A Dog/slave Weeend

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Manuel's eyes became as huge as silver dollars, his head whip-lashed in the direction of the voice. "Mr..." he stammered. "Mr. Hagain! No! No sir." He quickly pushed himself away from the chain link fencing and returned to retrieving Frisky's food.

""No, not that," Randy protested Manuel feeding him. Randy carried a plate of eggs, bacon and toast.

"Oh, Jefe, I did not realize he was your dog/slave now."

"Well, I've got the key to his cage now. I was told that makes him mine. Right?"

"Of course, Jefe..."

"Oh, come on, Manuel," Randy said unlocking the cage door. "Not you too? If I had the key to your car, it would still be your car."

"See. Yes, yes..."

Randy let himself into the cage and sat the plate of food on the ground. It wasn't bits and pieces of a past meals jumbled together. The eggs were over easy and separate from whole strips of bacon. The toast filled the other quarter of the plate. There was even a fork included which Randy removed for obvious reasons.

Frisky looked up at him and then back at the food.

"Go on," Randy instructed. "I'm not hand feeding you. Eat."

"You'll spoil your dog/slave like that Jefe."

"I'll take the risk, Manuel." Randy said. "Go clean that dog bowl out real good. It looks like there's still last week's food dried in there."

Frisky was well into slurping up the slippery eggs. The yoke dripped from his lips as he chomped down on the bacon.

"Of course, Jefe," Manuel pushed his cart away.

Randy could hear the cart tires crunch through the gravel on the way back to the back yard area. While Frisky ate, Randy went to the other two dogs cages and opened them up, bending down to pet them and let them run toward the house.

He returned to Frisky's cage were the dog/slave was finishing up the toast. Randy was impressed he ate it all with no hands. But his face displayed all the signs of eating with his mouth.

Frisky wiped at his mouth with his forearm, which then showed the past few days worth of mouth wiping building up on his skin. The older, dried food was flaking off.

"I can see why the girls all go gaga over you."

Frisky just sat and looked at him.

Randy didn't know what to make of that so he went on, "So, look. I'm not messing around with this stuff. You're ride will be here tomorrow. But if I had it my way I'd break those locks, put a shirt on you, give you some money and make you walk to the bus station."

Frisky was looking around outside the fence at whatever. He tried to understand how Valerie could hand the only key to his sexual relief to Randy. What would Randy say if he knew his was the only male sperm Frisky had ever tasted, mixed in with his wife Valerie's vaginal fluids. Then Frisky looked at the open gate and then back at Randy.

"I'm serious. I don't want you here," Randy said as if he were not being understood. "Look, John..."

The word 'John' made Frisky tilt his head. It was not a word he wanted to hear. Or was able to tolerate any longer.

"...I know my wife," Randy continued, his fingers fidgeting with the key ring. "It's not all your fault. Valerie told me that she's concerned about her sister's future. Ashley's future. So, in her own, little, special way she took control of the situation and was either going to cure your obsession with being a dog/slave or... well..." Randy waved his upturned palm up and down in Frisky's direction. "...you get this."

Frisky watched his hand as if it may have held a treat in it Randy was teasing him with.

"You seem quite adapted though," Randy remarked while picking up the empty plate from the dirt. "I mean, I'm not going to judge you. Mental health should be taken more seriously in society. You've probably dealt with these issues your whole life, just as Val was telling me."

Frisky didn't need to answer as Randy was doing quite well holding up the conversation on his own. Not that Frisky felt he could answer. It wasn't his place to do so unless specifically commanded.

"Yeah, well," Randy said turning to leave. "Nice talk. I honestly thought you'd be full of excuses and reasons and apologies." He stepped out and closed the gate to the cage. "At the very least I thought you'd be begging me not to kick your ass." Randy gave Frisky a good, hard looking at. "In your state it wouldn't be much of a fight."

Randy started walking off with both the plate and the lock used on the cage gate. "I'm not going to lock you in there and play along with this nonsense."

At the bend in the path Randy stopped. He closed his eyes, face in the air he slightly shook his head. "Shit." he muttered before turning around and making sure the lock was secure on Frisky's cage before he fully left.

Thirty minutes or so later the crunching footsteps in the gravel approached Frisky. Valerie made her way forward passing the other dogs wagging their tails at her. She looked at them and smiled, flapping her fingers of one hand at them as she passed. She wanted to get to Frisky's cage.

"How did your meeting with my husband go, Frisky?" she asked lacing her fingers through the chain link fencing to his cage.

The man-dog was quiet and looked at her. For the life of her if he had a tail she would have sworn it would be wagging.

"Speak your words, Frisky."

He said nothing but getting to all fours and hobbled over to the gate at Valerie's feet. He sat back down and looked at her as this was far as he could go separated by the chain link.

She knelt down to his level and again put her fingers through the wires.

Frisky licked at them and Valerie laughed. "Say your words, boy."

Frisky looked at her as if he would do anything in the world to please her if he only knew what it was.

"Oh, no, Frisky," she half laughed and half wined. "Your not broken that badly, are you?"