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What?
Did John hear Manuel right?
He wanted to ask questions, but the ball gag prevented much more than a dog's whine. Manuel pulled the cart backwards wrapping up his evening's work. Down the path it rolled until the crunching of the smaller rocks under the wheels could no longer be heard.
Did he tell Randy that John was locked in the dog kennel chained and locked down on all fours like a dog? Or...Or did Manuel mean he was going to tell him? Randy doesn't know yet?
At this point he didn't care that the gag ball was still firmly strapped to his head not only preventing speech but also his ability to eat. John felt a crushing humiliation contracting around his soul.
The silly erotic game John started out with his girlfriend Ashley on a joyous long dog/slave weekend quickly escalated into a scrambled mess completely out of his control. But this is what he wanted. Right..?
No.
Yes!
No.
Not like this. John wanted to have his cake and eat it too. He wanted to keep one foot in the world as a human. Keep his relationship with Ashley intact. Ashley's brother-in-law was the last thing he thought he had to fear. Valerie had kept him hidden away like some private, personal joke between herself, him, her friends and Ashley.
Would Randy be pissed? Would he just laugh at John's self induced humiliation? A whole new level of anxiety introduced itself into John's otherwise carefree life as a dog. Life as he knew it a week ago would be over for him. Worse than being caught in some perverted sex act, word would spread amongst his peers at work. His relatives he left behind in another state would become informed of his crusades as a dog/slave.
Unable to leave the kennel, unable to eat the food from the dog bowl on the ground, unable to stand like a man, he lowered himself onto his left side and stared out at the trees lining the kennel area.
That is how he spent the rest of the day.
That evening voices and the rolling cart coming up the path brought him out of his stupor. At first he thought it was Valerie and Randy. This was it. But no. It was Manuel's voice.
The cart rolled up to the first kennel as John's little hairy peer wagged his tail and danced about. The gate opened and the dog happily ran out and charged one side of the cages tot he other.
The two humans stepped up to John's cage. "You see it cannot eat," Manuel pointed out to the woman who only snickered to herself.
"You know, I totally forgot." Valerie fished with her long fingers down the front pocket of her tight jeans until she pinched the key and brought it out. Unlocking the gate she opened it stepping in.
"Not a sound, Frisky." She began to unbuckle the muzzle. "Understand?"
John remained still and silent as Manuel entered the pen around he and Valerie with a shovel and bucket.
Valerie withdrew the administration of her fingers. "Understand? You can go a day or two without eating. But you will learn."
Manuel scooped up the few days of waste John had acquired in the corner dropping it in the bucket.
