Tales From The Dungeon

The first two days of the kidnapping had been a horror for Ricky. Master Sebastian had tortured him and he hated ever second of it. The worst was not knowing whether he would ever get out of it alive or not.

But here he was a week later wanting to go back. He found himself unable to concentrate on his work. Ricky was unable to psych himself up for his swim training. The coach began to scream and yell at him when he showed up at the pool on Monday. But for the first time since he had begun training for the Olympics he found the courage to tell the coach where to get off.

He smiled to himself as he remembered the look on the coach's face when he said:

"Go fuck yourself! I don't need this shit any longer."

The coach had turned every shade of red it is possible for a human being to turn. Ricky didn't give a shit; he just turned and walked out of the Coach's office and made a point of slamming the door on his way.

He went to his locker and began to throw all his things into his backpack. Ricky intended on walking out the door and not coming back. The thing Ricky hadn't realized up to that point was just how valuable he had been to the swim team. He found out pretty quick.

He had only just begun to throw his things in the backpack when the Coach was at his side.

"Ricky," the Coach said in a much more reasonable tone, "I am sorry for yelling, come on back to the office and let's discuss this calmly."

Ricky turned and looked at this man he once admired.

"For the past couple of years you have been riding my ass unmercifully. Well I have had enough. I want to swim and I want to represent the US in the Olympics but I am not willing to put up with being treated like a door mat." Ricky said in a calm voice.

"I'll go back to your office and talk with you man to man, but the moment you start yelling I am out of here for good."

Ricky surprised even himself. Where the hell did he get the courage to say that to the Coach?

The Coach looked at Ricky with new admiration. He had never known the boy to ever talk back to anyone. What the hell happened during the weekend that could have caused such a change, he wondered.

"Come on Ricky." He said. "No yelling, just man talk."

Well Ricky agreed to stay on the team but he made it plain he would no longer accept being treated like dirt. He was even more surprised when the Coach apologized for past behaviour and promised it would never happen again.

But even so Ricky's heart was not in the practices during the week. Oh he went and he did what he always did, no one, not even the Coach noticed that his mind was a million miles away. Well not really a million miles away, it was on The Dungeon.

In the evenings he would go home lie down on his bed and relive those two days he spent in The Dungeon with Masters'. He had never known that a man could feel so good from being placed in bondage and used by others for their own pleasure. He only knew that he wanted to experience it again.

By Friday Ricky could not deny himself any longer. He picked up the phone and dialled, 1Z1-5Z4-3498.

On the third ring the phone was answered:

"Yes."

"Ricky Doolittle calling, I want to play again."

Ricky hung up the phone as he had been instructed. Ten minutes later his phone rang.

"Hello."

"Go to the same warehouse where you were dropped off last week. Flash your headlights three times at the door and it will open. Drive into the warehouse and park you car outside the same office. Go in, strip naked, sit in the chair and put on the Golden Mask." Then the line went dead.

Without a second thought Ricky pulled the leather case that held the Golden Mask out from under his bed. Twenty minutes later he was walking into the same little office in the warehouse where he had been dropped off last weekend.

Ricky quickly followed the instructions he had been given and a few minutes later he was sitting in the chair, naked except for the Golden Mask that was now locked on his head. The shutters were closed but mercifully the cock gag did not try to push down his throat this time.

Ricky was unsure how long he sat in that chair before a voice suddenly spoke in his ear.

"Stand up, boy."

Startled by the suddenness of it Ricky involuntarily jerked up in his chair.

"I said, stand up, boy." The voice said again only this time it had a tone of irritation.

Ricky immediately got to his feet.

"Now stand perfectly still while we dress you."

Ricky did not recognize the voice as being any of the men he had met the previous weekend.

"Lift your arms and hold them straight in front of you."

Ricky obeyed and felt a leather harness being placed over his chest. The leather was cool when it first touched his bare skin but just that touch was all that was needed for him to feel a stirring between his legs.

"You may put your arms back to your sides but lift your left leg slightly. We will help you into the trousers."

Ricky felt two sets of hands on his body and now knew there were at least two men dressing him. It was not necessary for the man that had been talking to him to give him any further instructions during the dressing procedure. He knew instinctively what to do just by the feel of what was happening.

When the trousers were on both legs they were pulled up and Ricky knew that they were crotch less but were connected to a waistband. One of the men closed the waistband snaps.

Next Ricky felt a codpiece being placed and fastened over his jewels. Well at least I won't be leaving here naked, he thought.

The last piece of clothing was a leather vest. Once it was on the voice spoke again:

"Ok boy, sit while we put on your boots."

One of the men guided him as he sat.

A few minutes later Ricky was ordered to stand. A leather collar was fastened around his neck and something was connected to it.

"Follow me." The voice ordered and at the same moment Ricky felt a slight tug on the collar.

Shit, he thought, they have me connected to a fucking leash. But rather than feeling angry or upset by this turn of events Ricky felt his dick getting even harder in the codpiece. Ricky didn't know it at this moment but from now on his greatest sexual experiences would only come when he was in bondage.

Ricky was led out of the office and helped into a van. This time he did not have to get into a cage for a ride to...where? Well a ride to wherever it was they were taking him.

The ride was a long one, Ricky estimated that he was in that van for more than an hour. It only stopped a few times after he got in so he figured it had headed straight for the freeway. That meant that they were taking him out of town, at least he was pretty sure they were taking him out of town.

Just when he was starting to get weary from the long drive in silence and darkness the van began to slow and then he felt the sway you get when exiting a freeway.

It was another ten or fifteen minutes before the van came to a complete stop and the engine was shut down.

One of the men helped him out of the vehicle and then led him into a building. They made a number of stops and starts in the building but finally the voice was back.

"There is a chair directly behind you. Sit and do not get up until you are told to."

Ricky obeyed the command. He sat and waited for whatever it was would come next. He hoped it would be more good sex.

Approximately five minutes after he sat down he heard the little click that let him know the lock on the mask had opened. There was no voice to tell him what to do but he assumed he was supposed to remove the mask.

He removed it from his head and found that he was in a small room. The only furnishings were the chair he was sitting on and a table up against one wall. At his feet was the leather case for the mask. He bent over and picked it up. He closed the mask and carefully placed it into the leather case then placed the case back down on the floor.

There was a door directly in front of where he was sitting. He longed to get up and go look out that door, but he remembered his lessons from last week. The last thing in the world he wanted right now was for Master Sebastian to start beating on him. So he sat quietly waiting.

Finally the door opened. Ricky broke into a big smile when he saw who was entering.

"Well hello there, boy. So you liked your spanking and came back for more did you." Alfie said with a big smile.

"I guess so, Sir."

"No guessing about it, boy. You have been thinking about last weekend all week haven't you?"

"Yes, Sir, I have." Ricky replied sheepishly.

"Well you made the right decision in calling. However this weekend will be different than last weekend. In fact you are not even in the same place. Until Sunday when we return you to that warehouse you will be doing your damndest to please me." Alfie said with a big grin.

"All of your experiences this week will be different as well. I am going to spend the weekend embarrassing the shit out of you." Alfie laughed.

What! Ricky thought to himself. I don't want to be embarrassed, I want the sex.

"Ah, you look disappointed, boy. Well don't be. If you thought last weekend was a turn on, just wait until you experience what I have in store for you. Now up you get and follow me."

Alfie didn't wait for Ricky to respond he just opened the door and stepped out of the room. Ricky jumped up quick and got to the door before it closed.

Alfie was already six or seven paces ahead of Ricky going down a brightly lit hallway. There were doors on each side of the hallway, which led Ricky to suspect this place had lots of rooms similar to the one he had just left. Ricky was almost right.

At the end of the hall Ricky could see a door, but just before they got to it Alfie opened a door on his right and entered. Ricky followed along behind and was surprised to find himself in a small, but well appointed office. Where the hell was he, he wondered.

"Surprised to see an office here are you, boy?" Alfie laughed.

"Yes, Sir."

"Well don't be. You are in a leather bar called The Dungeon. Have you ever heard of it?"

"No, Sir."

But then there was no reason for Ricky to have ever heard of The Dungeon. Until last weekend Ricky had considered himself a straight hetro. He would never have even considered going to a bar where Gays hang out.

"Well come along and I will show you." Alfie said with a smile.

"The place is fairly crowded at the moment so stick close to me."

Alfie opened another door that led out of his office and the moment he did the room filled with a crescendo of noise.

As Alfie exited from the office the patrons all moved aside to let him through, but not so for little slave boy Ricky. In fact he had no sooner closed the office door then a crowd of big men, all dressed in leather surrounded him.

The room had the heady smell of beer and sweat. The swirling humanity pushed in, hands were suddenly touching him all over. Although Ricky thought he resented this intrusion on his body, his dick said otherwise. In just a matter of seconds it was pulsing and throbbing as it tried to escape from the confines of his codpiece.

He felt a hand slip down inside his codpiece but because of the crush of hot bodies he could not figure out who owned that hand. Then he felt something else that caused him to go scarlet. The hand ripped off Ricky's codpiece. Ricky's hard on was now free to bounce and throb against all and sundry. He tried to get his hands around to cover himself, but the crush of bodies was just too much.

Then someone on each side grabbed one of his wrists and forced them behind his back. Ricky felt a pair of handcuffs being applied. That only made Ricky's embarrassment even more acute. What the hell was he going to do, he thought. My fucking cock is bouncing around and the codpiece is gone. What is Alfie going to think?

At the thought of Alfie he remembered that he was supposed to be following the man but he was unable to see Alfie at all in the crowded room. He looked all over, suddenly feeling very alone and also fear began to creep up his back.

Then a big hand wrapped around his throbbing dick.

"Hey! What the fuck do we have here?" A voice bellowed close to his ear.

Ricky looked and there beside him stood the meanest looking Sonofabitch Ricky had ever seen. The guy was all dressed in black leather, had long, black, straggly hair and an even stragglier beard.

The man had a deep, but loud voice and the whole room suddenly became quiet. At the same time the crowd that only moments ago had been jostling Ricky, parted. In the blink of an eye Ricky was all-alone in the center of the bar, except for this big, mean looking guy that was holding his dick.

All eyes were on Ricky and he became so embarrassed that he started to pee himself. The crowd broke into spontaneous cheering and clapping. Even a few wolf whistled erupted from the crowd.

"Do you always go into bars half fucking dressed?" The big man bellowed.

Ricky's head was so fucked up at the moment that he couldn't even respond to the question.

"Hey, it looks like we got us a mute, here." The man bellowed again.

"Is that right, boy? Are you a fucking mute?"

Ricky finally found his voice.

"Ah... no... Sir." He replied through trembling lips.

"Ah the little weenie boy has a tongue after all." The man bellowed and then began to laugh.

The entire room laughed at his little joke. But it wasn't a joke to Ricky. He was totally humiliated.

"Come along with me Weenie Boy." The man said as he started walking away still holding on tight to Ricky's swollen, throbbing dick.

The howls of laughter and the wolf whistles continued as Ricky was pulled through the crowd.

The man pulled Ricky right across to the other side of the room. The crowd parted in front of their progress to make way for them.

Just as they were getting close to the far wall, the parting crowd revealed a huge, wooden, St Andrews cross. Ricky remembered it from his experiences last weekend. He also knew that slaves were bound to it and beaten with belts and whips. He had seen it done in the other Dungeon. Suddenly Ricky was afraid, very, very afraid.

The big man marched Ricky right up to the St Andrews cross then forced him to turn around.

"Bind the little fuck to the cross." The big man called out.

Two other leather clad men rushed up to Ricky's side. One of them unlocked the cuffs securing Ricky's wrists behind his back. Each of the men grabbed a wrist and in a flash Ricky's wrists were bound to the cross.

The two men then bent down and each one grabbed one of Ricky's ankles and pulled his legs apart. His ankles were likewise bound to the cross.

Ricky was confused. When he had seen the slaves in the other Dungeon bound to the cross they had been facing it. These guys had bound him facing out. In front of him were at least a hundred or more guys, all staring at his throbbing dick still being held by the big man.

"He is all yours, boys." The big man called out then let go of Ricky's hard on.

He leaned up close to Ricky's ear and spoke:

"I am Master Crusher. When the boys have had their fun it will be my turn. I am not called Crusher for nothing, boy. I like to crush a boys balls while he is cumming. The sounds of his screams are music to my ears." Master Crusher said and then began to bellow in laughter as he walked away.

Ricky was suddenly terrified. What the fuck had he got himself into. That big bastard wasn't fooling. Ricky was so scared he started to piss himself again.

The crowd just laughed at this state of affairs, then began to move in. Hands were all over Ricky's body. The more they touched and played with his most intimate parts the more turned on he became and the harder his cock throbbed.

A hand was massaging his balls, a finger was being worked up his ass while another hand was gently wanking him. A good looking young guy looked into Ricky's eyes then bent forward and began to suck on Ricky's right nipple.

Then a man with a black moustache that was sculptured down each side of his chin bent forward and placed his hot lips against Ricky's.

All thoughts of embarrassment were washed away as he entered a highly sensual erotic state. His body was on fire with a fever, a fever of lust and abandon like he had never known in his entire young life. At this moment all that existed for the boy were the feelings of lust travelling through his body.

He felt himself being lifted, higher and higher on a cloud of pleasure; a cloud from which he never wanted to descend. His fevered mind was awash in magnificent lights of brilliant colours flashing on and off to the frantic beating of his heart.

Ricky felt himself nearing the end of the ride but he didn't want it to end. He wanted it to go on and on and on. But we cannot always have what we want in life. Ricky's balls wanted release and began to rise.

At exactly that moment the crowd pulled away. All the hands left his body. Suddenly Ricky was left on the top of the mountain, cold.

"No! No! No! Don't stop!" He screamed.

But no one paid any attention to him. There he was bound to the cross, his dick throbbing and dripping rivers of precum. His balls fully loaded and ready to shoot, but no one would pull the trigger.

All the good sensations began to ebb from his body. None of the crowd was even looking at him. It was as if he had ceased to exist.

He cried and begged for someone to come and help him finish what they had started. But no help came.

Ricky was left alone like that for a good half hour. As the time dragged on his dick slowly deflated. However large streams of precum were still dripping from his cock slit making puddles on the floor beneath his spread and bound legs.

Ricky had finally accepted the fact that the men in the room had had their fun and he was no longer of any consequence. He wondered when Alfie would come and get him and take him to wherever Alfie might want to take him.

Just as suddenly as the crowd had left him earlier it returned. Again the hands were all over his body. Another good-looking young man began to suck on his nipples. Another man came forward and began to kiss him. Ricky's cock rose to the occasion.

Here we go again, Ricky thought.

And so it went for the rest of the evening. They would bring him to a high and then pull away just before he was ready to shoot. Every nerve end in Ricky's body was on fire two hours later. He wanted release more than he had ever wanted it before but it seemed these guys were not going to let him have it.

Ricky was at his wits end, his cock no longer went flaccid between sessions it just throbbed and dripped rivers of precum.

Just when he didn't think he could take anymore Master Crusher reappeared.

"Would you like to unload, boy?" He asked.

"Please, Sir. Yes, please let me cum." Ricky begged.

Master Crusher snapped his fingers and two young men unfastend Ricky's ankles then his wrists.

"Do not touch your cock before I give you permission or we will put you back up there. Now place your hands on top of your head and keep them there." Master Crusher ordered.

Master Crusher fastened a lead to Ricky's collar and began to walk away from the Cross. Being attached to that collar Ricky did the only thing he could do, he followed.

As Master Crusher walked away the crowd parted to let him through. But that didn't stop them from continuing to paw at Ricky's body.

Master Crusher headed towards the stage that was used mainly for the dog shows that took place in the bar regularly. It wasn't until they were climbing the three stairs that led up to the stage that Ricky started to get and idea of what Master Crusher had in mind. He didn't like what he was thinking in the slightest.

As soon as they were on the stage a spot light came on, aimed right at Ricky.

"Gentlemen." A voice from the bars sound system called out.

"Gather round the stage to watch a hetro boy strut is stuff."

Ricky heard the announcement and didn't like it at all. He turned a bright crimson.

Master Crusher guided Ricky to the center of the stage and stopped when he reached the microphone.

"Look what we have here, boys. A true to life female fucker, but we don't have any females here so why I ask is his cock so hard and throbbing?" Master Crusher asked the crowd.

"Faggot, faggot, faggot." The crowd chanted.

"Fucking right a faggot." Master Crusher bellowed.

Then he turned to Ricky.

"Now boy, you came into our bar with your cock hanging out. Why would you do that, boy, unless you are a faggot?"

Ricky was stunned and didn't know what to say. Not that he could have, he was so tense.

"Come on Boy, answer me. Are you a faggot or not?"

Ricky was still too strung up to be able to answer.

"Seems the faggot has lost his tongue. Well I know just the cure for that." Master Crusher bellowed.

He reached over and grabbed Ricky's balls and gave a slight squeeze.

"Ayiiieee." Ricky cried out at the sudden jolt of pain that swept through his loins.

"Now answer me, boy. Are you a faggot?"

"Ah... yes, Sir, I am a faggot." Ricky said through trembling lips.

"Did anyone hear that?" Master Crusher asked the crowd.

"No! No! No!." The crowd screamed in joy.

"Well, boy, it seems no one heard you." Master Crusher said into the microphone as he turned back to Ricky.

"Now yell out nice and loud so everyone can hear you. Are you a faggot, boy?"

Ricky found his voice and answered as loud as he could.

"Yes, Sir. I am a faggot."

"Faggot, faggot, faggot." The crowd chanted.

Master Crusher let the crowd chant for a while then held up his hand for order.

"Now the boy is an admitted faggot do you think we should make him prove it? He asked the crowd.

"Yes, yes, yes." The crowd screamed back.

"Ok!" Master Crusher said turning towards Ricky again.

He unhooked the lead that he had been holding.

"Now boy, you have admitted to being a faggot and the boys here would like you to prove it. Your cock is rock hard and your nuts need release. We would like you to show us how a faggot boy like you gives himself release."

Then without another word Master Crusher turned and walked off the stage leaving poor Ricky out there all alone. He became the center of attention in a crowd of total strangers. Ricky was totally horrified by Master Crusher's order. He was going to have to masturbate in front of this crowd.

Under any other circumstance Ricky would not have been able to do it he was so embarrassed. However his nuts were full from all the teasing these guys had done to him and he needed release desperately.

He dropped his hands to his sides and the right one wrapped around his throbbing cock and he began to move it up and down his throbbing shat. It felt so good to finally have that stimulation to his cock that he tried to tune out the crowd and think only about release.

In no time at all Ricky's hand was pumping his dick like there was no tomorrow. But just pumping his dick was not giving him all the stimulation he needed. He wanted more so his left hand involuntarily rose to his nipples and began to tweak them.

The crowd went wild but Ricky had become oblivious to them. All that mattered now was release, blessed release.

It didn't take Ricky long to start shooting the load that filled his young balls.

"Ah... Yesssssss." He cried out when his balls finally lifted and began to shoot their pent up stores of man juice.

A large rope of hot seaman shot out of his piss slit with tremendous force and went flying out over the stage. One of the guys in the crowd saw it coming and tried to catch it in his mouth. He was only partially successful. The shot hit him on the nose and splattered all over his face. Another young man leaned forward and began to lick the hot juice from the boys face.

A second, third and forth shot erupted from Ricky's dick. They were not as powerful and landed on the stage about a foot in front of him. Ricky was so rapped up in his climax that he didn't even see the two boys that rushed up onto the stage to start licking his cum from the stage floor.

Ricky shot ten big loads and four smaller ones before his balls were finally sated. To his surprise a hand pulled his hand away from his cock and a mouth took its place. For the first time since he started to masturbate he opened his eyes.

The crowd were clapping and cheering. A few wolf whistles erupted now and then.

Now that he'd had the release he so desperately needed, Ricky had time to feel acute humiliation. He wanted to curl up into a ball and hide his head. He wanted off this stage and away from this crowd but he knew that he would have to stay there until given permission to leave or someone arrived to take him off.

Master Crusher had stayed in the wings of the stage the whole time enjoying Ricky's embarrassment. His own dick was hard and needed release and he intended on having it, but he sure as hell was not going to masturbate. Not when he had a hot young body to use.

When he felt that Ricky was totally humiliated he walked back out onto the stage.

"Well now, boy." He taunted. "How fucking sick can you get? I mean coming into a Gay bar with your dick hanging out and then climbing up onto a stage to masturbate in front of hundreds of horny guys."

"Now do you really think that is a normal attitude for a healthy young man like yourself?"

"Quite frankly boy, I think you are some kind of fucking sex pervert."

Ricky was getting more and more humiliated by the second. Every word that Master Crusher spoke made him feel smaller and smaller. He was so flustered that he even forgot that he had not climbed up onto this stage of his own accord. Ricky was thinking that he truly was a fucking pervert.

"Well boys we know how to treat perverts here, don't we?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him." The crowd screamed out in glee.

Ricky was so flustered the meaning of what they were chanting did not dawn on him until Master Crusher gave his next order.

"On your fucking hands and knees, pervert." He yelled right in Ricky's face.

Trembling again Ricky obeyed.

Master Crusher had Ricky turn until he was facing the left wing of the stage. He then whipped off his codpiece and threw it into the wings. The crowd ooh'd and ah'd when Master Crusher's huge ten inch dick popped up; a long silver string of precum flying our from it.

A young man rushed out from the wings and started rubbing Master Crusher's dick. What the young man was doing was applying a lubricant so that Master Crusher's dick would slide right into Ricky's tight little pucker. Once Master Crusher's dick was well lubricated the boy did the same to Ricky's love canal.

It was then that Ricky knew for sure what was going to happen. He didn't really mind the thought of being fucked. What he didn't like was being fucked on a stage with a room full of guys watching. But Ricky had no say so he just waited for it to begin.

Master Crusher dropped to his knees and moved in for the kill. He was not one of those mamby pamby types that fooled around with a rose bud, no not Master Crusher. He liked to force his big dick deep into a love canal on the first shot and that is exactly what he did.

Ricky had not been expecting the suddenness of Master Crushers' attack and so had not tensed up. The big cock head touched Ricky's rose bud and then was driven in as deep as it would go.

Ricky felt a momentary pain as his sphincter was forced wide open to receive this huge phallus. But Master Crusher's expertise soon had Ricky gasping in pleasure.

While he humped Ricky's ass his fingers were playing with Ricky�s' balls and nipples. Ricky was on fire again and enjoying every single second of it.

Master Crusher was in no hurry and took his time with deep, slow strokes at first. He humped away until Ricky began to get another hard on which let him know that Ricky's balls were busy making more man juice. He then began to speed up his strokes.

Ricky was gasping and moaning in pleasure. It may have been humiliating to have this done to you in front of a bunch of strangers, but oh shit did it feel good. In fact Ricky was enjoying it so much that he began to involuntarily move back to meet Master Crusher�s strokes.

Ricky had no idea how long Master Crusher had been humping him, but it seemed like an eternity and he was ready for another release.

It had been just over twenty minutes since Master Crusher had first entered Ricky's love canal and his balls were full and ready to let go their load. Originally Master Crusher was not going to let Ricky cum but he was enjoying this so much and because Ricky had got right into it as well, he decided to let the boy unload at the same time he did.

When he knew he was about to explode Master Crusher began a frantic attack on Ricky's prostate with his huge organ. Suddenly Ricky had the most unbelievable sensations surging through his groin.

"Fuck me, Sir. Oh yes fuck me." He screamed out.

A smile formed on Master Crusher's face and he decided it was time to go for broke. He grabbed Ricky's waist and began to slam into the boy as hard and fast as he could.

"Ahhhhhh." Ricky cried out in pleasure as his balls exploded again.

"Take my juice, boy. Take my fucking juice." Master Crusher bellowed and began to unload.

The crowd was screaming and shouting their approval as the two men released copious amounts of man juice; one into a hot receptacle, the other onto the stage floor.

After they were both drained more boys appeared from the wings and using only their mouths began to clean up the mess both had made. One was licking up Ricky's cum from the floor, another was licking Master Crusher's cum from Ricky's hot ass while a third had Master Crusher's dick in his mouth cleaning up the last dribbles.

Ricky had dropped his head to his arms. He was exhausted but still felt wonderful.

A few moments later Master Crusher had Ricky stand up and take a bow.

"Gentlemen, we have a new member in our little group. His name is Ricky and I am sure we are going to be seeing a lot more of this boy."

The crowd gave Ricky a big ovation while he stood there turning red again, but it wasn't for long.

Another young man walked out on the stage and clipped a lead to Ricky's collar and led him off. The crowd continued to give the ovation until Ricky was in the wings.

Ricky was just glad to get off that fucking stage and away from that spotlight that had been on him from the moment he had climbed on.

"Great show, boy." Master Alfie said from the darkness of the wings.

Ricky's eyes had not adjusted to the low light after the brightness of the stage. He looked around to where the voice had come from and could just make Alfie out against a black curtain.

"Thank you, Sir." Was all Ricky could think of to say.

"That was your initiation into our group, boy. But there will be more fun and games to follow. I think perhaps you have had enough for one night and need some rest. Tomorrow evening we have a dog show slated for the bar and you have a lot to learn before then. Now come along." Alfie said and started to walk back behind the curtain.

Ricky with the leash hanging from his neck but no one holding the other end, followed.

Back stage Alfie led the way to a set of stairs and out into a hallway. It looked very much like the hallway he had been in before. There were men in the hallway and they all said, "Great show," as Ricky passed by.

Alfie led the way to the far end of the hallway and stopped at a door with a large sign that said, Private. Alfie unlocked the door and entered, holding the door for Ricky.

The room they entered was a small foyer of sorts.

"This is my home, boy. Not everyone gets invited back here so you can feel proud of yourself."

After closing the door he led Ricky into a simple but well-appointed living room.

"Have yourself a seat and I will get us a couple of beers." Alfie said.

Ricky plunked himself down in an easy chair and sat back, glad to be away from that crowd.

Alfie returned a few minutes later carrying two Labatts Blue �, a Canadian beer that Alfie preferred above all others.

He handed Ricky a beer then sat in a chair opposite Ricky's.

"Well now, boy, what did you think of your time in The Dungeon?"

Ricky took a sip of the beer.

"I felt rather embarrassed, Sir." Ricky replied.

"Embarrassed! Is that all?" Alfie asked.

"Well ah... no, Sir. The men did make me feel good when they were playing with me."

"Would you ever want to do it again?"

Ricky had to think about that. Sure he had been embarrassed but shit when he came he felt like a million bucks. He had really liked being screwed by Master Crusher. Would he ever want to do it again?

"Yes, Sir. I think I would. I can't believe how worked up I got."

Alfie smiled.

"Of course you got worked up. Being in a room full of strangers with your cock hanging out would work up any red-blooded man. Sex Ricky is what you make of it. It doesn't matter whether it is with a man or a woman as long as you both enjoy what you are doing. Sometimes though it is even more of a turn on to have things done to you against your will or that will humiliate you."

"Yeah, I guess so, Sir, I sure was feeling humiliated." Ricky smiled and took another sip of the beer.

"Well if you are game, tomorrow morning I am going to give you over to a Master that trains Leather Dog Slaves. Have you ever heard of them?"

"No, Sir, I haven't."

"Well boy, Leather Dog Slaves are men that try to become dogs. They do it for a number of reasons but their number one aim is to please their Master. I think you would make an excellent Leather Dog Slave. You will feel humiliated at times, you will hate it at times, but boy, you will also get more sexed up then you have ever been in your life."

Ricky didn't know what to say. He wasn't so sure he wanted to play at being a dog, Leather or otherwise. He liked being a man. But Ricky had taken a real liking to Alfie and was willing to try anything that would please the man.

"I will give it a try if you want me to, Sir." Ricky finally said.

"Good boy, I knew you had it in you. Now I think you need to have a bit of a rest. I have to go back out into the bar but will be back in a couple of hours. I will show you where everything is and you can make yourself at home until I return."

Alfie then led Ricky around the house, that Alfie called his home. It was not a huge house but it was comfortable and suited Alfie just fine. There was only one really large room in the house and it was huge, Alfie's bedroom. The main piece of furniture was the bed and it took up a good portion of the room. Ricky had never seen such a large bed before.

Alfie told Ricky that if he felt tired to just help himself to the bed. He also showed Ricky where the beer fridge was located and then left Ricky on his own.

Ricky was tired so he drained the rest of his beer then went into the bedroom and climbed up onto the big bed. Less than a minute later he was fast asleep.

When Alfie returned he found Ricky curled up on the bed. He watched the gentle rising and falling of the smooth, young chest. At first he thought of waking the boy. It had been his intention to give Ricky a spanking and then having himself a good ass fuck, but he just couldn't bring himself to wake the boy.

He looked so cute and innocent lying there, just like a newborn baby. Alfie had taken a real liking to Ricky and he was thinking of asking Ricky to move in. In all his years Alfie had always lived alone, never really wanting or needing a live-in partner. But there was something about Ricky that Alfie just could not put his finger on. He suddenly found that he had a need to have this boy around all the time. Was it love? Alfie didn't know. He only knew that for the first time in his life he was confused.

He quickly stripped, hopped onto the bed and cuddled up close to the boys back. Alfie felt great when Ricky involuntarily pushed into him. Perhaps he was falling in love, he thought, then fell into a deep sleep with a smile curling his lips.

Ricky awoke to a bright sun filling the bedroom. He felt warm and cozy and then realized that there was another body snuggled in close to his and a big hairy arm draped over his waist. He was still in a drowsy state and had no idea who it might be. Then his mind cleared and he remembered Alfie leaving him alone in the house. He took a closer look at the arm and was sure it was Alfie.

But now Ricky had a couple of small problems. First he had the usual morning woody and second he had to have a leak. But Ricky didn't want to move and wake Alfie. His bladder on the other hand couldn't give a shit who it woke, it just wanted emptying.

Ricky lay as still as he could for another fifteen minutes. His bladder was getting more and more insistent by the second. It finally got to the point where Ricky could not hold it any longer. He just had to get up and relieve the pressure.

He gently grasped Alfie's arm and lifted it up and at the same time pulled his body away from the wonderful warmth of the man. But that bit of movement was all it took. Alfie pulled his arm back and then sat up.

"Good morning, boy." He said with a smile.

"Good morning, Sir. I am sorry for waking you but I just have to empty my bladder."

"Go ahead, boy. Rather you do it in the toilet than in the bed." Alfie laughed.

"Yes, Sir." Ricky replied and hurried off to the bathroom.

After relieving himself, Ricky returned to the bedroom. Alfie was out of the bed, lying prone on the floor doing push-ups.

"Come on and join me, boy. A good work out first thing in the morning is good for you." Alfie invited.

Ricky didn't take it as an invitation, he took it as an order and dropped down beside the now sweating Alfie.

"Work hard, boy. Get the blood flowing and rejuvenate your system." Alfie laughed but didn't miss a beat of his rhythmic up and down motion.

"I fuck the floor every morning, do you?" He asked.

"Ah... no, Sir, I don't." Ricky answered, confused by Alfie's statement.

That only caused Alfie to laugh even harder.

"Figuratively speaking, boy. Figuratively speaking."

Ricky realized his mistake and blushed.

"That's a might pretty shade of pink your face just turned." Alfie remarked.

Of course that only made Ricky's face turn even redder.

Ricky only managed ten push-ups before he began to get tired. However he noted that Alfie managed two for every one of his. Hell the guy was old enough to be his father and could out do him in push-ups. That spurred Ricky on to work even harder, but it was no use, he just could not keep up with Alfie.

Ricky was up to his thirtieth push up and just barely managed to push himself up. Is he ever going to quit? Ricky asked himself silently. Alfie was now doing three for every one Ricky could manage.

Ricky's arms were aching and he wanted to quit but he was bound, bent and determined he would keep going as long as Alfie. But you know what they say about the, "good intentions of mice and men." Well the mouse part caught up and Ricky finally collapsed to the floor exhausted.

Alfie finally stopped lay down and rolled over on his side facing Ricky. He placed a big hand under his head and stared at the boy.

"Not bad for someone that doesn't do this regularly. You got spunk kid and I like that." Alfie praised.

"Thank you, Sir." Ricky gasped.

"Grab your cock and come along with me." Alfie said with a laugh.

"We will go into the Fitness Center and work up a real sweat.

Ricky took Alfie's words literally and grabbed his dick with his right hand as he got up off the floor to follow.

Alfie happened to turn when he got to the door and then he saw Ricky holding his dick. The sight was a treasure that Alfie would never forget for the rest of his life. He broke out into hysterical laughter. A laughter so overpowering that Alfie had to bend over and hold his stomach.

Ricky was totally confused. What the hell is he laughing at? He wondered to himself. Well Alfie was about to enlighten him.

"Boy, you do not have to take everything I say literally. I didn't mean for you to actually grab your bird. 'Grab your cock and follow me,' is just an old English expression." He explained.

Ricky turned red again and let go of his dick. He felt totally ridiculous, but Master Sebastian's little training sessions last week had really sunk in. He wondered if the effects of that training would ever wear off. Probably not, he thought.

"Ah, sorry, Sir." Ricky stammered as he approached the door.

Alfie placed a big arm around the boys' shoulders and pulled him close.

"Hey, it's ok, boy. Ya know something, boy?" He asked.

"Sir!" Ricky replied.

"I think I like you." Alfie stated flatly.

Ricky reddened again.

"Thank you, Sir. I like you as well."

Alfie pulled Ricky tight to his side and squeezed.

"Let's go work up a sweat." Alfie said with a grin.

"Yes, Sir." Ricky replied, smiling for the first time.

Alfie did his usual morning routine in the fitness center. Ricky did his best to keep up but he definitely was having trouble. Two hours later Alfie finally finished his normal routine and they headed for the showers.

A good breakfast followed in the small kitchen in Alfie's house. Alfie prepared the breakfast himself and served Ricky.

After breakfast Alfie took Ricky back to the bedroom and had him change into a leather outfit he'd had him dressed in the day before. He kept loads of leather equipment and clothing in the equipment room attached to the bar. Patrons could rent the equipment and clothing for a very reasonable price as compared to buying the stuff outright.

Finding things to fit Ricky had been no problem at all.

It didn't take Ricky very long to get into the leather crotch less trousers, the codpiece, the leather harness, the pair of boots and the leather vest. Alfie pulled an identical outfit from his closet and slipped everything on.

"Now you look like a real Leatherman, boy. Ummmm ... by the way what the hell is your name?" Alfie asked.

"Ricky, Sir."

"Ricky dickey. I like that." Alfie laughed.

All Ricky could do was blush.

"Ok, we are off. I am going to take you back to Master Kurt's mansion. You do remember it don't you?" Alfie asked.

"Ah, no Sir. I never saw it, only The Dungeon, Sir." Ricky replied.

"Oh, that's right. You were brought in as an NC and NC's never see the Mansion, only The Dungeon."

"Well you most likely will not be seeing The Dungeon this trip. You are going to visit one of the very best slave dog trainers in the world. He is currently staying at Master Kurt's Mansion. He is going to give you some basic instruction today so that you will be able to do well during tonight's competition."

"I will do my best, Sir." Ricky replied.

"I know you will, Ricky. You have shown great promise in the last twenty-four hours." Alfie complimented.

The drive to the Mansion was quite uneventful. Ricky was astounded by the size of the Mansion. He was even more astounded when a kneeling Sid greeted them. But what really blew Ricky away was when Alfie hawked up and spit in Sid's face. He had never in his life seen anyone do that to another person.

He couldn't believe that this man, that he had taken such a liking too, would do such a thing.

Once they were in the elevator heading up to the third floor, Alfie explained about Sid and how he liked to be treated like dirt.

"Ricky in this kind of lifestyle a loving Master tries to make his slave happy. The worse Sid is treated the happier he is. I don't particularly like spiting on him like that but it is what he lives for. I know it is hard for you to understand but once you have been around for a while you will. Ok?"

"Yes, I guess so, Sir." Ricky said doubtfully.

When they stepped out of the elevator Alfie turned left and headed down a hallway. At the second door on the left Alfie stopped and pressed a button on the wall.

Ricky heard a ding-dong chime ring somewhere behind the door. A good-looking man opened the door. He was dressed in the identical outfit to Alfie.

He was not quite as tall as Alfie, nor was he as big, but he was still a big man. He had broad shoulders and a well-toned body. His hair was dark and he had lots of body hair. Ricky thought he looked a lot like Master Kurt.

"Hi Greg. Brought you a puppy." Alfie laughed.

"Hi Alfie, come on in." Greg invited.

Alfie entered the apartment and Ricky followed. Ricky thought it was a bit strange that Alfie had not introduced him to this man named Greg.

"I guess it is a puppy." Greg laughed. "Why don't you go have a seat Alfie while I get the puppy settled."

Alfie headed on down the hallway while Greg turned to Ricky.

"What the fuck are you doing standing on two legs?" Greg growled at Ricky.

"Fucking dogs do not stand on two legs in my fucking presence now get down."

Ricky was totally stunned by this behaviour, but again Master Sebastian�s' training came into play and Ricky dropped onto his hands and knees.

"That's better, dog. First lesson. While in my presence you are a dog and you will behave as a dog or I will beat the crap out of you. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir." Ricky replied through trembling lips.

Greg pulled something from his pocket and bent down beside Ricky.

"You don't hear so fucking well do you, dog. I specifically remember just telling you that in my presence you are a fucking dog. Dogs do not speak human words. I will not be giving you another warning. Next time it is the belt. Now to teach you a lesson, open your mouth." Greg ordered.

Ricky obeyed and Greg lifted the little bottle he had hidden in his hand. It was a spray bottle containing a foul tasting chemical that would give Ricky a foul taste for at least an hour.

The moment the spray touched his taste buds Ricky gasped. He had never in his life tasted anything so foul. He wanted to spit but there was nowhere to spit.

"Don't even think of spitting, dog. Let this be a lesson to you. If you need anything bark. Now follow me."

Greg led Ricky in the opposite direction to the one taken by Alfie. Greg opened and door and led Ricky into a large room that had small cages. Ricky was led to one of the cages and told to crawl in. Once Ricky was in Greg shut the door and locked it with a padlock.

"I am going to have a short visit with your Master. When I return we will begin your training. In the meantime just have yourself a little rest, you will need it."

Greg then left the room shutting the door as he left.

Ricky couldn't believe it. Everything was going so well and now all of a sudden he was locked in a small cage. The cage wasn't big enough for him to stretch out but at least he could sit and that is exactly what he did. Silly boy.

Meanwhile Alfie was briefing Greg on what he wanted from Ricky.

"Don't be too rough on him, Greg. I like the kid. I think he will take to this life, but I am not so sure he will if we are too rough on him. He does try to please and he is not a quitter. I gave him a pretty heavy workout this morning just to see what he could take. Well he surprised the hell out of me. He is a strong young lad and he is in good shape, but you know me." Alfie laughed.

"Yes I know you, Alfie, been there, done that." Greg answered with a smirk.

"I know it is asking a lot Greg, but I would like him to place in the top ten if possible. That would give him enough incentive to want to play again."

"I understand Alfie. I will do my best with him. But Alfie I am not an easy taskmaster. I make strong demands on my students that is why they are the best in the country. If he does his best I won't be too harsh, but if he slacks off I will stop the training. Ok?"

"Yes. I would rather you stop the training then chase him off. I am having some strange feelings about this boy. Feelings I have never had before." Alfie confided.

Greg laughed.

"I don't believe it, the Great Alfie has been bitten by the love bug."

For the first time in his life, Alfie blushed.

"Well I don't know if it is the love bug but there is certainly something." Alfie defended.

"Ok, well don't worry, if the boy is as tenacious as you say he will come through this training with no problems at all." Greg assured.

"Now I better get started we only have about seven hours to get him ready." Greg said getting up from the chair where he had been sitting.

Alfie also arose. The two men shook hands and Alfie left.

Ricky was still sitting comfortably in the cage when Greg opened the door and walked back into the room.

He stood stock still when he spied Ricky sitting in the cage with his legs stretched out.

"What the fuck are you doing, dog." Greg bellowed.

Ricky nearly jumped out of his skin by the sudden shout. His head hit the top of the cage and he let out a cry of pain. What the hell had he done? He wondered.

"Are you so fucking dense that you can not follow a simple order?" Master Greg continued.

"You are a fucking dog and dogs do not sit on their ass with legs out stretched."

Ricky immediately realized his mistake and worked himself around so he was standing on hands and knees.

"That's better, dog. Don't forget again." Master Greg said in a more reasonable tone.

Master Greg then unlocked the cage and had Ricky crawl out.

"Now the next thing we have to do is get you out of those clothes. Dogs do not wear men's clothes. So quickly get your self naked then we can continue." Master Greg ordered.

Ricky quickly began to remove all the leather gear he was wearing. As he removed each piece he placed it neatly on the floor beside him. When he was finished he adopted the hands and knees position to await Master Greg's next instruction.

Ricky didn't much like this shit, but he wanted to please Master Alfie and had promised he would do his best and Ricky always kept his promises.

Master Greg had been busy at a counter on the other side of the room while Ricky removed his leather. When he turned and saw Ricky on all four he smiled.

"That's better. Alfie was right you are a quick learner. Perhaps we have a chance of making you into a champion slave dog after all."

Master Greg walked over to Ricky carrying what looked like a pair of mitts. But when he got closer Ricky could see that they were not ordinary mitts. They were made of black leather but no thumb.

"These are dog paws. You will be wearing them for the rest of the day. They make it impossible for you to use your hands to grasp anything." Greg said as he bent down in front of Ricky.

"Give me your left paw first." He ordered.

Ricky obediently lifted his left hand. Master Greg worked the mitt onto Ricky's outstretched hand then tightened a Velcro Strap around his wrist to hold the mitt firmly in place. He then did the same with Ricky's right hand.

The first thing Ricky noticed as the left mitt was placed on his hand was that he had to curl his fingers. The mitt was not big enough for his fingers to be fully extended. He also noted that the mitts had toenails attached along the forward edge, and the bottom of the mitt had padding similar to the pads on a dogs paw. When Ricky dropped his left hand to the floor he found that it was very comfortable and would make it much easier to walk on his hands and knees then if his fingers had been uncurled.

"There that's better." Master Greg said with a grin.

"Ok, let's start with the basic dog slave rules. First and foremost, you are now a dog and will continue to be a dog until a Master gives you permission to be a man again. If you understand bark once."

Ricky felt like a fool but obeyed.

"Rrruff." He barked.

"Hey that's good but not perfect. You will have to work a bit on your bark, it is essential that your bark sound as true to life as possible. Now try that again but put some life into it." Master Greg said.

"Rrrrrrufff."

"Great. I like that much better." Greg praised, placed a hand in his pocket and brought something out.

"Whenever you do something right you will be rewarded. When you do something wrong you will be scolded. Now I liked that bark so you get a reward. Open your mouth."

Ricky opened his mouth and Master Greg popped a jellybean in. Ricky chewed the thing and swallowed. He felt even more foolish now then he did before. But a promise was a promise.

"Ok, next it is important that we give you some means to communicate with your Master. Since speaking human words is forbidden you will have to learn to communicate the same way that a dog does. I am sure you have observed dogs and have some idea of how they do it. Dogs are not as stupid as some folks may think."

"You will have to learn to get your idea across through body language and barks. For example when a dog wants to go out for a piss or whatever he will usually run back and forth from his Master to the door. If the Master ignores him he will even bark or whine, depending on the degree of urgency he is experiencing. While in dog mode you will have to do the same sort of things. Is that clear?"

"Rrrrufff." Ricky barked.

"Good boy. Now you have learned the, "Yes," response, 1 bark. If you wish to give a, "No," response then simply bark twice. Give it a go."

"Rrrrufff, rrrrufff." Ricky barked.

"Good. Don't forget them or get them mixed up. Those are your main means of communicating what you want or don't want." Greg praised and slipped another jellybean into Ricky's mouth.

"The next rule is that you may never, ever while in dog mode stand on your two feet. You may get up on just your knees when you go into beg mode but that is as high off the ground as you get. Now let me see you go into beg mode."

Ricky raised himself up on his knees and placed his paws out front, just as he had seen real dogs do.

"Perfect." Greg praised and again slipped a jellybean into Ricky's mouth.

Fuck I am going to blow up like a balloon if he keeps feeding me those damned beans, Ricky thought.

"Ok, you have the basics. They are not terribly difficult to learn, after all a dog learns them and they don't have even half of the learning capacity that you have. Let us get on with the things you need to know to place in the top ten tonight."

"The first competition involves catching a thrown object and returning it to your Master. The dog slave that does it the fastest is not necessarily the winner. The dog slave the gives the best dog performance during the event will get the highest marks. Always remember it is how you perform the event, not whether or not you are first. You will have to summon up all of your knowledge of dogs if you want to have any chance of placing in the top ten. Ok?"

"Rrrrufff." Ricky barked.

"Stay." Master Greg commanded in a sharp, clear voice, then walked away.

Master Greg walked to the other side of the room and reached into a box sitting on a counter. From it he pulled a red ball. He turned and without a word lobbed the ball to Ricky.

Ricky saw the ball coming and moved aside. He didn't want to get hit by no fucking balls.

Master Greg smile turned into a scowl as he walked back to Ricky and knelt down in front of him.

"Open your mouth." He ordered.

Ricky opened his mouth and Master Greg gave him a spritz of that foul tasting spray.

"Bad boy. You must catch the ball with your mouth. A real dog would have jumped at that ball and tried to catch it." Master Greg scolded.

Ricky, his mouth full of that foul taste looked at Greg in horror. Shit he could never catch a ball in his mouth it would knock out all his fucking teeth.

Greg saw that look of horror and laughed.

"Do you think we are idiots, boy? The ball is made of a very light sponge rubber. A human mouth could never catch an ordinary ball so we use light sponge. With a little practice you will be catching them like a pro. I did not punish you for missing the ball, I punished you for not acting like a dog would. Understand?"

"Rrrrufff." Ricky answered.

"Good. Let's try again."

Greg retrieved the ball and walked to the other end of the room. He turned and lobbed the ball to Ricky. Ricky started to move back and forth in feigned excitement then got up on his knees and made a grab at the ball with his mouth. His timing was not all that good and the ball hit his nose a split second after Ricky closed his mouth. The ball bounced back and dropped to the floor.

Ricky had learned his lesson and didn't want another spritz of that foul spray so the moment the ball bounced away he went after it. When he got to it he bent his head down and tried to grasp it with his teeth. He knew right away that this was not going to be as easy as he thought. Even a sponge ball is hard to grasp using just the human mouth. He was going to need lots of practice if he ever hoped to actually catch it in mid air.

Master Greg turned out to be a very patient teacher. He rewarded Ricky every time he gave a good dog performance and only had to spritz him once more. It took Ricky more than fifteen minutes before he caught the ball for the first time. From then on he caught it every second or third lob. After an hour of playing catch Master Greg was satisfied that Ricky would do ok in this event and went on to the next.

"The next event is very simple but is in two parts. First you must beg for your dinner and then when it is placed in front of you eat it. However although it may seem simple it is very exacting and will require your full concentration." Master Greg explained.

"Let's begin with the begging part. You may think that all you have to do is get up on your hind legs and look pretty, but nothing could be further from the truth. When a dog begs he does not just sit there like a dumb ass. He wants whatever it is you have to feed him and will get very excited about the whole thing. Now boy, I want you to take a second to think back on all the times you saw a dog beg then give me your very best rendition of those situations."

Ricky thought for a bit and tried to remember, the more he thought about it the more he figured he would never be able to pull it off. He just knew he was going to get spritzed again. Master Greg was right it would not be as simple as it sounded. After thinking a bit he decided he was ready to give it a try.

Master Greg, no novice to training slaves was able to read Ricky's mind just by his body language. He placed a hand in his pocket and held a jellybean over Ricky's head.

Ricky got up quickly into the kneeling position and bounced up and down while waving his paws up and down. Then an inspiration hit him and he gave a whine and yelp.

Master Greg smiled and popped the jellybean into Ricky's mouth.

"Way to go." He praised.

"You do that tonight and you are sure to get high marks. Not many of my students do it that well on the first try."

Ricky felt proud of himself. Then the thought that he was proud of himself because he could imitate a dog entered his head and the pride vanished instantly, replaced by disgust that he would even want to. But then a promise was a promise.

"Well I don't think we will have to spend a lot of time with this. Let us give the eating part a try." Greg said as he moved over to the counter again.

He returned carrying a double-sided stainless steel dog dish. He held it over Ricky's head.

"Would you like your dinner, boy." He asked.

Ricky got back up and did the beg thing again, putting his all into it. Greg let him beg and whine for a minute or so then placed the dish in front of Ricky.

Ricky turned almost green when he saw what was in the bowl. It contained a horrible looking mess of something mashed up with dog kibble. His eagerness to please vanished in a second and he looked up at Greg.

"Wrong, wrong, fucking wrong." Master Greg bellowed.

He bent down quickly and told Ricky to open his mouth. He was so pissed he gave Ricky a bigger dose of the spray then he had before. It seemed to Ricky that the foul taste of the spray pervaded every single taste bud in his mouth. It was the worst yet and he desperately wanted to spit it out but knew he couldn't.

"If you do that tonight the entire place will laugh you off the stage, boy. It may look foul, it may taste foul but there is nothing in that bowl that will hurt you in anyway. Now let's try this again." Master Greg said picking up the bowl.

"Time for numb, numbs, boy." He said holding the bowl over Ricky's head.

Ricky performed the beg routine and then bent down without any enthusiasm. He immediately began to wolf down the horrible looking mess, but too his surprise it tasted quite good.

"Whoa, whoa there." Master Greg ordered.

"That is exactly what you must do tonight. That was perfect. Now let's try it again."

And so it went. Over and over again Master Greg had Ricky beg then wolf down the contents. They continued doing this until the bowl was empty. Then he taught Ricky how to drink water from the bowl so that not only could he get a drink but also how to get points. Ricky quickly picked up all that he needed to know on those points and it was on to the next event.

"This is a very important event, boy. It is the one event where you may have trouble. I know that you were an NC when brought here last week and also that you were a hetro. Have you ever mounted another guy?" Master Greg asked with a serious look on his face.

"Rrrrufff, rrrrufff." Ricky replied in the negative.

"Ok well for this event we will need some help. See that large dog basket against the wall" He said pointing. "Go over and lay down in it and stay there until I return."

Ricky obediently went over and climbed into the basket. It was just large enough that he could lay in the fetal position.

It was a good fifteen to twenty minutes before Master Greg returned, however he was not alone. He entered the room, a leash in his hand. At the other end of the leash was a man in a black leather suit that completely enclosed his body. He was also wearing a full head hood, but the most striking thing about the hood was the face moulded onto the front. It was that of a Boston Bull including those little pointed ears. The man was on his hands and knees, his hands encased in the same type of mitt that Ricky was wearing. Ricky also noticed the short, stubby tail sticking up at the top of the man's ass.

As soon as the man spotted Ricky he began to bark his fool head off and try to pull over to Ricky. Ricky instantly recognized the signs of two strange dogs meeting for the first time. Well, when in Rome, Ricky thought, as he quickly climbed out of the basket and headed for the man, returning him bark for bark.

When he got close he placed his head up close to the other mans and they sniffed each other. The formal sniffing contest began and they sniffed up and down each other�s bodies. Suddenly Ricky was enjoying himself, this was actually fun.

"Sit Spike!" Master Greg ordered putting an end to the sniffing contest.

Spike instantly sat down on his hip keeping his front paws flat on the floor. He stuck out his tongue and began to pant just like a real dog would do. Rick was thunder struck by the man's behaviour.

Ricky had not yet learned how to sit so just kind of plunked his ass down. He found it very awkward, the human body was not designed to sit like a dog would.

"Ok, you did well, boy." Master Greg praised Ricky.

"That is exactly what would have been expected of you. However we are also going to have to teach you how to sniff properly. We will do that as you learn how to respond to this event."

"This is Spike. He is a fully trained dog slave. Watch him carefully because he will only respond as a dog would in the same situation. While in dog mode Spike will never do anything that even remotely smacks of being human. Understand?"

"Rrrrufff." Ricky replied.

"Good. Now this event requires you to seek out a mate and mount him. Actually that is not difficult as there will only be one mate available on the stage. But again don't be over confident, you are going to have to convince the mate to let you mount. He will only do that if you make the proper approach. Are you with me so far?"

Rrrrufff." Ricky replied but he was not so sure he was going to like this.

Master Greg walked Ricky through the first part of the event. He had Ricky try it on his own first then pointed out mistakes and made some suggestions. He walked Ricky through it a dozen times before he was satisfied Ricky knew what to do.

The next part was the hard part. Ricky had to have a hard on for it to work. Was it possible that this hetro boy would be able to get a hard on and fuck another guy? Ricky wasn't so sure he could, was he in for a big surprise.

The moment Ricky stuck his nose up to Spike's ring hole Ricky felt a stirring between his legs. But when Master Greg told him he had to lick that ring hole Ricky's dick popped right up.

To Ricky's great surprised Spikes ring hole had a pleasant smell, not what he had expected at all. This gave him the courage to stick out his tongue and lick tentatively around the hole. That action caused his cock to get even harder and begin to throb. Ricky was finding this whole thing a big turn on now and got right into it.

"Now be sure to get your head under him and lick and sniff around his balls and cock." Master Greg instructed.

Master Greg was extremely pleased with Ricky�s' progress. The boy was trying his hardest and that was all that he expected from a boy in training. He was sure that Ricky could end up being a World Champion Slave dog if Alfie were to let the training continue after today.

From the preliminaries Ricky had to learn how to mount Spike without falling off. It was not as easy as it sounded without the use of ones hands. The paws could be used to maintain balance but they could not grasp and that made it much more difficult.

Then there was the problem of getting his throbbing dick into Spikes love nest. It took many tries before Ricky got the hang of it. One would think that Ricky would have lost some of his excitement having to try the mount over and over again, but instead Ricky only got more and more turned on. He was now almost to the point where Master Greg would cease to exist and only the fucking would be important.

Master Greg for his part knew that Ricky was flying high and that if he didn't let the boy get in soon he might blow his load just from the repetition of trying. So he figured it was time to let Ricky enter Spikes' love basket.

This time when Ricky climbed up on Spikes' back and manoeuvred his throbbing cock up to the hole of paradise Master Greg did not stop him and Ricky plunged his hot, phallus deep into Spikes' bowels.

Spike gave out a little moan of pleasure as Ricky's hot dick brushed against his prostate.

Ricky placed his arms around and under Spikes chest to keep himself in place as he began a slow, steady thrust. He could not believe how good it felt. He had fucked a few pussies in his time but not one of them was a tight as Spike's back door. It grasped his cock and massaged it with each in out thrust sending great sensations through his crotch. Hell this even beat wanking, he thought. His hand was never able to hold his dick as well as this ass was doing.

It was at that very moment that Ricky knew he would never ever fuck a female pussy again. They could never give him the pleasure he was feeling at this moment.

Master Greg saw the look of total ecstasy written on Ricky's face and knew beyond a doubt the boy would want this again.

To be continued.

This story � by Rob Allie, 2004. All rights reserved.

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