The Delivery Man

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 DeMarco’s fate was a bit different than kidnapped boys he was investigating. He had long pissed off and alienated most of his coworkers on the force. They were sick of his shit, and when presented with the opportunity to “reassign” DeMarco to what they all considered was more of a fitting duty, the other officers and his boss jumped at the opportunity. After an anonymous donation was made to the police station (which was equally and illegally divided amongst the officers), it was agreed DeMarco quit the force and no one really knows what happened to him.

 What actually happened to DeMarco was he was dressed up in his finest police uniform fished out of his own closet. The guys on the force made some alterations before they allowed him to put it on. They ass of the pants was completely torn out revealing DeMarco’s big muscular ass on full display. Not only that, but one of the guys’ on the force actually stuffed a big butt plug up his ass that locked into place when it was inserted. Every step DeMarco took was hell. His expensive shirt was also torn in the nipple area, nipples were also torn out with alligator clamps attached between with a chain that they fixed some weights to. Finally, the crotch on the front of his dress pants was also torn out, revealing his locked penis in all its humility.

 The boys marched DeMarco - decorated in handcuffs, leg irons, rolls of duct tape around his biceps, a big fat ball gag, slave collar, butt plug, and blind fold – out towards the parking lot. One of the leaders walked a few paces in front pulling him on a leash and made sure DeMarco kept up with everyone. Each step he took he felt the humiliating plug in his ass.

 Out in the parking lot, DeMarco’s new master, the man that had been fucking his wife for who knows how long, was waiting to escort him to his new home. A small crowd of off duty cops had gathered in the back of the parking lot to cheer, and subtly block any on lookers from seeing a bound and gagged cop being loaded into the trunk of a car. DeMarco felt his face go completely red as he realized the entire police force was happily watching him be led into a life of domestic servitude, sexual slavery, and who knows what else this dude had in mind. He did his best to try and call attention to anyone that he was not a willing participant. But the gag made any hope of that useless. For some reason though, his cock was throbbing in its tight little cock cage that DeMarco would have killed for the key for. Poor little DeMarco didn’t realize his cop buddies had fed him a Viagra to keep his dick hard and…unfulfilled.

 Soon enough, the guys had helped DeMarco climb into the trunk. DeMarco’s new master used some chains to better secure him into the trunk, Once he was satisfied, he closed the lid and before he knew it, was driving away with his new cop slave in tow. He had to smile to himself thinking about all of the various things he had in mind for the cop to please him. One thing was for sure, DeMarco was going to have some new bathrooms to clean…

 Gary Burrows won the lotto a few months ago. It was quite a sizeable prize and more than enough to take the losses on a one lump settlement. He didn’t want much out of life. He just wanted to move back into the house he grew up in, collect the dividends, and have his own personal pup slave to use as he sees fit.

 He had bought the slave a few days ago. He wasn’t sure where exactly he came from. But he knew he was an American nineteen-year-old, and he was just delivered to his front porch. So when Gary got the call he cut his errands short for the day and began to rush home. It felt good being back in his old home. He’d never owned a home before and it just seemed like a strange comfort being back in the one his parents had bought. The house was actually in foreclosure from the previous owner (it had been a little bit of time since his parents had owned it) and he got it for cheap.

 Gary was in his early forties, a slight and slender man in his with light brown hair, light blue eyes, and a pale complexion for living in south Texas. As he pulled his truck up to his driveway, there was a familiar sight of a significantly older, significantly more beat up pickup truck parked out in front of his house.

 “Here we go..”’ he said to himself as he pulled into the driveway and shut off his engine.

 As Gary got out of his car, he saw the familiar sight of Vernan Rodham walking up to greet him. Vernan was the aforementioned previous owner of the home who unfortunately got extremely behind in his payments.

 “Hi there, Vernan,” Gary greeted, “how’s your day going?”

 “Well, not too good, Mr. Burrows,” Vernan replied, “Not too good in fact. I’m still getting my bills squared away. Making progress. But it’s been tough. We bought this place way before the housing market became what it was and now it’s tough finding a place that my family can move into.”

 “Yea…I know Vernan,” Gary sighed, “I just need to get going I got some plans I gotta see too at home today.”

 “Well, that’s the thing there, Burrows, this IS my home,” Vernan replied, “I know you hold the deed right now, but to be quite frank it was a bad turn of fate and I’m once again here begging you to reconsider.”

 “Vernan…” Gary started, looking ahead towards his porch, “I really can’t do this again.”

 “Mr. Burrows I’m a persistant guy,” Vernan said, “I *need* to do right by my family and I feel like this is the best way to do it. Please, I’ll be in your debt for as long as you want.”

 Gary was incredibly annoyed at these visits. He’d put up with them every day for the last two weeks. Why couldn’t Vern just move on? He lost the house fair and square. Find an apartment. Find a condo. He was wasting time coming to him and begging. He needed to actually go out and take care of things for himself.

 “Vern,” Gary said coldly, “You need to leave. I have work to do.”

 “You don’t got work. All you got left is play lotto man,” Vern replied.

 “Vern, get the fuck out of here right now. NOW!” Gary yelled back, becoming afraid and suddenly aware how much larger Vern was.

 Vernan Rodham was 6’5, 280 lbs, solid hairy Texas muscle. And he looked pissed. But he resigned himself. What Gary had said was true. And for now, he backed off.

 “I’ll be back again, Mr. Burrows,” Vern replied, “I’m a proud man, but I still beg. Because I need this. We don’t have nowhere’s else to go.”

 Gary ignored Vern and sort of waved him off as he excitedly walked towards his porch. The entire world seemed to fade away around him as he focused on the door getting closer and closer to his prize inside. He collected a package (no doubt the boy’s chastity keys he would be using as a motivational tool) and walked into the front porch.

 “Well hello there,” Gary said to the big wooden crate, “hope you weren’t here long.”

 Gary smiled at his little joke as he picked up the padlock and put in the combination the delivery man had sent ahead in along with his little “Welcome to Owning a Human Sex Slave” brochure. He casually took the lock off and with both arms lifted the lid. However, to his surprise, instead of a bound up toy he found himself tackled and immediately fighting with the box’s former occupant, Mason Carter.

 Mason had been slowly plotting for this. He had been listening to the idiot argue with whoever outside, listening to him walk in, listening him talk to himself. He got himself positioned into a striking position as best as he could in the box when the delivery man dropped him off about an hour earlier. He had been waiting.

 When the guy opened the box, Mason seized the opportunity and leapt on him. He wrapped his arms around the guys neck and did his best to form a good choke hold. Mason had studied a little martial arts, and luckily, this guy wasn’t as strong as him. Mason was successfully able to wrestle him to he floor and, judging by his fluttering eyes, he was moving nicely into sweet unconsciousness.

 Mason relaxed, probably for the first time in days. He let the guy’s limp body fall to the ground and started to catch his breath. While he didn’t have long, it was nice to celebrate a small victory and he was going to spend some time taking it out on this guy’s mouth and asshole…

 Gary woke up suddenly in a complete panic. Mason, who he had purchased to be his own pup slave, was violently shaking Gary back and forth as he started to recall just what had happened on the porch.

 “WAKEY WAKEY!” Mason shouted as he had Gary in a heavy embrace and was rocking him side to side.

 “MMMFFPP!” MMMMPPHHHHH!!!” Gary was shouting into a leather plug gag that rendered him nearly silent and useless to understand, just how he had wanted Mason to appear when they first met.

 “Sorry, had to take precautions,” Mason replied, “after all, you are a dangerous animal.”

 Mason stood up and walked over to kick the empty box he was transported in to emphasize his point. The outside of the box was labeled “dangerous animal.” Gary began to realize just how helpless he was. Mason had locked his hands in tight fist mitts and used rope to tie his ankles and hands into an extremely tight hogtie. Mason had locked a collar around his neck as well. Finally, the immense pressure in his asshole was unmistakable, Mason had found a butt plug and shoved it up his ass.

 He pulled as hard as he could on those ropes, but they didn’t budge. The plug was lodged firmly in his ass and sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain into his cock. Which Mason had used some rope to tie up his cock and balls. Gary was pretty new to the scene, at least putting them into practice. The sudden headlong plunge into getting to live out his fantasies in person was extremely intense. His cock was throbbing.

 “Yea, I went a little over the top with the rope…Gary?” Mason said, visibly reading Gary’s driver’s license, “but hey, it’s my first time in a new state with a cowboy and I can’t be too careful, now, can I?”

 “Mmmmpph..” Gary sighed into his gag.

 “Now, Gary, I’m sure today didn’t go quite as planned, but here’s the good news..,“ Mason said while bending over and picking up the empty package that Gary was carrying with him when Mason pounced him.

 Gary’s eyes widened as he realized what was in that package: the key to his prospective slave’s cock cage. Looking at Mason strutting around his house butt naked Gary noticed Mason had found the keys to the boy’s leg irons as well.

 Mason produced the cock key to his chastity cage and dangled it in front of Gary. Mason obviously had Gary’s strict attention at this point, but he also liked to emphasize that control. He slowly took the key to his cock cage and freed his beast. Still pretty much smooth, Mason’s thick 7.5” cock was extremely impressive to Gary, who stared at it longingly. Gary was extremely new to sex with men. He had long been interested and had a few nervous hookups, but this was the hottest thing that had ever happened to him. His bound cock straining and ready to fire off heaps of cum if only I weren’t so tied up. Mason’s cock immediately grew to its full length and Mason walked off to shower, but halfway out of the room he stopped, turned, and came walking back towards Gary.

 “Can’t go making the same mistakes as the seller now, can’t I?” Mason said more to himself than to Gary.

 Mason took the leg irons and cuffed one end to Gary’s ankle and locked the other end to a nearby pipe. Even if Gary got magically untied, without the key he was stuck to that pipe.

 Mason smiled and walked off to use the master bedroom shower, leaving Gary to wait and get his hole stretched.

 Showering felt great. Mason had spent days on the run, in captivity, and locked in a box on his way to be delivered to be a sex slave. Taking a man’s giant remodeled master bathroom and using it to unwind was the perfect break for Mason. He waltzed into Gary’s giant multi-faucet shower and spent the next forty minutes scrubbing down every part of his body, confident the middle-aged fag would be down there waiting for him when he was ready.

 Mason strutted around the man’s house openly naked. It felt great having control over his own cock again. As he let his body airdry, Mason did some studying on his new friend. Gary wasn’t a very organized fellow and left dozens of unopened envelopes all over the house. Mason decided it would be ok to have a look. Seemed Gary had recently won the lottery. He had consolidated his winnings and had set up interest checks to be sent to this address. Mason counted three separate checks for fifteen thousand dollars in cash, not even cashed.

 Gary must have been planning on getting Mason for a while. He had setup a dungeon in the basement – complete with dog kennel, bondage gear, a holding cell, sex toys, and more. Mason counted his blessings he had wriggled free during the ride out here. He saw a significant opportunity ahead of him, but he needed to be smart about every decision going forward. And a little luck wouldn’t hurt him.

 Gary waited for a good hour before the kid came back over to him. His slave, now free, was wearing an expensive robe Gary had bought for himself. The boy gave an arrogant smirk as he strutted over to Gary in the dark red silk robe that he left open, revealing his muscled and lean naked body and cock bouncing around in the air, a nice juxtaposition to Gary’s bound up aching cock.

 “All tied up and nowhere to go…” Mason said in a mocking tone, “time to take my doggy to piss.”

 Mason grabbed Gary and moved him into a position where he could work at the knots on Gary’s legs. Soon enough, Gary’s legs, ankles and thighs were untied allowing him the use of the lower half of his body. Mason fashioned a mock leash around Gary’s already tied balls and helped him to stand, his top half still expertly bound by Mason. Gary considered trying to run and get help. But even if he got away, what would he say? Yes, hello, my slave escaped and tied me up. Please help me! That wouldn’t fly well with anyone.

 Mason used the mock leash around Gary’s cock to lead him over to the bathroom of his house. From Mason’s expression it was clear that he intended to let Gary do his business. Thank god he only had to piss. But as bad as he had to go. There was something to degrading about doing it in front of a stud like Mason.

 “Awwww, poor baby got stage fright?” Mason asked.

 Gary stood beside te toilet and tried best to position his cock so the stream would hit the bowl. But tied as he was, it was more of guesswork than anything. He did his best to concentrate on pissing, but Mason was making it hard by making fake pissing noises and humming the jeopardy theme. Perhaps if Gary’s cock wasn’t tied up it would be easier.

 After what seemed like an excruciating amount of time, Gary began to piss. Unfortunately, as Gary had guessed, peeing while tied up proved difficult, and for the first few seconds Gary was pissing all around his toilet, until he steadied himself and finally got it into the bow.

 “Ooooh, party foul,” Mason booed in the background.

 Once Gary was done, he just sort of stood there and looked at Mason as to what to do next. Mason grinned and pointed at the toilet.

 “Seems like you made quite a mess boy,” Mason said, “I wonder what a slave would have to do if he had made such an infraction.”

 The boy’s musings stung in Gary’s ears as he realized he was now the slave in the arrangement.

 “Oh, I’m sorry, boy, I forgot,” Mason said as he realized he had forgot to unlock the gag in Gary’s mouth.

 Mason walked over and unlocked the cock shaped plug gag from Gary’s mouth as fast as he could. Gary moved to speak but Mason clamped his large hand over Gary’s mouth and backed the bound man into the bathroom wall.

 “Now Gary, which, isn’t really fitting given your new station. I’ll just call you bitch,” said Mason.

 “OK listen up, bitch. I can see you have the urge to speak. I am going to advise against that if you want to avoid punishment. Now, I asked you a question. Why don’t you show me what you think a slave should do when it leaves a fucking mess on the bathroom floor,” Mason said in a menacing, dominant tone.

 Gary was freaked. He was in way over his head. No one was coming to help him and, to be honest, he sort of put himself in this position. He was reaping what he sowed. He considered his options, he tried using his bound hands to pull toilet paper off the roll in order to clean up his piss.

 “Just what do you think you’re doing, bitch?” Mason asked, “Did you think I ungagged you to look at your cocksucking lips? Put that tongue to work and scrub up your piss!”

 Gary’s eyes welled up with tears. He couldn’t believe he fucked up this bad. He couldn’t fight his way out. And he really didn’t feel like getting spanked or whatever this young man had in mind to punish him. He slowly sank to his knees as he watched Mason take out Gary’s own phone and start video taping his degradation.

 “Go on bitch, get licking.” Mason ordered.

 Gary lowered his head beside the toilet, closed his eyes and stretched out his tongue until he felt the puddle of piss he had made on the floor. Trying his best to put his current position out of his mind, he began lapping up the piss like Mason’s trained slave dog. It tasted benign, like a salty water. Gary had drank a ton of water today and he said a private prayer to himself in gratitude.

 “Uh, uh..” Mason cautioned, “eyes open, look at Master while you clean, BOY!”

 Gary’s eyes shot open and looked up at Mason taking video of his humiliating ordeal. He let out a soft moan as he licked up the piss from the floor. He did his best to lick it up as quickly as possible, but Mason had one hell of a video on his hands. Gary licked up his piss from around the toilet and licked up the rim for a good two minutes before Mason decided his job was done.

 “Gotta say boy, now *I* gotta piss,” Mason laughed as he walked over to the bound man sitting next to his own toilet, “Open up. Better not spill, you’ll be back cleaning again except this time you’ll have twenty fresh swats on your ass.”

 Gary closed his eyes and nervously opened his mouth. His body trembling, he had never gone this far down his kink rabbit hole before, outside of some of his kinkiest fantasies. And now, here he was, bound on his hands and knees, and accepting Mason’s big cock head into his mouth as it passed his trembling lips. It was mushy and warm and Gary begin to hungrily suck at it.

 “Ah, ah, ah, bitch, you gotta earn the right to suck it. But I appreciate your enthusiasm. Just let it sit on your tongue and wait for your drink,” Mason warned, “and open up those eyes and look at your master.”

 Gary’s eyes shot open as he looked up at Mason’s smooth, handsome face. He was sporting a big grin on his face and looked down on his captive pet. It didn’t take long for the juices to start flowing. Mason must have really had to piss. The warm hot piss hit Gary in his mouth and began drinking as quickly as he could. Mason had quite a bit to piss so there was quite a bit for Gary to swallow.

 Mason was impressed at the bound slave’s commitment. Looking down on him you could visibly see he was straining to take as much piss down his throat as his inexperienced body would allow. In the end, the stream caught up with him and he coughed a bit, causing more piss to sputter all over the bound slaves’s chest, thighs, and feet – as well as the bathroom floor.

 Mason held his stream for a bit to give the slave some slack and time to recover. Once he was sure Gary could handle it again, he inserted his cock passed the slave’s lips and resumed pissing. This time Gary was able to handle himself for the remainder of Mason’s bladder relief.

 “Good first time, boy,” Mason said, “But you know..”

 Before Mason could even finish his sentence, Gary had begun obediently licking his own tile floor clean of his new master’s piss. This elicited a big grin on Mason’s face. This dude really was loving this. He decided to reward his pig for a job well done. His cock was throbbing anyways, and he could use the long-awaited relief.

 “OK boy, come get your bone,” Mason commanded, causing Gary to leap into action and hungrily suck on his master’s cock while looking up in both terror and excitement.

 Gary may be inexperienced in man-on-man sex, but he was a natural cocksucker. The way his tongue slid around Mason’s dick and the way Gary worked it deeper and deeper into the back of his throat, you would have thought he had been doing this every day for years. Mason could already feel his balls begin to tense up, ready to unload down the man’s throat.

 Gary loved the taste and sensation of sucking cock. He had only sucked two before in his life but the second he got to taste Mason’s he felt like he was truly in his happy place. The way it filled his mouth. The way it tasted. The way it oozed precum on his hungry tongue. The second he got started he didn’t want this moment to end, but of course, with Mason’s long pent-up balls, it did.

 All too soon, Mason felt the need to unload and passed the point of no return. With an immense groan he began fucking Gary’s face. He used both hands to steady Gary’s head as the man became his personal fleshlight. Gary’s face quickly became a mess of spit, throat slime, and sweat. But he didn’t care, he obediently looked up at his master while the man aggressively used his throat. He tried pulling at the ropes on his wrists a bit to test his bonds, they were still extremely tight. He was this man’s prisoner, and he was starting to realize he loved it.

 As Mason fucked away at Gary’s face, he unleashed a huge torrent of cum down the man’s throat, pulling back a little at the end to coat Gary’s tongue as a reward for a job well done. Gary took it gratefully…

 Some hours later, the two had moved down to the kitchen and Mason was just finishing a three course meal he had fixed for himself using the food Gary had purchased for himself. Gary was relegated to being hogtied under the kitchen table. He had been instructed to kiss and lick Mason’s feet while the boy enjoyed his big meal. Gary felt it was a great way to pass the time. He also used some of the time to try and pull free from the ropes, but it was useless once again.

 As he licked away at Mason’s masculine feet, Gary heard Mason interrupt the silence.

 “So, I took a tour around your house, boy,” Mason said, “And I saw all the things you planned ot use on me. Looks like you meant to keep me here as your dog for quite a long time.”

 Mason continued, “You’ve got a dog cage, a big high fence out back with a kennel for the summertime. You’ve got all these nice dog toys and restraints to keep a guy chained up for as you want, you sick little pervert.”

Gary’s back was caked in sweat. Mason had effectively gone through *everything* in his house. He had found Gary’s banking information, his identification, even his lottery winning checks and statements. He had everything he needed to keep Gary for a long time and live like a king.

 Mason withdrew his feet for a moment. Gary let out a disappointed groan causing Mason to chuckle.

 “Don’t worry boy,” Mason said, “Just getting you a treat.”

 Mason’s feet returned to Gary’s face, but they were caked in peanut butter.

 “Go ahead, slave, dinner time” Mason said.

 The order was unmistakable. Quickly Gary set to work licking the peanut butter off Mason’s feet. Mason had put a bunch on there so Gary really had to work his tongue in the crevices between Mason’s toes and all over the bottoms of his feet to get it off.

 “Don’t let that spoil you boy,” Mason said, “I just am impressed at how easily you submitted. How easy you made it for me. You’re a natural sub.”

 Mason was once again stroking his cock through the open robe he was wearing (Gary’s open robe to be precise).

 As Gary licked away, Mason continued, “I could have a great life here, boy. Using you every, single, day. You: making those pathetic half-assed attempts to escape. Me: punishing you and training you into the perfect slave.”

 Gary hungrily licked as he felt his needy cock ooze in frustration. Was he not going to ever let him cum?

“I’d love to break you down further boy. Would you like that? Is that what you thought you could do to me?” Mason asked as he towered above Gary flexing his muscles in dominance.

 “You were going to force me to sleep in a cage, train me to do tricks, go to the bathroom outside, even eat dog food. I saw all the cans you had for me. Well slave, luckily for you I’m not interested in taking you permanently,” Mason said.

 Gary felt both incredibly disappointment and relief at the same time. Had he done something to displease his master? Why would he not want him as a slave?

 “You see boy I have other matters that demand my attention. So, after I fuck you and have a little bit more fun with you, I’ll be on my way. I’m just going to be taking the $8,500 in cash you have, for my troubles, of course,” Mason said.

 Gary had now completely licked Mason’s feet clean for a second time. Mason hauled the smaller man out from under the table and, after a couple attempts, lifted him up on the kitchen table so his asshole was right in line with Mason’s cock.

 Mason fucked Gary good on that kitchen table. He worked his cock in nice and slow and took his time. Gary, being an anal virgin, was not used to the pain yet. It took about an hour of slowly keeping Mason’s cock stuffed up his ass and pushing a little further that Mason began to really start in on fucking the man. Despite the pain, Gary was still incredibly turned on at being turned into a fuckpig for this hot stud’s pleasure.

 As Mason began piston fucking his bound slut, he thought about all the things he needed to do to dig himself out of his present situation. And he had lots of ideas for revenge against the man that put him here.

 The fantasies and the sight of a bound naked slut working his ass back to take more of Mason’s big fat cock sent him over the edge again. Soon, Gary’s ass was filled with cum and a big dog tail butt plug had been stuffed in place to keep it all in there…

 Early the next morning, Mason was gone. He had taken the cash and Gary’s vintage Camaro and sped off towards home, leaving behind any plans the delivery man had for him, and setting forth with plans of his own.

 Vern arrived back at his old house late that morning. Persistence was his middle name. He always told folks around town that tired line and he began to feel that it was truly a losing battle. The house was fully in Gary’s name. Vern was just some loser that couldn’t fight against the tide.

 He got out of his truck and solemnly walked towards the front porch of the house that had cared for his family the past ten years. But he was beaten. He came to shake Gary’s hand and tell him he had won.

 Vern knocked at the door. He was not looking forward to giving Gary the satisfaction, but you can’t fight the inevitable. Some time passed. “Persistant” Vern knocked harder. He knew Gary was home. His car was in the driveway. He knocked even harder, which seemed to startle someone inside the front porch.

 Vern peered inside to see a naked man chained up. He quickly turned the knob, luckily it was unlocked. Vern hurried inside to find the surprise of his life!

 Gary was naked, chained up on all fours. He had a huge ball gag locked in his mouth. His fists were locked in leather mittens, making it impossible for him to free himself of the gag. He also had an electric shock collar around his neck. As Vern’s eyes explored the bound man’s body he noticed he had been shaven completely. He also saw Gary’s cock had been locked tightly in a small cage. The funniest thing was the big pup tail sticking out from Gary’s ass.

 “My, my, Gar, what happened?” Vern asked as he noticed some envelopes and keys on a desk with a note addressed to him in bold marker font: TO VERN, FROM A FRIEND.

 Vern weighed his options, but his curiosity got the better of him. He took the note from the desk and read it:

 Dear Vern

 I don’t know you. I’m sure the sight in front of you is quite shocking. This is how I was tied up yesterday during your brief conversation that I accidentally eavesdropped on with our mutual friend, Gary. Gary decided he likes to hire guys to kidnap people and make them into his slaves. He’s been preparing this for awhile and has a full dungeon in the basement stocked with everything one would need to keep a slave forever.

 Unfortunately, I have more important things to do with my time than spend it with Gary. He has generously left me some cash and his car, but I hate to leave an animal un-homed. I realize it’s a big responsibility, but do you think you might want him, Vern?

 He’s untrained, but luckily, he’s self-financing. The attached envelopes include the deed to this house, his lottery checks (which will continue to come to this address for the next twenty years), as well as the keys to his prison.

 If you’d like, let him go and you guys can call the police (although I’m sure they’ll be curious why Gary wanted a slave). Otherwise, you said you wanted your house back, here’s your chance.

 I’m sure you’ll do whatever’s right.

 Your friend – Mason

 Gary looked up into Vern’s eyes with a pleading look on his face. Surely Vern would be merciful and not take this opportunity, right?

 Gary’s answer was fast. He saw Vern grin, rub a massive bulge in his crotch and pick up a leash from the desk.

 “Well pup, we better take you outside,” Vern sighed, “A lot of training to do before you get your breakfast. Hope you like alpo. Ha ha ha!”

 Gary moaned and his cock throbbed in his cage as Vern clipped a leash on to his collar and began leading him into the house towards the backdoor to start his new life as a dog slave…