BRIAN'S AMAZINGLY FAST TRANSFORMATION
Chapter 14
by Donny Mumford
Walking to the car I asked one more time, "Please, please, please Michael, may I please have just one cigarette? I mean, come on, with this shocking news I really need a hit of nicotine." Mikey actually reached up and smacked my face, saying, "I already said 'no!' and that's what I mean!" I'm pouting now, my head down, shoulders slumped... he won't let me do anything! Not that I dare complain anymore about that. Getting in the car, Mikey flicks his cigarette butt towards the gutter, saying, "I've got to take a stronger hand with you, Brian... you're weak and need direction. It'll be easier doing that when we live with the Knights." I frown, acting like a nine year old, but he can be so hard on me. Oh well, it's for the best, I guess. He's looking out for my long term interest. Anyway, as I get in the car and stare at Mikey I feel kinda important because he's taken such an interest in me. Then I get this feeling of love for him... it's crazy, my emotions are all over the place, and no wonder considering everything that's happened today. The demonstration Junior put on in front of all those BDSM guys went pretty well even though I got stressed out a couple of times doing my part of it. At one point Bart strapped of my ass till I was bawling like a baby, but then he did make up for it later with a fantastic fuck of that same ass he'd just whipped. I learned something though, the pain in my penis from the biting teeth of my chastity device taught me how to incorporate pain with the thrilling pleasure of being fucked by a monstrous cock, and how it can often double the pleasure. Not too many people know that. The second time Bart fucked me was in the locker room when we were alone, he added a hard spanking on my ass and as the pain increased so did the thrilling sexual high, and what a great orgasm that was! Wow! Bart's become like my main dawg-dude for fucking. Brett's really good, and Mikey's awesome, but Bart takes it to a whole other level. So I got that going for me.
Mikey says, "What the fucks wrong with you?" I look over meekly, a quizzical frown on my face, and he slaps my arm, saying, "Ya just drove past the cut-off, stupid! We're picking up Ben... he's coming over again tonight, remember?" I go, "Oh yeah, sir... I forgot. Sorry." Mikey gets sideways in his seat, real serious like, and says, "Ya gotta stop saying your sorry all the time. You seem to think you can be an air-head and a fuck-up, and then you say you're sorry, as if that takes care of everything. What ya really need to do instead is get stuff right in the first place so saying your sorry isn't necessary." I'm nodding my head in agreement, my eyes on the road, as Mikey adds, "I've got my own life to live too, ya know... I can't be baby-sitting you forever!" Then he's quiet for a minute, takes a deep breath and goes, "I'm in a pissed-off mood because I found out a while ago that Ben's father got transferred and he'll be leaving for good. We had a thing going there and I hate to see him go." Trying to say something positive, I go, "That's terrible, but ya still got Brett and me." He mutters, "Brett's cool, but I don't get a chance to see him except twice a week and he's always busy with something... it's not like Ben, and Brett isn't into ropes like Ben." I'm thinking how I can do without the rope deal myself, but I don;t say it. Mikey lights another cigarette, mumbling, "I'll ask Brett if I can come in every day, that'll help." Then he gives me a friendly pat on my thigh, turns forward in the seat, and mumbles, almost to himself, "I'll get you to a safe place and then your owner can worry about you, and I can worry more about me." I ask, "Owner? Hey, aren't I going back to college..." Mikey gives me a stern look now, like I said something wrong, so I add the word, "Sir." Without answering my college question, he takes a drag of his cigarette, we never used to smoke in the car but now Mikey knows Ben's gonna light up, so what's the dif? Inhaling, then blowing the exhale in my face, he says, "Oh yeah, I gotta talk to you about that too. You and college, hmmm...
well, that's another thing mom and I discussed, and the bottom line is this: your college days are over, you're not gonna need a college education anyway." My mouth drops open, then I'm like, "Mom doesn't think I need a college degree?" My little brother blows some more smoke in my direction, and says, "Yeah, well I explained to mom how you're adopting a more communal life style, sorta like the hippies in the sixties." I exclaim, "What?!" and Mikey lowers his voice, and says, "Think about it, Brian... do you want to give up being submissive, and all the sex that goes with it?" I go, "I'm brainwashed, Mikey, when it wears off I'll be my old self." He smacks the back of my head, then does it again, and I whine, "Hey... don't..." Mikey says, "What did you call me?" and I realize I slipped again, and go, "Sorry, I said, Mikey, by mistake." He goes, how do you correctly address me? I mumble, "Either by calling you Michael, or sir." He mutters, "Don't you forget it, buster!" I wait a second, then say, "Sir, what about me being brainwashed?" and he laughs, "What a crock of shit that it! You're not brainwashed, you've actually learned to like this stuff on your own." Then he does more laughing, real laughing, and he's not being mean or sarcastic about it either he sincerely thinks it's silly about the brainwashing and he always has. Done laughing, Mikey says, "Hey, don't worry... I like this sexy stuff too. It's just we have different roles to play in it, that's all. Go with the flow, big brother."
Can it be true what he said: I really like all this bizarre treatment, and no brainwashing? Maybe he's right, not about there being no brainwashing 'cause there most certainly is a lot of that, but about me really and truly being trained to actually like this treatment. I don't mean every humiliating exercise they put me through, I mean the end result... overall, I do like it, a lot! That gets me thinking of all the things I've learned about my sexual side. I do love getting fucked... oh hell, now I love almost any kind of contact with another male. Wait a minute; that's not true, not just any male, I wouldn't do anything with 'gramps' unless forced to, and if forced to, I wouldn't enjoy it. But guys my own age or younger, count me in. Mikey's right, I've come to love it, and I don't want to change back either. He's so much smarter than me. It's taken mere weeks, a couple of months, to transform me into a different person, a better person, and like my little brother says, I'm going to go with the flow and see where it takes me... and I intend enjoying myself along the way. I look at Mikey with love in my heart, and say quietly, "Thanks for helping me see the light, Michael. I love you so much!" He rolls his eyes, mumbling, "Please! I'm gonna hurl!" then to me, "Shut up and drive!" He's so awesome!!!
After blowing the horn at the curb outside Ben's house, without results, Mikey sends me up to ring the front doorbell. Ben comes right out, pulling up his zipper, muttering, "Are you stupid, or what? I was taking a piss when you blew the horn; ya can't give me a minute? Ya blow your horn and ya think I magically appear instantly?" Pointing vaguely at the car, I mumble, "He told me..." and Ben grabs my nuts which are hanging halfway down my thigh, and squeezes with a smirk on his face. I'm soon making a sound in my throat like air pouring out of a punctured tire. The five foot, pint size demon says, "Don't you dare talk back to be! Lean down!" and when I bend forward he slaps my face hard, then says, "Light me a cigarette and keep your mouth shut!" That seems a unanimous opinion; that I should keep my mouth shut, so I'm gonna try doing that. Ever since Ben's made me carry his cigarettes for him, Mikey's been making me carry his too; it's a double whammy... one, the indignation of being Mikey's flunky, and two, the torture of carry cigarettes in my pocket without being allowed to smoke. Since Ben's smoked all his, I light one of Mikey's cigarettes, take a deep inhale,then pass it to Ben who points to his lips, so I place it between his lips. We're walking down his front steps as he's pulling his really long blond hair back; then, stopping on the steps, he hands me an elastic band and, talking around the cigarette, says, "Tie my ponytail back tight, get the rubber band as close to my scalp as possible." I'm fumbling with that, his hair's silky, but again has a dirty-hair odor to it. I'm pulling hard on his ponytail, getting the elastic close to his scalp, thinking how odd it is to feel head hair again. Ben goes, "That's good! You can do something good anyway. Ya know what, I gonna have you shampoo my hair tonight." I go, "Oh, um... okay, I guess," but he's down the steps and didn't hear my response. He wasn't asking me to shampoo his hair anyway, he was telling me. I get in the back seat as Ben gets in the drivers side and adjust the seat way up close to the steering wheel. Then he wiggles his forefinger for Mikey to lean over and the two of them do a wild tongue in the mouth kiss right in front of Ben's house. After a juicy kiss, Ben smacks Mikey's head and yells at him for getting the short buzzcut that Brett ordered him to get. Mikey can't bring himself to say he was made to get it cut this way so instead he goes on this long harangue about how he likes buzz cuts now. Ben goes, "Bullshit! One of those Knight boys made you do it. I would have liked to meet these dudes, but my old man gets transferred and fucks up...." and I don't hear the rest because Ben's driving is just as terrible as last time and his sentence is cut short when he rear-ends the car in front of us. The car had stopped at a crosswalk to let some kids cross the street, as required by law. Ben's screaming, "Asshole! Ya don't stop in the middle of the fucking street!" The other car pulls over, Ben tells us, "You two stay put, I'll handle this dipshit," and he jumps out to join the other driver who's looking at the his car's bumper. A minute later he's back in the car, "There's no real damage there, I gave him your phone number though... ya know, in case some shows up later."
After two more close calls, we make it to the seven/eleven store where Ben says, "Worm, go in there and buy me a pack of Salem cigarettes. I'll catch ya later with the money, forgot my wallet." I blow out a lot of air, disgusted at how much money I'm spending lately buying pizza and cigarettes for this little pisser, and then there's all the expense of Happy Tails Groming. Resigned, I get out of the car, saying nothing, which keeps me out of trouble. Ben goes, "I'm not smoking those cancer sticks your brother smokes." I buy the cigarettes and our next stop is Fung Foo's Chinese take out where I spend almost thirty dollars for our take out dinner. Brett says it's kind of a farewell dinner, although it's not certain when Ben's family is moving. I'm fucking broke now! Then, a drive to our apartment without further driving mishaps; Ben parks, taking two spots, and we climb out of the car. I'm carry the bag with the take-out food, naturally. Ben snaps his fingers for a cigarette and I fumble with everything lighting him one and slipping it between his fingers as he's walking. Mikey says, over his shoulder, "Light me one of mine, and don't take a big inhale like you did with Ben's!" So, both the boys are smoking as we go inside. I get out plates and soft drinks for dinner, then set up the cartons of food on the counter. The boys take what they want and I make a plate for myself from the leftovers. After eating everything Mikey tells me to clean up the kitchen, and while I'm quickly doing that Ben tells Mikey, "It's your turn to do the tying tonight, but I'm overriding that; I'll be moving soon so I'm gonna be doing the "mummy" tie on both of you." Mikey frowns, looking disappointed, but Ben don't give a shit about that. He says, "Hurry the fuck up with the clean-up, worm!" Two minutes later I'm done and we're all in the bedroom where Ben says, "You two get undressed, then you," pointing at Mikey, "get the ropes out, and you," pointing at me, "get the shampoo and conditioner, and whatever else you need to wash my hair." Just like that, Mikey and I hurriedly get naked as Ben goes back into the kitchen. I can see through the bedroom door, down the hall to the kitchen where he's opening the refrigerator to take out an open quart bottle of orange juice, and drinks from the bottle... then puts it back in the refrigerator, yelling down to us, "Get stiff, Mikey!" Mikey's standing up at a stiff 'attention' position, arms tight to his sides, when Ben get's back. Ben nods his approval, then takes the end of a fifty foot roll of cotton clothesline, and says, "Chin up!" Mikey lifts his chin and Ben starts looping the rope tight under his chin, overlapping the end to secure it, then round and round Mikey's neck to his shoulders, each loop tight with the previous one. At his shoulders the loops encompass his biceps, chest, and back which gets Mikey's cock half engorged with erectile fluids. It is kind of erotic to dominate a person so thoroughly; it's like you've turned your partner into your own personal mummy.
Meticulous loop after loop down past his nipples, and on down past his belly button. It all went amazingly fast considering how neatly Ben's encasing my brother in rope. When the loops approach Mikey's dick his bone is dripping and Mikey weakly, pathetically, says, "I'm gonna cum, Sir." Ben crosses the rope down just below Mikey's balls and begins the loops again at the top of the thighs, leaving his crotch and buttocks exposed. He says to Mikey, "Go ahead and cum if ya can, but I bet ya can't!" At that Ben gropes his own crotch; his cock tenting out the lap of his shorts. He's getting more and more turned-on the more he ties-up Mikey. Well, I say, "Ties-up Mikey" but this is way past just tying a person up; this in entombment! The loops go all the way down to the ankles at which point the end is tied off, and now Mikey's grunting with the effort to climax. I would think just keeping his balance would be taking all Mikey's efforts, but I guess they've done this many times and have learned how to stay balanced. Ben gets behind Mikey's mummified body and guides it to the floor. My brother can't even move his head, and can only small breathe with short panting breaths because expanding his chest is impossible. His cock is sticking straight up, away from his body. Ben puts his hands inside his pants and plays with himself for a minute, then says to me, "I usually let him suffer from needing to climax and not being able to, but this time I want to see you go down on him and suck him dry." I get right down on my knees, across from the mummy's boner. Ben says, "Don't swallow till I check the load! Go ahead, suck your baby brother's cock!" He don't need to tell me twice! I'm bending over, first to inhale a deep nose-full of Mikey's awesome crotch odor, then I slide my tongue down his boner and suck on it. Thirty seconds of Mikey moaning, and pleading me to suck harder, and he explodes a long stream of spunk in my mouth. Some goes down my throat but I catch a lot of that first big shot and pull my head up, mouth open, to show Ben. Mikey spurts another shot of cum that goes up about a foot and then splatters down on the rope making me wonder just how much cum has dries on this roll of rope. Ben peers in my mouth, then says, "Okay, swallow," and I do. Let me tell ya, my brother has the best tasting sperm ever! I go down on him again but most of his orgasm was shot with the first two blasts. I managed to slurp some drooling spurts down my throat while Mikey's making all kinds of distress sounds, then hummings sounds of pleasure when his orgasm settles down.
That was nice. Ben's tent in front of his pants has receded some as he takes off his sneakers, pulls off a sweat sock, and mumbles to Mikey, "I've heard enough girlie sighs from you to last me a while!" and he stuffs his sock in Mikey's mouth, then goes over to the small desk and gets a mostly used-up roll of duct tape to rip off six inches and tape across my brother's mouth. Let me tell ya folks, Ben's dirty hair odor is nothing compared to his foot odor; it's all I notice now, and it's probably all anyone in the neighborhood notices now as well. Looking at Mikey, while rubbing his bare foot across my brother's face, Ben says, "Good huh, how's that smell?" Mikey's nose twitches, his eyes shut tight, and a muttered squawk are his only reply. Smiling, then taking his foot away, Ben goes, "Okay, he ain't going nowhere. You," pointing at me, "will now wash my hair," and as he's pulling off his other sock, he goes, "and lets do my feet too. Did I ever tell ya I have a bit of a foot fetish?" I start to say something but he puts his forefinger to his lips, and goes, "Shhh! That was a rhetorical question, worm." I go, "Huh?" Ben's finished with Mikey for the time being; now it's like Mikey doesn't even exit. Stepping over him, Ben's pointing to the bathroom, saying, "Lets go!" Well, I'm not too thrilled about washing his hair to start with, but washing his smelly feet could get me puking so hard I won't be able to stop until death takes over. "Let's go, worm!" and I hustle into the bathroom, thinking, "I wish his old man got transferred yesterday" I wash his hair in the sink using a sixteen ounce cup to pour lots of water on it and then lots of shampoo. I start tentatively but soon get into it; truth is, I like doing subservient tasks for dominant boys... I don't know why, but it gives me an awesome buzzing in my balls. A buzzing like when I use the handheld shower head, at the hard stream setting, directed at my cock and balls... it's a rush! Soon I'm overdoing it, running my fingers through his long, soapy hair, then massaging his scalp with all my fingertips, and palming the bat-face boy's forehead, feeling very close to this five foot dynamo. Ben finally goes, "What the fuck are you doing? It's washed, already!" Mumbling, "Yes, sir," I begin pouring cup after cup of clean warm water through his hair until it's soap free, then I get to massage in conditioner, and then rinse that out. First towel drying; then, using a brush and a hairdryer I get it real dry and shiny. It's fun brushing his long hair; maybe I can be a shampoo boy at a hair salon. Hmmm, I'll ask Brett what he thinks. Ben's had enough, he pushes the brush away and says, "Get in the bathtub." I'm used to obeying, so I climb in, wondering, "What the fuck...?" but it's obvious; Ben sits on the edge of the tub, his feet dangling at the end of his short legs, "Wash these babies, I love foot action, so take your time doing it.
Turning on the water, I'm thinking, "Embrace the foot odor! Do it like you learned to enjoy the shit smell associated with rimming Brett." See, how my training helps me? The boys think of everything! I inhale maybe the grossest odor I've ever encountered, then do it a number of times until it's not so bad. Touching his damp foot is gross at first, but I get into it and soon I'm soaping and scrubbing his feet using my fingers first, and then a wash clothe. At one point, Ben admonishes me, "Your splashing the water too much; you'll get my shorts wet, dummy!" Fuck, I'm getting into this so much I got carried away. I say, "Sorry, sir," as I get my fingers in between his toes. It's fun, and to drag it out, I ask, "Should I trim your toenails, sir?" Ben's flush and aroused by the foot washing, so out of breath, he just nods his head 'yes' and takes in a lung-full of air. I use nail clippers, holding each foot in my lap and, with his heel resting against my dick, I finger each toe up straight and carefully cut each toenail, thinking of Molly cutting mine with those dog clippers. I don't cut Ben's down to the quick like Molly does mine, but make them pretty short. He begins hyperventilating when I'm halfway through his second foot pulls his foot away, fumbles his hard cock out of his pants and pulls my head over to take that big organ in my throat. I sucked it and gargled on it for less then a minute before Ben blew off an enormous load of spunk; a lot in my mouth, but some shoots in my face too. I don't know, it's just not nearly as tasty as my brother's. Ben's crazy aroused for a minute or so, slapping my face with his boner, then shoving it down my throat again, but his climax fades soon enough and he let me finish his toenail clipping.
After drying his feet he had me lay on the bathroom floor in the water that's splashed from the tub, and he put his feet on my face so I can suck his toes.
He never gets frenzied like earlier... it's more a soothing sexy thing for him. As for me, I can almost see how feet are sexy, but not quite. Finally, he orders me up on my feet, slaps my face and calls me a pervert, then takes me into the bedroom where Mikey lay inert near the bedroom door, like a rolled-up carpet. Ben ties me like a mummy, exactly like my brother's tied. Went my whole torso, minus my groin and buttocks, is tied loop after touching loop, I'm as stiff as a board. I can barely breath and I'm fighting off claustrophobia, although there's so much of it in my training it's getting easier and easier to handle. Ben stuffs his other sweat sock in my mouth, puts a strip of duct tape across it, and stores me against the wall. Actually, he laid me down and gave my body a good push with his foot and I rolled over and over till I bumped up against the wall, facing him. I could have ended up facing down, or facing the wall and I would have stayed wherever and however I ended up because I can't even budge a muscle. Ben took off his clothes then and crawled into Mikey's bed and went to sleep. It's pitch black outside before he woke up and stretched. He turns a light on and checks his mummies as both Mikey and me follow his every move with our eyes. Ben pulls my gag out, all stinking and slimy, then sits on me and feeds his dick into my mouth for the second time tonight. I suck it into a boner, he puts my gag back in and it's so yucky I almost lost it, then rolls me over so my face is against the floor, squats over me straddling my roped body, and fucks me hard for three or four minutes.
Grunting from the effort he pulls out of me and rolls Mikey over to fuck him till climax. There's a wet spot under me, but only precum 'cause he didn't fuck me long enough to get me to cum. Now, whistling, it's in the bathroom he goes, the shower comes on and ten minutes later he's getting dressed. Smirking at Mikey and me, he goes in the kitchen to take a couple more swigs from the orange juice container, then comes back to the bedroom to undo the catch at the back of Mikey's neck, the rope end he makes sure gets caught in the closed door as he leaves for good. The front door opens, then closes, then clicks locked.
Mikey needs to roll over away from the door to undo each loop of rope. Even when his arms are free he still needs to roll over for each individual loop of rope. It takes him all over the bedroom, rolling here and there... then here again. A half hour later, dizzy and sweating like a race horse, he's free.
My gag is still in my mouth so I can't even cheer. Mikey collapses on his bed breathing hard. After ten minutes or so, without even looking where I've been rolled, he goes in and, like Ben, takes a shower. That fucking self centered.... wait a minute... there I go again. The slightest thing that doesn't go my way I screaming in my head about poor me. The boys are right: I'm such a loser. I need to think positively, this kind of thing is eliminating my weakness for claustrophobia, right? And it's probably helping me with other stuff I can't think of right now.
Mikey went to bed after his shower, but he got up early enough to roll me all over the bedroom floor undoing my ropes. He drags me into the bathroom 'cause I can't move a muscle myself, and somehow flops me over the edge of the bathtub where I land with a thump at the bottom, then turns the water on hot and fills the tub until just my nose is out in the air. It took about a half hour before I was limber enough to assume the position for my morning spanking. Then I sucked my brother off and we went to the mall. It's Saturday and Mikey's letting me hang out with him and his friends. They're all talking about Ben moving out of state, some are glad others, like Mikey, are not. It's cool hanging with these boys except for the incredulous looks his fifteen year old friends give me when Mikey send me on errants, or does embarrassing stuff to me which humiliates me. The humiliation creates a lot of flop sweat which causes unfortunate body odor problems for me and the boys hold their noses behind my back... I see them reflected in the store's window displays, but still, I get to hang with my cool little brother so it's worth it. Then, on Sunday it's my day to clean the apartment, and I do mean all of it. Top to bottom, it's a hard eight or nine straight hours. Today it's even harder 'cause Mikey's doing a white glove inspection of the oven and broiler and he comes up with a blotch of something I missed. Wow, do I get spanked; I'm sure Mikey enjoys spanking me, but this was over the top. I survive though and I survived the entire week too although Mikey mopes about Ben moving. He also has a tough time with the large vibrating dildo that Mr. Knight ordered Brett to continue administering to Mikey. Brett spends a lot of time stretching Mikey's anus in preparation for this weekend when Mikey and me move in with the Knights, and Mikey, in the near future, will spend at least one night with the grandfather. Ben's family officially moved out on Wednesday and my brother is making a concerted effort to move on too. Brett's granted Mikey's wish to come to work Monday through Friday and Mikey's obviously throwing himself at Brett more every day. He's over compensating for the loss of his so-called straight bud, Ben. He's adopted this attitude that he's kind of flattered the grandfather's smitten with him... better him than me, that's all I gotta say. Mom's already quick her job and moved in with her boyfriend. She's putting the apartment furniture in storage for us boys when we have our own place; she won't need it. Her and that pompous dude she's marrying will be away on a trip to Europe for the next six weeks; I don't know when they're getting married but Mikey and me aren't invited anyway. It's something to do with the man's son who went to school with me; I was a bully and a prick to him, or some such shit like that, and he don't like me. Hey, I was a different person then.
I've no time to worry about things that happened back in high school anyway, that's a different world from the one I live in now. It's an exciting time now for me... I honestly can't wait to live with my idol Brett even though Mikey has his sights on Brett too, so I don't have any idea how much of the time I'll even be with Brett. Knowing my place, I don't ask questions, I follow orders... and I love it! This move to the Knight's house gets Mikey's mind off Ben although, in a weak moment, Mikey told me about the plans he and Ben had to introduce him to the Knights and try to get him into a program... it's not gonna happen now, but it would have been interesting. Anyway, all Mikey and I are allowed to bring with us is a duffel bag with only clothes, nothing else, except our cell phones, which I've been assigned to pay for each month... it pisses me off that I gotta pay for everything. Oh well, I won't need spending money at college now, since I'm not going; I won't be running up a huge debt either.
This makes so much sense! Knowing the restrictions on what we can bring with us, Ben took all the ropes and a satchel full of BDSM toys with him last time he was over so some boy somewhere is gonna get tied up like he can't believe, but it ain't gonna be me, thank god! While we packed our duffle bags Mikey gave me a lecture about going along with things when we get to the Knights, being open-minded about everything... get a little wild, and have some nutty fun. That's our motto, I follow my little brothers lead in everything now. As a farewell to the apartment Mikey gave me the spanking of my life and I was bawling like a baby before he was done slapping my ass and the back of my legs with paddles, belts, and a small cat o' nine tails, which is a multi-strand whipping implement that's like getting hit nine times with each slashing strike... I was screaming with that so Mikey duct taped my mouth open, if you can believe that. Ten strands of duct tape around my head. He left it like that when I drove us over to the Knight's house. People in other cars were astonished to see a person with his mouth duct taped open driving a car. It's disconcerting but I still drove a lot better than Ben. The Knights live in a middle class neighborhood not far from JB's wholesale club. The house is off the road and abuts a Stop & Shop parking lot at the back, wetlands to one side and a home with a "For Sale" sign on the other side. The boys probably did something to scare those people away. Ha ha ha! It's good to keep a sense of humor about stuff, but the boys probably really did scare the people away. The Knight's place is an old house, but well maintained. Junior and Brett met us at the front door and howled with laughter seeing what Mikey has done with the duct tape around my mouth. The laughing dissolved into the giggles, and I'm so sick of guys giggling at me, but I try to be a good sport about it.
The boys escorted us into the library where their father was waiting. He's real short, like the boys, but commands respect and is a very dominant man. The boys are obsequious around their father, and grandfather. It's good to see they respect their elders. Mr. Knight took one look at me and, without changing expression, says, "Take that off him right now! Don't be childish!" Mikey's shrinking down, trying to become invisible... he'd thought he'd be considered a hot-shit for humiliating me like this, and it worked with the Knight boys, but the father's a no nonsense type guy. I tried not to act like a victim as the tape is painfully unwound from my bald head... and thank god for the bald head when duct tape's involved. Tape off and me working my mouth, trying to get the saliva flowing again, Mr. Knight gives Mikey and me a lecture as we stand at the stiffest attention position I've ever been in. In a nutshell, the lecture is about how Mikey and me are totally under the control of the Knights, all of them. In addition, my positions the same: if no Knights are around, Mikey's in charge of me. Mr. Knight goes on to say, "There'll be some physical changes imposed immediately, meaning today. Junior and Brett will see that you're where you need to be, all you two need to do is follow orders and not act like babies. My father and I have taken other boys like you under our wing over the years and we've found it best to initiate changes right from the very start so you know your place, and these changes will remind you of 'your place' should you forget it in the future. There pain involved in the world of the living and you'll experience plenty of it here, but we've turned it into pleasure so embrace it with us. You'll both be disciplined regularly and we expect you'll respect our religious belief that humans need to share sex with each other often: it's all in the Bible if you know where to find it and are smart enough to interpret and read between the lines." Usually a lecture is followed by a question and answer period, this one is not. Mr. Knight turns to Junior, and says, "You and your brother get these boys where they need to be and see that my modifications are carried out exactly. Hey, pretty boy," and he points to Mikey, asking, "What's your name, son?" Mikey gulps and tries to tell him, but the first time just a squeak comes out so. The squeak is barely over when, almost too fast to see, Mr. Knight whips his hand around a smacks Mikey's face leaving a hand print on his cheeks. "I asked you a question!" Mikey manages to whine, "It's Michael Knight, sir!" Brett says, "Junior and I call him, Mikey." Mr. Knight stares at Mickey hard for almost a full minute, then says, "He's not to be presented to my father until his piercings heal. See to it boys!" and he strides out of the room allowing everyone to relax a little.
Mickey starts to ask, "piercing...?" Brett says, "Not now, just keep your trap shut! We got a lot to do today." First thing was eat lunch and it turns out the Knights are all vegetarians, ugh! I don't say anything but I'll be sneaking some cheeseburgers at work. After lunch the four of us drive to a seedy looking part of Salem, New Hampshire and park beside a trailer with a sign advertising, BODY PIERCING & TATTOO PARLOR. Oh boy! I'd like a tattoo and my ear pierced. Mom's always freaked-out about stuff like that. Mikey makes a face at me like, "This is cool!" Out of the car Junior pushes my back saying, "Get moving, college man!" and I stumble up the steps. Inside a musclebound man covered in tattoos is smoking a cigar, his fingers yellow with nicotine. He shaves his head and is almost as bald as me, a thick ring goes through the center cartilage of his nose, like they do with bulls, and there's a number of earrings and studs in both his ears. He's wearing too large dark blue jeans, a flannel shirt, and motorcycle boots on his feet. With a very gruff voice, he asks, "What the fuck do you kids want?" Junior's polite, but firm, "Please put out that cigar and treat us with respect, we'll do the same for you, sir." The man frowns, looking puzzled, his eyes switching from one of us to the other. "Oh, yeah," he says, "Arnold Knight's kids, right?" Junior nods his head with a slight grin on his lips, "That's correct, my good man. I believe you have your orders, and that you've already been paid, so please... let's get going here." The guy laughs with a phlegmy sound in his throat, like he needs to clear it, and says, "Well, I'll be gol-danded, ain't you something!" He's putting the cigar out in the ashtray while going through a drawer in a work table. "Here it is, yeah, it was a week ago Mr. Knight was in here settin' all this up. Which one of you is," and he looks at the paper, then back at us, "the pretty one?" Mikey raises his hand and the man says, "Well get over here boy, we'll start with you. You sure as shit are under-aged, but I got a consent form from your daddy, so get over here."
He coughs, spits in the trash can, then says, "My name's Austin Mystically, but you call me 'Toad' like everybody else does." Toad reads his instructions, then asks, "Which one a ya' is the brother, Brain?" I go, "It's Brian, not Brain," and he goes, "Okay, whatever you say. The two of you follow me," then to the Knight boys, he says, "Two hours, to be on the safe side." Junior waves, and says, "Okay, see ya then. Come on, Brett... well check out the Rockingham Mall since we're up here anyway." Mikey and I watch them go, then exchange glances, like, "Two hours?" then follow Toad into a room that's a little neater and cleaner looking then the front room. How many rooms can you fit in a trailer, I wonder? "Take off your shirt," he says to Mikey, who does it, giving me another quizzical look. "To keep ya from jerking or moving, 'cause I need a steady canvas, step inside this little canvas nook." Mikey steps inside a three-sided, curved, canvas opening which Toad maneuvers manually tightening it against Mikey's back, then he brings in the sides tight against Mikey, his arms at his sides. "Stay still just like that," Toad says nicely, and presses a button that causes a hissing sounds as the opening molds itself around the sides and back of my brother. "I can't move," Mikey says. "That's the idea, this piercing business has short, sharp pain associated with it, but then it's over. Ya know?" He's wiping Mikey's nipples with an alcohol sterile pad as Mikey's eyes get wide. Toad's very calm, saying, "Here, bite this leather rod," Mikey opens and bites on a ratty looking piece of stained leather without thinking, and Toad fastens a strap behind Mikey's head effectively creating a gag. We're used to gags! Taking a needle, Toad looks at me and asks, "Horizontal?" and not knowing what the fuck he's talking about, but fascinated by all this, I mutters, "Yeah," and he pushes a rather fat needle through the base of Mikey's nipple, straight across, as Mikey screams in pain around the half-ass gag. Toad slips a stainless steel ring through the pierced skin, telling me, "It takes from two to four months for a nipple piercing to completely heal. I'll give you a booklet of instructions." I asked, "Shouldn't you be wearing latex gloves or something. He laughs a phlegmy throat laugh, and pierces the other nipple. Mikey's eyes roll up in his head and he faints. Toad's inserting the other ring of stainless steel, saying, "See why I need the support devices? A'course I could do it with the customer lying down, but I ain't got the space." He's now doing something to stem the bleeding; Mikey's nipples looks swollen and very sore. I ask tentatively, "Are we both getting the same piercing?" He looks at the paper again and says, "No, you only get one." What a fucking relief! Probably an earring.
It takes a minute to satisfactorily stop the bleeding... and Mikey's still out. "I could give him smelling salts and wake him up, but why, right?" Another phlegm-filled laugh as he pierces one ear and then the other. In go studs, then a higher ear piercing for both, and two more studs. As he's doing a third piercing in each ear, he tells me, "This job, and your piercing, makes my week financially and it's only Saturday!" He turns around, then says, "My business weeks goes from Saturday to Friday," like I give a shit! Bloods running down Mikey's ears from the three earring piercing in each. Toad manages to stop the bleeding, then without hesitating pushes the needle through the cartilage separating Mikey's nostrils. "Not enough boys have rings through their nasal septum, I've had mine almost twenty years now." Why does he tell me these things? I'm feeling queasy as Mikey starts groaning, then his eyes open and he says, "What, where am..?" and Toad sticks the needle through Mikey's belly button, I go, "Whoa! That's gonna leave a mark." Around the gag, Mikey does a high pitch scream, most of which only canines can probably hear, and then passes out again. A ring goes through as Toad says to me, "Wrestle his pants down for me, will ya? I don't wanna get no child molestation accusations this week, ya know?" I'm like, "Huh?" Toad's got the belly button bleeding stopped, he says, "His shorts, pull down his shorts!" I'm so used to following orders I do as he says. Toad takes a look, chuckles, and says, "Hee hee... that's a baby dick alright! How old is your brother, anyway?" Jeez! He better not get a look at my one inch pecker! I mumble, "Fifteen, and that an average size penis." Toad goes, "Yeah, riiiight!" and pierces the scrotum down low, saying, "I'm not suppose to pierce his testicle." I go, "Ow!" and he says, "Your's neither!" and laughs. I mutter, "Thank god for that..." and he goes, "Pull up his pants if ya don't mind. That's all the piercing for him today." I pull up Mikey's pants and Toad mutters, "Help me sit him over in that easy chair... he can recover in comfort." He releases the support system and we get Mikey over to the chair.
He's coming around again, moaning with the pain as a puff of dust comes up when we plop Mikey in the chair. Toad says, "Let me double check! Yep, you only get one piercing and one tattoo. Ya need the support system or can you be a big boy and handle one piercing?" I'm scared shitless, but why humiliate myself, I ask, "Where's the piercing?" and he shocks me by saying, "Your tongue." Oh fuck! Why not an earring or two? I say, "Are you sure?" He goes, "Yep! Stick out your tongue," and when I do he grips it with a dry towel, douses it with a disinfectant and sticks a fat needle through, top to bottom, about and inch in from the tip. The pain is surreal and I can feel myself losing consciousness, but Toad's already inserted a mushroom sized stud, with a screw-on bottom clip and is helping me sit on the floor, my back against the wall, and my head hanging almost between my legs. Blood drools from my mouth.
The studs so heavy it's difficult to form words and the pain is still way the fuck up there! "Here, take this Percoset!" and I somehow swallow it with a sip from his Coke can: bloody, warm Coke... yuck! Toad pats my back, and says, "You'll be okay," and goes to check on Mikey, who's groaning and calling out like he's delirious.
Toad's trying to get Mikey to take a couple of pills, but Mikey's keeps pushing his hand away. Toad finally shouts, "Stop it!" and Mikey stiffens, open his eyes, and maybe remembers where he is. I want to encourage him to take the pills but my tongue won't work... it feels a tiny bit better now, especially if I let it hang out my mouth a little. Mikey sees me and his eyes clear a little; then, in a stupor, he takes the pills as Toad's saying, "There's a Percoset and a narcotic to knock you out for a bit." Mikey groans in pain, but three minutes later he appears to be peacefully sleeping. "Okay, big fella," he says to me, "Pull down your brother's pants for me again; I got me some tattooing to do." I struggle up feeling funny, the pain's subsiding as that pain relief pill is bitchin' effective, but maybe a tad too strong for me. "Yoes r' tatteroorings onu hsss asses?" I ask, meaning, " You're tattooing on his ass?" but the stud in my tongue's too heavy, preventing me from forming words! Toad's serious, not joking, when he says, "Sorry, Kid... I don't speak no foreign languages, just good ol' U, S, of A!" He's got Mikey situated over the arm of the chair, Mikey's face laying sideways in the seat, sorta in a coma. I pull his pants and underwear down, and Toad mumbles, "Thank ya kindly," and begins drawing on the inside of his right ass cheek, near his anus. I'm fascinated and watch as a mouse's head form's, then two-thirds of it's body, like it's scrabbling front legs seems to be trying to pull the rest of it's body out of Mikey's asshole. "It's what we call, in the business, a whimsical tat," Toad tells me. I nod my head, thinking, "What the fuck?" The tattoo isn't very large and takes maybe fort-five minutes to complete. By then the pain in my tongue's reduced to a manageable dull throbbing ache. Toad's pleased with the results of the tattoo, "That's a beauty, boy! Whaddaya think?" I go, "At's eelliyy somting!" He laughs, shaking his head, and says, "You got yourself quite a sense of humor there!" I'm trying to get my tongue to stay in my mouth, but when I open it, the tongue lulls out past my lips... fuck it! It feels better out there anyway. "Your turn Mr. Comedian. Take off your pants, and lay across the other arm of this big ol' armchair for me." Lately I find it hard not to do what someone tells me to do, so I take off my pants and lay where he wants me. I've always wanted a cool tattoo so I'm kinda interested, kinda excited, and a little nervous. He pulls down my jockey underwear so obviously I'm getting an ass tattoo also; definitely not my first choice by a long shot. It takes Toad an hour to finish mine and when he's done, he blots the blood and holds a mirror back there so that I can strain my neck and see the finished tattoo; it's a picture of a young cat with decorative letters spelling out, "My favorite pussy" That's just swell, but on the other hand, if Brett really means that... well, you know, it's kind of flattering!
Junior and Brett come for us a half hour later and they're very sweet; Brett wraps Mikey in a car blanket and half carries him out of the trailer and into the back seat of the car; then gets in with him whispering stuff to my brother... it makes me jealous. I'm sitting shotgun now, on one ass cheek; the other's too sore to sit on for obvious reasons. "You're the star for our next stop, Brian. Big changes for you." Now I'm nervous but my training prevents me from asking what I have in store for me... that, plus I can't talk anyway. I'll get used to this heavy tongue stud but for now it best to rest my tongue. Ten minutes later, Mikey's sleeping against Brett's shoulder, and we're at a veterinarian's office, Dr. Payne. Hmmm. Another enema, perhaps? Inside through a side door and down to the medical facilities' basement where a small operating room is lit and ready to go. "Have the patient strip and put on one of the hospital, Johnnies... open side in the back!" Dr. Payne is quit officious, or is he nervous? I get undressed and slip on a Johnny that barely reaches my bare ass. The doctor pats a table, saying, "Hop up on here," which I do, my tongue swinging as it hangs from my mouth. "Put a foot in each stirrup, please," I do and he buckles a strap around each ankle, then a long strap is tightly buckled just above my belly button, and another across my chest. I'd love to know what the fucks going on.... "First thing, we get rid of the chastity device forever, right?" the doctor asks Junior. Junior's like, "Yeah, I guess," and off it comes so I'm psyched about that! After removing that evil tooth thing, the doctor wastes no time; he picks-up one of those big injection needles my dentist sticks in my gum to numb it with Novocain. "Just a few little pinches so I can get some local anesthesia in the area," he says, and there follows about ten pricks around my dick and balls that hurt a lot more than 'little pinches' and I'm going, "Wyyy!" after each so-called pinch. Dr. Payne looks at me with a quizzical expression on his face, but the sound I'm making is as close to "OW!" as I can manage. My entire groin area is totally numb in a minute or two... dead numb, like it's not even there!
He's ready to go, but first a question: the doctor looks at Junior, and asks, "This is just a castration right, no penectomy?" Junior's like, "What that?" and, as the doctor takes a scalpel from a sterilized plastic bag, he says, "Removal of the penis?" and Junior laughs, then says, "Maybe another time, just geld him this time." Another chuckle as the doctor cuts down the middle of my long scrotum, then he mutters, "I should charge double... you boys got his scrotum so stretched!" Then he made a sound that he may think is a laugh or a chuckle. Sorta like a throat-clearing sound. Junior's confused at the sound too, he just goes, "Huh!" Another cut down the underside of my scrotum and then the word 'castration' finally explodes in my head... WHAT!! I try yo yell, but just a muffled, "Hufff?" came out. The doctor goes, "Shhh!" real nasty like, then, "I'm doing a eunuch operation here... stop with your ridiculous noises!" Now he does a play by play for Junior, at least he looks at Junior when he says each thing. "You see this, it's the spermatic cord. I dissect it, like this; then tie it off... you see? And now I can remove the smaller testis.
Here it is." My head's about to explode, as Junior goes, "Cool! I've seen this before though, a couple of times." The doctor says, "Yes, that's right, I remember you boys were with your grandfather last year." He goes, "Here's the other one! Both testicles are out and here," as he rustle another sterilized package, "are the steel ball-bearings, each one weighs a half pound; it won't stretch the scrotum a lot more, but the weight will keep them low, and swinging nicely." Junior's like, "Un huh," and soon the doctor's stitching up my scrotum. Why aren't I crying or carry on something awful? I don't know, but it's probably my training and brainwashing 'cause instead of being totally bullshit over this, I find it interesting. Also, no more squeezing my nuts! They've outsmarted themselves again. But no... they've done this to save me painful ball crunching forever. The Knight's must know what's best for me and that's who I'm staying with, right? Hell, they sorta own me actually. I just hope it doesn't hurt too much when the Novocain wears off.
Done with the suturing, the doctor asks, "How tight do you want the circumcism?" and Junior answers right away, "Extremely tight, as tight as you can make it.
We want a perpetual boner look." "Well that won't be hard with a penis this short, it'll stick straight out all the time," and he went to work. I don't feel a thing, total numbness! Didn't take long, the doctor is bandaging my penis up saying, "That's the tightest circumcism I've ever done, there's absolutely no foreskin left." Junior's checking his watch, "We about done, doc? I wanna catch the Red Sox playoff game, it starts in twenty minutes." "Yeah, we're done; here's the take home packet, instructions, pain and infection-prevent medication, cotton swabs, all the things you'll need." He's unbuckling the straps, saying to me, "Quite a change for you, young man. You'll be fine..." How the fuck does he know how fine I'll be... and another thing, why did they take me to a vet for this? Because it's illegal, right? Or it's without my written consent on something like that. Still, I'm shocked I'm not upset, but I'm not... I'm disappointed they didn't mention it first, but then, do you explain to your dog he's being neutered this afternoon? No, ya don't, and these boys and their parents thing of me like that. Hey, they're the ones taking care of me, I'm good with it. On the way to the car I'm walking bowlegged even though the chastity device has been removed. I'll probably walk this way for a while longer, until my procedures heal at least. The doctor told me to wear briefs and try not to have a real erection because that will be painful until it heals. Apparently being circumcised extremely tight like I've been will have the cock appear to be a boner even when it's not filled with erectile fluids; that should be a pleasant feeling for me. I'll still have orgasms, just very little spunk, and many castrated males develop a serene outlook on life. I can dig that... I'm good with everything. In the car Brett treats me like a hero, Junior tells him I only had one pussy moment early on, but I took it really well overall. Ya know, it's great hearing praise from those that mean the most to you!
The next few days were a true bitch for me; Mikey's sore, but I'm in serious pain. Lots of pain pills and lots of sleeping. All the Knights are being very nice to both Mikey and me, taking care of us. We wear only dog collars, but the house is warm so we're comfortable being naked. During our convalescing period we eat at the table with the four Knights, but soon I'll be eating all my meals from a doggy dish, going pee and poo poo in a big litter box, and generally living the life of a dog. That don't sound too bad considering all my food is prepared and given to me, I get to sleep most of the day, I've no worries or hard decisions to make because they're all made for me, no need to deal with the financial or political problems of the world, etc. etc. All I need to do is be happy to see my masters and do what I'm told, especially sexually, which I can't wait to be well enough to participate in again! Mikey is already spending time with grandfather Knight and, because he wants to get his mind off Ben, Mikey's determined to enjoy himself. So far they've gotten along perfectly, except in one area... the old guy likes to fix Mikey up like a girl at times. You know, put make-up on jim, pluck his eyebrows, and dress him in girl's clothes; clothes that maybe a nine year old girl would wear. It's kinda cute and Mikey's certainly getting right into, but it's not the kind of thing I'd especially go for. Now it's been three weeks since my medical procedures and everything's coming along pretty well, my castration and tight circumcision are not completely healed, but my ass tattoo, featuring the pussy reference, is pretty much healed. Brett tested my pussy this morning; he fucked me hard and long which brought on a lot of pain in my circumcised penis. The hell with the pain, Brett turns me on something awful, ya know, and as my tiny cock swelled in size, and stretched some, the still tender circumcised area was a hotbed of pain. I've absolutely no foreskin left so that's why I say circumcised 'area'. My two inch cock sticks straight out from my groin looking mostly like just a dark red cock head. My ball-bearing nuts swing free and easy, and look cool, but produced no spunk just some discharge from my prostate... and that felt good.
Anyway, the test run on my pussy was pronounced a success and Mikey was next to give me a hot fuck; it was right after lunch. Then, just before dinner Mr. Knight surprised me by finger fucking me, then driving maybe the biggest cock in the world up my ass and fucking me for a solid twenty minutes before blowing more spunk up my ass than Mikey and Brett did combined. It's still drooling out of me ten minutes after dinner; Brett's making me sit on the floor on old newspapers.
TWO MONTHS LATER
What a life; it's awesome. My anus is constantly swollen from all the action I get every day. The Knights have weekly dawg play parties where other groups bring their transformed dawgs to the house and we all romp around smelling assholes and licking our balls... then fucking like crazy! Well, I don't do the fucking, I get fucked... a lot! Ha! I haven't had my arms and legs tied up since being castrated, but there was another medical procedure I went through where one end of a six inch elastic cord was screwed into the bone in my calf and the other end screwed into the bone of my thigh so I can't stand up and am forced to always get around on all fours. It's better than the old tie up of my arms and legs which meant I was forced to walk on the front, tender part of my knees, and of course my elbows. Now it's the regular way we all did it prior to our toddler years. Sometimes Brett will whip my ass with a cat o' nine tails, to get my attention, then he'll order me to mimic the old way of walking on all fours and I'll put my wrists against my shoulders and the heels of my feet against my buttocks and run around lot that which gets everyone laughing and calling me a freak... like that. It makes me feel like the center of attention.
Last week I was at the tattoo/piercing trailer again and another heavy stud was inserted near the tip of my tongue so I can't really speak at all, not that I need to anyway. Half the dawgs that come to playtime have the same studs in their tongues. Our tongues are always handing out although we use them for lapping food and drink from our bowls; doing that strengthens and enlarges the tongue muscles greatly; exercise will enlarge and strengthen any muscle. So, what I'm saying is, we can work our tongues, we just choose not to; we like the look of our tongues hanging out of our mouths... it's a peer pressure thing mostly. Mikey sits on a little stool next to gramps for meals, a dog collar and leash his only wearing apparel, and gramps feeds him. Mikey keeps his hands behind him with a finger from each hand up his ass so it's distended slightly for gramp's after dinner fuck. I'm on the floor, but no one feeds us dogs from the table. We get the left overs after dinner, but that doesn't keep me from bumping my head gently against my master's leg, hoping for a morsel. Brett will pet me absently and once in a while sneak me a piece of roast beef or something.
It's mostly a game we play.
Two weeks ago Bart, the huge dawg that Junior trained and exhibited that time in front of the audience of fellow BDSM groups, finished his transformation.
Junior somehow got Bart fired from his student teachers job and it psychologically damaged Bart to the degree he retreated from that life and embraced the dawg's life... same as me, only I was never psychologically damaged; I was brainwashed. One's the same as the other. Anyway, he's my favorite sex partner of all times. He's totally covered in hair now and I'm still hairless, although I'm taken to Happy Tails grooming once a month to have the fine hairs that still grow-in here and there on my body shaved and Naired; each month there's less hairs to shave and Nair. So, me being hairless, I love the feel of Bart's long lair surrounding my naked body when he's fucking me. He'll wrestle me around sometimes until I'm on my back, then he'll lay on me and I'll suck his big cock with his pubic hairs encasing my face. When he drags his cock away and his asshole ends up against my lips I'll rim him for half an hour.
Bart has as much ass hair as I used to have on my head, which is cool except sometimes fetal matter gets caught in the long hairs and that's not so cool.
Dingleberries are one thing but shit-matted ass-hair is a tad over the top, if ya know what I mean. Everything is mostly sexy with Bart, but it's the fucking that I look forward to the most; nobody does it as good as him. Neither of us speak now 'cause his tongue's as weighted down as mine, but we have a grunting language all our own, so that works for us. When Barts over for a playtime we'll eat from the same doggie bowl and hang out totally together. Occasionally Mikey will tie Bart and me together, Bart's left thigh to my right one, and same for the arms; then he'll whip us and watch up try to get away, all for the amusement of his his master, gramps. Gramps puts Mikey up to some mischievous things that usually are painful to one dawg or another, and Mikey kind of uses that as a way to let off steam about what gramps makes him do in bed. I used to walk bowlegged when I was wearing that chastity ring of teeth, well now Mikey walks bowlegged all the time 'cause his ass is always chafed and swollen from being fucked constantly by that old man who's sexual appetite is that of a sixteen year old horn-job. Not that Mikey complains. Just the other night Mr. Knight, the boys' father, said I was the fastest transformation he'd ever seen, and Mikey was second fastest although Mikey's was just a transformation to a slave boy, where mine was a more dramatic transforming to a dawg's life. The father gave Junior credit but I think that's so unfair because my real master was Brett, and even my brother, Mikey, did more of my training than Junior. But, Junior gets the credit... frankly, I should get a drop of credit too, but nooooo, us dawgs never get credit for anything. Well, that's so unfair of me 'cause I get doggie treats when I fetch or obey my master, so that's something.
The big news today, overheard as I was eating Kibbles & Bits brand dog food from my bowl at breakfast: both Brett and Junior have new boy-toys, and they're broken-in already. The age and description of the boys wasn't discussed, but what was discussed was how ready me and Bart are to be transferred, which I know means sold. Brett won't have the time to spend with me, same for Junior with Bart, so we're expendable. Gramps said, "No fucking way are you selling my pet! Mikey stays with me!" After giving it some thought I decided I'm not really gonna miss Mikey all that much. I know I won't miss the spanking and whippings Gramps is always instigating Mikey to do on my bare ass! No, I'm ready to move on. Taking my time lapping my water dish, I heard Mr. Knight discussing a buyer from the internet who's interested in both Bart and me. It would be awesome if Bart and I stay together and it seems like it'd going to happen. The buyer's a biker, member of a motorcycle gang who lives in the woods of New Hampshire with two brothers; they're triplets, about fifty years old, straight boys who are planning to get married, but haven't gotten around to it yet. They had a dawg for seven years who they adored, but he ran off a month ago and they need to replace him because the brothers relieve their sexual needs with their dawg, and according to Mr, Knight the triplets are kinda like gramps... extremely sexual fellas, which might have something to do with their other dawg running off, and hence two dawgs this time. Wait a sec... Mr. Knight just got a text message from one of the biker triplets and they've confirmed the purchase. Pictures of Bart and me in various sexual situation were apparently emailed to the New Hampshire bikers and that was the selling point... we're moving on up in the world! Can't wait to grunt this news to Bart later today, I'm damn excited. Looks like I lucked out again!
THE END
Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com You guys started out strong supporting the story, a story I thought would be three or four chapters at most (and therefore the title "the amazingly fast etc.. ") anyway, it's obvious you guys have had enough of this story, I go by the feedback, and truly I have absolutely no hard feelings, you're done with a series... move on. I get it. It was fun tried trying this authoritarian category and I think I did an okay job, and goddammit, ha ha ha... please believe me... I am not begging for reassurance. I'm done. Thanks!