing to swallow the vile shit it was feeding itself.

    Finally, the syringe was nearly empty - the plunger was over three-quarters of the way down. The wanking machine was rapidly moving up and down its iron hard shaft now, and it was getting close. It pulled the plunger in another few millimetres, and then exploded in ecstasy. Its cock pulsated wildly, and it felt like gallons of cum was being fired out. Its whole body trembled with euphoria.

    But then it realised what it would have to do. Too soon the waves of pleasure from the wanking device turned to pain as its cock was over stimulated. The agony grew and soon it was screaming through the gag. It would have to force the remaining shit into its mouth to turn off the device, but now that it had cum it was completed turned off. Eating the shit would be a hundred times worse than before. It couldn't stand the pain any longer though, so it did what it had to, and began pulling hard on the syringe. its mouth was once again filled with the cold, vile sludge that had once been inside Master Jason. It willed itself not to vomit, and just did its best to swallow. Swallow and pull, swallow and pull.

    Finally, the plunger reached the end of the syringe and the wanking device cut off. It sat there in the dark for what seemed like hours. Slowly the drugs kicked in again, and its limp cock grew hard as a rock.

    The light came on, filling its eyeballs with searing pain. It blinked and saw Jason in front of it. What He was holding filled it with fear and revulsion. Of course, another syringe. it would have to endure the process again. First He pulled the empty syringe from its gag, and insert a funnel attachment. He poured a litre of piss into the slave to keep it hydrated and then fitted the second shit filled syringe.

    "A gift from Master Dean." He announced, and then with more than a hint of sadism: "Please enjoy it." And then He left again, leaving the slave in the dark to suffer.

    The process continued for two weeks. The slave was never released from the bondage chair. In that time it ate over 100 syringes full of shit and had as many earth-shattering orgasms. The drugs it was constantly stimulated with seem to minimise its refractory time to a few minutes so it was basically constantly horny as fuck.

    Jason entered the dungeon carrying the familiar syringe. "This time, something a little different. It is from Blade, my dog." He grinned, fitted the gag to the whimpering slave and left it. Amazingly, it ate the entire syringe of dog shit in under 3 minutes. The training device was worked perfectly. It had learned to associate eating shit with mind-blowing pleasure.

    Now it was time to bring back pain.

    "As you have done so well eating all that shit, I have decided to reward you with some proper food," Jason told it. "The syringe is full of nice warm, tasty chicken soup. Enjoy!" The slave was so excited about the prospect of eating real food it didn't notice Master Jason subtly pressing a button on its IV drip. Now, instead of drugs that made it horny, a hideous concoction of drugs developed for `enhanced interrogations' was entering its bloodstream. Quite simply, they would make it feel like it was being burned alive.

    It began to scream in pain. "Eat that meal!" Jason roared. "The pain will only get worse until it is all consumed. Then it will stop."

    The slave pulled the plunger towards it as fast as it could. It was almost impossible to eat since it was screaming so much, but the gag was effective, and none of the soup spilled out. Eventually, it managed to swallow everything. Its throat was so raw from screaming it felt like someone had ripped it out. It had managed to savour none of the delicious soup - the first real food it had eaten in months.

    This process continued for another 2 weeks. Sometimes it would be fed dog shit, and have the some of the most intense orgasms it had ever experienced. Sometimes it would be feed soup, of chilli con carne, or mashed potato - anything that could be pushed through a large syringe. Then it would experience the most excruciating, searing, hellish pain it had ever felt. It was being trained to associated shit with ecstatic pleasure, and real food with utterly unbearable agony.

    Jason entered the dungeon carrying a large tray covered with two silver domes. He set it down on a table in the dungeon. He then pulled out the IV drip from the slave and released it from the bondage chair. It was told to sit at the table in front of the tray.

    "Today, you will get a rare thing for a slave: a choice. You will eat which one you prefer." Smirked Jason. With a flourish, He lifted up the two silver domes. Under one was a huge steak, covered in peppercorn sauce, crispy potato wedges on the side. Under the other was a pile of dog shit.

    The slave didn't hesitate for a second. It divided into the shit, eating it like an animal with just its mouth. Master Jason's grin widened. He had managed to successful warp a slave's mind to such an extent that it would willing eat dog shit over a gourmet steak dinner. It was ready to be returned to its owner and then sold on for use as a dog's servant and toilet.

    Master Jason and Dean, along with the pig slave and the slave twins moved to the slave ranch, where they became trainers alongside Masters Andy and Dan. The shit-eating training method that Master Jason had devised quickly became standard protocol for all new slaves. It was so effective that sales of toilet slaves exploded, yet only 2 units of a total of 480 sold returned for retraining.

    Master Andy personally trained hundreds of slaves over the coming years, but always kept His loyal dogslave close by. it had served so long, it no longer thought of itself as anything other than a dog. it had forgotten long ago how to speak, or walk on two legs, or eat anything other than shit from the ground with only its mouth, or lap anything but piss from its dog bowl. After years of service it no longer got fucked, or ordered to suck Master's cock, it was simply His pet.

 it could think of no better life.

The End.