Keith was at the Elite Pet Training Academy to learn a new trick. So far, he had only had dealings with Emily, the attractive twenty-year assistant to the proprietor, Madame Isabella. Emily had been nice to him, in her own way, but now he had been led into a room where he came face-to-face with Madame Isabella. She could be friendly, especially with Emily, but when teaching a refractory pet obedience then she was anything but friendly. It was that side of her character that Keith was witnessing, and it frightened him.
He had been immediately put off by her dour expression, and her opening remarks confirmed his suspicions that she had a different personality to Emily. “Kneel, Keith! I’m Madame Isabella,” she sternly informed him, “and I’m warning you now that I stand for no nonsense. I’m not your friend, nor am I a big softie like Miss Emily. If you disobey me or hesitate to follow orders, you will feel this.” In her hand she held a stout leather tawse. “Do you understand?”
He knew better than to speak, so gave a single bark.
“Stand up and turn around, so I can give you a taste of it,” she ordered. He did so, and she let rip, twice smashing the heavy strap across his buttocks. “It hurts, doesn’t it?”
By God, yes, it hurt! “Woof!” he croaked, trying to hold back tears.
“So, you’re going to be a good boy? Yes?”
“Woof!” This was the only possible answer under the circumstances.
Unlike Emily, who was practically dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, Madame Isabella was inappropriately wearing a tight, ultrashort, mini-skirt and a semi-transparent blouse through which he could make out the image of her lacy white bra. Her attire was more suited to someone much younger than her fifty years. And Keith reckoned her legs were encased in stockings. They might have been tights, but tiny lumps protruding from her skirt suggested they were nylons supported by a suspender belt and clips. Were she to bend over or squat, he was convinced he would glimpse her stocking tops.
Yet, despite her somewhat sluttish appearance—or maybe because of it—Keith felt his penis attempting to stiffen.
“Stop gawping at me, Keith,” she instructed. “You’re a dog, remember? Now follow me.”
The three of them went into the next room. Keith was shocked to see, standing with his back to the wall, a completely naked young man with a semi-erect penis.
“Your mistress tells me that you are unwilling to suck your master’s cock, Keith, but I’ve assured her that by the time you return home you will be cured of your pathetic phobia. It won’t take us long with the special methods I use.” Her ominous words sent a shiver down his spine.
“Let’s get started! A simple question—are you willing to suck this nice man’s cock, Keith?”
“No, I can’t, I—” he said, instantly realising he had broken a rule.
“Dogs do not talk, you imbecile! Has that not been explained to you?!” Madame Isabella screamed. She again hit him with the tawse, striking the front of his thighs. “Learn to follow the rules if you don’t want to be punished.”
Keith didn’t know what to reply, and neither one nor two barks seemed appropriate.
“Naughty boy!” Madame Isabella added. “Now, I will ask you again. Will you suck his cock?”
“Woof! Woof!” he defiantly replied. He had given the same negative response, but in a different language. Unsatisfied with his response, Madame Isabella lashed out again, and he gave a yelp as the tawse struck the back of his thighs.
He was getting a good understanding of the special methods she planned to use, but then she changed tack. “We will try a different approach and return to the tawse if we need to,” she said, in a calmer voice. “Where are the bananas, Emily? Go and get some.” Turning to Keith, she explained, “We’ll start with simple stuff.”
Emily appeared with two bananas, and Keith was instructed to kneel in front of her. She peeled a banana and stood facing him. Next, she unzipped the fly of her jeans, exciting him with a glimpse of her pink panties, and then held the banana as if it were an erect penis sticking out of her denims. Despite the mortifying circumstances, he was becoming aroused again, kneeling in front of this gorgeous young woman who was provocatively taunting him.
“Suck but don’t bite the banana,” commanded Madame Isabella. He opened his mouth, and Emily gently pushed the banana inside. This was tolerable for him, despite the urge he had to take a bite. But as she moved the banana around, thrusting it deeper, he found himself gagging.
“Naughty dog!” admonished Madame Isabella. “Control yourself.”
Reprimanded, he did all he could to control the gag reflex, telling himself that it was just an edible fruit. After a few minutes, he succeeded, and Emily was able to push it quite deep without triggering any retching.
“Now a banana with the skin on,” explained Madame Isabella. This was harder for him. Not only was it inedible, but it was wider. Nonetheless, after several minutes of practice, he managed to take it in his mouth, and he could tolerate Emily thrusting it slowly back and forth in a sensual manner.
“Now the dildo, Emily,” instructed Madame Isabella. Emily left the room, returning a couple of minutes later with a realistically-shaped phallus. Keith panicked when he saw it and tried to turn away, but Madame Isabella would not allow that. The object looked enormous and accurately resembled an erect penis, complete with throbbing veins and an angry looking head.
Several times, Emily tried to insert the object into his mouth, but each time he resisted by clenching his teeth. Inevitably, his intransigence was rewarded by further swipes of the tawse across his bottom.
“I’ve had enough of this! Find the ring gag,” ordered Madame Isabella, impatiently. Emily quickly produced a gag with a steel ring, and Madame Isabella set about securing it around Keith’s head. He put up some resistance but knew that it was inevitable that she would succeed. Soon the gag was locked around his head, and the ring forced his mouth wide open.
No longer could he clench his teeth to prevent ingress of the dildo. He tried turning his head away, but Madame Isabella proved to be strong, as well as determined. Emily inserted the artificial penis a little way into his gaping mouth.
“See,” Madame Isabella pointed out to him, “It’s nothing to make a fuss about. It doesn’t hurt.”
Emily then started pushing it in deeper. A couple of times Keith gagged at the foreign invader, but Emily patiently waited for him to recover before trying again. “You’re doing well, Keithy” she said, by way of encouragement. This went on for several minutes before he somehow overcame his fears and allowed Emily to thrust it to the back of his throat without him gagging.
“Clever doggy,” grinned Emily. “You’ve done really well. I’m proud of you!”
“For God’s sake, Emily, don’t overdo the praise. It’s not helpful! He’s a proper drama queen, and it’s unbelievable the theatrical performances he puts on. You’re just encouraging him!” Keith felt it was like a good cop, bad cop situation.
“Sorry, Ma’am,” Emily replied contritely.
“Now the real thing,” declared Madame Isabella. The man standing against the wall had become fully erect having been excited watching the embarrassing proceedings unfold. What’s more, his manhood was glistening as pre-cum oozed out the end.
He came up to Keith and, with both Madame Isabella and Emily holding Keith’s head, positioned his raging hard-on so it was directly in front of Keith’s wide-open mouth.
Repelled as he was by the sight beneath his eyes, Keith knew he had no option but to submit to this man, who slowly inserted his penis into his mouth.
Keith was strictly heterosexual, yet he knew that his master, Mr Bradshaw, expected him to perform this duty, no matter how distasteful Keith considered it to be.
Unlike the banana, which naturally tasted of banana, and the phallus, which tasted plasticky, this tasted unmistakably of human flesh. Moreover, it was very warm—hot even—from the blood pulsing through its veins. However, it was not as unpleasant as he had anticipated, and the seasoning from the salty precum made the experience more bearable than he was expecting. Slowly, the man eased his manhood backwards and forwards in Keith’s mouth, each insertion going a little deeper. With the gag in place and with his head held firmly, Keith had no alternative but to take it.
And, slowly, a change was happening inside Keith’s brain. Despite the intense shame he was experiencing, he subconsciously decided that if he couldn’t reject this intrusion, then he was better off adapting to it.
He started to relax and was almost enjoying the feel when the inevitable happened. Keith had failed to read the signs, and the man ejaculated, taking Keith by surprise. What seemed like gallons of salty, sweet seminal fluid spurted out and hit the back of his throat with considerable force. Instinctively, Keith attempted to back away, only to find Madame Isabella and Emily tightening their grip on him. Desperately, he tried to swallow the flow of semen flooding his mouth, but the ring gag made swallowing nigh on impossible. As the man slowly withdrew, so fluid began oozing out of Keith’s mouth onto the floor—he looked down in horror.
“Clever doggy,” commented Emily, smiling sweetly. “I’m proud of you! You should be proud of yourself! You’re a good boy.”
“Give me strength, Emily,” Madame Isabella gasped in despair. “Just take him back to his crate. We’ll try again this afternoon, but without the gag.”
Keith was led back to the small windowless room where he had spent the night, and he was locked once again into the crate. He desperately lapped up water from his bowl to cleanse his mouth. Somehow, he had managed to do something that two weeks earlier was impossible and, strangely, he did feel a sense of pride, just as Emily had said.
Now hungry, he ate a few of the kibbles and was relieved to discover they were not actually dog food, but were something for humans intended to resemble canine biscuits. He then curled up on his bed to try to get some sleep after his restless night.
oooOOooo
That afternoon, he was awoken and taken back by Emily for another lesson, this time finding himself confronted by a different man. This one, like the last, was naked and, on seeing Keith in his submissive state, his penis began to tumesce. Keith was alarmed to observe that when it had achieved full size it was larger than that of the man in the morning. Then the first signs of pre-cum appeared, soon to be hanging in gooey threads from the tip.
“Are you going to be a good dog? No histrionics?” asked Madame Isabella. “Show us what you’ve learnt. Start by licking and then take it in your mouth. I’ve still got the tawse, and I can use the gag again if necessary. Your training doesn’t finish here until you can give this nice young man a blow job.”
The man approached him with his raging erection. It was barely inches from Keith’s mouth, which was now clamped shut. Keith looked terrified—indeed, he was terrified.
“Reach down, Emily, and play with his cage, or tickle his balls, or anything to encourage him,” advised Madame Isabella. “Squeeze his balls, if you need to,” she added.
Emily gently wiggled his chastity device and stroked his balls, causing a spasm of frenzied twitching inside his cage. Yet, he still couldn’t face submitting to this man, who was waiting patiently for Emily to overcome Keith’s resistance.
She continued her efforts, using her feminine wiles to manipulate Keith’s behaviour. Sometimes stroking, and sometimes squeezing, she exerted her power over him. If Keith kept mouth closed, she applied pressure—if he opened it a little, she rewarded him by teasing.
This beautiful young girl, who was so close to him he could smell her delectable perfume and feel her breath, had total control over him. He desperately wanted her, to make love to her, but he knew that would never happen. All he could do, to satisfy his urges, was to surrender to her—and to this man. She had humiliated him and broken him. His submission would soon be complete.
He poked his tongue out a little and began licking the man’s enormous manhood, sliding his tongue up and down the rigid shaft and rubbing it against the glans.
“Good boy! You’re doing well, now lick his pee hole,” encouraged Emily, and so he pressed his tongue against the guy’s meatus, sampling his pre-cum in the process.
Then, finding the taste to be not unpalatable, Keith began to wrap his lips around the hard-on, sucking it into his mouth and further fondling it with his tongue. The man responded by pushing his organ deeper and then steadily sliding it back and forth. Time after time this occurred, as the man got closer to climaxing.
This time, sensing that the man was approaching the point of no return, Keith increased his efforts and readied himself for the inevitable explosion, determined to impress Emily, if not Madame Isabella, with what he had learnt. Then, with an enormous pant, the man orgasmed, his swollen penis delivering hot semen into Keith’s mouth. Ingesting the slimy, viscous fluid as it erupted was impossible and it was building up in his mouth. Keith thought the man was never going to be drained of spunk but, after an eternity, it was over and the man slowly withdrew, strands of seminal fluid mixed with saliva dripping from his still swollen phallus.
Keith struggled to swallow the jism and then became aware of intense pain. It took him several seconds to realise that his own penis was throbbing in a desperate struggle to break free of its cage. The realisation dawned on Keith that he had become aroused from performing a homosexual act, yet surely it was the humiliation he’d suffered that was powering his erection, not the act itself.
“Good doggy,” advised Emily, tenderly stroking his hair. “That wasn’t so difficult, was it?”
Madame Isabella joined in. “It was a struggle, but we broke him in the end, Emily. I’ll phone his owners to tell them you can take him back home this evening, and that he has learnt his new trick. In the meanwhile, lock in back up in his crate.”
oooOOooo
A couple of hours later Keith was back in the van, and Emily drove him back to his home where he was enthusiastically greeted by his owners.
Emily told them that he had been trained to perform the desired trick. “I can’t belief that you’ve trained him so quickly. We’ve been trying for months. Thank you so much, Emily,” effused Mrs Bradshaw.
Emily blushed and smiled. “He’s been a good boy, Mrs Bradshaw, he really has. And he’s so cute, I wanted to keep him for myself.”
Please, please do, Keith thought, looking at Emily with pleading eyes.
“Sorry, Emily, but we couldn’t part with him,” laughed Mrs Bradshaw, dashing Keith’s hopes. “And are you grateful to Miss Emily, Keith, for the kindness she’s shown you?”
“Woof!!”
Emily smiled and patted him on the head. “I hope I can spend more time with you one day, Keith. I’m going now, but I expect you to be a good boy and show Mr Bradshaw what you’ve learnt.”
He whined a goodbye and held up a paw, which Emily graciously shook. “Aaaahh,” she said, affectionately, “you’re such a sweet doggy.”
Mr Bradshaw was almost salivating as he watched Emily return to her van. Whether it was from observing her bottom swaying seductively, or from anticipating Keith performing his new trick, was open to question.
