Dog Day After Day Ch 06

With great relief, I saw the wooden gate leading into our yard open. Finally, somebody was coming. Finally, help was at hand. And best of all, the person coming through the gate was Millie, my own personal pet trainer here at Karen's Kennels. I knew I'd be okay now. Best possible outcome. Millie's job was to look after me for the duration of my three day stay in Karen's Kennels.

It was late in the afternoon of my first day at the kennels and I was being vigorously fucked up the ass by the only other human pet in the place. Tiger by name and tigerish by nature, he was tearing into my ass with animal ferocity. I wanted to be rescued from his uncontrolled assault. I'm Rover, by the way, a middle aged human who, unwisely, decided he wanted to try some puppy pet play for a week. My wife eventually agreed to the plan, gave me my doggie name, and decided a three day sojourn in Karen's Kennels (we train all pets) would set me up for a proper puppy play experience.

Millie entered the yard walking backwards. She hadn't seen me yet. She was drawing five or six dogs in with her, all on short leads that linked onto one lead which she held. Giving the kennelled dogs their forty minute afternoon walk probably required all of the dog trainer's and dog handlers on duty to chip in to complete the chore. On my way into Karen's Kennels that morning, I had seen about twenty dogs, minimum, in the various pens in the front yard. Us humans, the puppy play pets, are kept out of the way in the back yard to avoid scandalising the normal customers of Karen's Kennels.

Once Millie had successfully coaxed her four legged charges through the gate, she closed it and, thankfully, turned in my direction, towards the human pet's pen.

'Wheeeii, wheeeii,' I cried, to be sure to get her attention. All communication with humans had to be in doggie language. I wanted to make my unhappiness obvious, as if it wasn't obvious enough already. Tiger, my fellow human pet and pen-mate, was standing hard up against me forcing me upright and pressing me into the wire mesh that made up the sides of the pen. I couldn't move. His superior weight, height and strength allowed him to easily hold me in position while he continued to ram his huge rock hard penis up my ass, banging me heavily against the mesh with each thrust, literally lifting my paw encased feet off the ground every time, causing the wire mesh of the pen to rattle noisily in rhythm with Tiger's athletic hip thrusts.

At least Millie was here now, I consoled myself. Rescue was at hand. She was bound to hear the steady thump and rattle of the mesh as Tiger continued his relentless pounding. But halfway from the gate to our pen, Millie and her gaggle of dogs veered off, as the dogs, yapping excitedly, all charged at once towards a pigeon that had landed at the far side of the yard. Clearly, Millie was happy to give them their head. My predicament didn't seem to be a priority for her. In fact, she gave a cheery wave in our direction as the dogs ran excitedly towards the bird, dragging Millie with them.

Tiger was heading towards his climax now. I could feel it. His thrusts were shallower and faster. At least he was no longer straining and stretching some high-up part of my innards with each forceful push. It was a case of waiting him out. I knew it would be all over before Millie ever got near the human pet pen. I could see her and her dogs moving along the far boundary. The dogs sniffing and burrowing under the same bushes and shrubs that I had sniffed and burrowed under earlier in the day. Probably having a poo up there as well. Probably did it every day, in the very spot I had been down on my hands and knees with my nose in the grass earlier. I tried to concentrate on what Millie's dogs were doing as a distraction from Tiger reaming out my ass. Let what was happening behind me and happening to my ass, happen. Nothing to do with me. I'm busy watching some of my fellow four legged friends having a shit.

Tiger came, hard and heavy, big slow thrusts accompanied each spurt of cum. He was a shouter. Just showing off, I decided. Just trying to get an audience for his moment of triumph, his act of domination. If he was an ape he'd be doing his King Kong thing; thumping his chest and giving his jungle call. As I felt each hot splodge of cum splatter into my rectum, I now hoped Millie wouldn't come over this way. Especially as there was nothing for her to rescue me from anymore. I could do without the humiliation and embarrassment of her seeing me being fucked by this younger, stronger man. For a tubby male in his fifties, there is something particularly demeaning about being used by someone half his age; being so obviously used. Meaning nothing to this young guy other than a receptacle for his cum. just a substitute for a tissue to jerk off into.

But of course not only did Millie did look this way, she headed directly towards us, at speed, led by her six yapping dogs. Millie reached the other side of the wire from us just as Tiger finished having his wicked way with me. She was looking directly at me with my doggie nose pressed hard against the wire mesh, as I felt Tiger's cock slide free from my now very sloppy asshole. Which I tried to squeeze shut to prevent an embarrassing dribble of Tiger's cum sliding down my leg. But, instead of shocking her, Millie seemed to find my humiliation amusing.

'I'm glad to see that you boys have got to know each other and have settled down', she said, while doing that 'I know what you naughty boys have been up to' look with the arched eyebrow, the nod-nod, wink-wink thing.

'Woof, woooof, woooooof,' howled Tiger triumphantly in response, from behind me, while giving me a few body bumps from behind, making me rattle up against the fence like I was still being fucked, one paw possessively resting and pressing down on my shoulder, keeping me in place. His other paw giving me a few slaps on the flank with, like I was his pony.

'Wheeeiii, wheeeii,' I went, determined not to let the blatant public rape of my ass be passed off as a bit of doggie play. Especially by the person who is supposed to be looking after me in Karen's Kennels. I wanted her to know I wasn't at all happy about it, despite the tingling that was starting around my cock. A humiliation hard-on was threatening. But Millie wasn't giving me any slack. Instead she gave me a lecture on doggie behaviour.

'Rover, would you ever ease up and stop complaining,' she said sternly. 'You have to learn to behave like a dog if you want to be a dog. That's why you are here. You know well that dogs are very hierarchical. There is a pecking order that has to be established whenever dogs get together. And once it's established, that's it. Each dog know its place and behaves accordingly. Life in the kennels settles down after that. I see it all the time. Okay?'

'Woof,' I grudgingly conceded, seeing as how my complaining failed to win Millie to my side. Meanwhile Tiger gave me another couple of hard body slaps from behind, demonstrating who was top dog as he bounced me against the mesh. Millie could see what was what, and it was clear to me that she was happy with the situation. As she went on to tell me.

'And, Rover, in case you hadn't noticed, that hierarchy is already established here. Tiger is the top dog. He's young and strong. You are an old, podgy dog. So Tiger can boss you around. And, since there is only two of you, there is nobody for you to boss around. You come at the bottom of this particular dog heap. Which means you do what Tiger wants you to do. Yes?'

I briefly thought about, and decided against, breaking into English to give my perspective on life as the underdog. But since Millie set out where she was coming from so plainly, I had to accept I was on to a loser. It would cost me too much if I started making my case in English. Every word of English would be reported back to Mary who would add an additional day for each word to my dog life span. Not worth it. I folded and gave another grumpy woof of assent.

My 'Woof,' timed with to another thumping body slam from behind

So that was it. I was now Tiger's official fucktoy. Millie had witnessed my submission to the alpha dog. There would be an entry in the kennels visitor's log book. 'Sunday, 15.45 hrs; Tiger fucked Rover in the ass for 3 mins. Both dogs happy. ' Something like that. It would probably be reported back to Mary. Millie was still sorting my head out for me. I listened up.

'So be a good dog, Rover, and get on with your kennel mate. Okay? After I've finished exercising these dogs I'll be back in half an hour to give both of you your exercise. Be good until then.'

I gave a perfunctory woof in reply, and off went Millie and her six dogs, out of the yard, closing the gate behind her. Leaving me on my own with Tiger. I knew what he wanted me to do next.

My introduction to Tiger had happened an hour or so earlier. Around lunchtime, I guessed, thought I didn't get to have a lunch. It was after Millie had me round up the box of balls to her satisfaction, and ran through a few commands with me, like roll over and so on. She told me I'd be spending most of the rest of the afternoon in the pen. It seems dogs are expected to spend a lot of time lazing about, or sleeping. Millie said it was time for me to get to know Tiger anyway, and for him to get to know me, because we'd be caged together for the two nights I'd be sleeping in the Karen's Kennels.

Tiger was the only other pet play human in the place. Millie explained that Tiger was in kennels for a week while his owner was abroad. He wasn't in for training or anything. He was kind of like a hotel guest. Same as most of the dogs in kennels, I supposed. Though Millie said she would be bringing him for a walk before bedtime along with me, Tiger was not obliged to go on all fours. Apparently his owner allowed him to walk upright. But that didn't apply to me, Millie said. My owner had told them I was to be kept on all fours. That it would help me to achieve the doggie state of mind. Which seemed a bit strange, because starting out on my human pet play adventure, Mary had pointed out that I wouldn't be able to get around on all fours for any length of time. Humans weren't built for that, she had said. Maybe she wanted to rub that fact in by forcing me to go on all fours for the three days of training in the Karen's Kennels.

The good news, said Millie, as we approached the pen, was that dogs could talk to each other. Yes, she repeated in response to my querulous woof. On the basis that real dogs communicate with each other in their own language, Karen's Kennels policy is to allow pet play puppies to communicate with each other in their own language too.

'Which is lucky for you, Rover,' she concluded, as she opened the wire mesh door to the pen. 'Now you can have a nice 'get to know you' chat and enjoy speaking normally. Just remember; you cannot speak in English when another human is around. To us humans, you are a dog, and if I hear you speaking English I would have to report each infraction to your owner. She was very specific about that. In you go.'

'Woof,' I agreed, happily. Even if it wasn't yet a full two days since my pet play 'adventure' started, it seemed like I had been speaking in woofs for a lifetime. The idea of being able to have a normal conversation lifted my spirits. Things were looking up. Millie followed behind me into the pen, closing the door behind her. As she unclipped my leash, she said she was going to run through the set-up in the pen for me. Meanwhile, Tiger was standing to one side, leaning nonchalantly against the mesh of the pen. He remained silent, making no effort to greet Millie, or me. Just watching us intently. His eyes hard and staring inside his dog face harness. Like he was ready to pounce. Very animal-like. I felt a bit uneasy, as I tried to focus on Millie's guided tour of the pen.

'This pen is your outdoor day space. Your kennel for sleeping at night is in here at the back of the pen,' she said, walking up to the wooden, small garden shed type structure that was positioned in one back corner of the pen. It was about six foot square with no windows and a door opening, but no door.

'Take a look inside,' Millie invited me. I poked my head in the doorway. A dog mattress was placed on either side of the door. Three feet above the mattresses, bunk shelves on each side each had another dog mattress, making four sleeping spaces in all. It would be very crowed if all four sleeping spaces were occupied by four adult pet play puppies.

'Now come out here Rover and I'll show you where you do your business.'

'Woof.' This I wanted to know. I can't relax in a new place until the small matter of the bathroom facilities is squared away; what's on offer, what sort of access, how much privacy, and so on. Though I didn't expect too much in the way of privacy, and I was right. To the side of the kennel, in the other back corner of the pen was a paved area about four foot square. Two stainless steel one inch diameter stand pipes came out of the ground, two foot high then curved around to the horizontal. Below them, the paved area dipped into a shallow depression around a grated drain hole. The stand pipes finished in a polished dome with in inner and outer circle of holes at the tip of the dome. They wouldn't look out of place as the twin exhausts of a classic Italian motorbike.

'The best way to show you how it works, Rover, is to have you try it out,' said Millie, all matter of fact, like she was inviting me to try on a pair of shoes for size. 'Just bring your butt down to the level of the pipe and back into it, so it is pushing against your asshole.

Sure. Why not, I thought, how low can a fellow go? Giving an obliging 'woof,' I went down onto my knees, lowering my ass, along with my dignity, down to the level of the pipe. At least I was down on my hands and knees now which was more comfortable. I gave an involuntary twitch as the cool metal tip touched my asshole.

That fact that Mille choose to assist me by bending down in front of me and putting her hands on my shoulders to guide me back was a nice distraction. I couldn't help but look straight into the loose neck of her pink tee-shirt. It was right in front of my face. Looking in, I could see her perfect young firm breasts hanging freely, no bra, just there before me, their nipples proud and brown. I felt the dull tingling start around my cock, which quickly escalated up to the more painful stinging level.

Millie's firm grip on each of my shoulders as she pushed me back over the pipe didn't help. The fact that her breasts jiggled a bit as she manoeuvred me onto the pipe helped even less. I braced myself for the zapping phase that would tame and shrivel my growing erection. Sure enough; three fairly mild zap, zap, zaps hit my cock in quick succession, causing me to jump a little.

'Steady there, Rover. You are very jumpy. Hold still. Let me push you back onto the pipe. The idea is that you are going to take that pipe into your ass.'

Will do, I thought. Might as well impale myself on a pipe. I pushed back against the cold metal. My erection has been zapped away. Millie has stood back up, leaving me with a close up of her trainers. A sudden forceful jet of cold water hit me directly on target and I could feel some of it push inside into my rectum.

'That's to lube you up, Rover. Now keep pushing on back. Like I said, you have to take the pipe up your ass. Keep your legs wide apart.'

So, an automatic enema coming up I presumed, carefully allowing the pipe to slide into my bowels till I hit the bend in the pipe. Now what?

'Now just wait, Rover. Let the machine do its thing.'

I didn't give woof an acknowledgement. It was all too humiliating, stuck on my hands and knees with a pipe up my ass, being gazed at cynically by the twenty-five year old Tiger and supervised by the twenty year old Millie like I was a toddler being told to sit on the potty. And so I just waited, like I was the dumb animal I thought wanted to be. Anything could be about to happen to me and I couldn't do a thing about it. Suddenly, I could feel my guts filling steadily with cold water. Filling and filling till it felt like too much. I tried to move away from the pipe but Millie, standing just in front of me, pressed her knees against my shoulders, forcing my asshole back to the bend of the pipe. I could have turned my head and licked the tender young skin on the back of her knee, if I wasn't otherwise preoccupied. Instead, I gave a nervous 'wheeeii,' thinking my guts were about to burst.

'Steady, Rover. The pump will shut off when it reaches the set pressure.'

And it did, just then, to my great relief. Millie kept her knees against my shoulders holding me on the pipe.

'Stay, Rover. Hold it in until you're ready. I'm sure you have had an enema before. When you feel you are about expel, squat down over the grate and let it go. Then back up onto the pipe again. Two more rinses and you are done.'

It wasn't a pleasant experience, but I completed the process under the watchful eyes of Millie and Tiger, deciding that the bathroom arrangements at Karan's Kennels were best avoided unless absolutely necessary. I wondered about the arrangements for washing. The obvious thing would be to have shower head mounted over the paved area, but there wasn't one. Anyway, since I was a dog, I supposed the most I could expect the occasional doggie bath and shampoo.

'I'm off now, said Millie, after I'd given myself my three douches. 'I'll leave you dogs to get to know each other.'

'Woof,' from me. Nothing from Tiger. And Millie was gone, heading for the wooden gate into the front yard. I was alone with my kennel mate. I crawled away from the bathroom area, shivering slightly as I felt some water slurp and dribble out my cold and puckered asshole. I decided to crawl over to the kennel and laid down on a doggie bed and recover for a while. But it was not to be.

'So, here's how it's going to be, Rover,' said Tiger, lazily easing himself off the side of the pen he was leaning against, sauntering up and casually cutting off my route to the kennel. I tried to look up at his dog face but I was down on all fours. With my head lifted up as it would, I could still only see up as far as his big cock. Didn't want to look at that. I looked down at the ground again. Then his paw encased feet came into my field of vision. He was standing right in front of me. I wasn't going anywhere. All I could think was that the tip of his big cock must nearly be touching the top of my head. I decided it was time to make it clear that I wasn't going to be pushed around. Start our relationship off on the right footing. Not let him see how much I was afraid of him, and his big cock.

To do that, it would have been better if I stood up. I could be face to face with Tiger. Meet him on equal terms. But, according to Millie, I was supposed to stay on all fours. Obedience training for me being one of the big things they were told by Mary to focus on during my stay in at Karen' Kennels. I decided it was best to stay down. No doubt the pen is monitored by a camera somewhere. There was a risk that I would get zapped badly in the balls for standing up. Who knows what range those remotes have? Also, all infractions are to be reported back to Mary. No brainer then, but I went into the sit position. Less humiliating, except that Tiger's big cock was now in licking distance, just right there in front of my face. Waiting to be licked or sucked, whatever. Awkward moment, I had to say something by way of distraction, so I decided to slap his 'here's how it's going to be' statement back at him briskly, not giving an inch.

'Here's how what's going to be, Tiger?' I shot back, looking up past his big cock, past his muscular chest framed by his leather dog harness, on up to his dog helmeted face. It looked like I was pleading or begging, having to look up at him like that from below. Not a very authoritative stance for an eyeball to eyeball 'let's sort this matter out man-to-man' type of discussion. And so it proved.