Last month Master surprised me by saying that we were going on a trip for the weekend. It had been a year since I had moved in with Master to care for His house, His dog, and to serve as His dog as well. During that year, the only time I left the house was when walking Buster, His dog, and going with Master and Buster to His friend's place for training. I am only permitted to speak as a human during the morning hours, while I prepare breakfast for Him and get Him on His way to work. For days now I have been pestering him each morning for hints as to where we are going, for what, etc. He has been just smiling at me and telling me to be patient.
So last night I was happy to know we were leaving for our excursion. Master loaded the dog crates for both Buster and myself in the back of the car. He threw his luggage, our food dishes, toys, and food in the back seat and took off in rapid time. I was curious about being without clothes for the weekend, but I have never questioned Master before and certainly wasn't going to this time. We were on the highway for hours. Buster and I both curled up and slept most of the way. Every time I was up on all fours and looking around I would see people in cars near us and wonder if anyone spotted me. I'm pretty sure a couple of truck drivers did.
Master stopped at an unimproved stop to give Buster and me a chance to relieve ourselves. Since there was no one around, He kept us both on leash while walking us. He even relieved Himself, letting me drink all that gorgeous man piss down before turning back to the car. I used to feel sorry for Master for having such a short dick, but have come to realize that He enjoys life thoroughly, no pity needed. He certainly gives me what I want. His discipline is fair and hard, His piss is hot and frequent, and He very much enjoys giving as well as receiving great head. He laughs sometimes when in 69 position that His training friends probably wouldn't approve of sucking off His human dog. He is a great master, and I would do anything for Him.
We drove on late into the night. Master stopped at a diner and had dinner while Buster and I ate our dog chow from our bowls in our crates. I still remember fondly the day Master agreed to let me eat the same food as Buster and join the family as the second dog. I feel to this day included like never before. We are loved, needed, respected each for our potential role, and we are happy. Master had to stop again on the side of the road when we were far from town. He let us down (still on our leashes) and led us to a tree just out of sight of the road. After Buster and I had finished, I was again allowed to drink Master's piss. He surprised me by grabbing my ears and saying "OK, now, Spot, get me off! I've been driving all night and my balls are turning blue thinking about this weekend." So I gladly put my tongue in gear and got Him going. Once He was pumping away at my face for just a little bit He threw His head back and roared at the same time He came down my throat. Damn it was good! I set back a little (dog position) and grinned at Him as He buttoned up and straightened his shirt and hair. Looking down, He said "Aw look at you, got a little woody, have you?" And then took His belt off, doubled in in his fist, and slapped my cock a good three or four times! I knew better than to yelp or complain, but I couldn't figure out what I had done wrong. "We get to fix that this weekend. I think you're going to like it a little better. I've been told I will like it a lot better. We'll see. We'll just have to see."
And with that we returned to the car and back to the road. We eventually got to a turnoff which Master took carefully, as if He was there for the first time. He drove the back roads for quite a while before pulling into what looked like a pasture. He got out and opened the cattle gate, drove in, and then closed the gate before proceeding on. Buster and I were thrown around quite a bit until Master came to a final stop. He opened the back gate and let us out of our crates. He pointed to the nearest tree and said "We're home for now. Go do your business." Then as we went to piss on the tree, Master moved his luggage and our food into a little cabin. Then He pulled out our crates and set them up outside the cabin near the door. "Sorry boys, but this weekend you get to stay outside while the big guys get the inside."
I had never slept outside before. Oh I had slept in a tent with a sleeping bag, and probably underclothes or jammies. But I wasn't at all sure I could roll up in a ball like Buster and just sleep. It was a summer night, though, and not at all cold. So I was a little heartened when I saw Master come our way and put a blanket in each of our crates. Not just the little one that Buster usually gets at home, but a real blanket, good for warmth and comfort. I was happy, and was glad to settle down soon after and nod off to sleep. Master had left to walk to a big house that was uphill some from the cabin. I was used to sleeping with Buster when Master was out for the night.
The next morning I was ready to get up and do my "human" gig again (you know, breakfast, helping with housework) but found a new lock on my crate. Buster and I were both roaring to piss but were going to have to wait a while, it seemed. We kind of paced and worried around for quite a while before the door to the cabin opened and a big burly guy came out and said "Here we go, then, let's have a piss, shall we?" At that he opened our crates and pointed to the tree: "You know what to do, go do it!" Once we were done, Buster went on sniffing the base of several clumps of clover and I just set back and watched him. The big burly dude turned to me and said "I think your Master wants you in the cabin. I'll see to Buster." I started to stand and he held his hand out to me "No, on all fours. I think this is supposed to be your weekend, Spot."
