Many hours later I slowly became aware that I was no longer in darkness. A warm light surrounded me, a glorious light, a blessed light. I was unable to see anything clearly, my vision was a blur, but oh the joy to have the warmth of that light surrounding me. From somewhere off in space and time I could faintly hear a voice. I couldn't make out what it was saying, only that it was there. I began to force all my concentration towards hearing what the voice was saying, but I was delirious. The more I tried to concentrate the more the voice sounded like insane ranting. As I managed to push back the delirium it became very clear that indeed what I was hearing was ranting. Jumbles of words that made no sense. Was there some other poor demented soul in the room with me?

Then sudden realization, the ranting was coming from my own lips. The shock sent me over the edge and I collapsed into blessed oblivion.

When I awoke I was no longer in the cage. I was laying on some kind of hard bed or table. A blanket covered my naked body, providing me with warmth. My vision was still a bit blurred but I could see and thankfully the light in the room was dim. It took me a few seconds to realize the Supermarket, being naked in the van, and that horrible nightmare......the cage, was not a bad dream but reality. Then I heard his voice.

"Ah, It has finally woke up."

"Did It enjoy the time in the cage?" He asked in that soothing voice he used on me in the van.

"No sir." I rasped. My throat was still raw from the vomit.

"That's good." He said as he approached the bed or table or whatever the hell I was lying on.

"Would It like to have me place It back in the cage?" He asked with a slight smile curling his lips.

"Oh please Sir, don't make me go back in that cage." My voice crackled and rasped and tears formed and began to run down my cheeks. I was filled with terror.

"I'll obey you, Sir, I promise, but please don't make me go back." And I broke down into a full fledge crying spell with the big sobs and gasps, well you know what I mean.

He let me go on crying and pleading for a while, I guess he was enjoying watching me demean myself. He let me go on until the crying spell had turned into big sad sobs. He just stood there looking at me, his face a mask, hiding what he was thinking or feeling.

"It was only in the cage for sixteen hours." He said, "Barely long enough to get a taste of how bad this punishment can be. Imagine being forced to stay in the cage for days or weeks at a time. Wouldn't be very pleasant now, would it?"

"No sir." I managed to gasp. Just the thought of spending even another minute in that terrible cage scared the hell out of me.

"Well then It will just have to make every effort to be a good and obedient slave." His voice had hardened a little. "I will not hesitate to put It back in that cage if It does not obey, so be warned".

He then got that fatherly look back on his face and the twinkle in his eye.

"Now that It has passed lesson one I have decided to give It a name. For the next part of It's training, we will call It, Pussyboy. Has a nice ring to it don'tcha think." He gave a little laugh and went on, "Pussyboy must be hungry and thirsty. Must be at least 20 hours since you last had food or water."

I looked up at him expectantly. He hadn't asked me a direct question so there was no way I was going to answer. I did not want to go back in that cage and I didn't intend on doing anything that would get me there.

"Henry." He called, "Time to feed and water the Pussyboy."

"Yes Sir." I heard Henry reply from somewhere in the room. "It is in place, Sir."

"Alright up you get Pussyboy." The Master commanded.

When I tried to sit up, sharp agonizing pain ripped through my thigh, back and shoulder muscles. I heard myself scream in agony as I fell back down to the bed.

"Get up Pussyboy." he growled, "I don't give a shit how much it hurts. Ignore the pain, get used to it. Unless of course you would like to go back in the cage."

That was all the incentive I needed. Although my body felt like it was being torn apart, I forced myself up. Small screams of pain escaped involuntarily from my parched lips. Finally, my legs slid over the side of the bed, my body was bathed in sweat from the pain that coursed through every fiber of my being. My feet hit the floor and I used every ounce of my strength and willpower to try and push myself forward and up. I didn't make it.

My tortured legs just couldn't take my weight and I fell like a rock to the floor. Scared and trembling, the threat of the cage filling me with unimaginable fear, I tried desperately to get myself up off the floor. Tears had begun to flow again. I managed to get up onto all fours, then slowly began to raise myself to a standing position.

"Oh no you don't." He warned, "Stay on all fours and crawl over to Henry."

I was still hurting but with no alternative but to obey, began the painful crawl over to Henry.

But now a new agony inflicted itself upon my tortured body. I had to pee. The Master hadn't said anything about the toilet, and I didn't have permission to speak. What was I going to do? Now that I was aware I had to go, that awareness became greater and greater.

It was slow going and it was agonizing, but I made it. On the floor beside Henry were two large, stainless steel dog bowls. One was filled with water, the other with what looked like dog kibble mixed with water into a kind of mush.

"Your dinner is served, Pussyboy." Intoned Henry in his best butler style.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. They were going to make me eat dog food. I couldn't survive on that, could I? Unable to protest, fearing that dreaded cage and desperately needing a drink to sooth my parched and burned throat, I bent my face over the water bowl and began to lap and slurp up the cool refreshing water,........ like a dog.

The water felt wonderful in my dry mouth and parched throat. I must have drank most of it when I suddenly realized how hungry I was. I looked up and could see the Master and Henry looking down at me with warm smiles on their faces, but no mercy in their eyes. I took one more disgusted look at the dog food, moved my face over the bowl and began to eat.

In all honesty it wasn't too bad, rather bland but at least it didn't taste bad. I must have been very hungry because when it was all gone I found myself regretting that there wasn't more. I then placed my face over the water bowl and drank deeply again.

The need to void had not left me the entire time and had become worse. The need to piss was wrapping itself unmercifully around my groin. What would they do to me if I should accidentally let it go. The consequences were too terrible to think about so I held tight. All my concentration was needed to keep my bladder closed. I must have been giving outward signs of my desperate need, because the Master looked at Henry and said, "I think the Pussyboy needs to empty his bladder, he may even need a bowel movement. What do you think Henry?"

"It would seem that way, Sir, from all the dancing he is doing."

"Better take him out for a walk then Henry." The Master said.

"Yes sir." Henry replied.

With that he connected a leash to my collar and said, "Come along Pussyboy."

Unable to do anything else and with a promise that I would be able to relieve my aching bladder I painfully crawled along on my hands and knees behind Henry.

My joy at the prospect of relief was soon dampened when I realized where Henry was taking me. Just down the hall from the room we had been in was a door that led out into a garden. Henry went out and I followed. Outside he headed across a lawn and not too far away I could see what looked like dog kennels. Then the dogs started barking and jumping at the ends of the runs.

Henry headed straight for those kennels. I couldn't figure out why we were going to the kennels when we were supposed to be going to a washroom. I wasn't in doubt for very long. Once we reached the kennels Henry marched right up to one of the runs. Two black labs were on the other side all excited, tongues hanging out and slobbering all over the place. Henry bent over and undid my leash.

"When I open the gate you will get in the cage." Henry commanded.

He then opened the gate, and the little lamb went to the slaughter.

"You have 10 minutes to empty your bladder and bowels. You had best be finished by the time I get back and be very sure to get both your bladder and bowels empty. It may be a very long time before you get back out here to go again." Having said that he shut and locked the gate.

A small smile creased his lips when he saw the crestfallen look on my face. He then turned and walked away.

The two dogs were overjoyed to have a new playmate. They were all over me, licking and jostling. How the hell was I going to empty my bladder and bowels with these two. I mean it was demeaning and unsettling enough to be naked outside and locked in a kennel, never mind having to take a piss and a crap with two dogs jumping all over you.

Finally my poor bladder just couldn't take the pressure any longer and piss began pumping out of my cock which was betraying me again. It was semi hard and piss was splashing all over the place. I tried grabbing my cock to get some control on where the piss was going but couldn't keep my balance. When I lifted my hand and reached back, I toppled over, and landed right into the large puddle of piss that had spread around me on the concrete floor of the run.

Now to make matters worse the two dogs were in their glory. Warm dog tongues were flicking against my cock, lapping at the piss as it pumped out, causing my cock to harden even more. Lying in the piss was not very comfortable so I was trying to get back up on all fours while attempting to fend off the two frisky dogs. Piss is still pumping out of my cock and the two dogs are still trying to get at it.

Finally the flow began to lessen and stopped completely. I was now back up on my hands and knees, but my entire left side was wet with my own piss. It was then that I really began to appreciate the dogs for the first time. The flow coming out of my cock had stopped so they set about cleaning the piss off my body.

Ok, one thing down, one to go. It seemed to me that the easiest thing to do would be to try and squat by pushing my thighs down. I attempted that but could only go a short way, the pain in my thighs was still great. But it was the best I could do, so I started to push. In a few seconds I could feel turds exiting and dropping to the floor of the run. Guess the dogs either heard it or smelt it, don't know or care which, but like a bat out of hell they were both back there. Two fucking tongues licking my ass while I'm trying to shit. That of course was all the incentive my cock needed to rise to it's fullest. One of the dogs was attracted and began to lick it again while the other was working on my asshole.

While I am not into animal/human sex, I was in a bind and unable to physically do anything except accept what was happening. For a change, although I didn't really like the idea, it felt great and I just let the fucking dogs do whatever they wanted. It didn't take long before I started shooting my load. But wouldn't you know it, The Master, his son William and Henry the butler all chose that particular moment to show up.

"What the fuck are you doing?" the Master yelled. "You rotten, no-good, sonofabitch. I ought to shove you back in that cage and throw away the key."

"No Master, please." I pleaded in sudden fear. "I couldn't stop them. They wouldn't leave me alone."

The tears were coursing down my cheeks again and fear had gripped my guts. The fucking dogs which had caused this problem were still busy licking my ass and cock. Unable to lift my arms high enough to fend them off without falling over, I had to just endure the indignity of it all.

"Well let me tell you this kind of behavior will not be tolerated." He reprimanded. "You will have to be punished. Get the miserable fuck out of there Henry."

"Yes Sir." says Henry in his best Butlers voice. He walked over to the gate, unlocked and pulled it open. As He was unlocking the gate I was making my way to it. The two dogs were still having a grand time licking me. Young William stood there the whole time, not saying a word, but a big smirk on his miserable little cherubic face. I didn't like that boy very much after what he did to my balls, I liked him even less for that merciless smirk.

When Henry opened the gate he gave a one word command, it was too quick and unexpected for me to grasp exactly what it was. But the instant he gave it both of the dogs sat and didn't move. Now why didn't he give that command when they first arrived and he saw what the dogs where doing to me? Then it dawned on my slow, dense brain. This was all a set up. I was put in this cage on purpose knowing full well what those dogs would do. And now I was going to be punished for something that I had no control over. I was going to be punished because the Master wanted me to be punished. All of these thoughts were running through my head as Henry refastened the leash and we all started walking, well the three of them walked and I crawled, back to the mansion.

What would the punishment be? A return to the accursed cage? Fear was gripping my guts on that long crawl back and with that fear came another problem, I had to pee again.

To be continued.