Spikes
Diary#3
Continuing
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<Spike runs over to
Master Doug jumps on his chest licking his face in his excitement...Spike then puts his
muzzle at Master Doug's crotch sniffing his cock and balls...Spike's cock gets hard after
sniffing Master Doug and begins to hump his leg in excitement...>
Spike's eyes prick up as he hears his Master opening
a tin of his favourite dog food - he scampers to the kitchen still holding a pair of his
Masters dirty socks in his mouth. His attention is fixed on his Masters are he prepares
Spike's meal.
As Spike starts to salivate, the socks get damper, and he can taste his Masters feet in
them. Spike starts to wag his tail, making doggy noises in his excitement, but not so that
it could irritate his Master, only please him.
He drops the socks from his mouth, next to his Masters boots, panting with his tongue out.
Master then gets to his dog holding the steel bowl near his pup, "Does Spike want his
food ?" Spike barks, and begs upright, showing off his tit-rings proudly. Master puts
it down on the floor, with spike still maintaining position, afters some minuets, Master
signals his pup with a quick "OK".
The dog moves over, still with the irons on his wrists and ankles, and starts to feed.
Masters pays attention to the posture of his dog, "legs" he calls out.
Spike quickly moves his knees apart to expose is beautiful arse hole, his cock and balls.
His ball had the steel doughnut weight around them stretching them down, making them hang
doggy style. The Master looks at the dogs cock pointing outwards, and remembering how good
Rufus's cock looks with his PA in, or with a steel padlock in the his cock, as he extends
full control over his pup.
Spike glad of the attention wags he tail as he feeds, loving the sound of his Masters Dog
chain welded around his neck, the disk of which rattles against the steel dog's bowl, he
chases the bowl around the floor, trying to lick at the corners to get every bit out, as
he is real hungry, not having eaten since the morning.
When done, he attempts to clean his face with his tongue, then takes the shiny bowl over
to his Master in his teeth, his Master takes it and leaves it with the bowls that he real
dog uses, since the look much the same. He takes a cloth and wipes the face of Spike, and
takes his outside in the yard for his toilet.
Dogboy Spike wanders out, sniffs at the mound that Rufus left earlier that day, and then
cocks his leg pisses there. Spike tries to shit but with his Master watching he finds it
hard, the Master disappears for a moment and Spike pushes, then he sees his master holding
a douching rod and a hose, Spike pushes down real hard now, as his Master connects the
hose to the garden Cold water supply, and starts to strap his had with the rod, like a cop
might do with a truncheon.
Too late, Master clicks his fingers loudly and points to a spot on the ground in front of
him, spike has not choice but to comply, he moves in front. "Down" orders his
Master, knowing what is to come, Spike, rests his chin on the grass, pushing his arse up
high, legs apart.
His Masters then lightly lubes the rod, and inserts it into the boys arse, he lets a jet
of cold water run into dogboys arse, Spike yelps (music to his Masters ears), as he fills
up Spikes arse, soon it becomes real painful for him, and then he removes it.
"You have to keep that in there for 20 minuets, or I will whips
the reminder of it out of your arse".
Spike starts to shake, Master leads him to the mound that Rufus left, and drove a
spike through the collar, tethering the dog there, so all he could smell was Rufus, his
wrist irons were such that he could barely touch his cock, except for the merest touch on
its swelling length, he was unable to free himself, nor protect himself should he fail to
control his arse. His Master walking inside, leaving Spike outside, Vulnerable to passing
circumstances, a nosy neighbour, Masters real dog, anything...
The poor dog waits, shaking, his arse, straining, he tries his best, but the minuets seem
like hours, he looks to see if his Masters returns for him, he whines, whimpers, and
starts to howl, pleading for his Masters return. He cannot see that his Master is near by,
watching and enjoying the torment of his hound, he masters gaze is fixed on the plight of
the dog, the twitching of the dogs anus, the emerging wetness. The dog now feels too that
his is loosing control, against his best efforts to obey his Master.
He Masters now pulls the leather belt free of his Rubber jeans.
"Fucking Disobey me would you"
He lashes out with the belt at the same time, across Spikes arse, the sudden fierceness of
the pin, and Spike contracts, emptying is arse in a spasm. His Masters continues, whipping
the boys body.
"You gonna learn never to disobey you Master"
Some of the shit hits his Masters boots, which gets him real Mad.
"You filthy mutt, look what you have done"
He moves in front of Spike, and places his boot in front of his face.
"What you going to do about it!"
Spike tries to lick it off, but the chain is tight on his neck, he whimpers and whines,
trying real hard to please his owner, stretching though the chain almost causes him to
black out he removes the dirt, as best he can, then looks up for forgiveness.
"That's better, you dirty Bitch"
he then gets the hose, and starts to hose spike down. "Your
Bitch cunt now empty, pussy boy"
With a final push it was, as his Master continues with the hose. "Woof"
Master cleans the dog off, then frees his neck. "Sake yourself
dry boy"
The Masters then leads him into the house, where warmth caresses his body.
"Your not going to delay next time are you"
"Woof - No Sir"
Rufus was waiting by the back door, for his fellow dog's return, and waiting for his
Master. He then makes space on his dog blanket for Spike, where his body had warmed a
patch. Rufus, obediently rests his forehead on the ground at his masters feet, tilting his
head, hoping for a tickle. "OK Pup" Rufus moves his head so that his nose is
buries his head into the jeans, smelling the rubber, licking off any of the dirt that
Spike may have cause, as his Master stokes him.
"Good boy, now go and keep Spike warm"
Rufus, goes over to the dog blanket, and curls up, his hard-on obvious, so that much of
his body touches Spike, but knowing that unauthorised sexual contact is punished with
cruel severity, gently presses his warm hard cock against Spike, allowing the wetness on
its end to leave a trace on Spike should he wish to lick it off later. Master then walks
off to the car placing the two dog cages in the back of the truck, ready for the trip to
the farm...} |
