Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
From: Matt@raphael.demon.co.uk
Subject: Max's Day (M, man-dog, dogs, d/s)
Date: Tue, 18 Oct 1994 00:30:28 GMT

			      Max's Day
			       Part One

	He stood on all fours on the ground before his master, naked
save for the black collar, studded with chrome, attached to the chain
leash his master held. The bedroom was warm enough to prevent him from
shivering but not so warm that the luxury of clothing wouldn't go
amiss. He had been woken early, before he was ready, and the collar
had been buckled round his neck, pulled tight enough to avoid it being
loose. The tag had rattled as he had turned his head to look at his
master. With a simple command he was removed from the bed and told to
lie in the corner of the room, on his front, like a dog.

	The others were there too. Two of them. One a large tan Great
Dane, his short coat covering a powerful build. The other, also a
Dane, was darker with sad eyes, though smaller, his build was not much
less impressive for it. They were confused by his presence but
accepted him readily enough as he played submissive to them, averting
his gaze and rolling over before them. The hour or so before his
master finally woke had been spent trying to rest and relax. It was
going to be a hard day.

	`Max,' that was him, `Sit!'

	His master tugged down on the leash and he sat as best he
could, arms in front of him between his knees. His dick was already
hard and a nagging voice in the back of his mind reminded him he was
painfully unprotected, exposed.

	Another command, `Down!' and a tug on the leash sent him
forwards, prostrating himself on the ground, forced by the leash. The
process was repeated a few times, tugs on the leash forcing him to
behave and do as he was told.

	`There's a good boy.' His master patted his head a few times
and spoke in an encouraging tone. He had been good, done as he was
told.

	Then, to start the day, he was led to the corridor and lay
down with the other dogs in front of the bathroom door, waiting
obediently while his master showered. When he emerged from the shower
still wet, towel round his midriff, his leash was taken again and he
was led back to the bedroom.

	`Stand.' His master positioned him on all fours and held on to
the leash as he encouraged the huge tan dog up behind him. The dog
paused and sniffed at the human dog, confused until his master patted
the leashed human's back and encouraged him up. Still holding the
leash, the master leaned over and began to rub at the base of the
dog's sheath, slowly at first then faster until the pink tip of the
dog's dick began to point out from its furry home.

	The man-dog felt the squirts of warm pre-cum striking his rear
as the master guided the dog inside him. There was a sudden pressure
against his sphincter and then he felt the dog enter him. The master
withdrew and held tight on to the leash, holding him exactly in place
and ordering him to `Stand!' as the dog began to fuck him. Its thrusts
were hard and fast, going deep inside him, it's not held just outside
his sphincter by the master. Inside him he could feel its dick, hot as
it pounded him, giving long squirts of pre-cum. His master watched
eagerly as he was subjected, no choice in the matter. He was the
bitch.

	And then it got faster, shaking backwards and forwards until
its pre-cum got thick and warmer as it came and emptied its cum inside
him. He moaned as the dog came and the master held it there for a
while before letting it withdraw.

	As it slipped out of him, the master tugged on his leash and
commanded him `down!' He slowly got down from all fours on to his
stomach and lay there, recovering his breath as the master removed his
towel and called to the other dog who clambered up easily and moved
over to sniff at him.

	The man-dog lay on the floor, feeling the remains of the dog's
cum around his arsehole and watching as the other dog was encouraged
to mount the master. It reared up on to his back and began humping,
its dick emerging from its sheath despite the fact that it had not
found his arsehole. He reached round with practised hand and guided
the long pink phallus that was already squirting jets of pre-cum
towards his rear and through his sphincter. He gasped as it entered
him and clenched his fists as it began to fuck him not caring for his
comfort, with wild thrusts back and forth, so hard its feet almost
left the ground with each push forwards.

	The man-dog could tell when the dog was cumming. His master
was moaning quietly, then it stopped thrusting. The master held it
there for a while until he was ready to let it go and then it withdrew
and retreated to the corner of the room to lick itself clean.

	`Max.' The master turned his head half way towards his dog,
back still facing him, on his knees arms resting on the bed. The man-
dog clambered quickly up on to all fours ready to please his master.
`Come on,' the master encouraged him and patted the floor next to him.
The man-dog trotted over, dragging the leash with him.

	As soon as the handle was in reach the master grabbed it and
pulled his dog towards him.

	`Lick me clean.'

	The man-dog moved round behind his master and craned his neck
downwards. He reached out with his tongue and began to lick delicately
at the master's arsehole tasting the salt of the dog's cum. The master
tugged at the leash,

	`Harder.'

	The man-dog reached forward with his head again and began to
lap, his tongue lightly touching the master's sphincter and then
almost going through as he strove to clean his master of the liquid
the dog had left behind.

	While he did this he could hear his master moaning as his free
hand jerked up and down on his dick until finally, just as the man-dog
was finishing, he shouted and went stiff, cumming up his stomach.

	After a few seconds of inactivity the master turned round and
pulled on the leash until the man-dog approached and began to lap at
the salt cum on his chest, cleaning him with his tongue.

	The master dressed quickly and removed the leash. He left the
bedroom followed by all his dogs and went through to the kitchen where
he proceeded to make breakfast, ordering his dog up on to the couch
where the dogs lay. Eventually, when he had finished, he retrieved the
bowls in which the dogs were fed. He called them over as he put their
food together from a number of sources. Rice from a large pan, milk, a
number of dog biscuits from a sack and then the meat, sliced from a
large roll of dog food. The dog-man followed obediently as the master
took the bowls outside and dumped them on the ground. He sent one of
the dogs to each and then took the man-dog by the collar and led him
to his share.

	`Eat.'

	He left the man-dog at the bowl and stood back watching.

	The smell from the bowl was not very pleasant but the
proximity to the dog he was sharing with and the thought of pleasing
his master sent the man-dog's dick hard. He leaned over the bowl and
began to eat, picking up what he could with his human face, using his
tongue to pull bits up from the bowl. Occasionally the head of the dog
would bump against his and deposit bits of food in his hair. The meat
was bland but bearable, the biscuits were soaking the milk but still
fairly dry and he ate as quickly as he could, milk going all over his
face, getting in his hair.

	At one point he turned his body so that he was rubbing against
the dog and his face was caught by its chewing, a jowl spreading food
down his cheek. He could feel the master watching as he ate as he was
ordered, fed with the dogs and denied the human comforts of knife and
fork. If he wasn't sure before, he could be sure now that he was
nothing more than a dog, and a dog low down in the pack at that. What
little pride there was left in his mind was removed as he ate from the
bowl, sharing the food with the dog.

	When it was finished a bowl containing water was placed on the
ground and they drank, the water becoming steadily dirtier with bits
of food from the dog's mouths.

	The master led him inside and cleaned the bowls, ordering him
to lie on the floor exposing his erection while he washed them. When
finished the master took a moment to stroke down his stomach and dwell
slightly on his balls before clipping the leash back on and leading
the man-dog to the centre of the room.

	`Max, Stand.' He held the leash taught and made sure his dog
wasn't moving before he approached his dog and looked him over
appraisingly.

	`Now let's see what sort of mongrel we have here... '

	The man-dog shifted slightly, getting his arms comfortable.

	The master tugged sharply on the leash.

	`I said Stand!'

	He kept the tension on to prevent the man-dog from moving
further and with his free hand checked the ears and eyes, keeping
tight tension whenever the man-dog's head moved at his examination.

	`Let's see your teeth... '

	He pulled back his dog's lips as far as they would go, almost
painfully, and checked them over.

	`Hmmm... Overbite is OK... '

	The sudden pressure on his head caused the man-dog's arm to
shift slightly. The master immediately tugged sharply on the leash and
almost shouted in a deep voice,

	`Max, stand! By hell!'

	When he was sure the man-dog was still, still keeping the
leash taught, he ran his hand down his naked sides,

	`Bones seem fine.'

	Then, as his hand reached the man-dog's legs he quickly
reached down underneath past the erection and grabbed his balls.

	The man-dog managed to keep still, obedient despite the cold
of the hand on his balls and the probing fingers. The master nodded,
`Two normally descended testicles.' He let go of the leash looking the
man-dog in the eyes and spoke in a stern voice.

	`Stand.'

	Then, leaving his dog exposed in the middle of the room he
left momentarily and came back holding a thermometer the end of which
he lubricated with Vaseline. He took hold of the lead again and,
keeping tension tight, inserted the thermometer into his dog's rectum.

	While the red line moved towards the correct temperature he
reached the hand holding the leash forwards and scratched the man-dogs
hair,

	`Good boy.'

	The chain leash draped across his naked back and caused him to
shift ever so slightly but not enough to merit telling off.

	Eventually the master withdrew the thermometer and examined
it.

	`Ummm... a bit low, but that's ok.'

	He cleaned it off and discarded it.

	Then his eye fell upon the man-dog's arsehole.

	`I wonder if this lad is into a bit of arse play... '

	He kept one hand tight on the leash and with the other,
retrieved the Vaseline and gently smeared some around the man-dog's
sphincter. Seeing that the man-dog wasn't moving at this, he pushed a
finger through the sphincter and well into him. There was a slight
movement that caused him to tighten the leash again. He followed the
first with a second and pushed them up inside his dog's rectum. The
man-dog pushed gently back against the fingers, forcing them deeper
inside and applying pressure. The master smiled and withdrew his
fingers,

	`Mmmmm... This is one sexy pup. I'll be sure to give him a
good fucking later on.'

	He stood and let the leash go looser for a minute.

	`Finish the training first.'

	The master stood to the right of his dog with the leash in his
right hand and commanded,

	`Max. Sit.'

	The man-dog returned to sitting position quickly and
obediently and looked up at his master with wide eyes.

	The master suddenly took a step forward giving a harder jerk
on the leash than he had before.

	`HEEL.'

	The tug almost pulled the man-dog over but he managed to
recover and follow as his master took a few more steps forwards. He
managed to keep up as his master walked around the room with him on
the leash, taking the corner slowly to get him used to them. His
master let him out quite far on the leash before pulling it hard to
get him back into line. This was repeated a few times, the man-dog
being allowed to stray further before being pulled harder back to his
master. Eventually he stopped and commanded `Sit.' The man-dog
stopped walking but didn't manage to get into sitting position fast
enough.

	`Sit dammit!'

	The master raised a hand and his dog scrambled to sitting
position, looking up obediently at his master. The master looked back
at him,

	`We need more space, it'd be easier if we went outside. Max.
HEEL.'

	He tugged at the leash again and opened the door. The man-dog
followed him through and outside to the van.

	The master drove in silence. He had sat the man-dog in the
passenger seat with an old tee-shirt on. His collar was still firmly
buckled round his neck and the tee-shirt had been positioned so that
his erection and balls were exposed.

	As he drove the master would occasionally reach down a hand
and rub at his dog's dick, teasing him but not bringing him to climax.
Eventually they reached the master's intended destination and pulled
to a halt. Before getting out of the car the master removed the man-
dogs tee-shirt and took the leash. He got out, moved round the the
passenger door, opened it and clipped the leash on to the man-dog's
collar again.

	`Max. Heel.'

	A tug on the leash brought his dog from the van and onto the
shortish grass of the secluded area.

	`Sit.'

	The man-dog took up the sitting position next to the master
and looked up at him expectantly. His master scratched the top of his
head.

	`GOOD boy! That's a GOOD dog! Max. DOWN.'

	He tugged down on the leash and the man-dog slid forwards onto
his stomach, still watching his master as best he could. The process
was repeated a few times until the master was sure that the man-dog
was being completely obedient. He sat on the grass with his dick
standing against his stomach and his balls touching the grass below,
held on the leash.

	`DOWN. GOOD boy! Who's a GOOD dog, huh?'

	The master moved round and placed his hand in front of the
man-dogs eyes, still holding the leash but holding it loose.

	`Max. STAY.'

	He took a step away from the man-dog, leaving the leash loose.

	The man-dog started forwards but stopped, unsure as to what to
do here.

	`Stay! Goddammit!'

	The master moved to stand quickly on the leash, forcing the
man-dog's head flat on the ground, watching him.

	Then after a minute of this he stepped back beside and patted
his obedient dog.

	`GOOD boy! Max. Sit!'

	The man-dog returned to sitting. `Max. HEEL.' He stepped
forward and the man-dog followed, keeping up quite well. The walk took
him round the area, a sharp tug and a `HEEL' at each of the turns
making sure that he kept close to his master. They came to a stop,
`Sit!' and the master stroked his back,

	`Good boy! You're learning quickly!'

	He moved round in front of the man-dog, placed his hands
behind his dog's ears and ruffled the hair,

	`Who's a GOOD boy, huh?'

	A kiss on the man-dog's mouth caused his dog to lick his face
obediently and lovingly. The dog loved his master and wanted to please
him.

	The master reached a hand forward and began to stroke up his
dog's dick, touching the balls briefly as he went. The man-dog shifted
slightly but the hand that remained stroking his head held him fairly
still.

	`Is my puppy enjoying that? Hmmm?'

	The man-dog licked at his face again. The master removed his
hand from the man-dog's dick and adjusted his own as it grew hard in
his trousers. He looked at the man-dog for a second then stood.

	`Max. Stand.'

	The man-dog got to his feet and stood on all fours, watching
his master as he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, undid the
button and let his trousers down. He reached down a hand and wet the
fingers with saliva, pushing into the man-dog's mouth, then moved
round behind him and rubbed it gently into his dick as he released it
from his briefs. The man-dog shifted slightly and this was greeted
with a sharp tightening of the leash.

	`Stand.'

	The master got to one knee behind the man-dog and with one
hand held on to his dog's hip and pulled back as the other, still
holding the leash taught, guided his dick towards the man-dog's
arsehole. The man dog gasped quietly as the head of his master's dick
pushed through his sphincter.

	As soon as it was in position, his master removed his other
hand from it and grabbed his obedient dog's other hip, pulling him
back and plunging his dick far into him. He held the leash tight, the
chain draped, cold over the man-dog's back and tugged as the man-dog
shifted.

	`Stand I said.'

	He began to thrust, sliding his dick in and out of his dog,
getting faster and making long deep thrusts.

	Suddenly he began to fuck the man-dog deep, pulling his hips
as his own thrust forwards and slapping his thighs into his dog's
arse. The man-dog suppressed a whimper as the leash was pulled tighter
and his master reached peak, slamming in to him and moaning, `... good
boy... who's a good boy huh?... good dog... ' over and over. There was
a sudden shudder from his master and the man-dog felt himself being
pulled back harder than before against him as the master buried his
dick deep inside his dog and started cumming, jetting warm semen into
his dog's rectum. The man-dog heard him whisper through clenched
teeth, 'GOOD boy.' The master leaned forwards all of a sudden and
rested on his man-dog's back, exhausted, and reached a hand forwards
to scratch his dog's head.

	`Good boy, huh? Who's a good dog, huh?'

	The master slipped his dick from the dog's arse suddenly and
pulled on the leash.

	`Max. Stand.'

	The man-dog straightened himself up, his arse still feeling
wet and warm after being fucked so hard. `HEEL.' The master led the
man-dog who followed obediently, walked him on the leash until he was
standing directly over a puddle that seemed more mud than water.

	`Max. Stand.'

	The man-dog stood over it, legs and arms positioned on either
side of it, his dick hanging, though still erect.

	`Max, out-for-a-pee. Max, out-for-a-pee.'

	The master looked expectantly at his dog.

	After a few seconds, the man-dog started. His dick jerked once
or twice and a stream of urine began to flow from it, the angle of his
erection sending it up his stomach and on to his chest before it
dripped from him and mingled with the water of the puddle below.

	When he was finished his master glanced down to the puddle and
gave a little smile.

	`Max. DOWN.'

	He tugged down hard on the leash and forced the man-dog to
speed up as he went down on to his stomach in the puddle. The mixture
of water, mud and piss was cold and shifted around him as the pressure
of his stomach rested upon it.

	`Roll over, Max. Roll over!'

	There was another tug on the leash and the man-dog rolled over
on to his side and then back in the puddle, his dick slapping against
his stomach and his balls exposed as he did so. His stomach was
covered with wet mud and the rolling had smeared it round his side,
now on to his back. The master knelt down beside his dog and removed a
chew bone from his pocket.

	`Here... Max! What's this?'

	He held it close to his dog's face until he reached up and
took it in his teeth. The master stood again and looked down at him
there, naked in the puddle with his own urine, collar round neck and
bone in mouth. He grinned and dipped one of his shoes in the puddle,
picking up a good deal of mud before he smeared it with his foot over
his dog's balls, dick and stomach.

	Then he looked down again and smiled. `Good boy. Good boy
Max!'

	Then he undid his trousers again and released his dick.

	`You need cleaning.'

	He aimed downwards and began to pee, a stream of his urine
falling on to the dog's balls, then up and down his stomach spraying
him before the master moved and targeted his head, face and hair.

	When he finished he tugged on the leash. `Max. Sit.' The
man-dog clambered to sitting position, still in the puddle, covered
with mud and marked as his master's property with his urine. The
master held out his dick.

	`Lick it clean boy, come on, clean it.'

	A tug on the leash brought the man-dog closer and he extended
his tongue, licking the last drops of urine from his master's dick
before it was returned to his trousers.

	`GOOD boy!'

	His master ruffled his hair where it was clean.

	`HEEL.'

	And he was led back to the car.

			       Part Two

	The master clipped the leash back on the man-dog's collar and
led him from the car back towards the house. When they reach the door
he pulled down on the leash.

	`Max. Go DOWN.'

	The man-dog flattened himself to the floor and waited as his
master went inside and began to lay a series of towels on the floor.
His dog was too dirty to be allowed on the carpet.

	After a few minutes, the sounds of running water could be
heard and his master returned to the door. He paused for a minute
inside, looking at his dog who sat outside covered in mud. His chest
was covered, as was his stomach, and it had dried thick on his
erection and balls. His hair was matted with a mixture of mud and
urine. He was filthy, a dog.

	The master opened the door and took the leash.

	`Max. Heel.'

	He tugged and his dog followed obediently. They went round
the side of the house where the master fetched a hose.

	`Max. Stand!'

	He kept tension on the leash as he turned the hose on and
sent a jet of water at his dog, cleaning off most of the thicker mud.
Then, after making sure he had soaked the man-dog all over, he stood
back a bit.

	`Max, have-a-shake!'

	The man-dog shook as best he could and managed to loose some
more of the mud.

	Then he was led back to the house and inside, yanked by the
leash on to the towels whenever it looked like he might stray on to
the clean carpet. He was led through the house to the bathroom where a
bath had just been run. The master removed his leash and pushed his
dog towards the bathtub.

	`Go on boy. Hup.'

	When he had been pushed up against the side and could go no
further, the man-dog clambered into the bath and stood on all fours.

	The water was lukewarm, hardly hot at all, and as he stood on
all fours the rest of the mud began to come loose. The master produced
a sponge that he soaped up.

	`Max. Stand.'

	He held tight on to his dog's collar to prevent him moving as
he soaped him over, pausing around the groin to gently rub the
erection that had sprung up, not letting it go any further than
teasing though.

	Then when he was sure he had soaped most of his dog and that
there was only a slight residue remaining he removed his own clothes.
The man-dog watched as his master turned on the shower and checked to
make sure it was hot enough. He grabbed his dog's collar and tugged
him out of the bath with a `HEEL,' then led him in to the shower on
all fours, soaking him and washing off the excess.

	When the water that poured from his dog's body was clear, he
stepped in to the shower and cleaned himself off, leaving his dog to
stand on all fours waiting for him in the shower. When he was clean
himself, he bent over and soaped over his dog's body again, giving it
a final clean.

	Then he stood and turned his back to his dog.

	`Max... Come on. Lick me clean.'

	The man-dog scrambled up behind his master and began to lick
at his arsehole, his tongue gently massaging the sphincter at the same
time as it was cleaned by the water from the shower.

	The master stopped abruptly and turned around, pulling his
dog's head towards the erection he had.

	`Lick me clean... Good boy.'

	The man-dog licked with long strokes around his master's balls
and up the stalk of his dick to the head. This he continued with for a
few minutes until his master pulled his head away.

	`Max. STAY.'

	He left the shower and returned moments later with a clear
enema bag which he filled with water from the shower.

	`Max. STAND.'

	He bent over his dog and inserted the nozzle carefully into
his rectum, then squeezed slowly on the bag. The man-dog felt the warm
water flood into his rectum, cleaning out the dog cum from earlier,
his master's cum too.

	When the bag had been emptied inside him his master commanded
`Max, out-for-a-pee!' but held on to the collar so that his dog had no
choice but to squat there and empty the water from himself. The
process was repeated and eventually the master turned off the shower
and dried himself, ordering his dog to `have a shake' before rubbing
him down with a towel and kissing him.

	`Good boy, huh?'

	Then the man dog was led to the corridor just outside and
ordered `DOWN' as the master washed the other dogs, paying special
attention to their arses.

	Back in the bedroom the master didn't get dressed. He clipped
the leash back on to his dog's collar and led him to the centre of the
room before retrieving some KY jelly from a drawer and gently smearing
a large amount around his dog's anus. The man-dog stood there, held
still by the tension of the leash but not wanting to move anyway as
his master fingered his rear.

	Then without any further warning the master called one of the
other dogs over. He held the leash taut and encouraged the large tan
dog up behind the man-dog.

	`Max. You STAND.'

	He stood obediently not able to move anyway as the rubbing of
the leather collar round his neck reminded him. He felt once more the
wetness on his rear from a squirt of the dog's precum.

	Then, still jerking off the dog at his rear to get his dick
hard, his master called the other dog in front of the man-dog. He
tugged on the leash and the man dog turned to him and looked into his
masters eyes.

	`Max. Lick him clean.'

	The man-dog turned slowly back to the big dog that was
standing in front of him. The master encouraged the dog behind to
mount the man-dog, his dick pushed against the man-dog's naked arse,
wetting it with precum.

	Then he moved round the front of his man-dog and turned the
other dog down round until it's arse was pointing at his face.

	`Come on Max. Lick him clean.'

	He jerked the leash forwards and the man-dog moved, burying
his face in the fur of the dog's rear end. His master jerked the leash
again.

	`I said lick him CLEAN.'

	The man-dog extended his tongue and began to lick at the flesh
of the dog's arse hole. The master moved briefly round the back again
and quickly pushed the dick of the tan dog into the man-dog's anus.
Having found his mark, the tan dog began to hump hard, fucking the
man-dog as he licked at the arse hole of the other. All the while the
master held his bottom dog still on the leash, occasionally tweaking
his dick to show he loved him. The man-dog shuddered at the force of
the tan dog fucking him and his face was pushed further into the fur
of the dog who's arse he was licking. The humiliation of pleasuring
them both in this way was great but he was pleasing his master and
that was what he was for, pleasing his master. The dog up his arse
suddenly slammed forwards and started cumming, the precum and cum
mixing inside the man-dog and causing him to gasp, momentarily
breaking his licking. The master took hold of his collar and held his
face hard into the fur of the dog before him.

	`I said CLEAN, Max.'

	The man-dog obeyed and carried on licking even as the tan dog
behind him finished fucking him and slowly pulled out of his hole that
was now slick with cum. Abruptly the master pulled him away from the
dog's arse.

	`Max. Lick him clean.'

	He led his man-dog on the leash to the tan dog and pushed his
face towards the dog's dick. The man-dog started to lick again,
cleaning the thick pink stalk of the cum that coated it from his arse.
The leash was still kept taut reminding him that his master was
watching him as he leaned over and licked the dog's dick clean.

	`Good boy Max. Now show him you're grateful.'

	The man-dog looked back at his master for a second.

	`Give him a kiss, Max, come on, give him a kiss.'

	The man-dog turned back to the tan dog and leaned down over
his face then moved close and placed his lips round the tan dog's,
pushing his tongue inside and licking round his teeth, trying to catch
tongues with him. The dog's saliva got on his tongue and left a bland
taste but he carried on licking at his mouth, kissing him deeply.

	The master pulled him away again and commanded him `STAND' as
he led the dog who's arse he'd been licking round behind him and began
to encourage him to mount his man-dog. The tan dog was called round
the front and positioned with his arse to the man-dog's face.

	`Now lick him Clean Max, lick him clean.'

	This time there was no hesitation. The man-dog knew what his
master wanted and knew that it would please him. He pushed his face to
the short fur and began licking at the black flesh of the dog's arse
hole. The dog behind him was shooting precum up his leg as his master
encouraged him up. With no warning the man-dog felt the dog's dick
push in to him and begin to fuck hard in and out, lubricated by the
cum of the last dog. The man- dog's dick jumped as he felt it, the
furry legs of the dog behind him slamming in to his arse as he was
fucked and the joy of pleasing his master as he licked the tan dog's
arse. The voice in the back of his head tried to interject but
couldn't. He had to do this because it was what his master wanted. He
had no say in the matter, he was bottom dog and all he had to do was
please his master, a fact he was reminded of by the constant pressure
on his collar from the leash. The dog behind him started cumming
quickly and filling him with more. His arse felt slimy and cold from
the last dog's fucking.

	When the dog at his rear had finished and withdrawn he was
pulled once more away from the arse in his face and turned around.

	`Lick him clean Max.'

	He moved over to the dog that had just screwed him and bent
down over it, licking at its dick and tasting both its cum and that of
the tan dog. The slimy feeling in his arse remained as the warm cum
mixed with the cold.

	When the dog's dick began to shrink back into its sheath his
master pulled his head away again.

	`Good boy, Max, good BOY. `Give him a kiss, Max.'

	The man-dog obeyed his master and pushed his tongue inside the
dog's mouth, kissing him deeply and roaming around his teeth, picking
up saliva as he went.

	The master pulled him back.

	`Max. STAND.'

	The man-dog stood still as his master picked up the chew bone
and handed it to his face. `What's that Max? Eh?' The man-dog took it
in his teeth and stood there happy. His master loved him.

	`STAND.'

	The master kept tight hold on the leash as he knelt down
behind his bottom dog and without waiting pushed his dick hard inside
him. The cum of the two other dogs lubricated his entry and kept him
slick as he began to hump hard. The man-dog kept the bone in his teeth
as he stood on all fours, his master fucking him slowly at first but
getting faster and harder. `Good... boy... ' He pushed deeper with
each thrust and pulled hard back on his man-dog's hips, shaking him
back and forth until suddenly he shouted and pushed hard forwards,
holding his bottom dog as a bitch as he started to cum inside him, his
own mingling with that of the dogs who had screwed him just before.

	When he finished with a shout he withdrew quickly and used the
leash to turn the man-dog's head to him. `Max. Lick me clean.' He
pulled his dog forward. The man-dog licked quickly and eagerly at his
master's dick. The feeling in his arse was uncomfortable and the
feeling of having pleasured all his master's other pets and his
master, being their bitch, was humiliating but his master loved him
enough to fuck him and he loved his master.

	The master cleaned up, ordering the man-dog to lie in the
corridor again and, when he was dressed, he led him back into the
lounge.

	`Max. DOWN.'

	He pulled the leash down and had his bottom dog lie in front
of him as he made himself some lunch in the kitchen.

	While it was cooking he removed the leash from the man-dog's
collar and retrieved a chew bone from the mouth of one of the other
dogs. Without bothering to clean the saliva from it, the master took
it to his bottom dog and handed it to his mouth.

	`What is it eh Max? A bone?'

	The man-dog took it in his mouth and lay flat on the floor
before his master. The saliva from the dog's mouth dripped from the
bone into his and his own mouth being open coupled with the saliva he
was producing from the smell of his master's lunch set him drooling
too.

	`Max. SIT.'

	The man-dog pulled himself into sitting position and looked at
his master. The master reached out and took hold of the bone.

	`Max. GIVE.'

	The man-dog released the bone and watched as his master held
it just above his head.

	`Jump. Come on boy, get the bone!'

	The man-dog reared up for a second to grab the slimy bone in
his mouth but his master pulled it away at the least minute, eyes
fixed firmly on his bottom dog's exposed dick and balls.

	`Get the bone.'

	He repeated the process, still not letting the man-dog catch
it in his teeth.

	`Max. BEG.'

	He pushed his dog into the sitting position and raised his
hands to a begging posture.

	`BEG.'

	The man-dog began to pant, his tongue hanging out as he did
so. The master held the bone just over his face and the man-dog
shifted upwards to try and take it but it was snatched away again.

	`BEG.'

	He returned to the begging position and, when his master was
sure he knew his place, he tossed the bone back to him, still covered
in slime from the other dogs. `Show us your bone, Max.' The man-dog
paraded round the room with his head held high with the bone in his
mouth. His master loved him.

	The master returned from the kitchen with a plate and a couple
of dog biscuits that he threw to the man-dog who ate them from the
floor.

	`Max. Come here.'

	The man-dog trotted over to his master. `Sit.' The leash was
clipped back on and attached to the leg of the table as the master sat
and ate, rubbing his dog with a foot.

	`Max. Roll over.'

	He rolled over and his master rubbed at his balls with his
foot, quite heavily.

	When he had finished, the master leaned down to watch his
man-dog under the table with his dick and balls bared facing towards
him. He took his plate, the food mostly finished, and placed it on the
floor then called the other dogs over, allowing them both a short lick
at it.

	Then he released his bottom dog's leash from the table leg and
led him over to the plate.

	`Finish it off, boy.'

	The man-dog leaned over and licked the plate clean of the
lunch that remained and the saliva the dogs had deposited there.

	When it was clean he was pulled back.

	`Max. DOWN.'

	The tug down on his leash brought him down until he was flat
on the ground.

	`Good BOY Max!'

	The master patted his dog on the head.

	`Now STAY.'

	He took a step back from the man-dog and seeing that he wasn't
going to move left the room to go outside. The other dog's followed
him but they weren't bottom dog. The man-dog lay obediently until has
master returned and took up the leash.

	`Max, HEEL.'

	He led his dog outside and down into the garden.

			      Part Three

	The man-dog lay in the kennel and stared out at his master in
the garden. He had been led here and the leash attached to a pole
while he master ordered him `DOWN' in the wooden dog house. The dirt
on the floor and the smell of dogs that reached his nose was
unpleasant but he lay there because he had been ordered to.

	And if it wasn't that which told him he was his master's dog,
the sight of him out there playing with the others, teasing them and
ignoring him as he lay on his stomach in the kennel was enough to show
him that he was bottom dog. A flush came to his face as he looked up
and saw over the fence. He shifted back in the kennel as he realised
that he could be seen. The thought of being spotted as his master's
dog made him harder but at the same time worried him. He could end it
all now of course... He banished the thought from his head. He had
been told to lie here and he was to do as he had been told.

	The man-dog shifted against the floor and a wave of pleasure
passed through his groin. He had been hard for hours and his master
had denied him any chance of release. His master wasn't watching him,
he was being ignored. He shifted against the floor again and his
master didn't notice. The man-dog began to slowly rub against the
floor of the kennel. His leash jingled slightly as it moved but not
enough to cause his master to look over. He rubbed backwards and
forwards over the floor, getting harder as the rough wood stimulated
him. The smell of the dogs was turning him on and his rubbing quickly
changed as he started raising and lowering himself on to the floor of
the kennel. He was getting so engrossed that he didn't see his master
turn towards him.

	`Max.' The master walked quickly over to the kennel. The man-
dog stopped quickly and looked up at his master, ashamed to have been
seen.

	`Max. Come.'

	The master gestured to his dog and he came slowly from the
kennel, dick jumping as he suddenly left his humping of the floor.

	`Come on boy!'

	He patted his chest and the man-dog approached.

	`Come on boy, hup!'

	The man-dog reared and rested his arms on his master's chest,
eyes wide with anticipation. The master grinned.

	`Is my puppy hot hey?'

	He ruffled the man-dog's hair, moved back, his man-dog
following, and stopped when the leash was extended as far as it would
go.

	`Come on then.'

	He pulled at the man-dog's hips and suddenly his pet
understood what he wanted. He began to buck his hips back and forth,
thrusting towards his master. The master grinned and watched the man-
dog's dick as it slapped against his stomach. The man-dog was fully
aware he was outside but his desire took over. He had been denied this
and he needed it. His thrusts shook the master with their force
despite the fact that he wasn't hitting anything. The master leaned
forwards slightly, receiving a lick on the face from his loving dog
and reached out with his hand, grabbing on to his dick and providing
pressure for him to thrust against.

	`Good boy, yeah.'

	The master kept a hand on his pet's head and rubbed the other
against his dick. The man-dog let his tongue hang and carried on
humping hard, too lost in the feeling to think about other people
seeing.

	Then, just as he was reaching the peak of his speed, his
master let go and pushed him down.

	He moved over to the kennel and tapped on the roof.

	`Come on Max, hup.'

	The man-dog moved as quickly as he could over to the kennel
and reared his arms up to rest on it. His master pushed at his hips
again and he started over, humping the side of the kennel. The master
grinned and called the tan dog over. He ruffled the man-dog's hair and
encouraged the tan dog behind him. The man-dog's hips were held, he
wasn't going to be allowed to finish just yet. The master rubbed at
the tan dog's sheath until his dick began to poke out from inside then
encouraged him by patting the man-dog's back and calling `Hup.'

	The tan dog needed encouragement and quickly pushed up his
front legs until they rested on the man-dog's back. The master rubbed
at the tan dog's balls and the base of his sheath until his dick was
very visible and then guided him quickly into the man-dog's arsehole.

	The man-dog felt the weight press against him and the furry
belly of the tan dog rubbing against his back. The tan dog's groin was
pressed hard to his arse, the fur rubbing against the sensitive flesh
between his sphincter and his balls. The dog began to thrust, starting
hard and fast and getting harder and faster.

	The man-dog was shaken by the force of the tan dog's thrusting
but managed to keep his position leaning against the kennel where his
master had ordered him. He felt the tan dog thrusting deeper inside
him in this almost standing position and then the now familiar wetness
as the dog's dick began to shoot precum inside him, though his anus
was still wet with the cum from the three who had screwed him earlier.

	His mind flashed a momentary image of being seen before his
eyes and his heart began to beat faster. The tan dog had reached peak
speed now and all of a sudden the precum got thicker in consistency.
There was a brief respite and then a thrust deeper than before as the
dog started cumming. The thick liquid ran down the inside of the man-
dog's anus stopping only at the constriction of the tan dog's dick.

	The tan dog continued thrusting for what seemed like ages
before he stepped down, his dick twisting painfully inside the man-
dog's arse. The master removed it and left the tan dog to lick himself
clean, giving him the man-dog's bone to chew.

	`Good boy Max. Who's a good puppy?' He stroked down the man-
dog's back.

	`Max. SIT.'

	The man-dog stepped back from the kennel and went into sitting
position. His master looked at him and grinned. `Max. Out for a
pee... ' The man-dog felt a lump in his throat. He walked towards the
grass and only just managed to get on it before the leash was at full
tension. He stood for a second before it started to come, shooting
from his dick that was still hard and over his stomach again.
Eventually it finished and he was left dripping on the grass
thoroughly abased, covered in his own urine.

	He turned his head to his master but the master was not yet
finished.

	`Come on Max. I said out for a pee.'

	He walked over to his man-dog and looked at him sternly.

	`Squat damnit, can't have you doing it in the house.'

	He pushed down on the man-dog's arse until he was forced into
a squatting position. The man-dog swallowed and let himself go, trying
not to think about it too much, he had been dragged to the bottom of
the heap, no human comforts left. It came easily as he squatted,
lubricated by the dog's cum, and when he was finished he hung his head
and moved on all fours back to his master's side.

	The master patted his head.

	`Max. SIT.'

	The man-dog sat and dripped urine on to the concrete. The
master smiled.

	`What's this Max? Eh?'

	He held out the bone that the tan dog had been chewing on,
still covered with saliva. The man-dog reached out and took it in his
mouth.

	`Good BOY Max!'

	The master removed the leash from the post.

	`Max. HEEL,'

	and with a tug set off back in to the house, his man-dog
walking obediently at heel, bone between the teeth, lips resting on
the tan dog's saliva.

	`Time for lunch Max.'

	He ordered the man-dog down while he prepared it, some rice,
some milk, some form of meat chunks taken from the fridge and a few
dog biscuits, not as much this time because the other dogs didn't need
feeding. He took the bowl outside, followed eagerly by the man-dog who
was beginning to feel the call of hunger.

	The master stopped before putting it down.

	`Max. SIT.'

	The man-dog assumed the sitting position with a confused
expression on his face.

	`Max, BEG, come on boy, beg for the food.'

	The master held the bowl just out of reach and waited. The
man-dog raised his arms in front of him and his eyes opened wide. The
master grinned, `Come on puppy, beg for it.' The man-dog began to
pant, mouth open and tongue hanging out. The master grinned wider and
let him carry on like this for a minute before putting the bowl down
quite far from the glass door and hugging his pet round his sides.

	`Good boy! Who's a GOOD dog then?'

	The man-dog lowered his face into the mess of food and began
to eat, slowly at first then faster as hunger overcame the humiliation
of having had to beg for it.

	As he ate he heard the glass door being slid shut behind him
and a brief glance revealed that his master was watching from inside.
Eventually he finished and licked the bowl as clean as he could, his
human face not able to reach right in to the corners. He turned to the
glass door and saw that his master wasn't in the room any more. All of
a sudden he became very aware of his surroundings, the openness and
the chance that at any minute he could be found. Despite the shame
though there was a thrill to this that sent him hard again.

	After a few minutes the master returned to the room and opened
the door for him.

	`Fetch the bowl, Max, fetch the bowl!'

	The man dog turned obediently and headed over to the bowl,
picking it up in his teeth and walking back to the house with it. The
master took the bowl from him.

	`HEEL.'

	The man-dog followed his master back inside.

	`Max, DOWN.'

	He lay down by the kitchen and accepted the bone his master
handed, covered in slime from the other dog, while the bowl was
washed.

	When he was finished, the master left the room again and came
back a moment later with a camera.

	`Max, SIT.'

	The man-dog raised himself again and sat with the bone in his
mouth. The master grinned a huge grin, raised the camera, checked that
it was set properly and took a photo. The man-dog felt the lump in his
throat again.

	`Max, BEG.'

	To this the man-dog reacted slowly. He raised his arms again
and his eyes opened wide though the bone remained in his mouth,
because of his raised arms his dick was in open view again, hard at
the humiliation of the photos. The master waited while the first
picture was released from the camera then took another while his
obedient pet remained begging.

	He ordered the man-dog down and waited while the pictures
developed, then took them over to his dog who was flat on the ground
chewing on the bone.

	`Look, Max. It's you.'

	He turned the photos round and let his man-dog get a good look
at them. There he was, sitting upright, naked but for the studded
collar, bone in mouth, begging. The master grinned again and removed
the photos,

	`You like those huh?'

	The man-dog just looked at him.

	The master put the photos down and looked at his pet for a
second, a smile in his eyes, then clipped the leash back on and tugged
at it.

	`Max. Heel.'

	The man-dog stood and followed his master outside again, led
by a taut leash to the grass.

	`STAND.'

	He stood still on all fours and watched his master as he
unbuttoned his fly.

	`Good BOY! Max. SIT.'

	The man-dog obeyed. The master tugged his trousers down a way
and did the same with his briefs, letting an erection loose.

	`You want me to mark you, huh? Max. BEG.'

	The man-dog assumed his begging position as he sat in the
middle of the lawn, exposed and shamed. This time, without the bone
his tongue was hanging out and he was panting loudly. The master
smiled, `Good BOY Max!' and held his dick, aiming. He paused for a
second then began to pee, sending a stream of urine over his begging
pet's chest.

	Then he aimed down to the groin and soaked his dick, matting
his pubic hair. A quick stream was sent at his pet's legs before it
trickled dry.

	`Max, STAY.'

	He moved closer and quickly thrust his dick into the begging
man-dog's mouth.

	`Good BOY.'

	He ruffled his pet's hair. The master began to thrust, the
motion sending drops of urine on to the back of the man-dog's tongue.
The master held on to his dog's head and kept thrusting, further each
time. The man-dog continued begging as his master thrust into his
mouth more, faster each time, the salt taste of his precum beginning
to be felt on his tongue. The master held tight to his head, `Good
boy, Max, good puppy.' His voice was hoarse and stuttering as his
thrusting reached it's peak. The man dog continued to beg, hands out
in front of him, body soaked with his master's urine, panting into the
thrusts of his master's dick.

	And it wasn't long before the master let out a shuddering sigh
and pressed into his pet's mouth as he came, shooting down the man-
dog's throat, warm cum dripping on to his tongue.

	After cumming the master remained in his mouth for some time
until he started to go soft again.

	`Lick me clean, Max.'

	He pulled on the leash and the man-dog lapped at his dick,
cleaning it of the last remains of his cum before the master replaced
his clothes.

	`Good BOY!'

	He knelt in front of his pet and gave him a kiss on the lips
that was answered with a probing tongue.

	`Max. HEEL.'

	The master stood and tugged on the leash, going back inside
with his loving pet.

	For the next hour and a half the man-dog was laid at the feet
of his master who was watching a film. Occasionally the master would
rub at his dick with a foot but never enough to let him cum. The man-
dog lay there on his back, balls exposed, dick hard whenever it was
touched. He was thoroughly subjugated, obeying when commanded and
lying there for his master's pleasure.

	The film ended all too soon and the master took up his pet's
leash again.

	`Max. HEEL.'

	The man-dog was led in to the bedroom, followed by the two
dogs.

	`Time for you to give them some fun puppy.' The master
grinned.

	`Max. STAND.'

	The man-dog stood in the middle of the room looking at the
other dogs. The master let go of the leash for a second and went over
to the tan dog. He knelt beside it again and began to rub at it's
furry ball sac, manipulating the balls inside.

	Then he moved to rubbing at the base of it's dick, squeezing
hard. This did the trick and before long the dog's dick was poking
out once more from it's furry sheath. The master led the tan dog
quickly over to his obedient man-dog.

	`Max, lick him clean.'

	The man-dog opened his mouth to obey but before he could lick
at the tan dog's dick it was forced forwards and into his mouth. The
master helped the tan dog rest upon his bottom dog's back. The man-
dog's vision was obscured by the tan dog's furry stomach and the
sheath that was pressed into his face as the tan dog began to thrust
into his mouth. There was a slight pain in his back as the tan dog's
claws extended slightly and dug in but the thrusting motion soon
settled.

	The first thing he knew about the other dog was the sound of
his master encouraging it up on to his back. He felt it jump and then
a spray of warm liquid on his buttocks. There was a slight pain as
the master guided its dick into his arse.

	It was then that both dogs began to thrust harder. The tan dog
began to rock back and forth quickly into his mouth, shooting precum
on to his tongue and down the back of his throat. The man-dog was
shaken by the force of the thrusting and was pushed back hard on to
the dick of the other dog who began to fuck his arse with full force
having not been allowed to earlier. The man-dog barely managed to keep
his mouth around the dick of the tan dog as he fucked it, drawing back
a long way each time.

	The dog up his arse got faster and the man-dog could feel his
furry legs bumping into his own as the dog humped harder. There was a
pressure being kept on his leash as the master made sure he didn't
move and, was that the sound of the camera? The tan dog started
cumming first, pouring so much into his mouth that the man-dog
couldn't help but let some dribble on to the floor from his lips. The
dog up his arse came soon afterwards, impaling him with a final,
painful thrust before emptying its load into him. Both dogs took their
time to withdraw.

	When finally they did, one slipping from his mouth leaving a
slimy trail, and the other slipping quickly from his arse leaving it
dripping, the master let loose on the leash slightly. The man-dog fell
to the ground, exhausted by the experience, and tried to lie down but
a tug on the leash told him he wasn't to be allowed.

	`Max. STAND.'

	He got slowly back on to all fours and looked at his master
pleadingly, but he was the dog and had to do as he was told.

	`HEEL. We're going to the park.'

	The other dogs reacted instantly, jumping up at the master
excitedly. The man-dog trotted obediently, if slightly slowly, along
beside his master as they went to the van. It was dark outside but the
day was not yet over.

			      Part Four

	The back of the van was opened and the man-dog was sent up
with a tug of the leash. He clambered up as best he could, the cold
metal against his knees as he stood on all fours inside the back. The
master urged the dogs in with him and soon the cold of the metal and
the night was warmed by their fur as they padded excitedly around him.
The master unclipped his leash and closed the back of the van.

	Within minutes they were underway. The man-dog tried to keep
to the centre of the van, a dog on either side to prevent being seen
but there was no way to keep them still. He let go and just stood,
adjusting his position to avoid falling. It was hard to move with the
dogs in there with him, there was so little space. Occasionally he
could see his master gazing in to the rear view mirror and watching
him, naked on all fours.

	After what seemed like hours of driving they pulled to a halt
in a lonely spot, secluded among the trees. The master parked
abruptly, sending the man-dog sprawling forwards and under the feet of
the other dogs. With a loud click the back of the van was opened and
the others were let out. The master held forwards the leash and the
man-dog approached him.

	`Max, STAND.'

	The man-dog stood still as the leash was clipped back on to
his collar.

	`Max. HEEL.'

	A tug brought him climbing down from the van and on to the
grass. It felt damp against his skin, a dew was forming. The master
set off at a slow pace towards a path and his pet followed beside him,
stumbling on the uneven ground as they left the clearing and went
among the trees. The ground was muddy and his hands sank in to it as
he placed them before him, looking for a stable point to move to. The
master would occasionally tug sharply on the leash to keep him in
line.

	`Damnit Max, I said HEEL.'

	The walk took them through undergrowth, the leaves and grass
scratching at the man-dog and the mud getting steadily worse, until
they reached a small stream. The master moved close and gave some
slack to the leash.

	`Go on, in you go Max.'

	He gave a tug in the direction of the water and his man-dog
stepped forwards and in. It was cold and the stream bed was soft
enough for him to sink in slightly but the water washed the mud from
his arms and legs. The master kept him back so that the level of the
water didn't quite touch his dick as it bobbed, hard, against him.

	After some minutes of this, letting the other dogs take their
fill drinking, the master tugged on the leash again, `Max, HEEL,' and
set off back up the path. By the time they reached the clearing the
man-dog was as dirty as he had been when he entered the stream.

	The master looked him over appraisingly and grinned.

	`Max. STAND.'

	The man-dog straightened up and stood still as best he could.
The mud was uncomfortable and the constant straining of his dick
didn't help. With his head facing forwards, the first he knew of his
master's intentions was the sound of a zip being undone. He turned his
head to glance over but this was greeted with a sharp tug on the
leash.

	`STAND I said.' His master glared at him and he turned back
quickly, obedient. He closed his eyes and tried to blank from his mind
the thought of what was about to happen. It took a few seconds but a
long sigh from the master heralded the falling of warm liquid against
his thigh. The stream was passed along his side up to his neck and
then back down again, ending with a spray to his arse as the stream
dried up. The warm liquid quickly cooled and dripped from the man-dog,
wetting the ground and muddying it slightly with the mud that was
washed off his legs. The master gave a quick tug on the leash.

	`Max. HEEL.'

	The man-dog walked slowly over to his master, uncomfortable.
The master held out his dick that was going slowly hard.

	`Lick it clean, Max.'

	Used to this by now, the man dog reached forwards with his
head and extended his tongue to collect the last yellow drops from his
master's dick. The master grinned.

	`Max. STAND.'

	The man-dog stood still and watched in confusion as his master
called the other dogs over. He placed their chain leashes round their
necks and held them tight, close to him. Turning away from his
obedient human pet he encouraged the dogs, `Out for a pee... '

	For a moment they tried to move away from him but realising
they were held they shook and began to piss. The master had positioned
them just right, the man-dog's other thigh was soaked with the strong
smelling liquid as it jetted from their dicks, steaming. He closed his
eyes and waited until the final drops had struck him and run down the
back of his legs to his feet and on to the already wet ground below.
His master tugged on the leash, `Come on Max, show them you're
grateful. Lick them clean.' The leash was pulled tight and the man-
dog slowly approached. The dogs were held close to their master but
they weren't trying to move. He strained forwards slowly, reluctant
but obedient. The master tugged at the leash again.

	`Come on, Max.'

	The man-dog bent down and placed his head under the first dog
until his mouth was over the end of its sheath and then extended his
tongue to lick at it. The last few drops were accompanied by a slight
squirt of strong salty urine that landed on his tongue. He came out
from underneath and moved round to the other, licking it clean too.
The master let the other dogs off their chains and smiled.

	`Max. SIT.'

	The man-dog sat on the grass that was still wet with the dog's
urine and looked up at his master.

	`Good boy Max! Now we're going to play. Max, DOWN.'

	He unclipped the leash as his man-dog got down and lay flat on
the grass, muddying his stomach and resting uncomfortably on his dick.
The master smiled.

	`Now STAY.'

	He took a step back and, seeing that his pet was being
obedient this time, turned round and searched the area until he found
a stick. The man-dog was about to move towards his master when he saw
that he wasn't heading back towards him but to the other dogs who had
gathered together in a corner of the clearing.

	He lay on the ground watching, still pressed against the wet,
as his master played with them, throwing the stick and waiting for
them to return it. It was after about a quarter of an hour of this
that he turned back to his bottom dog and, from the other end of the
open area, called `Max, HEEL.' The man-dog got up uncomfortably and
went over to his master as fast as he could on all fours, standing by
his side. The master waved the stick in front of his face, dislodging
some of the saliva that had coated it when the other dogs had fetched
it. He drew his arm back and threw it into the clearing.

	`Fetch the stick Max, fetch it.'

	The man-dog set off at speed, following the path of the
stick's flight until he found it lying on the ground in a slightly
muddy patch. There was only a moment's hesitation this time before he
leaned down and picked it up in his teeth. The day had seen him do
worse than this and a bit of mud was no problem for a dog. He turned
and hurried back to his master who ordered him `SIT' before taking the
stick and ruffling his hair.

	`Good BOY!'

	The process was repeated, the stick being handed to the tan
dog each time to coat it again with saliva, until the man-dog had
become proficient and found his mouth and chin slimy with the dog's
drool.

	It was then that the tan dog took the initiative and decided
to mount the lower dog. The man-dog was about to move out from
underneath the weight that had suddenly fallen on his back when the
master reached them, hurrying over from the edge of the clearing, and
clipped the leash on his collar.

	`Max. STAND.'

	The man-dog went still and stayed with his head facing
forwards as he felt the tan dog's dick poking against his inside leg.
The master kept tension on the leash and bent down to act as a guide
for the tan dog. For a moment the man-dog felt nothing and then,
accompanied by a warm jet against his sphincter, there was a sudden
stab and the tan dog was inside him. If anything it seemed more eager
this time than it had before and already it was filling him with warm
squirts of precum as it thrust hard in to him. The master moved round
in front of his human pet.

	`Max. SPEAK. C'mon Max, SPEAK.'

	The man-dog opened his mouth but the air stuck in his throat.
He saw an angry look on his master's face and tried again.

	As the tan dog's legs began lifting off the floor with the
force of his thrusts, the man-dog he had made his bitch began to bark.
The sound wasn't perfect but it was enough for the master who patted
his obedient pet on the head and encouraged him to carry on. The man-
dog's barks got quieter and a lot more forced as the tan dog reached
the peak of his thrusting and the precum suddenly thickened. The dog's
dick pulsed up his arse and began to fill him once again, forcing the
air from his throat and making him choke on his barks. The master held
tight on the leash.

	`Max. STAND.'

	His man-dog stood obediently as the tan dog finished fucking
him and rested on his back.

	`Good BOY.'

	The master smiled and kissed him gently on the lips. The tan
dog remained there for a while before suddenly pulling out and
eliciting a gasp from the man-dog's lips.

	`Max, HEEL.' The master gave a tug on the leash and the man-
dog moved to stand next to him. He walked his pet out of the open area
and to a more covered one.

	`Out for a pee, Max.'

	The man-dog was well used to this now and squatted obediently
in the bushes while his master kept the leash taut.

	`Time to go home. HEEL.'

	He walked from the bushes and back to the van where he was
ushered up in the back with the others.

	The van pulled to a sudden stop and the man-dog nearly fell,
this time, though, he was somewhat supported by the bulk of the dog
standing in front of him. The master opened the back and called them
all down, letting even the man-dog stay off the leash as they rushed
to the back door. The master followed slowly and let them in to the
lounge again.

	But before the man-dog could leave the doorman he took hold of
the collar.

	`Max. SIT.'

	The man-dog went quickly into sitting position and watched as
his master left the room. There was a brief pause then the sound of
the shower coming to life. The master returned and took hold of the
collar.

	`Max, HEEL.'

	He led his pet to the bathroom and with the collar as a grip
pushed him in to the jet of water.

	`Max, Roll over.'

	The man-dog went on to his side and then back. The jet of
water started to eat away at the mud that caked his legs and at the
same time played gently over his dick, making it harder than it had
been for a while. Inside he forced himself to stay calm despite the
temptation to reach down with his hands and relieve the pressure he
felt at his groin.

	As soon as he was clean his master switched the shower off.

	`Come on Max.'

	He took hold of the collar again and tugged hard, turning the
man-dog back on to his feet. `HEEL.' The man-dog shook and followed
him, back to the bedroom.

	The room was dark until the master switched on a small light
that hung from the wall just above the bed. The man-dog stood still as
his master undressed, slowly as the room was still quite cold. He
walked over to his pet and stood naked in front of him, an erection
coming on rapidly as he looked down at the man-dog.

	`Who's been a good BOY eh Max?'

	He gently patted the man-dog's head and grinned.

	`You deserve a treat boy.'

	He bent down and clipped the leash back on his pet's collar
then turned and got on to all fours, back facing towards the man-dog.
He looked round and with one hand patted his back.

	`Come on Max, HUP.'

	He tugged on the leash and the man-dog moved quickly and
eagerly forwards. The master reached a hand round to dab some
lubricant on his arse and continued to tug of the leash to bring his
pet closer.

	`Come on, HUP.' The man-dog needed no more encouragement and
reared up, resting his front on his master and shuffling forwards with
his legs until his arms lay round his master's chest and his legs were
slapping in to his master's thighs as he began to hump him. The master
smiled and made sure the leash was held tight before he reached a hand
around and took hold of the man-dog's dick.

	`Good BOY Max!'

	The man-dog didn't hear him.

	After a day of denial his mind was only on the task at hand.
The master managed to help his pet's dick find its target and sighed
deeply as the man-dog suddenly thrust in to him. The speed of the
man-dog's thrusting had picked up and he was getting harder and
harder, the day's frustrations urging him to lose all semblance of
humanity and just thrust, as hard and fast as a dog. The master
grunted as the man-dog fucked him with enough force to shake him
whenever he impacted with his thighs. Through the grunts he was giving
off he managed a whispered, `Good Boy... '

	The man-dog's eyes were shut tight and his mouth was hanging
open, a thin stream of saliva dripping from his lips. His stomach
rested on his master's back and his legs were sore from thrusting.

	Then he shuddered and stopped for a second. This was it. He
began to thrust again, if anything faster and harder than he had
before. But his thrusts were shorter. Not the long thrusts he had been
making. He felt his dick jerk and the start to pulse as he started
cumming inside his master.

	The master sighed deeply as he felt his pet cum and tugged at
the leash, forcing the man-dog down harder on to his back, every inch
of his pet in contact with him.

	The man-dog continued thrusting as he came. The day had been
enough of a turn on to assure that there was plenty there. The relief
at finally being allowed to cum sent a wave of pleasure through him
that kept him thrusting even after he had finished.

	It was some time before his dick began to go soft and the
master let the leash go loose so that he could withdraw. The man-dog
collapsed to the floor and lay there panting, eyes closed so he didn't
see his master come over to him, unbuckle the collar and lie beside
him, arms around him. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes
was his lover's face close to his.

	One kiss and he was human again.

			       The End