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 Snake Strikes (Robert's Puppy Training) Robert 16_1

   Snake finally catches up to Robert and Linda.  It isn't the first time
Robert has been caught.  However, will he be able to escape this time?

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   By The Devil's Advocate

   1.

   Victory at last!

   Snake (real name Scott) couldn't remember the last time he'd been so
happy.  The happiness of course was in the victory, not in what he had to
go through for that victory.

   Catching Robert (16) and his sister, Linda (14), was supposed to only
take a week or two.  The manhunt ended up taking almost 6 fucking months.
Every time Snake got close to capturing him, Robert would pull a rabbit out
of his ass and escape.  He couldn't tell if Robert was good or just very
lucky.

   Snake had him now though.  All tied up in his trunk next to Linda.  As
he drove through the Mexico countryside, Snake had to admit that part of
him would miss the chase.  He was a man with many resources and it wasn't
often that he had trouble getting what he wanted.  Chasing Robert had been
a nice change of pace.  It was often frustrating, yet exciting at the same
time.

   It had been very expensive as well.  The largest expense had been while
in the U.S.  He had a variety of contacts in law enforcement and other
government agencies.  However, every one of his contacts that started
looking into Robert's whereabouts quickly dropped the job.  They all told
him the same thing...  Robert was protected and if Snake knew what was good
for him he would forget about the kid.  Of course this just made Snake want
to capture the kid even more.

   Help ended up coming from a very unexpected source...  FBI Special Agent
Rooks.  At first Snake thought it was a setup.  The biggest clue was that
Rooks contacted him first.  Then, when Snake researched Rooks, he
discovered that the man was part of the FBI's Violent Crimes Against
Children program.  The man's niece had even been kidnapped several years
back.  He was the exact type of person the FBI would send after him.

   However, it was the obviousness of it that made Snake trust the man.  If
Rooks was out to get him then he would have gone to greater extents to
disguise his identity.

   None of Snake's money went to Rooks though.  The man refused to take a
dime.  It became clear right away that Rooks wanted Robert captured.  The
key word being "captured".  Rooks made it very clear that killing Robert
was not acceptable.  He was to be captured and kept in captivity... 
preferably as a sex slave.  Snake had to wonder if maybe Robert was the one
that took Rooks' niece or arranged for it.  He didn't dare ask though.  All
that mattered was that Rooks and Snake's goals were currently aligned.

   While Rooks wouldn't take money, all the contacts he provided Snake were
not shy to ask for it.  And of course there were different contacts for
every state Robert ran through.  Altogether Snake spent close to $300,000.
He spent another $150,000 in Mexico.

   He could easily afford it but that didn't mean he was happy about
spending it.  For that kind of money he could have acquired several new sex
slaves.  However, he didn't want just any sex slave, he wanted Linda.  He
did some pretty nasty things to the girl but he could tell she was starting
to love him for it.  They were starting to get the kind of connection that
some slaves and masters never reach.

   "Agh!"

   The male muffled scream came from the trunk.  Snake glanced at his
watch. He'd expected the drugs to last at least another 30 minutes.  Having
a conscious captive in the trunk was not a good thing in Mexico.  Cops in
this area of the country were notorious for pulling people over just to
extort money out of them.  If he was caught with captives in the trunk it
could cost him at least $10,000 in bribe money.  Plus, they might not let
him keep Robert and Linda.  Luckily, he was near his destination.  He
decided to just keep going.  Pulling over to drug them again would have
even more risks.

   Twenty minutes later, Snake took a breath of relief when he pulled off
the main road.  It was another 10 miles down a winding dirt road and he
finally arrived at Carlos' farm.  As he drove up he could see Carlos
standing in the door of a nearby barn.  Carlos' hands were empty but Snake
had no doubt that a shotgun or other firearm was probably hiding just
inside the barn door.

   A smile crossed Carlos' face when he realized who was visiting.

   "Long time," Carlos said when Snake got out and greeted him.  "You bring
Jeremy back for more training?"

   Jeremy was Snake's dog.  Carlos' farm was mainly for breeding and
training dogs.  Jeremy was one of his products.  Going deep into Mexico for
a dog trainer may seem extreme.  However, Carlos' training was very...  um,
specialized.

   You could put an untrained sex slave in a cage with one of Carlos' dogs
and when you came back in a week or two the sex slave would be full
trained. Well, fully trained at being a dog's bitch anyway.

   Jeremy was trained to do this.  However, Snake seldom used the dog to
the full extent.  He also spoiled the dog rotten.  As a result, Snake had
to bring Jeremy back occasionally for refresher training.

   "Jeremy didn't come on this trip," Snake said.  "I have something even
better."

   Snake walked Carlos around the car and to the trunk.  Carlos grinned
when the trunk opened and he seen the two captives.  He had an endless
supply of dogs to train.  However, he had a very limited number of sex
slaves to train them with.  Currently, he only had a 14 year old Mexican
boy, David, and a 18 year old Mexican girl, Ana.

   Carlos acquired David about 2 years back.  The boy ran away from home
and was hitch hiking.  Carlos gave him a ride...  just not to where the boy
wanted to go.

   Ana was acquired about 4 years ago from a pony show.  She was actually
happy to be sold to Carlos.  Having sex with a dog was much better than a
pony.  Well, actually, the dogs she worked with now got their dicks deeper
in her ass and pussy than the ponies were ever allowed too.  However, here
on the farm she seldom had to perform in front of audiences.  The
humiliation factor was much lower.

   "The girl is already trained," Snake informed Carlos.  "The boy is new."

   Snake seen no reason to go into details about how or why he acquired the
two.  He didn't even see a point in letting Carlos know the two were
brother and sister.  In return, Carlos was smart enough not to ask.

   "I train him for free," Carlos quickly offered.  "Maybe 6 months."

   Carlos' English was pretty good but Snake had to verify the 6 month
part. That was an awfully long time.  It wasn't until Carlos repeated the
time period that it dawned on Snake that the man didn't really need 6
months.  He was just hoping to use Robert to help train the dogs.

   It was tempting to just give Robert to Carlos.  Not like Snake cared to
have a male sex slave.  He doubted that Agent Rooks would actually turn him
in or anything like that.  If he did then Snake could get him in trouble as
well.  Snake had given his word though that he would keep the brother and
sister together.  He'd also promised to keep both of them in good health.

   Leaving Robert behind with Carlos would violate both of those terms. 
Carlos treated his dogs a ton better than he did his sex slaves.  Carlos
seemed to have new slaves every time Snake visited.  Snake suspected that
most of the old slaves were probably buried in the nearby fields.  Most
likely victims of illness, infection, dogs that got out of control, etc.

   "I was thinking more like two months," Snake informed him.  "How about
$10,000 US.  I'll even stay and help you train him."

   Carlos thought about it for a moment.  He wasn't so fond of someone
learning his dog training techniques.  That said, he knew Snake wasn't
interested in training dogs.

   "Deal."

   Snake already had $10,000 counted out and waiting in a bag.

   "You know me too well," Carlos said as he accepted the money.

   As Carlos took the stack of cash it was clear to both parties that the
money had nothing to do with training Robert.  Carlos would have gladly
paid for use of the boy.  No, the money was for Carlos' silence in regards
to the two slaves.  It was also for the sanctuary Carlos would provide his
guests during the two months.

   "Agh!"

   Robert growled through his gag and struggled in his bonds as Carlos
tried to pull him from the trunk.

   Carlos stepped back a second in frustration and then leaned in again.

   "You're coming out of that trunk one way or the other," Carlos whispered
to Robert.  "What I do to you once you get out is up to you.  If you keep
struggling then I'll take a belt to you and whip you to an inch of your
life."

   It was a bluff.  Well, half bluff anyway.  Carlos would indeed take a
belt to the kid.  However, from his experience it was near impossible to
whip someone to death with a belt.  An actual whip...  that was a different
story.  Regardless, he knew Snake wouldn't let him punish the kid too much.

   Robert quickly went still and quiet.  His struggles were more to test
his captors than anything else.  This wasn't Robert's first time being
captured.  He also had plenty of experience as the one doing the capturing.
He knew it was good to find out right away how short a fuse his captor had
and what kind of penalty they might be willing to dish out.  He got his
answer to both questions and he wasn't pleased.  Not that he was all that
surprised.  He was already somewhat familiar with Snake.

   "Ugh!" Robert let out when Carlos pulled him from the trunk and dropped
him to the gravel driveway.

   Robert could feel the gravel dig into his side but he didn't think any
of it actually pierced the skin.  It still hurt like hell.

   Carlos pulled out a knife and cut the duct tape holding Robert's feet
together.  He then pulled Robert up and marched him to a nearby barn.

   It was a short walk but Robert still managed to get a feel for the land.
They were in the middle of nowhere.  Even if he could break free of Carlos
it was doubtful he could run far before they would catch him again.

   "I have all kinds of fun things in mind for you," Carlos said with a
grin.  "I think later you are going to wish you had tried harder to stay in
the trunk."

   Carlos sat Robert down on a stool.  He glanced at Robert's feet and then
went to a nearby wall.  There was a series of nails sticking out of the
wall with ragged looking pairs of shoes hanging from them.

   Carlos had plenty of adult size shoes.  Over the years at least 90% of
his slaves were adults.  Adults were a lot cheaper to purchase.  Only in
recent years has he been trying mainly for younger slaves.  The younger
ones were not only easier to handle but didn't seem to get seriously sick
as often.  They also healed much faster.  The best part though was that the
younger slave's holes took much longer to stretch out.  That meant more
yelling and struggling which in turn meant better training for the dogs.

   He grabbed a pair of shoes and went back to Robert.

   Robert knew what the shoes were before they even went on.  There were
dozens of small nails hammered into the soles.  He couldn't feel them yet
but he knew they were there.  If he tried to run or even walk the rubber
soles of the shoes would compress and the nails would go into the bottom of
his feet.

   As Carlos put the 2nd shoe on, Robert was already looking for a good
spot on the ground to drop to his knees.  Thankfully, the barn had a dirt
floor.

   "Stand," Carlos commanded once the shoes were in place.

   Robert was tempted to just go to his knees.  It would rob Carlos of the
fun of seeing him in pain.  However, if he gave away that he knew about the
trick of the shoes then Carlos would just find some other way to hurt him.
Plus, it would become harder to get Carlos to let his guard down if he knew
Robert had experience in this area.  Granted, Snake might know this
already. Better safe than sorry.

   "Ah!" Robert screamed from behind his gag as he tried to stand.

   The scream was not an act.  The shoes had hurt like hell.  He quickly
fell to his knees.  The hardest part, however, was listening to Carlos'
laughter.

   "Yeah, laugh it up asshole," Robert thought to himself.  "Just wait
until you let your guard down.  Then we will be seeing who is laughing."

   Carlos got Robert on his hands and knees and then pulled out a large
knife and cut Robert's clothes off.  Carlos mumbled something in Spanish
when he removed Robert's pants and underwear.  The only word Robert could
make out was "grande"...  large.

   Robert was used to this reaction.  His cock was close to 12 inches long
and 3.5" thick.  He had large balls to go along with it.  He wasn't hard
right now but his equipment still looked impressive.

   Carlos couldn't help but toy with it a little.  During his youth, Carlos
was strictly a pussy man.  However, through the years there have been many
times when all he had available to him were male slaves.  He'd even come to
enjoy playing with them.  That said, he would never suck a cock or take one
up his ass.  Heck, he seldom even touched a male slave down there.  He
couldn't resist touching this slave's cock though.  He just had to see it
get hard.

   Carlos wasn't disappointed.  Robert was almost fully hard in a matter of
seconds.

   "I think he likes you."

   Both Carlos and Robert looked toward the door to see Snake standing
there holding Linda over his shoulder.  Carlos giggled at the comment. 
Robert just looked back down at the ground in shame.

   Robert was not only ashamed but also angry with himself for getting
erect.  Carlos was at least 60 years old.  The old man's skin wasn't that
wrinkly but it was pretty worn from too much sun exposure.  His hands were
rather dry and his calluses felt like sand paper.  On top of all of that,
the man was...  well, ugly.

   Being touched by the man should make him go soft, not hard.  Sadly,
Robert knew exactly why he got hard.  It was because Carlos reminded him of
his grandfather...  in a way.  The one and only other time Robert was ever
captured was by his own grandfather.  Well, actually it was his uncle that
captured him.  However, it was his grandfather that ended up abusing Robert
the most.  You can read about it in the story, "Enslaving Robert".

   Robert obviously got free from his grandfather.  However, a part of him
never escaped.  For many months a part of him wanted to go crawling back.
He thought he had since rid himself of all these horrible feelings. 
However, being in the hands of another old man has brought all those
repressed memories crashing back down on him.

   "Good luck getting a cage on that monster," Snake said with a laugh as
he turned and left the barn.

   Carlos laughed.  However, he had no plans of putting a cock cage on
Robert.  That wasn't his style.  You put a cock cage on a slave and within
a few weeks they would be so horny they would fall in love with anything
that moves...  to include the dogs.

   That might be good if your goal was just to tame the slave.  Carlos
didn't like his slaves too tame.  He needed the slaves to be a little
reluctant in order to properly train the dogs.

   If you had a new dog you normally would get the slave hard before
putting them together.  The slave was less reluctant when hard.  To give a
greater challenge for the higher trained dogs you milk the slave just
seconds before putting them together.  Of course, after a few months or so
the slaves become passive regardless of when you milk them.  Even if you
train a slave to act reluctant, it still isn't the same since the dogs can
sense the difference.  That's part of why Carlos was so happy to have a new
slave to work with.  Even if it was only for a short time.

   "Agh!" Robert grunted when Carlos grabbed hold of the boy's nuts and
pulled.

   The tug on his balls hurt but it was nothing compared to what his
grandfather had done to him.  Robert was concerned, however, when he felt
something hard and cold being fastened around his nut sack.  When Carlos
let go, Robert felt his balls being pulled down ward.  Robert look back
below himself to see a thick black tube hanging down with his two huge nuts
protruding out the end of it.

   "That is your leash," Carlos informed him.  "If you try to go somewhere
you aren't supposed to then you will get a shock."

   "AHH!!!"

   The shock only lasted a couple seconds but it was enough to knock Robert
to his side on the ground.  The electricity went through his balls, down
his sack and then into the other end of the tube.  To Robert it felt like
someone was standing on his balls.  The pain only lasted for a few seconds
after the electricity turned off, but Robert was positive his balls had
been smashed to bits.  However, when he looked at them they seemed
unharmed.

   "As you can see, I have a remote that allows me to activate it as well,"
Carlos said with a chuckle.  "If you know what is good for you then you
will be nice to Carlos."

   Robert hated people that talked about themselves in the third person. 
It was the furthest thing from his mind right now though.  All he cared
about was not getting shocked like that again.  To show Carlos his
willingness to avoid the shock he vigorously nodded agreement.  He also got
back up on his hands and knees.

   "Good boy," Carlos praised.

   As reward, Carlos informed Robert of all the places in the barn that
were off limits.  Had Robert not been a good boy then Carlos would have
just let Robert discover the areas on his own.  Not that it really mattered
much.  He was sure that once left alone Robert would probably test the
areas anyway.  The slaves always did.

   Carlos went on to warn against tampering with the device.  One of his
prior slaves actually found a way of blocking the contacts by sticking hay
and dirt between his ball sack and the device.  Carlos had to have
modifications made to the device.  It was still possible to block the
contacts, however, the device now alerted Carlos when it happened.

   Once the ball device lecture was over, Carlos gave a quick tour.  The
first spot was a hole at one end of the barn where the boy could go to the
bathroom whenever he needed.  They then walked to one side of the barn.

   "This is your stall over here," Carlos said as he motioned for Robert to
crawl into it.  "If you are good then I will leave the stall door open so
you can move around the barn a little.  If you are bad then it's just the
stall for you."

   Hay covered the floor of the stall.  The stall was just big enough to
lay down in.  He could see the confined space becoming very boring if he
was left in it for too many hours.  Not that the rest of the barn looked
all that exciting either.  It then dawned on him that the real penalty
wasn't the boredom but the fact that if he was kept in the small space then
he would have to use the bathroom there as well.  That would mean sleeping
in the same area as his toilet.

   "Hands," Carlos ordered as he grabbed some leather gloves from a nearby
bench.

   Robert frowned when the gloves came into view.  He'd seen these types of
gloves before.  Once on, your hands were forced into fists and were pretty
much useless for most activities.  The gloves sucked but they were still
better than having your hands cuffed behind your back or something like
that.  Not that there was anything preventing Carlos from doing that also.

   Robert reluctantly put out his right hand so it could be gloved. 
However, when Carlos reached forward Robert grabbed hold of him.  Robert's
plan was to pull Carlos into stall and beat the shit out of him.  Carlos
was a big man but Robert had assumed none of his mass was muscle.  He
assumed wrong.  Carlos easily broke free.  A half second later Robert was
screaming behind his gag and convulsing on the floor of the stall as
electricity shot through his balls.

   The electricity shot through his balls much longer this time.  It lasted
about 30 seconds but it had felt like an eternity.  It was so painful that
Robert started to black out.

   Robert's vision cleared just soon enough to see a plastic bag coming
toward his face.  The bag was over his head before he could react.  A
second later he found himself struggling for air.  He pounded at Carlos
with his fists but they had little effect.  He even tried to puncture the
bag with his fingers but the plastic was too thick.  All he managed to do
was burn up what little oxygen was already in his system.  Within a min
Robert couldn't even lift his hands.  Right when he felt he was on the
verge of passing out the bag was removed.

   With his mouth still gagged, it took Robert over 2 minutes to finally
catch his breath through his nose.

   "Hands," Carlos ordered again.

   Robert offered his hands and gave no further resistance as Carlos gloved
them.  Robert inspected the gloves once they were in place.  The leather
was rather thick.  The gloves also had scrapes and marks all over them. 
They had clearly been used on other slaves in the past.

   "Good boy," Carlos said as he patted Robert on the head and then began
removing the gag.

   "I've got money..."

   SLAP!

   The slap across Robert's face was so hard that it almost knocked him
onto his side.  Robert knew he would probably get punished for trying to
talk but he had to at least try.

   Carlos didn't really mind that much when his slaves begged.  It added
realism for the dogs' training.  That said, it was always good to show a
slave right away that he was willing to dish out punishments when
necessary.

   Besides, there wasn't anything Robert was going to say that Carlos
hadn't already heard a dozen times before.  The adult slaves always offered
money...  whether they had it or not.

   Carlos made a decent living but he was always looking for more money. 
That said, no amount of money was going to get him to let a slave loose. 
There were just too many risks.  Plus, if there was a safe way of acquiring
the money then after a few weeks of training the slave would give up the
info anyway.  Sure, Carlos might have to give the slave something in return
still.  However, it certainly wouldn't be freedom.  Usually it was just a
day off or maybe a tube of lube.  Normally, though, it turned out that the
slave had no money at all.

   Carlos led Robert to a post not far from the toilet area.  Robert
noticed this post earlier.  It was impossible not to notice it.  There was
a double hose coming out of one side of it.  The hose went several feet and
then through the wall of the barn.

   While the hose was interesting, it was the other side of the post that
really grabbed Robert's attention.  Hanging off the other side was a 9"
long, 2" thick dildo.  The dildo was modified though.  It had a large hole
in the tip about 3/4ths of an inch thick.  It didn't take a genius to know
that the hole had something to do with the hose going out the back end of
the post.

   "That's your charger," Carlos informed him.

   Robert looked at the dildo and then at Carlos in confusion.  He assumed
something got lost in translation.  Carlos started to explain but cut
himself off.  It was easier to just show the slave.

   "Oh!" Robert let out when Carlos grabbed hold of his balls.

   Carlos guided Robert back until the end of the dildo was pressing
against the boy's asshole.

   "Ah!  It's too big!" Robert complained as Carlos pushed him back against
the dildo.

   Carlos probably should have disciplined Robert.  Instead, he just
chuckled.  He found it very unlikely that the dildo was too big for the
boy. None of the slaves that came into Carlos' possession were ever
virgins. Even the little boy hitchhiking hadn't been an anal virgin. 
Though, Carlos had to admit that the dildo had been a bit large for the boy
and a few other slaves.  It always ended up fitting though.

   "Oh!" Robert grunted as the head of the dildo popped inside.

   The next 7" of dildo slid in pretty smoothly.  That last couple inches
though weren't that comfortable.  They fit inside though.

   What came next caught Robert by surprise.  Carlos grabbed the tube
around Robert's ball sack and pressed it back against the post.  There was
a snapping sound.  When Carlos removed his hand, Robert could still feel
the tube pulling toward the post.

   Robert glanced underneath himself and seen that the tube was connected
to some kind of electrical device with a blinking red light.  Robert had
been so focused on the dildo that he hadn't even noticed the black box
underneath.

   "When it blinks green that means your leash is fully charged," Carlos
informed him.  "Every morning you are to hook yourself up like this.  If I
come in and find you are not fully charged then you will be punished."

   Robert couldn't believe the man actually expected him to recharge the
evil device used to torture his balls.  Yet, Robert already knew he would
obey.  It was an uncomfortable and humiliating procedure, but it was better
than punishment.

   Robert was about to find out that the procedure was even worse than he
thought.  There was a whirring noise that started up somewhere on the other
side of the barn wall where the hose led.  A moment later Robert felt cold
water come out the end of the dildo and start to fill his intestines.

   The temperature of the human body is 98.6 degrees.  Though, in the hot
barn Robert felt more like 120.  The water going inside him was maybe 65 to
70 degrees.  To say it felt cold would be an understatement.  His insides
protested against the temperature difference.  He started cramping and his
instinct was to try to push it all out.

   "I wouldn't let any of that leak out if I was you," Carlos warned him.
"Your charger is pretty waterproof but it has been known to shock a few
slaves when it gets wet."

   Robert quickly tightened his hole around the dildo.  Not that it wasn't
already pretty damn tight back there.

   The water built up pressure inside him.  Right when he was sure it was
going to spill out of him the pressure suddenly reversed.  He could feel
everything being sucked back the other direction.  He went completely empty
and then the pressure reversed and he was filling up with fresh water
again.

   Robert knew about enema machines.  He could never really afford one.  He
was rather surprised this man could.  He got a little concerned when he
realized that it might be a homemade device.  He got even more concerned
when he started wondering about the water being used.  He'd heard all kinds
of horror stories about how you shouldn't drink the Mexican water.  And
here he had it being pumped up his asshole.

   "That will get you clean inside," Carlos informed him.

   Robert had to bite his tongue.  Like any idiot wouldn't know the purpose
of an enema.

   "The cleaning takes 30 minutes," Carlos continued.  "If you pull free
before the 30 minutes is over it will leave a mess all over the ground.  If
I find a mess on the ground you will be punished."

   Carlos spent the next 15 minutes going over various slave rules, etc. 
It was a long list but most of it was common sense.  Once he got to the end
of the list Carlos just turned and walked out.  It seemed a bit bazaar to
just be left like that.  Robert would have never left a slave alone without
tying them up or something.  Granted, the shoes and gloves kept him from
doing much and the ball leash restricted the area in which he could do it.

   Still, Robert's instinct was to pull away from the dildo and attempt an
escape.  He was confined, yet it didn't really feel like confinement.  He
managed to override his instincts.  That said, he did spend the next 15
minutes looking underneath himself at the tube on his ball sack.

   He could tell right away this device was not home built.  It was a bit
dirty and warn but it was clearly professionally made.  It also looked very
sturdy.  The worst part was that he seen no locks or key holes.  That meant
the thing probably had an electronic key mechanism.

   The light on the charger was already green but he remained on the dildo
until it finally stopped.  It did one last injection and removal and then
the mechanical noise from the other side of the wall went dead.

   Robert remained on the dildo for another couple minutes before he
convinced himself it was okay to unhook himself.  Robert slowly crawled
away from the post.  His ball leash held onto the charger for a second and
then popped free.  He then crawled further until the dildo popped out of
his hole.  Robert felt empty inside but he was still glad to be free of the
huge dildo.

   As Robert explored around the barn, Carlos was in the house making
himself some dinner.  He had hidden cameras in the barn.  He wondered how
long it would take Robert to notice the door was "accidentally" left partly
open.  He also wondered if Robert would take the bait.

   Robert seen the door but was hesitant to formulate an escape plan.  It
just seemed to convenient.  To much like a trap.

   Yet, what if it wasn't a trap?  What if this turns out to be his only
chance at escape?  There was little doubt that Carlos planned to abuse him
sexually.  Robert had been through that before and had no desire to go
through it again.  Not really anyway.

   Before committing to a plan, Robert wanted to first find out how close
he could get to the door before his ball leash would shock him.  He slowly
crawled toward the door.  He got a good shock about 10 feet away.  He
backed up and caught his breath.  It had hurt like hell but he was sure he
could still run 10 feet under that much pain.

   He listened carefully to make sure no one was outside.  He couldn't hear
anyone so he started working on the gloves.  He spent 5 minutes and didn't
make an ounce of progress on them.  He finally gave up on them.  It would
have been nice to have use of his hands but they weren't necessarily vital
for his plan.

   The plan was simple, make it outside and run like hell.  If no one seen
him run out of the barn then he could get a substantial lead before anyone
noticed him missing.  Heck, Carlos might wait another couple hours before
coming out to the barn again.

   He knew he was in the middle of nowhere but he guessed that if he kept
going in one direction he would surely run into someone within 10 to 15
miles.  The bottoms of his feet would be in bad shape by then but he would
be free at least.  Besides, if he runs across something sharp along the way
he might be able to cut the gloves off and use them as make shift shoes. 
Yeah, it wasn't the best plan in the world but it was all he had to work
with.

   The shoes weren't easy to get off but they were never meant to be
inescapable.  Plus, Carlos hadn't fastened them as tight as he normally
would.

   Robert stood facing the door.  He took a moment to enjoy the calm before
the storm.  The pain from the ball leash would be bad but he knew the real
pain would come from all the damage that was going to happen to the bottoms
of his feet.

   He took a few deep breaths and then bolted toward the door.  Just before
the 10 foot mark he leaped in the air.  He knew he wouldn't make the full
distance but it would reduce how many steps he would need to take.  The
pain in his balls was intense but he still barely managed to control his
muscles just enough to keep from falling when he landed.  His ability to
run, however, was lost.  He could barely walk straight under so much pain.
His instinct was to fall to the ground but he knew that would just make
things worse.

   It was only a few steps though before he got outside.  The pain didn't
end though.  It dawned on him that the sensor must extend another 10 feet
outside the door.  He ended up having to crawl the last of it but he made
it.  The pain had been so intense though that he had to lay there for a
full minute before he could stand again.  As he laid there he told himself
he would rather die than go through that kind of pain again.

   As he stood he quickly surveyed the area.  He was pleased that no one
seemed to have noticed him leaving the barn.  Or at least he seen no one
running to capture him.

   He decided the best route would be to follow the gravel road for maybe a
mile and then cut off into the woods.  It would be a risk to stay near the
road for that first mile but there could be traps in the woods immediately
around the farm.  Or at least that is where Robert would have put them.

   2.

   "How long are you going to give him?" Snake asked with a chuckle.

   "Ten minutes should be a good enough head start."

   Snake wasn't a big fan for giving slaves hope for escape.  However, he
was a guest here.  Besides, Carlos has good reason for this little
exercise. It was good training for the dogs.

   About 20 minutes later Robert had long since left the main road and was
deep in the woods.  It was then, however, that he heard a dog barking in
the distance.  There was little doubt in his mind that the dog was coming
for him.

   If this was a movie it would be easy to escape.  He would just jump off
a small cliff into a raging river...  pass out...  then wake up safe and
sound 20 miles down stream.  Now all he had to do was find a raging river
in the middle of what equated to a desert.

   Even the trees didn't look like they had seen water in some time.  Half
were dead and the other half were some kind of cactus trees.  And of course
there were plenty of cactus needles on the ground for him to step on. 
Leaving a nice blood trail for the dogs.  Fuck his feet hurt!

   Robert was amazed at how fast the dog was gaining on him.  This
definitely wasn't like the movies.  He knew he should give up and just try
to climb a tree and stay there until Carlos came to fetch him.  However,
his instinct to flee was too great.  Who knows, maybe that imaginary river
is just around the corner.

   By the time Robert finally came to his senses it was too late.  The
barking was less than a block away and he knew he would never get up in a
tree in time.  Not with these damn gloves on.  Robert just kept running.

   The barking suddenly stopped about a half block away and there was eerie
silence.  A few seconds later there was the sound of something racing
across the sand toward him.

   "Damn he's coming fast!" Robert thought in fear.

   A second later something heavy hit him from behind.  He was then tasting
dirt and sand.  Robert spit the gunk out of his mouth and used his tongue
to do a quick survey of his teeth.  All present and accounted for.

   His hands helped slow the fall but the damn gloves had slipped a lot in
the sand.  His face hit hard but apparently not hard enough to do any
serious damage.  He was stunned for only a second or two but he didn't dare
try to jump back to his feet.  He could hear the dog growling right next to
him.

   Dogs scared the hell out of Robert.  Sure, he always acted tough around
them so they would know who is boss.  However, he could tell from the sound
of the growl that this dog already knew who was in charge.

   Robert could also tell the dog was well trained.  He was pretty sure
that any other dog that sounded as angry as this one would be chewing him
to bits right now.

   Very slowly Robert lifted himself up to his hands and knees.  The dog's
growl dimmed as he did this.  It wasn't until Robert glanced over at the
dog that the beast's growl started increasing again.  Getting the hint,
Robert quickly averted his eyes.

   Robert had better things to look at anyway.  An escape route to be
specific.  He spotted a tree about 10 yards away that might be of use.  The
thing was half tree and half cactus.  It had several low hanging branches
full of needles.

   The thick leather gloves on his hands would actually work to his
advantage if he could reach the tree.  If he could get to the tree the
gloves would protect his hands as he pushed the branches down to ward off
the dog.  If he managed to get a few needles in the dog then the beast
might even take off.  That was the theory anyway.

   The dog's growl got louder as Robert started to slowly raise himself up
further.  Right when his hands left the ground the dog let out a loud bark.

   "AH!" Robert screamed as intense pain shot from his balls.

   Robert fell back to the ground and for an instant he thought for sure
the dog had bit his balls.  However, the pain suddenly disappeared.  He
then realized the dog hadn't bit him at all.  He'd been electrocuted by the
ball device.

   Robert remembered Carlos' remote control for the device.  If the signal
was reaching him then that meant Carlos wasn't far behind.  Robert quickly
recovered and started to get to his feet again.

   When his hands left the ground the dog barked yet again.  And again the
pain shot through Robert's balls.  He fell back down and grabbed hold of
his balls the best he could with the gloves.

   The ball device went off both times the dog barked.  Robert had a very
bad feeling.  He looked over at the dog out of the corner of his eye.  Sure
enough, the dog had a barking collar on him.  This collar no doubt was not
there to shock the dog each time it barked.  It was there to send a signal
to Robert's ball device each time the dog barked.

   The dog was in control of Robert's ball device.  What a horribly evil
setup.  Robert was disappointed that he hadn't thought it up himself.

   Robert thought for a moment but couldn't think of a way out of his
situation.  He finally gave up and just laid there.  The dog didn't seem
happy with that either though.  The dog's growl got louder and louder the
longer Robert laid there.  There was then a bark followed by white pain.

   When Robert recovered from the pain he got up on his hands and knees. 
The dog had seemed happy with that earlier.  Sure enough, the dog's growl
tapered off.

   "Get the fuck away from me!" Robert protested when the dog came up to
him and started sniffing at his rear end.

   There was a bark and Robert was in pain again.  Robert curled up in a
ball on the ground for a moment but then quickly got back to his hands and
knees when the dog started growling.

   The dog's name was Diablo.  The name was rather trite.  Carlos lost
track of exactly how many dogs he'd trained named Diablo.  Sometimes he
would even have 2 or 3 in training at the same time with the name.  That
would become confusing at times.

   Carlos had to admit though that the name was fitting considering the
type of training the dogs were receiving.  Once the training was complete
the dogs would make even the Devil himself proud to own them.

   Diablo could smell the fear on Robert.  He knew that smell well.  All
his bitches had that smell.  Or at least they had that smell shortly after
meeting him.

   There were exceptions of course.  For example, the old man that fed and
trained him for some reason did not fear Diablo's bark.  There were guests
sometimes that also were unaffected by it.  It confused Diablo sometimes
but it normally didn't take him long to figure out who was affected by his
bark and who wasn't.

   This human was definitely affected by it.  The boy had a strange smell
though.  He smelled a lot like an alpha.  Yet, there was a definite stench
of fear on him.  Diablo could only guess this alpha took a wrong turn and
got lost.  He was on Diablo's turf now.

   "You're going to learn who the real alpha around here is," Diablo
growled.

   Diablo's instincts told him to attack.  However, he knew the old man
wouldn't like that.  And the old man controlled the food and other
niceties. Besides, he knew an even better way to put an alpha want-a-be in
their place.

   He circled the human and then quickly mounted.  Diablo was a very large
dog.  He wrapped one of his front legs around the boy but had to keep his
other one free to help manage his balance.  That one leg around the boy
held on tight though.  He knew how much a human could buck the first time
you rode them.  This human was no different.  He bucked and tried to crawl
out from underneath.

   "Just wait until I get my dick up inside you," Diablo growled.  "Then
you will really have a reason to struggle."

   Diablo was a bit impressed by how much the human struggled.  The old man
rarely provided Diablo with new bitches but when one was presented they
always struggled.  However, most of them seemed a lot more docile than this
human.  Of course, Diablo's long term bitches were extremely docile by now.
He need only walk over to them and they quickly get into position.

   Right when Diablo thought he was going to have to dismount and bark a
few times, the human finally started to settle down.  They all settle down
eventually.  Having well over 100 pounds of hot Bloodhound on your back
will tire about anyone out.

   Not that Diablo came from a pure Bloodhound blood line.  Not even close.
His family lived in the streets and nearby woods for several generations
and they weren't that picky about what they fucked.  When he was younger
some of the older dogs teased him that he had some cat in him even.  Diablo
knew that wasn't true.  Who ever heard of a dog fucking a cat?  Of course,
until his new owner captured him, Diablo had never heard of a dog fucking a
human either.  And now he did it all the time.

   Diablo was pretty sure though that he had no cat in him.  Maybe some
German Shepherd and a few other dog breeds.  However, he liked to think of
himself as a Bloodhound.  Or at least that is what he felt his siblings
most resembled.  Not that he really gave it much thought or even really
understood the true concept of breeds.  He just knew one type of dog looked
and smelled more like his siblings than others did.

   With the human settling down, Diablo put more attention toward entering
his new bitch.  Finding the hole wasn't that hard.  It was getting inside
the tight orifice that took some work.  His cock was a good 1.75" thick and
at least 8" long...  not counting the knot which was around 3.5 inches
thick.  It was always a tight fit the first dozen or so times he bred a
bitch.

   Getting inside was always a frustrating process but Diablo was used to
it.  He just kept stabbing at the hole over and over.

   "AHHH!"

   Once you get the tip in you have to drive the whole thing home or the
bitch will force it back out.  The bitches always scream but it was music
to Diablo's ears.  The screams, grunts and crying are how you know you are
doing it right.

   "Take that dick," Diablo growled as he started humping at full speed.

   The human was struggling again but that was to be expected.  It didn't
concern Diablo.  He knew that once he got inside there was no escape for
the human.  All Diablo had to do was hold on tight and keep pumping.

   "Looks like Diablo has a new girlfriend."

   Robert looked back to see Carlos standing there laughing at his own
joke. Robert gave the man a look of anger.  He wanted to scream at the man
to get the dog off.  However, he feared the dog would start barking.  Plus,
he was new Carlos would never grant the request.

   Robert's anger quickly turned to a blush of embarrassment when he seen
Snake and Linda approaching.  Robert quickly looked down in humiliation. 
He couldn't believe his own sister and sex slave was seeing him like this.
This was even worse than when she got to see their grandfather abuse him.

   Robert didn't ponder on the memory for long.  He had more urgent
concerns, like the beast relentlessly pounding away at his sore asshole. 
He continued to struggle to get free for another minute or so before he
finally settled down and let the dog have his way.

   "I'm being fucked by a dog!  I'm being fucked by a dog!"

   The voice in his head kept screaming it over and over.  Yet, he couldn't
bring himself to struggle anymore.  He was just too tired, both physically
and emotionally.  He even went down onto his elbows and rested his head
against the ground in order to catch his breath.

   The side of his face slid back and forth in the hot sand as the beast
continued to pound away at him.  He could feel the dog slobbering on his
back and neck and could smell the dog's bad breath.  Everything about the
breeding disgusted Robert.

   As bad as it was, Robert knew the worst was yet to come.  He could
already feel the animal's large knot pounding against his hole on each
thrust.  The thing felt way too large to ever possibly fit.  Yet, he had
seen enough dog sex videos to know the animal wouldn't be happy until the
knot went inside.

   "Uh.  Uh.  Uh," Robert grunted over and over on each thrust.

   At first he tightened his hole as much as possible to help keep the knot
out.  However, it wasn't long before his anal muscles started to tire.  The
knot started entering a little bit further on each thrust.  This of course
caused even more pain.

   Robert knew the only way to reduce the pain of the ordeal would be to
relax his hole and try to help the knot get inside.  It would be one large
burst of pain when the knot entered but at least he would vastly reduce the
number of smaller bursts of pain beforehand.

   It was a good theory but his instinct was to resist.  It took him over a
minute to convince himself to follow through with the plan.

   "That's it, help him get that knot inside," Carlos said with a chuckle
when he seen the boy obviously concentrating on relaxing his muscles.

   Carlos was laughing but the truth was that he was impressed with Robert.
Most slaves didn't learn to give in to the knot until their 4th or 5th
breeding.  Some never gave their hole up freely like this.  Of course,
their holes become so loose over time that it never really mattered much.

   "Uh."

   "Uh."

   "Uh!"

   "UH!"

   "OH!"

   "AHHH!"

   It was clear to everyone that the knot had gone in.  Diablo tried to
hump a few more times but the grip on his knot was way too tight.  In a few
months the hole would probably loosen enough to fuck the knot in and out
but Diablo knew that just wasn't in the cards today.

   It was Snake's turn to humiliate the boy.

   "He's got you now," Snake chuckled

   Robert did his best to ignore the laughter.  Instead he just moaned in
pain and did his best to catch his breath.  Robert's heart skipped a beat
when Diablo started growling.  The growl seemed 100 times worse with the
animal right on top of him.  Not only did it seem much louder but he could
feel the dog vibrating as it growled.  He could even feel the dog's cock
vibrating.

   "He likes to have his knot massaged," Carlos informed him.

   Carlos normally let new bitches figure this out on their own.  It was
usually a very painful lesson also.  Normally the dog would growl and then
bark.  Once the bitch recovered from the shock the dog would wait and then
growl and bark again.  The dog would repeat this until the breeding was
over or until the bitch figured out what they were supposed to be doing to
please the dog.

   Telling Robert the secret was a huge reward, whether Robert realized it
or not.  Carlos felt Robert deserved it.  It had been a long time since
Carlos had seen a new bitch take to dog cock so easily.  Robert was still
very far from being a willing participant.  However, he had put up
considerably less struggle than most.

   "Oh, he likes that," Snake said with a chuckle when Diablo's growl was
replaced with a happy pant.

   "That's a good bitch," Carlos said as he knelt down next to Robert. 
"Keep milking that knot."

   As he said this, Carlos helped Diablo dismount.  He turned Diablo such
that Robert and the dog were butt to butt with the knot still deeply
embedded.  It would be at least another 5 to 10 minutes before the knot
would shrink enough to disconnect the two.

   "I think you like this," Carlos whispered to Robert when he seen the
boy's hard dick.  "I think maybe you are in love with Diablo."

   Snake overheard the comment and couldn't help but laugh.  Robert just
hung his head and blushed in humiliation.

   Carlos reached down and gave Robert's cock a couple strokes.  Carlos
seldom ever pleasured his bitches.  However, Robert's cock was too
impressive not to touch.  It was the largest cock Carlos had ever seen.

   "Why don't you help your brother out," Snake told Linda.

   Linda didn't hesitate to obey.  She knew from her prior experience with
Snake that he was not someone you wanted to disobey.

   Linda hurried over and knelt down and took Robert's huge cock in her
hands.  She then started masturbating her brother.  Doing sexual things
with her brother was nothing new for Linda.  She pleasured her brother
almost every day.  Still, it was a little embarrassing for her to do it in
front of Carlos and Snake.

   Between Linda's expert hands and the large knot pressing against his
prostate, Robert didn't last long.

   "Mm...  OH!" Robert let out less than a minute later as he shot a huge
load of cum into the dry sand below him.

   "Impressive," Carlos said more to himself than anyone else.

   "He's not for sale," Snake said with a laugh.

   Snake knew Carlos all too well.  A man with a cock Robert's size could
make okay money doing pornos in Mexico.  He could make considerably more
money if he was willing to do some of the more extreme videos.  As Robert's
owner, Carlos could make the boy do all those videos and much more.

   While Snake's agreement with Rooks prevented him from selling the boy,
that didn't mean he couldn't rent Robert out from time to time.  It was
something to think about.

   "OH!" Robert let out a few minutes later as Diablo's knot finally popped
out.

   Robert went red with embarrassment as a stream of dog cum started
running out his hole.  He did his best to tighten his asshole but his anal
ring muscles were just too worn out at the moment.

   Diablo was far from finished with Robert.  However, Carlos wanted to get
out of the woods before the sun went all the way down.  He ordered Diablo
away and then leaned back down and put a collar and leash on Robert. 
Carlos stood and then gave the leash a tug.  Robert got the hint and
started crawling.

   Carlos went at a rather fast pace.  It took them about 15 minutes to
reach the gravel road.  By then Robert's knees were pretty well scratched
up by all the sand, rocks and cactus needles.  Thankfully, Carlos had
brought his pickup truck.  Carlos and Snake sat up front while Robert,
Diablo and Linda bounced around in the bed.

   3.

   "AH!"

   It was 5 a.m.  and Robert was abruptly woken by a shock from his ball
device.  For a second he didn't know where he was.  Then, the prior day's
events came rushing back to him.  His face went red with a mix of anger and
humiliation.

   Robert couldn't believe he had been fucked by a dog.  The worst part is
how he had gotten hard and then later climaxed while being knotted with the
beast.

   "AH!"

   Robert screamed as the ball device went off again.  It wasn't until then
that he remembered Carlos telling him something the day prior about the
morning routine.  He would get shocks every minute until he connected
himself to the enema hose and charger.

   He went to stand but remembered the nail shoes had been put back on him.
Instead, he quickly crawled to the enema dildo sticking out of the post and
lined it up.  His goal was to quickly insert it before the next shock. 
However, his asshole was very sore from Diablo's fucking.  He only got it
in half way before the ball device went off again.

   "AH!"

   Robert fell forward and off the dildo.  Fuck that ball device hurt!  Not
only did it hurt but the pain seemed to linger longer after each shock.  He
feared that if he got one or two more shocks the pain might never go away.

   He quickly lined the dildo back up with his asshole the best he could
with his mitts on.  He then gritted his teeth and pushed back.  It hurt
like hell but he got the whole thing up his ass in one go.  He got lucky
and was able to plug his ball device into the charger on the first try.

   Robert sighed with relief as the seconds ticked by and no shock came. 
He could only guess that the ball device was incapable of delivering shocks
while it was being charged.

   "Oh!"

   His relief was short lived.  A half minute after connecting himself to
the charger, cold water rushed out the tip of the dildo and deep into his
bowels.  The water felt even colder than the day before.  His instinct was
to pull away but he knew better.  Instead, he started panting and bore
through the painful cramps.

   The enema was agonizing but it wasn't as bad as the day prior.  He was
sure this was because he was already pretty much empty inside.  Still, he
had to suffer through the machine going through it's full cycle.  The peak
of which seemed to pump at least a half gallon of cold water into him.

   His ball device was fully charged by the time the enema machine whirred
to a stop.  Robert slowly pulled forward until he popped free of the
charger and dildo.  He only got about 2 feet away though before he had to
lay down.  He was light headed.  Not only had he not eaten in about 24
hours but what little food that was in his body had made it to his bowels
and that had just gotten sucked out his asshole.

   As he laid there he could hear Carlos outside in the distance.  Robert
guessed the man was probably feeding the dogs.  The dogs were amazingly
quiet.  They barked but not that frequently.  Robert cringed in fear each
time they did.  He expected his ball device to go off each time he heard a
bark.  It never did.  He could only guess that the dogs either weren't
wearing the special bark collars or the range was very short on them.

   Robert didn't pull himself back to his hands and knees until he heard
Carlos opening the front of the barn.  He looked up at Carlos with anger.
What little defiance he had quickly disappeared when he seen the smile on
Carlos' face.  He just knew Carlos was remembering the prior day's
activities in the woods.  Robert blushed with embarrassment and humiliation
and looked down at the ground.

   "Good boy," Carlos praised as he inspected the area near the enema
dildo.

   Carlos chuckled when he seen Robert's blush deepen.  This early in
training the new puppies are always extremely embarrassed by praise.  It
was very cute and often a turn on to see.  Unfortunately, after a month or
so of training most of the embarrassment disappears and they usually only
show happiness and pride when you praise them.  Not that there was anything
wrong with a puppy showing happiness and pride.  In fact, it was a very
good sign that the puppy was close to being fully broken in.

   Robert was angry with himself.  He was well aware that embarrassment and
humiliation were key ingredients for training a new slave.  He had promised
himself he would keep both of them under control.  Yet, here he was
blushing like a school girl.

   Carlos knelt down.  Robert knew better than to complain or pull away as
Carlos began inspecting him.  In a way Robert was actually pleased for the
inspection.  It was a good sign that his captor cared enough to check his
health.  It meant that Carlos didn't plan to kill him.  Or at least that he
didn't plan to kill him anytime soon.

   Robert gritted his teeth in discomfort as Carlos ran his rough fingers
over various scrapes and bruises.

   "Oh!" Robert let out when Carlos found and plucked out a cactus needle.

   Carlos found a total of about 20 such needles by the time he finished.
Carlos then pulled a small container from his pants pocket and opened it.

   "AH!  Oh!  Oh!"

   The container had some kind of ointment and Carlos was applying it to
all the scrapes and stuff.  The ointment stung like hell.  Robert knew the
sting was a good sign that it was working but he still wasn't happy about
it.  Robert could barely hold himself up by the time Carlos finished with
the final scrape.

   Robert was just starting to calm down when Carlos forced a large finger
up the boy's asshole.

   "AHHHHH!"

   The finger was thickly coated with the ointment and the pain was worse
than anything he had felt before.  It hurt even more than Diablo's knot
had. A lot more.  Robert shot forward and fell to the ground and convulsed
for almost 2 minutes.

   "Please," Robert begged as Carlos pulled the boy back up on his hands
and knees.

   "Hush!" Carlos growled.

   Speaking without permission was a serious offense.  If one of his other
puppies spoke like that they would get a serious whipping with a cane. 
Robert was new though so Carlos only gave the boy a few hits with his bare
hand.  He also gave the boy's asshole a fresh application of the ointment.
This sent Robert back to the ground in convulsions.  It wore off a lot
faster this time though.  Robert got the hint and kept his mouth shut when
Carlos pulled him back to his hands and knees.

   Carlos grabbed a leash and connected it to Robert's collar.  There was
no risk of Robert trying to escape.  The previous night's activities with
Diablo had taught Robert it was stupid to try.  No, the leash was more of a
training tool.  It allowed Carlos to easily train new puppies how to follow
and stuff like that.  He could do a lot of that training nonverbally also.
And of course the leash had a bit of a psychological effect on the puppies
as well.  He normally lead new puppies around with a leash constantly for
the first week or two.  After that the leash was only used sporadically. 
It became more symbolic than as an actual training device.

   Robert resisted when they got near the door.  He had no desire to be
shocked again.

   "Come!" Carlos growled as he gave the leash a hard tug.

   Reluctantly, Robert moved forward.  To his relief, no shock came. 
Carlos must have turned the door sensor off or something.

   Carlos walked Robert around the barn and then toward the main kennels.
The trail they took was surprisingly smooth and easy on Robert's knees.  It
was mainly just sand and dirt.  It wasn't until they got to about the half
way mark that Robert found out why.

   "Rock," Carlos said as he pointed to a spot on the trail.

   Robert looked to the spot and seen a small 1.5" piece of gravel.  He
then looked back up at Carlos.

   "Yeah, that's a rock," Robert thought to himself.  "So what?"

   Carlos gave Robert a mean look.  He then grabbed a hand full of Robert's
hair and forced the boy's face down toward the rock.  Robert got the hint
and grabbed the rock with his lips and teeth.

   "Good boy," Carlos praised as he let go of Robert's head.

   Robert blushed but he kept the rock in his mouth.  Carlos then tugged on
the leash and they continued onward.  They found two more rocks before they
reached the kennels.  Robert put both of them in his mouth along with the
first.  It wasn't until they reached the kennel door that Carlos pointed to
a large pile of rocks and instructed Robert to spit the rocks out.  Robert
gladly obeyed.  He then licked his lips and around in his mouth in order to
get rid of the gritty flavor.

   The inside of the kennel didn't look that special.  It was just a long
4' wide hallway with large dog enclosures lining one side.  Both the
hallway and the dog enclosures had dirt floors.  The entire structure
looked pretty old.  Not that it probably looked that good when it was new.
It seemed to serve it's purpose but it was clear that no expense had really
been put into it.

   The dogs got very excited when they seen Carlos leading Robert in.  They
all stayed pretty quite though except for one of the larger dogs.

   "That is Buster," Carlos said.  "He's pretty new."

   The comment sounded almost like an apology for the noise.  More likely
it was just Carlos letting Robert know he normally didn't tolerate such
behavior.  Robert was more puzzled by the dog's name than Carlos'
reasoning. The name sounded like what an American would call their dog. 
Suddenly a light went on in his head.  Carlos must be the man that trained
Snake's dog.  It made perfect sense.  Robert was surprised he hadn't
realized this earlier.

   As they passed the dog, Robert couldn't help but notice Buster's huge
pink cock sticking out of it's sheath.  It was clear that Buster's name
wasn't given to him just by random chance.  Robert squeezed his asshole
tight at the dreadful thought of that huge cock going inside him.  He could
only imagine how big the dog's knot must be.  The thing would probably
split him in half.

   "I don't think you are ready for Buster yet," Carlos said with a chuckle
when he seen Robert eyeing the dog's dick.

   Robert blushed and quickly averted his eyes.  Carlos didn't let it go at
that though.  He knelt down next to Robert and pointed the boy's head back
at the dog.

   "If you are a good boy then maybe we will let Buster up on your back in
a week or two," Carlos whispered.  "Yeah, I bet you can't wait until Buster
knots that tight hole of yours."

   As he said that last part, Carlos grabbed Robert's ass cheek and gave it
a squeeze.  He also let one of his fingers rub across the boy's asshole. 
Robert let out a small moan.  The moan sounded like pleasure but was really
just discomfort from having his sore hole toyed with.

   "Oh, yeah, I think you are looking forward to it," Carlos said as he
reached down and discovered Robert's dick was hard.

   Robert blushed profusely.  Robert was hard almost 24/7 so it wasn't all
that surprising to him that he would be hard right now.  However, it was
utterly embarrassing to have Carlos think it was simply because of the dog.
Robert wanted to explain but he knew better than to speak without
permission again.

   Carlos stroked Robert's huge cock for almost a minute.  The old
Mexican's touch sickened Robert.  Yet, Robert couldn't deny that it felt
good.  The pleasure just humiliated Robert even more.  Sure, Robert enjoyed
being pleasured by male slaves.  However, that was different.  They were
just his play things.  The thought of being some other guy's play thing
made the act seem much more gay.

   Carlos' touch also reminded Robert of the last time he was held captive.
Those were very horrid memories.  Somehow those memories peaked his
arousal. However, the hand pulled away right when he was about to cum. 
Robert's blush deepened at the thought of almost cumming from Carlos'
touch.

   Carlos stood and gave Robert's leash a tug.  They proceeded to the end
of the long hall.  Robert was caught by surprise when they reached the
final dog pen.  Inside were two Mexican kids masturbating a dog.  One of
the kids was a young boy and the other was an older girl.

   Robert noticed that the boy was wearing the same kind of ball device he
was.  The girl had what looked like a leather chastity belt.  The chastity
belt covered her pussy but left her butt mostly exposed.  Robert's guess
was that the chastity belt was probably holding a shock device deep inside
the girl.  The device would help ensure obedience but it also meant the
girl could only get fucked up the asshole and not the pussy.  Robert felt
it was a waste of a good hole.  But to each their own.

   "This is David and Ana," Carlos informed Robert.  "They are doing their
morning chores.  Watch and learn."

   The two slaves gave Robert a brief angry look.  They had been woken
early this morning so they could eat and be ready to perform for the new
arrival.  It was only one hour but on the farm rest was a rare commodity.

   Carlos noticed the look and gave an even angrier look back.  The two
slaves swallowed hard and went back to work.  At that Carlos reached down
and unclipped the leash from Robert's collar.  He turned to leave but
paused.  He then turned back.

   "Have him do Buster," Carlos said with a chuckle.  He said it first in
English and then again in Spanish to make sure the slaves fully understood.
He then turned again and walked away.

   Robert was so confused at being left alone that he didn't register the
Buster comment at first.  It wasn't until Carlos was out of the kennel that
Robert grasped the order.  The thought both sickened, embarrassed and
angered Robert.

   "There is no fucking way I'm going to jack a dog off!" Robert thought to
himself.

   Robert didn't steam over the order for long.  He quickly switched gears
and started thinking about escape.  This was a prime opportunity to try to
escape.  He couldn't believe that Carlos would just let him roam free like
this.  His excitement diminished a moment later though when he remembered
yesterday's attempt.

   The more he thought about it the more he realized that the circumstances
were actually worse and not better than yesterday's attempt.  For one
thing, he was a lot weaker today from lack of food.  Plus, he no longer had
the element of surprise.  If he took off running there was a good chance
the two kids would alert Carlos.  That is assuming that Carlos wasn't
already watching the kennel expecting an escape attempt.

   "Fuck," Robert mumbled.

   The two kids looked over at Robert again.  They then went back to their
morning chores.  A part of him wanted to look away.  Yet, he continued to
stare at the two slaves.  Watching slaves with a dog or other animal was
always a bit gross to Robert.  Yet, at the same time the fact that you
could get the slaves to do something so gross was a huge turn on.

   David and Ana worked as a team.  Ana held the dog steady and tried to
keep him calm while David worked the dog's large cock.  Getting a dog to
cum was a rather easy process.  All you had to do was hold the dog's cock
from behind the knot and give it a few tugs.  Unfortunately, Ana and David
were required to masturbate the length of the dog's cock for at least 10
minutes before touching behind the knot.

   Prolonging the ordeal may have seemed punishment for both the kids and
the dog but it wasn't.  It was merely a way to help the dogs learn a little
self control.  Watching a slave get knotted was fun but once it happened
the excitement was pretty much over.  Once knotted the dog just lays there
hugging the slave.  The prolonged masturbation process was designed to
train the dogs to fuck the slaves for several minutes before trying to
knot.

   Despite training them every morning like this, only a small percentage
of the dogs ever fully learned the lesson.  The time wasn't wasted on the
others though.  The morning milkings helped build up the dogs' stamina...
among other things.

   Robert blushed when he seen the name plate on the dog's pen.  Ana and
David were currently milking Diablo, the dog that raped Robert the night
before.

   Robert zoomed in on the dog's cock the second he realized it was Diablo.
It was pure reflex.  That cock, after all, had been up his ass.  It's not
like Robert really wanted to look at the disgusting thing.

   Diablo's 1.75" thick and 8" long cock was impressive, yet smaller than
Robert remembered.  Yesterday it had felt significantly larger.  Robert
then remembered the knot.  Sure enough, when Diablo's knot came into view
Robert seen that it was significantly larger than 1.75".  Possibly even
more than double that size.  Robert couldn't believe that huge thing had
managed to squeeze into his asshole.  The very thought made Robert's
rosebud pucker.

   The cock let out a short burst of liquid every few seconds.  It wasn't
cum though.  It was just the dog's precum.  Robert was in awe of how much
of the stuff there was.  David made sure he kept the cock pointed at a
large bowl sitting under the beast.  The fluid shot out so hard that you
could see lots of droplets splashing out of the bowl on each blast.  It
wasn't long and the front of David's brown body was coated in the stuff. 
David didn't seem to notice.  The boy just kept milking the animal.

   Robert blushed when Ana briefly looked his way.  Did she know what
Diablo did to him?  He wasn't sure why he cared.  She was just a sex slave
after all.  He was pretty sure she had gotten her share of dog dick while
in Carlos' care.  If Ana did know then she wasn't letting on.  She didn't
smile or snicker.  She just looked back down at David.

   About 10 minutes into the milking, Diablo started whimpering.  It was
clear the beast was desperate to cum.  Ana only let the animal suffer
another minute before she finally reached down and grabbed hold of Diablo
behind his knot.  A few jerks and the dog was cumming.  Jets of milky white
fluid shot into the bowl and mixed with the precum.  The climax only lasted
a moment but it was still an impressive amount of cum.

   Diablo then started to growl.  David gave the dog's cock one last tug
and then quickly backed away.  Ana followed suit.  Diablo walked over to a
corner and laid down.  He licked himself a few times and then laid there as
though nothing had happened.

   David and Ana left the cage and latched it shut.  The bowl was placed
just outside the cage.  Ana grabbed an empty bowl from a nearby shelf and
the two slaves unlocked and entered the next cage.  Once inside they calmed
down the awaiting dog and started milking him like they had Diablo.  Only
this time it was Ana doing the milking and David holding the beast still.

   Robert looked at name plate above the dog pen's door.  It was a weird
name.  He tried to work out what it might mean in English.  However, it was
unlike any Spanish word or name he'd run across before.  Yet, it seemed
familiar.  He worked at it for almost a minute before he realized it wasn't
Spanish at all.  It was a stupid name from Harry Potter...  "Voldemort". 
Robert rolled his eyes.  What a stupid name.  Yet, he had to admit the dog
was a bit ugly just like Voldemort.

   Either Ana was very good at hand jobs or Voldemort wasn't as well
trained.  The dog was whining in frustration less than 5 minutes in.  Ana
tugged on the dog's dick for another minute and a half before she nodded to
David.  David grabbed behind the dog's knot and started jerking.  It wasn't
long and the dog's cum mixed with all the other juices collected in the
bowl.

   As they placed the bowl outside Voldemort's pen, Robert was tempted to
ask why they were collecting it.  He didn't though.  He was a bit scared of
what the answer might be.  Plus, he doubted the kids spoke much English
anyway.  Carlos spoke to them earlier in both English and Spanish.  So,
they clearly weren't fluent in the language.

   Besides, Robert had bigger things to worry about.  The next cage was
Buster's.  Ana grabbed another bowl and entered the dog's pen.  However,
David waited outside and stared at Robert.

   Robert had given up hope of getting out of the task.  Yet, he wished he
would have spent more time earlier trying to think of a way out of it
instead of watching the two slaves.

   Robert looked toward dog kennel exit.  He knew trying to escape was
stupid.  Yet, he still considered it for a moment.  He gave it even more
thought when David walked over and started undoing the laces on Robert's
restrictive mitts.  With the mitts off Robert would have a much greater
chance of escape.  He stretched his stiff fingers as he thought about how
he could use this new freedom to his advantage.

   His excitement quickly diminished when he remembered the device
connected to his balls.  Any escape plan was going to require getting rid
of that damn ball device.

   Robert felt ill as it fully dawned on him what he had to do.  His body
shivered in both humiliation and disgust as he crawled into Buster's pen.
He then slowly crawled over to Ana who had Buster waiting for him.  It all
seemed so surreal.  He couldn't believe he was actually going to jack a dog
off.  It just didn't seem possible that he would be in this situation. 
Surely Carlos was going to walk in and call it off.  Or maybe there would
be a fire.  Anything that would prevent him from having to actually do
this. Yet, none of those things happened.

   "I think he does like Buster," Ana said to David as she looked down at
Robert's hard cock.

   The comment was a mix of Spanish and English but Robert knew what she
was saying.  Part of him wanted to slap her across the face.  A bigger
part, however, just wanted to crawl under a rock.  He couldn't believe he
still had a hard on.  The idea of jacking a dog off was disgusting and
humiliating.  There was no reason for him to be hard right now.  Yet, he
was.

   "Quit being a pussy!" Robert thought to himself.

   He told himself earlier that he would keep his disgust and humiliation
under control.  Without those two elements, Carlos would never be able to
fully break him and turn him into a sex slave.

   Robert took a couple deep breaths and tried to blank out his mind.  The
disgust and humiliation came rushing back to him, however, when he reached
in and grabbed hold of Buster's cock.  The thing was hot and moist.  It
made his skin crawl and he gagged.  This made Ana and David giggle.

   The two kids weren't trying to be cruel.  They just didn't get much in
the way of entertainment while in Carlos' care.  They weren't even sure why
they were laughing.  They actually felt a little sorry for Robert.  Yet,
the idea of him gagging while touching a dog's cock seemed funny
considering the much worse things that happened on the farm.

   Of course, if the two slaves took the time to think back they would
remember they basically reacted the same way when they first got here. 
However, thinking back to those early days wasn't pleasant.  They did their
best to forget about those early days.  Heck, they didn't even like to
think about recent activities.  They wouldn't be able to stop crying if
they did.  No, it was better to just think about today.  All they needed to
do was please Carlos and everything would be okay.  That is all that really
matter so that is all they gave much thought to.

   Buster looked a lot like a Great Dane.  However, there was something
else clearly mixed in there that made the dog a bit bulkier and meaner
looking.  Robert didn't know enough about dogs to guess what the mix might
be.  All he knew was that the dog scared the shit out of him.  The beast
looked like it weighed about 250 pounds.  Though in reality it was closer
to 180.

   The dog just had a presence about him that made him look bigger than
life.  Robert guessed that was probably why his owner selected the animal.
Well, that and the huge size of the dog's cock.

   Buster's cock was 3" thick and 9" long, not counting the knot.  Robert
couldn't believe how grotesquely huge the dick was.  Of course, most said
the same thing about Robert's 3.5" thick and 11" long cock.

   Robert was sure Buster's cock would kill him if the beast ever mounted
him.  Carlos had threatened Robert with that scenario but Robert wasn't so
sure Carlos was serious.  Just the stem of Buster's cock would surely
damage him.  Yet, at the base of that dick was a massive knot which Robert
knew could never fit inside him.  The 4.5" thick thing was about as round
as a softball!  Sure it might squeeze down a little but the fit would still
be impossible...  wasn't it?

   "Bowl!" Ana growled when a couple squirts of Buster's precum splashed
against the dirt floor.

   Robert used his free hand to move the bowl in place.  He made sure
though that he angled the bowl such that the splashes didn't get all over
him like they did David earlier.  He wondered if the boy was too stupid to
figure the bowl angle out or if the boy just didn't care anymore about
getting plashed with the stuff.

   Of course, it was a bit hot in the kennel.  Maybe David just used the
precum to help cool off.  Kind of like a make shift swamp cooler.  Robert
would sweat to death before going to those extremes to cool off.

   Robert could tell that Carlos wasn't exaggerating about Buster being new
here.  The beast quieted down a bit once Robert started jerking on the
cock. However, the animal still made a ton more noise than the prior two
dogs.  Ana was also struggling to keep Buster under control.  Robert had to
admit that she did an outstanding job considering the dog weighed a lot
more than she did.

   On the bright side, Ana only waited about 5 minutes before she reached
down and started tugging on Buster's knot.  Robert gagged again as the
animal's milky load shot into the bowl.

   Buster got extremely agitated once he finished cumming.  He got loose of
both of them and for a moment Robert was sure the animal was going to
attack.  However, Buster decided to just growl at them as the two backed
out of the pen.

   Once out of the pen Robert just knelt there holding the bowl.  He
couldn't believe he had just jacked a dog off.  He was in a kind of shock
and everything seemed to be going in slow motion.

   It was a couple minutes before Robert finally pulled himself together.
By then Ana and David were already working on the next dog.  Robert
realized he was still holding the bowl and quickly put it down.  There was
an impressive amount of precum and dog jizz in the bowl.  It had to be at
least 1 to 1.5 inches deep.  Robert quickly backed away to keep from
gagging again.

   Robert still watched the other slaves a little but it didn't excite him
as much as it had earlier.  All it did was remind him of what he just did
moments earlier.  He tried glancing around the kennel to take his mind off
the ordeal but his eyes always seemed to end back on the dogs.  Their cocks
to be specific.  And if their cocks weren't showing then his mind would
fill in the blanks.  This was especially true whenever he looked at Buster.


   Robert even found himself blushing when Buster would look back at him.
There was something about the dog's eyes.  It was as though Buster thought
Robert was now his bitch.  The thought both embarrassed Robert and angered
him at the same time.  He was no one's bitch!  Especially no dog's.

   4.

   Most of the dogs brought to Carlos for training were huge ones.  Their
owners liked how menacing the animals were and especially how the dogs'
huge cocks could easily tame a slave.

   That was all fine and dandy but Carlos personally preferred slightly
smaller dogs like Dalmatians.  At about 70 pounds they were just small
enough that you could keep them in your house without them tearing
everything up.  Yet, they were still large enough to dominate most slaves.

   Their cocks might not be as huge as a Great Dane but a slave still knew
they had been fucked once a Dalmatian got a hold of them.  This was
especially true in Carlos' house.  That is because he kept 3 Dalmatians
there.  Well, actually the dogs lived in their own specially built kennel.
However, the kennel was connected to the house via a doggy door.

   The Dalmatians were Carlos' pride and joy.  They were all pure breeds.
From the same litter in fact.  They were about 6 years old and extremely
well trained.  Carlos found them pretty to look at.  However, he especially
enjoyed watching them in action.

   It was because of the Dalmatians that Carlos was in the house and not
out in the main kennels looking over his temporary new slave.  He was
anxious to show off the Dalmatians to his visitor.

   Snake was sitting on the couch in the living room watching TV.  As you
can imagine, the dress code in Carlos' house was rather casual.  Snake only
had a sweat shirt on and boxers.  Sticking out of the front of his boxers
was his 9" long, 2.5" thick cock.  Most of his huge cock, however, was
buried down Linda's throat.

   Linda spent most of the previous night worshiping the huge thing.  Her
jaws were pretty sore but she was happy.  Robert was an okay master but
there was something about Snake that made Linda proud to be his slave.  She
had no idea what that something was though.  In fact, it didn't even make
sense to her whenever she thought about it.

   Snake treated her a ton worse than Robert did.  Snake also made her do
way more disgusting things like play with dogs.  It was horrible being his
slave, yet she seemed to crave it at the same time.  It was very confusing
for her.

   Linda could tell that Snake was just as happy with the reunion as she
was.  She only spent about 6 weeks under his control but she knew Snake
only let slaves touch his cock when he was pleased with them.  Linda was
very relieved.  She had feared that Snake would be upset with her for
leaving him.  Not that she had much choice in the matter.  It was her
brother that forced Snake to let her go.

   Snake was surprised to see Carlos enter the house.  He'd watched Carlos
lead Robert to the main kennel just moments ago.

   "Don't worry," Carlos said as he sat on a nearby recliner.  "He won't
try to run.  And even if he does we will easily catch him again."

   Snake knew Carlos was right.  Still, it didn't seem right to leave
slaves all on their own.  Especially with such easy access to the outdoors.
Snake never left a slave alone unless he had them tethered to a wall or
something with a chain.  Granted, Snake lived in the city with neighbors
only feet away from his house.  Carlos was out in the middle of nowhere.

   Carlos watched the petite Linda for a moment.  She was absolutely
beautiful and clearly skilled.  Carlos was tempted to make an offer for
her. However, he could tell Snake was too attached.  It was a shame, Carlos
always wanted a blond American girl for his farm.  After he was sure she
was trained to his liking he would have kept her in the house for his
personal use.

   Of course, having an American slave could mean trouble for him.  The
local authorities would probably be less likely to overlook his little
operation if they found out he was holding American's captive.  A couple
Mexican kid slaves was okay as long as Carlos didn't parade them around
town or anything stupid like that.  The local cops even kind of seen it as
a public service.  Carlos got a couple kids off the streets, put a roof
over their heads and fed them.  Of course, the cops still expected to get
paid a little every month to look the other way.

   Carlos finally broke his trance and gave a loud whistle.  A few seconds
later they could hear the three dogs making their way through the doggy
door in the other room.  The doggy door was never locked but the dogs
didn't dare enter the house unless they heard their master calling them.

   The three Dalmatians trotted into the room and lined up in front of
Carlos.  Carlos made a gesture with his hand and all three sat at
attention.

   Snake had seen the dogs before but he still gave Carlos praise for
having such magnificent pets.  Personally, he preferred larger dogs but
these were still very nice animals.

   Linda got a bad feeling in her gut when she heard the animals enter the
room.  She kept sucking Snake but she also watched the animals the best she
could out of the corner of her eye.

   The feeling in her gut got worse when Snake pulled her mouth off his
cock and pointed to a spot in the middle of the room.  She gave Snake her
best puppy dog eyes.

   "What did I do wrong?"

   She didn't say it out loud but Snake could easily read it in her eyes.
He taught her a lot during their last stay together.  However, it was clear
to Snake that she still had a long ways to go.  If a task was disgusting or
painful then you gladly did it without hesitation.  And you took pleasure
in the fact that it gave your master pleasure to watch you do it.

   Snake wasn't really angry at her for not realizing this yet.  He knew of
very few submissives that truly understood this concept.  He still glared
at her though to get her moving.  She quickly turned and crawled to the
spot indicated.

   It wasn't until now that Linda remembered exactly how horrible Snake
could be sometimes.  He was going to make her have sex with some stranger's
dogs.  The thought was absolutely horrible.  Yet, it didn't surprise her
that much that he would make her do such a thing.

   "Get her," Carlos said in Spanish as he snapped his fingers and pointed
at Linda.

   The three dogs immediately went over to Linda.  She would never admit it
to anyone but Linda missed Snake's dog, Jeremy, as much as she missed
Snake. Or at least she thought she did.  As the dogs circled her, however,
she started remembering exactly how disgusting it was to have sex with a
dog.  She began to realize that maybe what she really missed was just the
huge orgasms she often got on the end of Jeremy's large cock.

   Jeremy gave Linda a different type of climax than she was used too. 
With people, Linda normally got a little bit of disgust but tons of
humiliation.  That humiliation would slowly be mixed with pleasure and then
she would climax.  With Jeremy when she climaxed it was always mixed in
with tons of disgust as well as humiliation.  This was especially true if
Jeremy was already knotted with her and was shooting his disgusting doggy
cum deep insider her.  For some reason, the disgust intensified the
pleasure more.  Of course, it is possible that she just focused more on the
pleasure in order to try to forget the disgust.

   "Oh!" Linda squealed as one of the dogs jumped up on her back and buried
his cock in her.

   "I think he got her asshole," Carlos chuckled.

   Snake was too entranced with the action to pay any mind to Carlos.  He
was impressed though by how fast the dog had managed to find a hole.  He
was also very turned on.  He just loved the look on Linda's face as the dog
started to rut into her.  There was a bit of discomfort there but mainly it
was just shock and revulsion.

   "Ugh...  ugh...  ugh," Linda grunted over and over as the dog drove into
her.

   The dog hammered her asshole for at least 5 minutes before he tried to
knot with her.  That may seem like a very long time but some of Carlos'
dogs are trained to go even longer.  That is not to say the fuck was over
in 5 minutes...  far from it.  Now that they were tied together it could be
10 or more minutes before the dog was done plugging her hole.

   "Oh!"

   Snake couldn't tell if Linda's outburst was from the knot or the huge
amount of cum the dog was probably squirting into her right now.  A dog's
huge knot could cause serious damage to someone's asshole.  Snake knew
Linda could easily handle it.  Especially with a small breed like this.

   Linda's eyes got big for a moment but she soon calmed down.  She still
let out small moans from time to time but it was clear these were probably
just from the dog giving her sporadic squirts of jizz deep in her asshole.

   Her face turned bright red when she looked up and seen Snake watching
her.  She had almost forgotten he was there.  The new surge of humiliation
triggered her climax.

   "Oh, she's a special one," Carlos said with a chuckle.

   The comment embarrassed Linda further which in turn drove her climax
higher.  She bit down on her lower lip and massaged the dog's knot with her
asshole as she rode out her climax.

   As her climax came to an end, Linda fell to her elbows in exhaustion. 
The dog rotated until they were butt to butt.  A dog would normally try to
pull his knot out at this point.  However, this beast was too well trained.
He just stood there and waited.

   It was at this point that Snake would normally fuck a slave's mouth. 
One of the other dogs beat him to it.  The animal mounted Linda from the
front.  He wrapped his leg's around her chest and upper stomach and started
humping.

   Linda kept her mouth shut tight in disgust for a moment.  Sucking a dog
was 100 times more disgusting than being fucked by one.  She knew Snake
would take a belt to her though if she didn't give in.  Reluctantly she
opened her mouth.  About 7 inches of dog dick shot down her throat a second
later.

   The animal was not much for foreplay.  He just started humping her
throat as fast as he could.  Thanks to her brother, Linda was rather
proficient at taking cock in her throat.  She handled the dog's dick with
no problem.  She still moaned a complaint though because of the rough
treatment.  She knew no one cared about her comfort but it just didn't seem
lady like to just take the cock without giving a show of displeasure.

   Linda had a lot of sex with Snake's dog but she never figured out the
trick of grabbing behind the knot to get the beast to cum faster.  Not that
Snake would have let her do it even if she figured it out.  He to much
enjoyed watching her suck the animal off.

   The dog went at her throat for almost 10 minutes before he fed her his
nut.  The dog was humping her so fast that half his cum went directly down
her throat.  However, the other half was deposited in her mouth.  Linda
felt ill as she tasted the gunk.  She had to admit that it didn't taste
that much different than a human's cum.  It was more the thought of it
being dog cum that really disgusted her.

   The dog humped like that for another minute before he abruptly pulled
out and walked away.  Snake almost laughed at the stunned look on the
girl's face.  One second her throat was being brutally used and the next it
was over.  Well, not completely over.  Linda still had a mouth full of dog
jizz.  She looked up at her master but she already knew she was required to
swallow the gunk.  She closed her eyes tight and scrunched up her nose as
she forced herself to swallow the disgusting slime.

   A wave of disgust shot through her body as the hot liquid ran down her
throat and into her stomach.  It was so utterly repugnant.  And yet she had
to focus in order to keep from cumming.  Her focus was broken though as the
third dog mounted her face.

   "Mmmm!" she moaned around the dog's cock as she climaxed again.

   Linda's climax had barely finished when the knot in her asshole finally
shrunk enough to pop out.  This drove her into yet another climax.  She
could only imagine what Snake and Carlos must think of her right now.

   Snake finally glanced away in order to say something to Carlos. 
However, Carlos was no longer there.  Snake chuckled.  Carlos had obviously
gotten so excited that he went out to relieve himself with one of the
slaves.  He wondered if Carlos would use Robert.  It was tempting to go
outside in order to watch.  However, he had something even more tempting
right in front of him.

   Linda watched her master approach as best she could with the dog so
frantically humping her mouth.  She feared she might have done something
wrong and that he was going to punish her.  Her fear was replaced with joy
as she felt his cock enter her pussy.

   "He loves me!" she thought to herself.

   Snake fucked her the night before of course.  However, she was freshly
bathed and smelling like roses and lilac then.  Snake just watched her suck
a dog off and get fucked by another.  And she was currently sucking yet
another.  She was sweaty and smelled of dog and cum.  For Snake to want to
touch her, let alone fuck her, proved that he loved her.  She just knew it
was true.

   Snake's thrusts were almost as brutal as the dogs but Linda didn't care.
All that she could think about right now was how much her new master must
love her.

   Linda wasn't stupid.  She knew that Snake's love wasn't the same as what
she seen on TV.  Nor was it anything close to what she used to dream and
write about in her diary so many years ago.  That was okay.  She wouldn't
know what to do with that kind of love anyway.

   Snake's kind of love was for her.  She had to admit that she didn't
fully understand it yet.  All she knew for sure was that it felt good to
know he loved her in his own way.

   A few minutes later Linda found herself cumming yet again as she
swallowed the dog's cum.  This in turn triggered Snake's climax as well.

   Linda still felt disgust as she swallowed the dog's cum.  Yet, she felt
warm and fuzzy inside at the same time.

   5.

   As Snake and Linda had their fun inside, Carlos was inspecting the
progress of the slaves in the main dog kennel.

   Carlos was a bit upset when he seen Robert's hands were still free.  He
wasn't upset with Ana and David.  Sure, common sense dictated that they
should have put the mitts back on Robert.  However, thinking for themselves
was something Carlos had trained out of the two kids.  No, it was his own
fault for not giving them more detailed instructions.

   As upset as he was about this, he was even more upset that he had
forgotten to check the hidden camera feeds before coming out to the kennel.
Robert could have overtaken the two kids and been waiting in here to attack
with a rock or some other weapon.  Carlos was pretty big and it was
unlikely Robert would try something like that but it was still a
possibility.  Luckily, Robert still seemed to be in a little shock from his
play time with Buster.

   Carlos took a few deep breaths to cool down.  He then walked over and
started putting the mitts back on Robert.

   "You have fun with Buster?" Carlos said with a chuckle as he tightened
the laces on the mitts.

   Robert gave Carlos an angry look.  However, he blushed at the same time.
Robert's reaction made Carlos laugh even louder.  It always cracked Carlos
up by how easy it was to anger and embarrass a slave this early in their
training.  In a few weeks, jacking off a dog will seem normal for the kid.

   "Oh, my," Carlos said as he picked up the bowl containing Buster's cum.
"I think Buster loves you."

   Robert just blushed and gave a look of disgust as Carlos swished the cum
around in the bowl.

   "Come!" Carlos growled.

   Ana and David immediately stopped what they were doing and crawled out
of a cage and to Carlos' side.

   Carlos went to a nearby shelf and pulled down a 7" long, 1.5" hollow
dildo with straps attached to it.  There was a huge bulb/knot at the base
of it.  He unscrewed a lid of sorts at the base and then carefully poured
the contents of Buster's bowl into it.  Robert got a very bad feeling when
he seen this.  That feeling got much worse as Carlos gave him an evil grin
and started screwing the lid back on.

   "Hold him still," Carlos growled as he walked back over to the slaves.

   It wasn't until he heard the command that Robert realized he should have
been out the door and half way down the road by now.  He could still out
power the two slaves but they would slow him down enough for Carlos to
easily grab hold of him.  He thought about trying anyway but forced himself
to hold still and be a good puppy.

   For about 3 seconds it seemed both logical and smart to be a good puppy
for Carlos.  He knew that being a good puppy would not only prevent
possible punishment but if he did it enough it might get Carlos to let his
guard down a little over the next few days.

   All of that went out the window though at the 4 second mark when Carlos
grabbed a hand full of Robert's hair and started trying to force the hollow
dildo into the boy's mouth.  Robert knew all about this procedure.  You
fill a hollow dildo with something disgusting and fasten it deep in their
throat.  Then the dildo slowly drips the gunk down their throat.  Robert
knew all of this before Carlos even walked over.  However, it wasn't until
Carlos got a hold of him that Robert fully grasped that it was actually
going to happen.

   Robert bucked and jerked around a little but Carlos, along with the two
slaves, easily held him in place.  It took a few seconds to get it past
Robert's teeth.  Once past the teeth though it only took about 2 more
seconds to force it down the throat.  Carlos quickly tied the straps around
Robert's head to lock the dildo in place.  He then backed away and motioned
for the slaves to do the same.

   Robert could still breath but the amount of air he could get at any one
time was very limited.  He felt like he was being smothered to death.  He
buck and jerk around in an effort to dislodge the huge thing in order to
breath better.  He grabbed at it the best he could with the mitts. 
However, all he managed to do was squeeze the large bulb which caused a
glob of Buster's cum to shoot down his throat.  In addition to the tip,
there must have been a hole or two along the shaft as well because Robert
felt cum squirt into his mouth and across his tongue.  The thought of the
cum, along with the flavor, was horrid.  However, Robert's main concern
right now was just breathing.

   He jerked around for another half minute before his muscles ran out of
oxygen and he slumped to his side.  Even in a completely resting state he
still didn't feel he had enough oxygen.  It was a very horrible feeling. 
He was on the edge of catching his breath, yet not quite able to get there.


   Carlos kept a close eye on the kid.  Using this particular device was
very dangerous.  It was especially so for new puppies.  If the puppy
panicked too much they could actually die.  Though normally the closest
they ever got was passing out.  He did have to resuscitate a few slaves
though.

   While the device might be dangerous, it did have purpose other than just
Carlos' amusement.

   For starters, the device was great for giving puppies their first taste
of dog cum.  It required a ton less effort to force feed the stuff to them.
Plus, with the dildo in their throat, the slaves struggled a ton harder not
to throw up.  That meant a lot less mess.

   Carlos reached down and pulled Robert back up onto his hands and knees.
Robert went down to his elbows but managed to keep from falling over again.


   Robert let out a groan of despair when he heard pants being unzipped. 
Robert knew what was coming but he didn't have the energy to struggle
against it.  This was another benefit of the dildo device.  The lack of
oxygen made puppies extremely docile.

   "Mmm!" Robert protested as Carlos sunk his dick into the boy's asshole.

   Carlos was about 8" long and 1.5" thick.  Robert could handle the size
no problem.  Most of his discomfort was because he was still sore from the
prior night's activities with Diablo.

   Carlos preferred girls but he enjoyed breeding male puppies as well. 
Especially fresh meat like Robert.  The new puppies always made the cutest
little moans and groans.  Robert wasn't disappointing him.

   Robert's moans started to quiet down after a couple minutes.  All Carlos
had to do though was reach forward and give the bulb on the end of the
dildo a squeeze.  Yeah, that always livened them up a bit.  Robert started
bucking a little as he struggled with the fresh glob of cum in his mouth
and throat.  The struggles only lasted for about 30 seconds but the moans
continued for another minute.  Carlos then gave the bulb another squeeze
and the process started all over again.

   Carlos squeezed the bulb a total of 4 times before Robert gave in and
started participating more in the breeding.

   "Good boy," Carlos praised as Robert started pushing back to meet the
thrusts.

   Realizing that participation was indeed what Carlos wanted, Robert
started using his ass muscles to squeeze Carlos' cock in addition to
bucking back and forth on it.  It was very humiliating but way better than
having that damn bulb squeezed.

   The humiliation increased 10 fold when Carlos reached down and gave
Robert's hard cock a squeeze.  Carlos' hand only stayed there for a second.
His goal wasn't to make Robert cum or anything like that.  His goal was
simply to make sure Robert realized he was still hard.

   Of course, Carlos knew that almost every male puppy got hard during a
mating like this.  It was an involuntary response due to the lack of oxygen
and prostate massage.  Most of the puppies didn't know this though.

   Robert wasn't just any other puppy.  He knew there was a logical reason
why he was hard right now.  However, he was so dizzy from the lack of
oxygen that he just couldn't think of what that reason was.

   This was yet another side benefit of the dildo device.  It made it very
hard for the puppies to think.  You use the device enough on a puppy and
the effects even start to become permanent.  You literally could shave
points off their IQ.  Of course, you had to know when to cut back on the
procedure.  You do it too much and they become drooling retards.  The goal
was to get them right at that point where they had trouble thinking for
themselves, yet smart enough still to obey when you gave them orders.  It
was an art getting it just right.  One which Carlos had become a master at.

   Carlos normally didn't like to have an audience when he fucked a puppy.
He seldom even did it in front of other puppies.  He'd gotten carried away
today.  Watching Linda playing with the dogs in the house had gotten him
really horny.

   Carlos had to concentrate from cumming too quickly.  This fuck was about
more than just his pleasure.  It was also part of Robert's training.  The
goal wasn't to just fuck the boy.  Your goal was to build a kind of
instinct into the puppy.  This was actually pretty easy to do thanks to the
lack of oxygen.

   Using the dildo device, a breeding normally started with maybe 5 minutes
of resistance from the new puppy.  After that the puppy starts
participating.  Usually around the 15 minute mark though something
remarkable starts happening.  The continued lack of oxygen numbs their
brain so much that the puppy starts mindlessly participating.  It is during
this time that you are actually implanting things right into their little
puppy brains.

   For the puppy it of course is a very strange event.  The entire training
session seems to rush by for them.  A one hour session might seem to only
take seconds.  And while they can remember everything that happened to them
during the session, they often have to struggle to do so.  It is almost
like childhood memories.  Those memories mold people into who they are. 
Yet, it often takes a ton of effort to remember them in any kind of detail.
Or at least that is how Carlos guessed it all worked.  He didn't really
know for sure.  Nor did he really care.  All that mattered was that it
seemed to work more often than not.

   Carlos could tell that it was definitely working on Robert.  Any hint of
resistance or hesitation was completely gone from the boy.  The kid was
just mindlessly humping back and forth on Carlos' dick.  The true test came
when Carlos reached forward and gave the bulb another squeeze.  Sure
enough, there was no groaning or other protest.  The boy just gulped the
dog spunk down and kept on humping.

   "I can tell you like Buster's cum."

   "I bet you wish it was Buster fucking you right now."

   "If you are a good boy then maybe I let you suck Buster off soon."

   Carlos made comment after comment as he bred Robert.  Robert was so out
of it that he gave no reaction.  That was okay.  Carlos knew that the
statements were being recorded directly to the boy's puppy brain.  It would
take a few sessions with the dildo device but eventually the recorded
statements would be so imprinted that Robert would view them almost as
though they were his own thoughts.  Or at least that was the goal.

   "Bowl!" Carlos growled in Spanish.

   David quickly grabbed an empty bowl and held it near Robert's side. 
Carlos humped for another minute and then quickly pulled out and started
cumming.  David managed to capture every drop with the bowl.

   Carlos looked at Ana, snapped his fingers and pointed at his sloppy
dick. The girl didn't hesitate a second to crawl over and start licking his
cock clean.  Compared to the dogs, Carlos' dick was almost a treat for the
girl.

   It took only a small push to get Robert to fall to his side again. 
Carlos rolled the boy onto his back and then undid the lid at the base of
the dildo.  This released the vacuum in the dildo which caused the cum to
start flowing much faster down the boy's throat.

   Robert's eyes shot open when the slime started flowing down his throat.
The flow wasn't huge but it was enough to cause problems with his
breathing. If he tried to take in too much air then the cum would start to
flow down the wrong pipe.  He was so concentrated on breathing that he
barely noticed as David emptied the bowl with Carlos' cum into the dildo.

   Carlos pointed to the bowl in front of Diablo's pen.  Ana grabbed it,
crawled over to Robert and emptied it into the dildo as well.  At this
point the dildo was at the overflow point.  Carlos quickly fastened the lid
back on.

   It took another minute but Robert finally calmed down again.  He still
let out a few moans but these were more in response to the realization that
the dildo had been filled up again.  Even these moans disappeared after the
shot of adrenalin wore off and Robert's brain went back to mush.

   6.

   Robert woke in confusion.  It took him a moment to piece together where
he was.  He felt ill as he remembered his escape attempt that first night
and being fucked by Diablo.  He was even more confused when he realized
that an entire day had passed since then.

   For a moment he thought maybe he had been drugged.  He remembered waking
up that day and being led to the dog pen.  Robert blushed when the memory
of jacking off Buster came rushing back to him.

   It was right about there that it became exceedingly difficult to
remember what happened after.  Robert knew he should be grateful for the
memory loss.  However, he just couldn't leave well enough alone.  He just
had to know what happened.

   Robert clawed at the memories.  What he grabbed hold of, however, made
him want to throw up.  He remembered the hollow dildo.  He also remembered
what Carlos filled it with.  Robert turned green as he remembered Carlos
refilling the dildo over and over throughout the day.  Or at least Robert
thought it was throughout the day.  Time seemed to scrunch together in his
memory of the event.  Maybe it was a full day or maybe it was only an hour.

   After thinking about it, Robert decided it had to have been a full day.
Otherwise the day would still be taking place or he would have memories of
what happened afterward.  That logic made sense...  right?  Robert wasn't
sure and trying to think about it right now seemed too taxing.

   Besides, he could hear a rooster crowing in the distance.  It was
morning and the ball device would probably be going off anytime now. 
Robert reluctantly got up and crawled to the dildo/charger post.

   He originally planned to wait for the first shock before plugging
himself in.  However, he was able to remember how difficult it was the
morning prior when he was trying to plug in while getting shocks.

   Robert drooled on the dildo for lubrication purposes, turned and then
slowly backed onto it.  As the dildo slid up his hole he got memory flashes
of Diablo fucking him that first night.  However, mixed in there were
flashes of something else.  It was several seconds before he remembered
being fucked by Carlos.

   This memory brought humiliation.  However, it mainly made Robert angry.
It wasn't the first time he'd been raped by an old man.  However, to be
raped by an old Mexican was beyond unacceptable.  Especially a Mexican that
lived in a shit hole like this.  It was simply revolting.  Okay, maybe
Robert was a little racist.  But come on, this guy was the lowest of the
low.

   Robert knew he was being silly.  A dog had fucked him for God's sake. 
Yet, he just couldn't let go of that anger.  Not that letting go of that
anger was something he should do anyway.  Without that he had no chance of
mentally surviving this ordeal.

   His mind went back to the task at hand as he struggled to plug his ball
device into the charger.  It took him a lot longer to plug in today.  He
kept pushing on his nut sack with his mitts but couldn't quite seed the
device into the charger.  He would almost get it plugged in when the pain
from pushing on his nuts would become too high and he would let up.  He had
experienced the same pain the morning prior but it had paled in comparison
to the shocks he was getting at the time.

   It took him over a dozen tries before he finally bit down on his lower
lip and pushed on his nut sack with all his might.  The pain was extreme
but it worked.  The ball device popped into place and Robert braced himself
for the cold enema.

   The water didn't come.  He looked under himself and seen that the light
was blinking, indicating that he indeed was plugged in.  His best guess was
that the enema pump would only turn on during certain times of the day.

   After thinking about it, it made sense.  If the pump came on too early
in the morning then it would agitate the dogs.  This in turn would wake
Carlos.  Waking the master up whenever you want?  You just don't give that
kind of power to a slave.

   While it made sense, it was still rather inconvenient for Robert.  Now
he had to sit there for who knows how long.

   It was around the 30 minute mark that Robert decided maybe he would just
unplug himself and lay down and wait for the shocks to begin.  His knees
were getting sore and having the dildo up his hole was anything but
pleasant.  He was about to pull free when he heard the pump kick into gear.

   "Thank God," Robert said with relief.

   This was quickly followed by, "Oh God!", as the cold water rushed into
his bowels.  The coldness itself wasn't painful really.  It was the cramps
it caused in his guts that were almost unbearable.  The pump was relentless
also.  It didn't care if Robert had cramps or not.  It's only goal was to
keep pumping him full of water and then draining it.  And it did it over
and over again until it was cycling over a half gallon on every rotation.

   Between the cold water and the cool morning air, Robert felt almost like
a Popsicle.  It was hard to believe that in a couple hours he would be
sweating like a pig in the 100+ degree heat.

   Like the morning before, the cold enema drained not only his bowels but
his strength.  His eyes were starting to roll back into his head by the
time the machine whirred to a stop.  He had to look under himself at the
charger for at least 30 seconds before he could focus enough to tell that
the charger was done doing it's job as well.

   Robert slowly pulled away from the post until the ball device popped
free and the dildo exited his hole.  He then collapsed on his side.  He was
almost asleep when the barn door squeaked open.  Robert took a deep breath
and forced himself back up on his hands and knees.

   Carlos inspected around the enema post real quick.  He then gave Robert
an inspection as well.

   Carlos' puppy inspections were pretty simple.  First he checked their
holes.  Then he did a quick body search for bruises, cuts, etc.  Some
bruising was expected of course.  However, cuts were a major concern.  Even
a minor cut could easily get infected on the farm.  He always made sure he
had an ample supply of rubbing alcohol to treat them.  Every couple days he
also poured a good amount of the alcohol in the puppy's shoes to disinfect
any holes from the shoe needles.  Yep, a little bit of preventive
maintenance and a puppy could last many years...  that was Carlos'
philosophy.

   "Hungry?"

   Robert almost said something but decided to just nod his head instead.
Some masters liked verbal replies and some didn't.  Robert wasn't sure
which Carlos preferred.  Staying silent seemed the wisest choice.

   Carlos didn't say anything.  He just attached the leash to Robert's
collar.  It wasn't until that moment that Robert even realized he was still
wearing the dog collar from the previous morning.  He could only guess that
the collar would stay on him from now on.  He did remember seeing the boy
and girl slaves wearing them also.

   Robert stopped in his tracks when they exited the barn and turned toward
the main kennel.  Carlos chuckled when he seen Robert's reluctance to
follow.  Comical or not, it still didn't stop Carlos from pressing a remote
that activated Robert's ball device.

   "Ah!" Robert screamed as his balls lit on fire.

   Robert convulsed on the ground for a minute.  He quickly got back to his
hands and knees though when he seen Carlos point the remote at him.  Carlos
gave the leash a small tug.  A few tears ran down Robert's cheeks as he
gave in and started crawling toward the main kennel.

   Carlos seen the tears as a good sign.  It meant the boy remembered at
least part of what happened in the kennel the day before.  That meant that
he had not left the hollow dildo in Robert's throat too long.  He was
pretty sure he hadn't done so.  However, you never know for absolute sure
until the next day.

   The first session with the dildo device usually lasted 12 hours. 
Reduced oxygen for that long normally fried off most of the puppy's excess
brain cells.  Following treatments were usually only 1 hour every few days.
With Robert, Carlos had kept the first treatment to only 6 hours.  The last
thing he wanted to do was accidentally ruin some other owner's puppy.  To
make up the difference, Carlos would just up Robert to 2 hours every few
days.

   There of course was no real science behind any of it.  It was all guess
work on Carlos' behalf.  It was just something he toyed with over the
years. It seemed to work at frying off the brain cells.  However, even
Carlos had to admit that it is possible the puppies were just pretending in
order to avoid having the dildo used on them any more than necessary.  The
results were the same though so it didn't really concern Carlos that much
whether his theories were sound or not.

   To add to Robert's humiliation, Carlos made sure the boy stopped and
picked up rocks along their journey.  Robert had a mouth full of them by
the time they reached the door.  Onto the pile they went.

   As they passed the first cage, Robert looked inside.  What he seen made
him freeze in his tracks.  The little boy, David, was in the cage eating
out of a dog bowl.  To make things worse, the dog in the cage was eating
out of the same bowl.  The boy and dog were vying with each other to see
who could get the most food.

   The sight made Robert's stomach turn.  He knew that had to be dog food
in that bowl.  Not only was that disgusting but he just knew the boy and
dog's tongues were wrestling with each other in that bowl.  He couldn't see
it from his low angle but he knew it was happening.

   Shocked or not, all it took from Carlos was a tug on the leash to get
Robert moving again.

   The next pen only had a dog in it.  The following one, however, had Ana
and a dog fighting over food just like what Robert had seen with David and
the dog in the first pen.  It was disgusting to watch.  Yet, it was also a
little bit of a turn on.  She was a pretty girl after all.

   Robert got angry with himself when he realized his cock was rapidly
getting hard.  He had been doing so well that morning at staying soft. 
That was no easy feat for Robert either.  His cock seemed to always have a
mind of it's own.  Even now with the feeling of impending doom of what he
knew Carlos was going to make him do, Robert's cock was finding sexual
excitement.  His cock was definitely a curse.  Or at least it was right
now. He of course didn't feel that way when it was him in charge.

   As they passed Buster's cage, Robert told himself not to look inside. 
The last thing he wanted to see was Buster's huge cock.  His eyes betrayed
him though.  He just couldn't help but look.  Thankfully, Buster wasn't
hard and only the fat pink tip was sticking out of it's sheath.

   "Would you like to eat with Buster?" Carlos whispered as he knelt down
next to the boy.

   Robert tried not to blush but was unsuccessful.

   "Yeah, I think you would enjoy that," Carlos said as he gave the boy's
huge hard cock a stroke.

   Carlos enjoyed breeding male slaves just as much as he did females. 
However, he couldn't believe how mesmerized he was by Robert's cock.  The
thing looked to be about as thick as a coke can and at least as long as two
cans stacked on top of each other.

   God, the things he would like to do to that cock.p Okay, maybe that
didn't sound right.  Carlos had absolutely no desire to suck the thing or
anything like that.  No, what he would like to do was punish it.  Maybe
whip it with a belt.  He could stick things in the tip.  It would also be
nice to wrap the thing in wet leather and then listen to the boy beg in
pain as the hot air dried it out and tightened it around the huge
instrument.  And of course those large balls could use a little paddling as
well.

   Carlos of course could, and often did do many of these things with
David. However, punishing David's little penis and balls just isn't the
same as working on something as huge as this.

   Unfortunately, punishing a new puppy for no reason often hindered
training.  Plus, he knew he couldn't get too carried away without asking
Snake's permission first.

   Carlos knelt there a moment in order to give Robert time to get a good
mental picture of sharing Buster's bowl.  He then stood and gave the leash
a tug.  Robert gladly started following.

   As much as Carlos would have liked to put the boy in the cage with
Buster, the dog just wasn't trained enough.  There was still that small
chance Buster would attack Robert for trying to take his food.  The boy
wasn't quite ready for the dog's huge cock anyway.  It wouldn't be too long
though.

   Carlos continued all the way to the end where Diablo's cage was.  He
unhooked Robert's collar and then opened the pen's door and pointed his
finger inside.  Robert hesitated for a second but then reluctantly crawled
inside.

   Diablo noticed Robert enter but didn't stop eating.  The dog was well
aware of the routine.  First the human enters and then it crawls over and
starts eating out of his bowl.  There was never enough food for two. 
However, he knew there would be no food at all the next day if he tried to
bite the human.  That said, there seemed to be no penalty from trying to
eat as much as he could himself.

   "If you want to eat then you better get over there," Carlos told him. 
"He looks like he is already half done.  It will all be gone within a few
minutes."

   The idea of eating dog food sickened Robert.  Yet, the boy was extremely
hungry.  Other than a few dildos full of dog cum, Robert hadn't eaten
anything the prior two days.  And of course the enemas washed away what
little food he did have in his system.

   Robert slowly crawled over to the bowl.  It was full of brown chunks of
dry food.  The disgusting sight was only made worse by Diablo digging
around in it with his snout and tongue.

   "I can go another day without food," Robert thought to himself.

   While this was true, Robert also knew that being weak from hunger would
just make it 100 times easier for Carlos to break him.  Of course, Robert
also knew that getting him to share a dog bowl with Diablo would be a big
first step toward breaking him.  It was basically a catch 22.

   Robert thought about it for several seconds.  He knew that between the
two choices, eating the dog food was the best option.  Carlos could make a
ton more progress if Robert was starving.  Plus, Robert knew that he would
break down and eat the food anyway come the next day.

   While the best choice was to eat the food, it still took Robert a half
minute to will himself to do so.  He slowly leaned in.  The bowl was rather
large but it still required him to get his face right up against Diablo's.

   Robert quickly backed out when Diablo's large tongue slithered into his
mouth and out.  Robert gagged from disgust and spit on the ground next to
the bowl.  It had felt like the dog was kissing him.  In reality, the beast
was just going for food.  Over time, Diablo had learned that he could get
more food if he constantly tried to swipe it from the mouth of the humans.
The dog was better designed for eating from the bowl.  He could swipe most
of the food from the human, swallow it, and then get an entire other mouth
full of food before the human could go back in for more.  Mouth full,
swipe, mouth full, swipe...  it was a pretty simple pattern for the dog to
remember.

   "No biting," Carlos instructed.

   The command was for Robert, not Diablo.  Carlos had a human puppy once
that tried biting a dog's tongue in order to keep it from swiping his food.
Dogs are much better at biting and it didn't work out too well for the
human puppy.

   Robert had no intention of trying to bite a dog.  Especially a dog as
big and mean as Diablo.  He did, however, have a plan.

   After gagging a few more seconds, Robert put his face back into the bowl
next to Diablo.  Robert just kept his mouth shut tight.  Sure enough,
Diablo's tongue tried to lick inside.  The dog's tongue got past Robert's
lips but not past his teeth.

   It was disgusting feeling the dog's tongue lick across his teeth and
gums but Robert managed to keep from gagging.  Instead, the second the
tongue disappeared, Robert sprung into action and grabbed a mouth full of
the dog food.

   The plan was to wait for Diablo's lick each time and then grab food. 
What he didn't count on, however, was how fast Diablo could lick.  The
dog's long tongue was in Robert's mouth before the boy could even close it
half way around the dog food.

   The dog snatched at least half the food and came back for more. 
Robert's mouth was closed tight by then though.  However, the damn dog was
persistent.  Robert had to pull his head all the way up and away from the
bowl before the dog stopped licking at his mouth.  This of course was part
of Diablo's goal.  The further the human pulls away the more Diablo could
hog the bowl.

   Despite Diablo fully achieving his goals, Robert thought he had gained a
victory himself by just getting some of the food.  Robert only managed to
savor his victory for a few seconds.  It was then that the flavor of the
food registered.

   It was kind of like eating cereal.  Only instead of sugar it was coated
with a mild meaty gravy flavor with a pinch of fish and liver.  It was
horrid, yet not quite as bad as he expected.  It was still bad enough
though that he stopped chewing and just froze for a moment.  He needed all
his mental strength to keep from being sick.

   Carlos' dick got hard as he watched the boy.  The puppies always reacted
the same when they got their first bite of dog food.  They froze and then
turned a nice pale green.  Some threw up or spat the food out.  However,
most were so hungry that they just forced themselves to go back to chewing.
Even the ones that got sick the first time usually only held out for
another day before they started forcing themselves to eat the stuff.

   It wasn't so much the thought of the puppies eating the food that turned
Carlos on.  What turned him on was that he knew the puppies were being
taken down a few pegs.

   What Carlos didn't know was that this wasn't the first time Robert had
been made to eat dog food.  He had eaten it before while captive.  In fact,
this dog food tasted a ton better than what he ate in the past.  It still
disgusted Robert and had a big mental affect on him.  However, it was not
anywhere as big an effect as Carlos suspected it was.

   Robert froze for about 30 seconds and then forced himself to continue
chewing.  He ground it up good and swallowed hard.  His stomach wanted to
expel the mixture but Robert managed to hold it down.  There was a large
water bowl nearby and Robert licked up a quick few swallows.  He then went
back to the dog food bowl for more.

   This time Robert didn't try to get fancy.  He just grabbed some in his
mouth, let Diablo lick out his share, and then backed away so he could
chew. On his third trip to the bowl, Robert didn't bother to back away
while he chewed.  It was disgusting having the dog's tongue licking away at
his mouth and gums but Robert figured that as long as the dog was doing
this then he wasn't eating from the bowl.  That meant more food for Robert.

   By the fifth mouth full, Diablo had stopped the constant licking.  He
realized Robert wasn't going to back away so there was little purpose in
the licks.  Instead, Diablo just got the first swipe in each time and then
went back to eating from the bowl.

   Altogether, Robert got in about 10 half mouths full of food before the
bowl was empty.  It wasn't until the food was gone that it fully hit Robert
what he had just done.  Not only had he eaten the food but he had even
fought a dog over it.  It was humiliating.  However, his embarrassment and
humiliation more than doubled when he remembered Carlos.  He turned and
looked.  Sure enough, Carlos was standing there smiling.

   Robert quickly looked away.  Carlos didn't need to see the boy's face to
know he was utterly embarrassed.  Heck, half of the boy's body was a bright
red.  Robert went an even higher shade of red when Diablo started licking
the boy's face clean.  The dog licked at his face and then started forcing
his tongue into the boy's mouth.  Robert resisted at first but finally gave
in when the dog began to growl.  Robert wasn't sure if this was something
Carlos taught the dog or if the dog just wanted to ensure there were no
leftovers inside.

   Robert gagged as the tongue wiggled and licked around in his mouth for
several seconds.  The tongue was so long that it literally went into
Robert's throat a few times.  The entire tonguing lasted for several
minutes.  Tears of disgust, humiliation and hopelessness were running down
Robert's cheeks by the time the dog pulled away.

   It concerned Robert that he couldn't keep from crying.  It concerned him
even more that Carlos might notice the tears.  It was slave training 101.
The more tears you see during an activity the more often you did that
activity.  And Robert didn't want to do this any more than he had too.  It
was so gross!

   Robert wasn't stupid.  The other slaves were going through the same
ordeal right now.  That meant that he would probably have to endure this at
least once a day.  However, Carlos could easily turn this into an hourly
event or something horrible like that if he knew it had such a huge effect
on the boy.

   "Would you like to milk Diablo today?" Carlos asked.

   Robert froze for a moment.  He knew the proper response was to say
"yes". There would be some kind of punishment if he answered any other way.
However, he just couldn't give in to Carlos that easily.  He slowly shook
his head "no".

   To Robert's surprise, Carlos didn't yell or anything.  Robert glanced
back and noticed Carlos didn't even look angry.  The man just knelt down
and opened the cage.  He clicked his fingers.  Robert turned and began to
walk Carlos' direction.  However, Diablo beat him there.

   It quickly became clear that Carlos was calling for Diablo and not
himself.  Robert's eyes got big when he seen why.  Carlos was putting the
bark collar on Diablo.  The collar that controlled Robert's ball device.

   "I'll do it," Robert quickly volunteered.  "I'll do it!"

   Carlos ignored the boy.  He seldom gave second chances.  You obey the
first time or there are consequences.  Besides, the bark collar was going
to go on the dog regardless of what Robert's answer had been.

   Once the collar was in place, Diablo turned and looked evilly at Robert.
Carlos didn't need to give any commands, Diablo was well aware of what to
do once the collar was in place.

   "You're mine now bitch," Diablo thought to himself.

   Robert crawled backward in fear as the dog slowly walked toward him. 
When Robert reached a wall he tried crawling a different direction.  Diablo
knew he could just bark to get the human to hold still.  However, it was
fun to stalk them a little first.  It wasn't nearly as fun as hunting them
down outside but it was still enjoyable.  If he did it just right he could
even get the humans to pee themselves sometimes.

   Diablo shadowed Robert around the cage for well over a minute.  He liked
giving the humans false hope that they had figured out how to outsmart him.
They almost always fell for it also.  Diablo couldn't believe how stupid
humans were.  They think they are so smart and superior.  Yet, you take
away their magic handheld devices and stuff and they go from the top of the
food chain to the bottom.

   Diablo hated most humans, but not all.  He was okay with the old human.
He provided food and shelter.  He also provided a steady supply of humans
to play with.  That's not to say the older human was any smarter than the
rest.  For example, the old man had horrible communication skills.  Tons of
moons had gone by and the old guy still couldn't speak a word of dog
language.  Luckily, Diablo was smart enough to learn some of the human
language.  Though, he was sure most of the human language wasn't language
at all but simply random thoughtless sounds.

   Diablo settled for a spot not far from the exit.  It was the best spot
for showing off for the other dogs.  They couldn't see the action thanks to
the solid walls between the pens.  However, they would be able to easily
hear and smell the action.

   All it took was a simple growl to get the pathetic human to stop in his
tracks.  Diablo was eager to knot the human.  However, he knew the old
human would get angry and maybe even toss cold water on him if he didn't
play with the human first.

   Diablo leaned in and started licking Robert's mouth again.  The humans
seemed to always hate this.  This was especially true when you got your
tongue nice and deep inside.

   Robert gagged as the dog's tongue shot in and out of his throat over and
over.  He couldn't help himself.  Even if it wasn't disgusting, that rough
tongue rubbing his throat was triggering his gag reflex.

   The newer humans always gagged a lot.  They threw up some times also. 
Diablo didn't like when that happened.  He worked at the boy's mouth and
throat until the human had a good gag going.  Diablo then backed away to
let the boy get himself under control.  As soon as the gagging stopped,
Diablo went in for more.

   Diablo repeated the process 10 times before he stopped.  He was glad
when the old man didn't object.  Sometimes the old man would ask Diablo to
do this to a human for hours.  Diablo knew the humans hated this so of
course he enjoyed doing it.  That said, he enjoyed knotting the humans even
more.  Especially a human as tight as this one.

   "No!" Carlos chastised in Spanish when Diablo tried to mount.  "Suck."

   "Grrr," Diablo said to himself.

   He knew better than to voice his anger out loud to the old man.  The old
man might be a stupid human but he was not only good at rewarding but good
at punishing as well.  Though, it was the hope of rewards that usually got
Diablo to obey.

   Diablo reluctantly got off the human.  He walked to the head of the
human and waited.  The human didn't do anything.  Diablo growled.  Still
nothing.

   A loud barked echoed through the kennel.  It was quickly followed by
three humans screaming in pain.

   The special dog collars could be set to only affect one specific human
puppy or it could be set to affect them all.  Carlos always used the latter
with new puppies.  This early in training the puppies usually still had
compassion for others.  The pain to themselves was effective but knowing
other slaves would be punished as well sometimes made them try just a
little bit harder to obey.

   What Carlos didn't know yet was that Robert could give a shit about the
other slaves.  That's what they get for being weak and becoming slaves in
the first place.  Despite his situation, Robert didn't consider himself to
be a slave.  Not really.  He was just a temporary captive.

   That said, the pain from the ball device was more than efficient at
getting Robert to obey.  The only problem is that he didn't know what was
expected of him.  The dog was just standing there.

   "AWWW!" Robert and the other two slaves screamed as Diablo barked and
set off the devices again.

   It wasn't until after the second bark that Carlos remembered that Robert
didn't speak Spanish.  Robert therefore didn't understand the command given
to Diablo earlier.

   "He wants you to suck his cock," Carlos informed Robert in English.

   "No fucking way!"

   Okay, "no" was all that actually came out of Robert's mouth before he
caught himself.  He feared that even that might get him serious punishment.
It was under his breath though so hopefully Carlos didn't hear it.

   Several seconds went by but no punishment came.  While that was good
news, Robert still faced something much worse.  There was no way he was
going to suck a dog's ock!  He moved his head toward the cock though in
hopes that maybe Carlos would change his mind at the last moment.  Robert's
mouth got all the way to the cock though and no counter command came.

   "God, he really wants me to do it!" Robert thought to himself in horror.

   Robert wasn't sure why he was so caught off guard.  Deep down he knew
Carlos would eventually order him to do something like this.  However, a
part of him hoped it would be a week or so down the road.  He had hoped to
escape long before then.

   It was not a good sign that Carlos was asking this so soon.  Most
masters would prolong everything in order to savor the training process. 
Maybe start out with hand jobs the first week, anal the next, then
blowjobs. Carlos seemed only interested in training Robert as fast as he
could.  That meant Robert had a very rough time ahead.  Robert knew from
reading up on it that the safest way to train a slave was via a slow
process.  A fast process like what Carlos seemed to be using would break a
slave rather fast.  However, it would also do so with many possible bad
side effects.  One of the side effects that concerned Robert the most was
that the slave could go completely insane.

   Robert slowly backed away from Diablo's cock.  He just couldn't do it.
He knew that doing something this disgusting would surely fracture his
mind.

   "I won't do it!" Robert screamed in his head.

   "AWW!"

   The scream in his head was soon followed by a verbal scream of pain as
the dog barked again.

   "Maybe it won't be so bad," Robert thought as he recovered from the
pain. "It's just a cock.  It couldn't be that much worse than yesterday
when I ate dog cum."

   Robert knew that compromise was a slave's worst enemy.  You give in a
little here and a little there and the next thing you know you are a fully
trained and broken slave.  Robert caught himself and quickly told himself
he must refuse.  This wasn't even a small compromise, it was huge!  Yet,
even as he thought this he was already moving his face toward the cock
again.  Diablo's 1.75" thick, 8" long cock was fully extended from it's
sheath now.  The sight of the moist, red thing made Robert gag.

   "Oh my God, I'm actually going to suck that," Robert thought in horror.
"I'm actually going to suck a dog's cock!"

   It all seemed so surreal.  His brain just couldn't grasp what was about
to happen.  A part of his brain was even still trying to work out a way to
escape the ordeal.  Robert knew already though that there was no escape.

   Refusing wasn't an option.  His balls already felt like they were on
fire.  They felt like they might explode if he got a couple more shocks.

   Actual physical escape was completely out of the question.  He was
locked in the cage with the animal.  Even if he had use of his hands and
could open the cage door, he would still have to get past Carlos.  And on
top of all of that he still had the ball device on.  No, there was no
escape.

   When Robert's lips touched the cock, the boy felt the dog food in his
stomach threaten to come up.  He pulled his head back again and gagged for
several seconds.  All it took was a growl from Diablo to get Robert to move
back in.

   Robert held steady when his lips touched the second time.  Diablo's
growl didn't stop though until Robert finally parted his lips and let the
tip glide inside.  The taste wasn't as bad as Robert had expected.  There
was just a slight coppery taste.  The thought of what was in his mouth
still made him gag.

   Diablo patiently waited.  The new bitches always started out slow. 
First they work on the very tip, then they slowly let more in.  Almost a
minute passed before Diablo was satisfied that the bitch had his mouth open
wide enough.

   "Take that dick!" Diablo growled as he thrust forward.

   Robert was caught completely off guard.  One second he had about 2
inches of dog cock in his mouth and the next second he had 8 inches down
his throat.

   Diablo didn't give Robert time to adjust to it.  He just started humping
back and forth in the boy's throat.  Robert tried to back away but the dog
just kept following.  Diablo then mounted Robert from the front and wrapped
one of his front legs as tight as he could around the boy's stomach and
chest.

   "You aren't going anywhere bitch," Diablo panted as he continued to hump
into the boy's mouth.

   Carlos squeezed his hard dick through his overhauls as he watched Diablo
break the boy's throat in.  To Carlos, the visual aspect of it wasn't super
appealing.  No, what really turned him on was the power he had over Robert
at this moment.

   Despite the excitement, Carlos was a little disappointed.  Robert had
given in rather easily.  Even little David had taken over a dozen shocks
before he gave in the first time and sucked a dog's cock.  Carlos had a few
details on Robert but not the full story.  It was hard for him to tell if
Robert gave in easily because he was weak or if he just knew better than to
resist.  Carlos thought about it a few seconds and then just shrugged it
off.  It didn't really matter which was the case.  All that mattered was
that the boy was one step closer to being broken.

   While Robert might have given in, he was far from having accepted the
ordeal.  His brain was going a mile a minute as the dog humped away at his
mouth.  The dog had him locked down pretty good but Robert was certain he
could still escape.  However, when he started to try to fight free the dog
gave him a nip on the side.  The bite hurt like hell but he was pretty sure
the skin hadn't been broken.

   Diablo wasn't allowed to draw blood.  However, a few nips here and there
was not only acceptable but even seemed to please the old man.  Nips and
growls were all Diablo could really do though during a blowjob.  Sure, he
could threaten to bark in order to set off the ball device but he didn't
dare actually do so.  Shocking a human while they had your dick in their
mouth was never a good idea.

   Diablo had to admit that the human was handling the cock pretty well for
a first timer.  Most new humans struggle a lot more.  Their throats
convulse a lot more also.  Sometimes they convulse so much that his cock is
forced out of their throat.  And of course the newer ones always scrape his
cock with their teeth.  This human was doing that also but no where near as
bad.

   Robert forced himself to endure the horrid ordeal the best that he
could. He did pretty well also until the precum started.  Dog precum
doesn't just drool out, it squirts out with rather strong force and in
rather large quantities.  Robert got two large bursts of the stuff directly
down his throat before he managed to pull his mouth free.

   "AWW!" Robert screamed as the dog barked and the ball device went off.

   Robert fell to his elbows in pain but he quickly got back up and took
the large slimy cock back into his mouth.  Diablo didn't wait this time
before starting to hump back and forth.

   Robert turned a pale green as squirt after squirt of the precum shot
into his mouth and down his throat.  There was no real taste to it.  It was
more the thought than anything else that made him ill.

   Carlos was impressed.  Most new puppies would have thrown up by now. 
Plus, the real dog would have been complaining a ton more than Diablo was.
Usually, Carlos had to call a halt to the throat fuck before the 5 minute
mark.  The risk of damage to the dogs from the puppy's constant scraping
with teeth was just too great.  Robert was going on 8 minutes already and
not only was Diablo not complaining much but the dog even looked like he
might cum soon.  That was very unusual for a first time.

   Robert was in a daze.  Not only was the ordeal mentally overwhelming but
he was having a hard time breathing and his brain was only getting a
fraction of the air it needed.  The boy became more and more passive.  It
wasn't long before he gave up all struggle and just let the dog have his
way.  Diablo responded by increasing the speed of his trusts.

   "You're mine now, Bitch," Diablo panted as he neared his climax.

   It was around the 10 minute mark that Diablo peak and started cumming in
the boy's mouth and throat.  Robert realized what was happening but could
only find the strength to groan in protest as the thick fluid coated his
mouth and slimed it's way down his throat.

   Diablo pulled away a minute later and went to a corner and laid down. 
It was another minute, however, before Robert realized the event was over.
Even then he just stayed frozen staring blankly at the ground.

   It wasn't until he felt something being pressed against his asshole that
Robert started to snap out of it.  At first he thought Diablo was mounting
him.  However, he then realized it was actually Carlos.

   "No..." Robert barely managed to whisper as he felt Carlos' 8" cock
force it's way inside.

   Robert didn't try to struggle.  He didn't have much strength.  Besides,
the fuck seemed almost insignificant compared to what he just went through.


   Carlos chuckled as he felt the boy go passive.  He knew how filled with
disgust and humiliation the boy must be.  How could he not be?  He no doubt
could still taste the dog on his tongue and had a belly full of dog jizz
and dog food.  God, what a turn on.
   (Continued)