The following story is based on several real life experiences that I put together into one story with some embellishments thanks to all the suggestions I got after the first installment. Although it isn't mentioned explicitly, we used condoms and encourage you to do the same---always!
--- Master's second dog 2: At home
My Master led me back to his SUV on the parking lot. I was still buck naked. Whereas Master's dog jumped onto the seat next to Master, I had to kneel in front of Master's dog on the floor of the driver's cabin. When we drove off, I wanted to know whether I could ask a question:
"Go ahead, boy! But ask carefully!"
"Sir, what about my overall, sir?"
"Trust me! Where you go, you won't need clothing..." he chuckled.
After a short while we stopped in front of a house and he told me to leave the car and go to the side door of the house. I was a little afraid, because there were other houses around and my nakedness was very visible under the street light. I did understand though that I was not allowed to enter my Master's house through the front door. When I could finally go inside, my Master led me to the living room and made me kneel on the floor with my hands cuffed behind me while he fed and watered his Master-Dog and started to do some cooking. After that, he put a dog bowl with water on the floor in front of me and made me drink. It was rather difficult to slap up all the water from the bowl. Fortunately, I was thirsty enough.
My Master set down on the sofa. It looked as if Master-Dog wanted to sit next to him. Master rolled out a rug on the sofa and Master-Dog jumped onto it.
"You see: Furniture is off-limits for my dogs. But you'll get your personal rug on which you may lie, if Master-Dog lets you. His wishes always get priority!"
After a while, my Master returned to the kitchen followed by Master-Dog. It smelled very good and I got hungry. I saw that my Master had prepared a steak with carrots and potatoes. When he cut the steak in a larger and a smaller part, I really got excited, but to my disappointment, the cut-off part of the steak was for Master-Dog. My Master returned with his plate to the living room, rolled out a latex rug on the sofa next to him and made me crawl up on it. I had to lie on my back with my head on his lap. He started eating and from time to time fed me with a carrot or a potato. He explained that the steak was for Masters only. When the main course was finished he made me lick his fingers first, then turn around, open his trousers with my teeth and lick his cock and balls.
After dinner (I was still licking at my "dessert"), my Master phoned a friend of his and switched the loudspeaker on so that I could overhear the conversation. He told his friend that he had got a new slave. His friend suggested that my Master should slap my ass as a non-verbal "hello" on his behalf and was rather pleased to hear me moan in reaction.
With a finger in my hole, my Master said: "You'll appreciate how tight the bitch is..., I have a finger up its hole right now..."
"Add a second finger for me and make the bitch moan..." came from the other end of the phone line, and in spite of what I had in my mouth I couldn't help moaning quite a lot. Fortunately, I was still well lubed.
My Master told his friend that I would stay for the weekend and that the other man and his partner should come around the following afternoon to have some fun with me. My Master would train me more the next morning. I was relieved to hear that the training wouldn't continue tonight. My Master must have sensed my relief, and added that I was looking forward to a punishment session later that evening.
"Was the bitch that bad?" asked my Master's friend.
"No, not really..." (My Master patted me on the head.) "But you know: slaves need punishment from time to time... It's a good reminder."
They said good-bye, I got another good-bye slap on my ass and had to thank my Master's friend for his interest.
After the telephone call I asked for my Master's permission to speak which was granted with another slap on my sorry ass. I told my Master that I had to pee. Of course, slave-dogs weren't allowed to use a toilet, so my Master led both his dogs into the garden and, holding my penis, he ordered me to relieve myself. Unfortunately, I'm rather pee-shy, and even when my Master began to message my bladder, it just didn't work. Watching Master-Dog pee didn't help either.
"OK! I leave my dogs alone! As a punishment the bitch will piss on its own body, then wipe it off on the grass and come back inside." After this very explicit order, my Master left me alone in the presence of Master-Dog who didn't take much interest in what I was doing, so I managed to do as I was told. I felt rather dirty when I entered the house once again. My Master led me to the showers, took off my collar, and washed me. Although he was rather rough, I enjoyed his hands all over my body. Then he shaved my balls and ass crack. Actually, I had shaved them before I left home, but obviously not good enough. When he dried my body with a huge towel, he explained that he wanted me clean and sheared for my punishment. My Master covered my eyes with a blindfold, put the collar back on and led me to another room. I couldn't see the room, but felt that it must be rather small, some storage room or the like. I had to kneel there in front of my Master, Judge, and Punisher and had to confess my sins: my lack of respect towards my Master and his other dog, my superior feelings towards the latter, and my unwillingness to submit. The sentence was straightforward: I was to be spanked and a butt plug was to be inserted in my ass for at least two hours. This didn't seem too cruel, but after 15 blows on my already sore ass, I was begging for mercy, and my Master stopped after another 5. Unfortunately, the impalement wasn't really a relief. The fact that I couldn't see the plug was adding to my uneasiness.
After the plug was inserted, my Master guided me back to the living room and made me sit on the plug on my rug while he watched TV. With my blindfold on, I didn't really enjoy the show and concentrated on my repentance. Every now and then, my Master grabbed the plug in my ass and played with it as a sort of reminder that kept me hard. Even Master-Dog took advantage of my vulnerable position, since I felt a cold snout exploring my body.
I hoped that my Master would make me cum before bed-time, since I was very excited and feared that I wouldn't sleep at all. My fears were unfounded. About two hours later (I actually had lost track of the time) my Master took out the plug and had me ride on his dick instead. It is usually quite difficult for me to get a dick up my ass and sit on it, but after the training with the plug it was rather easy. He had me move up and down on his shaft and started to rub mine. I sensed the nakedness of his strong body and it didn't take much time before we both started moaning. I felt his cock hit the magic point within me and a warm feeling flooded my bowels. I got more and more excited. My Master's cock expanded as it began to unload. I shuddered and shot my unworthy slave seed, without bothering where it went. Some of it must have landed on my Master's chest, because he made me lick it clean and explore his gorgeous body with my tongue.
When my Master returned from the bathroom, he took off my blindfold and for the first time I could see his naked body in its full splendor. From my kneeling position he looked overwhelmingly strong with his well defined muscles and six-pack abs, and even his other dog seemed to be rather huge. He led his dogs to some sort of dog's kennel where we were put up for the night, both attached to a hook on the wall. I kissed my Master's dick good-night and got under the covers. I thought I was too excited, but fell asleep very quickly, looking forward to another day of excitement.
Thanks for reading! If you send me some suggestions on how to continue, I will try and write a fictional sequel. Please, write to lionel AT gaylook DOT com. You can also contact me on gayromeo.com under the nick: lionel-bln.