Master Jason's private jet touched down at a small airfield 20 miles north of Seville, Spain. As expected a smartly dressed chauffeur was standing outside the black Jaguar XJ saloon. Only a thin leather collar indicated that he was owned property.

 

The Master strutted down the steps, quickly crossed the twenty-five feet of tarmac and sank into the air-conditioned luxury of the car. The slave quickly shut the door behind him, pressed a button to open the trunk, waited briefly for the Master's luggage to be loaded, and then gunned the car away from the jet.

 

They drove for twenty minutes through the beautiful countryside before pulling off the main road onto a private gravel drive. Half a mile from the road they paused briefly to allow the high gates to silently roll back and then drove for a further mile until they reached an enormous gothic mansion. The chauffeur exited the car and opened the door for Master Jason.

 

`Please, Sir, if you would be so kind as to follow me?' They walked up to the house. Master Jason grinned as he saw the huge wooden double doors. Two young, heavily muscled slaves, wearing nothing but a steel collar were short chained there, one by each door, their bodies lathered in sweat from the heat of the day. They both sported thick nipple and PA piercings, which were connected by a heavy looking chain in a T shape. Tribal tattoos accentuated their muscular arms.

 

As the Master and chauffeur approached, they both opened their respective door synchronously, their heads bowed as they passed through. As soon as they were inside the house, the doors were shut quickly behind them. A butler, blonde haired, ripped, and of course totally naked greeted Master Jason. Meanwhile, two dogslaves that had been sitting just behind the door quickly crawled over to the Master and began licking His leather boots clean.

 

`Master Jason, it is an honour to welcome you to the house of Senor Suarez. May I get you any refreshments?'

 

`Espresso, and mineral water.'

 

`Certainly, Sir. Please be so kind as to follow me, and it would be my honour to make you more comfortable'. The butler led Master Jason to an airy, tastefully decorated room with a huge sofa against one wall. A few pieces of dungeon furniture, such as a padded leather rim seat, and a selection of whips and canes displayed on one wall kept the Master's cock hard.

 

`Would Sir care to make a selection?' The butler picked up a leather-bound book from the glass coffee table next to the sofa and handed it to the Master. In it were 158 A4 pictures of the pleasure slaves that Senor Suarez owned. On the front cover of the book, inscribed in gold leaf, the words: "The only limit is your imagination".

 

Master Jason flicked through, His cock hardening further. "Number 23, 67, 89 and 109."

 

"Certainly, Sir. I will have them brought to you immediately. Senor Suarez will see you shortly." The butler left and returned 3 minutes later carrying Master Jason's coffee and water. The slaves he requested followed him. The butler placed the refreshment on the table, while the slaves knelt in front of Him, hands on the back of their necks just above their thick leather collars, knees wide apart, heads bowed and eyes lowered. Their numbers had been tattooed on the left side of their chests.

 

"23, foot stool!" Master Jason barked, and the slave got on all fours and crawled closer to Him so He could use it as a foot rest. Master Jason slowly sipped His delicious coffee in-between taking gulps of water. He flicked through the book of slaves more slowly and one, in particular, stood out. it was insanely ripped with smouldering green eyes. Many piercings adorned its body including a thick septum ring. A 2-inch mohawk finished its look off perfectly. He was definitely going to fuck number 100 before He left. Master Jason's dick throbbed. He got up, looped two fingers through the D-ring in 67's collar and roughly dragged it to the rim seat - shoving its head underneath. He pulled down His jeans and sat down on the comfortable seat. The slave, impeccably trained, waited for His command. "Rim!" I

 

Immediately Master Jason felt the wonderful sensation of a warm moist tongue gently flicking over His arsehole. "89, heel!" The slave rushed over. "Suck!" The slave began expertly licking and sucking His cockhead before beginning to deepthroat Him. "109 - select that leather paddle with the dull metal spikes and bring it to Me."

 

109 rushed over to the wall, grabbed the paddle and ran back to the Master, kneeling beside His right side and offered the implement to Him. "All fours. Let's redden that nice butt of yours." He grinned as He started laying into the slave. To its credit, it remained totally silent despite the pain. After 10 minutes of rimming, cock sucking and paddling 109s butt, Senor Suarez came in. Two hulking muscle slaves in leather hoods and thick leather collars and harnesses followed behind Him, always keeping one pace between themselves and their Master. Master Jason got up and shook His hand.

 

"Encantado, Senor."

 

"Encantado." Senor Suarez replied. "Thank you for coming."

 

"My pleasure, I assure you. I understand you have a request from me?"

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"Indeed. I've heard about your ranch in the States and your work in bioengineering bacteria such that slaves may permanently live on a shit-only diet. I, therefore, have a proposition for you." He clicked His fingers, and one of the hooded slaves handed Master Jason a piece of paper. He studied it carefully. On it was a blueprint for a very ambitious piece of furniture.

 

"Do you think it can be done?" Senor Suarez asked.

 

"Yes, I think it should be possible. You have a slave in mind, or should one be recruited?"

 

"I think a new one should be found. Preferably an All American jock type. Straight. A challenge for you to break."

 

"Very good. I assume money is not an object?"

 

"Indeed not. You may name your price, but being so rich has made me somewhat impatient. I appreciate it is a difficult piece to make, but I will give you no more than 12 months to deliver it.

 

"Excellent. I look forward to seeing you then."

 

 

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Zane walked out of the tattoo shop, clingfilm wrapped tightly around the new tribals he'd just got on his muscly left arm. He was a quarterback for his college football team, and he was most definitely smoking hot. Giuliana watched him from her car as he crossed the street and entered a bar - probably to help dull the pain from his new tats. She smiled, got out of the car and went in after him. She walked over and sat down next to him. This was going to be easy.

 

"Wow, what great arms you have," she said, gently stroking him with one finger. "Wanna buy a thirsty girl a drink?"

 

Predictably, Zane took Giuliana up on her offer to go back to her place. He thought he was going to get a quick fuck with a hot girl. Unfortunately, Giuliana was a honey trap employed by Master Jason. As she fixed another drink for him in her kitchen, she slipped in a powerful sedative. Zane woke up 12 hours later, naked, caged, collared, gagged and butt plugged. He started to scream. The pain from his virgin butt hole was enormous.

 

"EELLLLP!" he screamed into the pecker gag that had been locked on. "EEELPPP!" Master Jason left him to alone in the empty dungeon to tire himself out a little. The He went down to pay him a visit, naked, apart from His leather boots and black leather armbands tight around each bicep.

 

"Silence, you piece of shit!" He ordered. Zane, shocked, momentarily did as commanded. "You are my slave now. You will be broken completely until you have no limits whatsoever and then sold. Think on this. Your training will start tomorrow." He then began to piss all over His newly acquired slave. it started angrily screaming into its gag louder than ever, but Master Jason just laughed and then walked out of the dungeon, turning off the light to leave it in total darkness, wet and shivering, for the night. When He came back, it predictably started screaming again. When it realised that wasn't going to work, it started begging and when that didn't work, it of course began to cry.

 

"Pathetic," Master Jason booted its arse through the bars of the cage. "Your training begins today. There is only limited time before you must be sold. Therefore, you will learn very quickly that you either obey or suffer. The suffering will be great, even for the slightest mistake. Lesson 1 is that you are now worthless, subhuman and inferior to Me and every other Master and slave you will encounter during your training. You are inferior to objects, animals, even animal shit."

 

The slave started sobbing harder. Master Jason left in disgust. He returned 8 hours later with one of His dogslaves on a leash.

 

"You must be very thirsty after drooling for the last 20 hours from that pecker gag," Master Jason said to the caged slave. "If you are good, I will take off your gag and you may drink. Will you be good?"

 

The slave nodded furiously, eyes pleading. Master Jason opened the cage, clipped a leash onto the slave and dragged it out. it tried to stand up, but Master Jason kicked it hard in the balls, causing it to double over in pain. He placed one boot firmly on the back of its head, pressing it hard into the concrete floor of the dungeon.

 

"Worthless shit like you stays on all fours, like a dog, at all times. I will let this go, just this once, without punishment, but try and stand again, and you'll regret it. Now. I'm going to remove the gag so you can drink. If you scream or make any sound, it'll go back in. I will put you in that cage, and watch you die of dehydration. I might even stream it on the dark web, and have some sick cunts pay to watch. I'll have your body cremated and you'll just be one more missing person. A statistic. If you think I won't do that, just remember how easily I brought you here. I could do that a thousand times over, using different woman I pay a couple hundred bucks to each time. So, here we go."

 

Master Jason unlocked the padlock holding the gag in place and removed it from the slave's mouth. It made no sound. "Dogslave, piss!" Master Jason commanded. The animal slave cocked its leg and floods of piss erupted from its cock all over the dungeon floor. "You may now lick up the piss, slave."

 

"You fucking sick cunt! You can't treat me like this....." it was about to continue shouting when it felt an immense pain from its groin, much worse than before. Master Jason had booted it with all His strength in its balls again. The slave collapsed to the floor, breathing hard, groaning, needing to vomit but unable to.

 

"What a disappointment," He said, as he reinserted the pecker gag, locked it back on, and dragged the slave back into the cage. He led the dogslave out, leaving the caged slave alone in the dark again. He did not visit it for another 48 hours.

 

The slave was in a very bad way when He returned. It had pissed itself several times and had even tried drinking it, but the gag effectively prevented that. it hadn't drunk anything for nearly 72 hours, and it was sure it would die soon. it kept thinking about the pool of piss outside the cage. Kept thinking how much it wanted it, even it was from another guy. it nearly went mad. For the first 24 hours it had kept screaming to be let out, but after that it had stopped, wanting to conserve its energy. After 48 hours, it was sure the man was going to be true to his word and leave him there to die, and then it had started sobbing uncontrollably again. It was eternally relieved when the light was switched back on, and the man came back down and unlocked the cage and dragged him out by the collar. Master Jason looked down at the slave. its body was too weak to move. it tried to look up at Him, its eyes wide.

 

"Last chance to live. You may lick up the remaining piss, or you'll be returned to the cage. You will not make a sound, or you'll be returned to the cage. Understand?" The slave nodded, slowly. Master Jason removed the gag. The slave crawled to the pool of piss, now diminished somewhat due to evaporation. it stuck out its tongue and started to lick. The taste was foul but it was liquid, and it wanted to live. it sucked the disgusting piss off the floor until there was none left. Only then did it realise how hungry it was.

 

Master Jason went to a cupboard, took out a can of dog food, opened it, and dumped the brown stinking mush onto the floor in front of the slave. It came out in the shape of the can and stayed that way. The slave was returned to the cage, which had a circular hole in it when the two doors were locked shut so a slave's head could be trapped. Master Jason locked the slave with its head hanging out of the cage, and then hooded it and placed a piss gag and funnel on it. The hood had eye holes, so it could see the pile of dog food on the floor in front of it, just out of reach.

 

"You will be My urinal and the urinal of My slaves and slave trainers for the next 7 days. You will not eat until this sentence is up. For each drop you spill, a day will be added to your sentence". With that, He aimed His enormous cock at the funnel and started pissing into. The slave drank greedily, for it was still extremely dehydrated and semi-delirious. The week passed slowly for the slave. it drank many, many loads of piss. its disgust at being forced to do such a horrible thing gradually faded as its hunger grew. The smell of the dog food, which wafted into the cage continually and had once smelt foul, was now a great source of torment for the slave. it couldn't believe how much it wanted, needed, that food.

 

By the 5th day, it collapsed from its can shape into a heap, and one of the trainers trod on it and mashed it up with his big black leather boots. He told it how much one of the other dogslaves would enjoy licking it from the treads while he was pissing into the funnel. After he finished pissing he turned around and farted loudly directly into the funnel, forcing the slave to breathe in the smell. it gagged and retched.

 

On day 7, Master Jason returned, had a piss, and then removed the funnel and hood before opening the cage door. "Feed!" He commanded. "No hands!". The slave crawled weakly from its cage to the pile of remaining dog food and was so thankful to eat it didn't even notice the horrible taste. The pile of food was gone in a few seconds. "Good slave. Now back in the cage." What the slave didn't realise was that Master Jason had put a pill in the dog food. The pill contained special bacteria that had been genetically modified to live in the stomach and small intestines of humans, where they would break down cellulose and other components of shit humans normally can't digest, and turn them into a usable energy source, along with all the vitamins and minerals a human needs to survive. This meant any slave that had been fed the pill could live on a shit only diet indefinitely.

 

The slave's cage was filled with its own piss, and a small amount of its shit, but it didn't care. With its head permanently held in the steel O ring of the cage it had barely been able to sleep for the past week, so it curled up into a ball and fell asleep almost instantly. it must have been in a deep sleep indeed, for when it woke up it was chained to the dungeon floor, face down, by its arms and legs. What looked like a toilet seat on legs had been set up in front of it, and a leather collar dangled down from the ceiling by a thick chain, swinging gently a few inches from the floor. "Fuck, what now?" it thought.

 

It was left there on the cold concrete floor for two hours before Master Jason entered the dungeon, a dogslave crawling behind his left boot. He didn't speak, didn't look at the chained slave. He simply unbuttoned His leather trousers, pulled them down, sat on the toilet seat and proceeded - to the horror of the slave - to dump a massive, stinking shit onto the floor. He got up, turned around, and bent over slightly. "Clean," He commanded the dogslave, and it immediately went to His hole and began rimming Him spotless. Wisely, the chained slave didn't speak through all of this, just watched on in terror. Smiling, Master Jason turned His attention the slave, who was wincing at the stench coming from the pile of fresh shit just inches from its nose. He pointed His fingers at the dump and said the word the slave was dreading:

 

"EAT!" The slave started to cry. Master Jason kicked it hard in the ribs, screaming: "stop snivelling you worthless cunt and get that mess eaten NOW!"

 

"Please," the slave whispered quietly, winded from the kicking. It was the only word it got out. Master Jason went crazy, violently booting the slave over and over. Eventually, His boot connected with its head and it passed out. When it woke it found the collar dangling from the chain was locked around its neck. Its hands were manacled to the dungeon floor, 3 feet apart, in line with its head. Its legs had likewise been manacled at its ankles and just below the knee so that it was in an all fours position, its torso parallel to the floor. Its face was held a couple of inches above Master Jason's shit pile by the collar - just high enough so if it wanted to it could lick the shit with its tongue stretched fully out, but no more. The smell, however, easily flooded into its nostrils, making it retch. It stayed like that for what seemed like hours until finally, it heard footsteps.

 

Master Jason stood in front of it, although the slave could only see His leather boots which gleamed, cleaned to perfection by the tongue of another of His slaves. "For your disobedience, you will be sentenced to 10 days starvation." The slave whimpered but otherwise stayed silent. "At the end of this, you will be allowed the honour of eating My shit to nourish yourself. If you refuse, the punishment will repeat, again and again, until you either eat that shit pile or die." Master Jason turned and walked to the dungeon door. "Oh, and I've given permission to every one of my slaves and dogs that they can fuck you whenever they wish for the duration of your punishment."

 

He left, leaving the slave alone. It started to cry once more. Soon after the Master left, a recorded voice began blaring out from unseen speakers.

 

"You are worthless. You are nothing. You are lower than dog shit. You live only to serve and obey."

 

The message repeated on a loop over and over again. The slave, its hands bound, was powerless to stop listening to it. The dungeon was lit by a single bare bulb that hung from the ceiling. After 10 minutes it turned off leaving the slave alone in the dark, cold room. After 90 minutes one of Master Jason's dogslaves entered the dungeon. The light flicked on and it trotted over to the slave, started rimming its hole, and then mounted it.

 

"Please dude, don't do this," the slave begged. The dogslave growled angrily at it and then stuck its cock into it virgin hole. Without lube the pain was enormous. The slave screamed in agony, but it only made the dogslave's cock engorge further. It began humping the slave aggressively - it had been months since it was allowed to even cum and years since it had last fucked anyone and this slave's virgin arsehole felt wonderful. Eventually, it came, hard, its dick throbbing violently, injecting the slave with load after load of its hot jizz. The ultimate humiliation for the slave was to find it had gotten hard itself during the fucking from the dog's cock rubbing against it prostate.

 

The slave lost all track of time. As the day wore on it was fucked again and again by different slaves belonging to Master Jason. Its arsehole felt like it was on fire, while its stomach felt like it was about to implode from hunger. Its knees ached terribly from being forced to kneel on the hard concrete floor, whilst the collar bit into its neck, making it struggle for every breath. This continued day after day. The hunger came in waves, and with each cycle, the pain in its stomach grew stronger. After a while, the pain spread out until it whole body was crying out for food. It felt weak and faint. The pain from its arsehole was nothing in comparison. And all the while the voice kept endlessly repeating:

 

"You are worthless. You are nothing. You are lower than dog shit. You live only to serve and obey."

 

Every morning and every evening Master Jason would force a funnel gag into its mouth and feed it a little of His piss. Just enough so it wouldn't die of dehydration, but not enough to properly quench its thirst. Its tongue and throat constantly felt like sandpaper. By the fifth day, the slave tried to eat the shit under its face. It had dried out considerably and no longer smelled, but of course, it couldn't quite reach. It tongue managed to touch the surface and it tasted raw and bitter, but no matter how much it tried to force its head down so that the collar was cutting deeply into its windpipe, cutting off all its air, it couldn't bite into it.

 

By the 8th day, it was falling in and out of consciousness. It would come round for a while after being fed piss, only to faint again. Its stomach was just a hard lump, its hole a disgusting sloppy mess. Still, the speakers blared out the never-ending mantra:

 

"You are worthless. You are nothing. You are lower than dog shit. You live only to serve and obey."

 

Finally, the 10th day of its punishment came. Master Jason gave it a full bladder of piss and then unclipped the chain from the collar. He held its head above the shit and then ordered it to feed. Weakly it struggled to lower its head, and Master Jason released His grip on the collar. The slave started to eat. The dried out shit didn't really taste of anything. Just bland with a bitter aftertaste. It felt each hard chunk move down it throat and into its shrivelled stomach. It ate the whole thing and then started licking the stains from the floor, still starving. Master Jason obliged it by shitting out another enormous load of fresh shit. The slave started eating, but the Master grabbed its collar and pulled it away.

 

"Slaves must always wait for permission to start feeding!" He barked. "Now, FEED!" The pathetic slave started bitting into the fresh shit. It tasted far, far worse than the dried meal it had just eaten, but it was too hungry to care. Within a couple of minutes it was all eaten. Master Jason released its hands and legs from the manacles securing it to the dungeon floor and then pointed at the many loads of dried cum that covered the floor. Cum which had dripped out of its hole after each brutal fucking.

 

"Clean My floor, cunt!" And the slave did, licking and sucking up all the cum that had been up its own arse. The Master smile broadly. Eventually, it happened to all slaves when brought to the brink of death. They would do literally anything to survive. It had taken the best part of a month but finally, it was broken. The real training could now begin.

 

For the piece of furniture that Senor Suarez had ordered, the slave needed to have five basic functions drilled into it. These were: salivate, lick, rim, hold its mouth wide open and swallow upon command. However, instead of being ordered verbally, the slave would be ordered via an electric shock to one of the five digits on its hand. Teaching the slave to salivate was easy. It was simply starved again, and after a few days, delicious smells were wafted into the slave's cage. Its hands were tightly chained to the bar of the cage, and all the while a mild electric shock was applied to its thumb. The poor slave couldn't help but endlessly salivate as the smell of frying meat and freshly baked bread made its painfully empty stomach growl. This treatment went on for nearly a month. During that time it was never once allowed out of its small cage. At night its hands were unlocked from the bars of the cage, allowing some small comfort so it could sleep, for which it was eternally grateful. In reality, the Master cared nothing for its comfort, and this was done so it would be awake during the day so its mind conditioning would happen faster.

 

For 16 hours a day, slaves were ordered to cook near the cage using delicious smelling ingredients, and the Master took to eating His gourmet meals in full view of the starving slave - taunting it. All the while the electric pulses to its thumb continued. Of course, the slave never got to taste any of the food the slaves prepared - every 2 or 3 days the Master sat on top of the cage and took a large shit through the bars. The slave, grateful for any small amount of sustenance, wolfed it down, hardly thinking about its disgusting taste or its own degradation. it was just glad to have a warm `meal' inside it. On the few occasions it also needed to shit, this was also eaten.

 

After a month of conditioning, the slave was allowed out of the cage and ordered to sit doggy style in front of a large trough. One by one, 10 of the Master's slaves filed into the dungeon and proceeded to dump huge, firm pieces of shit into the trough. The slave had last eaten five days ago, and its stomach was a knot of pain.

 

"Feed!" the Master ordered, and the slave rushed to the trough, and started taking massive bites of the slaves' stinking waste and swallowing it down. It felt so good to finally feel its stomach start to expand after the tortuous days of starvation it had been made to endure. It continued to feed, its stomach looking bloated and distended by the time the last of the mess was licked up from the bottom of the trough. The Maser knelt in front of it and pressed a button on the electro box to send pulses of electric into the slave's thumb. He forced its mouth open and was pleased to see that despite the fact it was now obviously full, the slave produced large quantities of brown saliva almost immediately. It dribbled out of its mouth and pooled on the floor. The slave was ordered to clean the floor and then returned to its cage - stage one of its training complete.

 

For stage two of its training, the slave was removed from its cage. At first, it was happy to be let out, but when the Master lead it to a metal contraption it knew it was in for more torment. The device was a kind of stocks. It consisted of a central metal bar, with four more bars bolted to it at right angles - two near the middle and one near each end. Eight steel cuffs had been welded to the ends of the bars. At the front of the central bar, another short bar was welded pointing up to the ceiling and at the top was a steel collar. The purpose of the device was clear - its wrists, elbows, knees, and ankles would be locked into position, keeping it in an all fours position. Its head would then be secured into place with the vertical steel collar. It would be immobilised and its holes completely vulnerable once locked into the stocks.

 

It shivered with fear, thinking about what might be planned for it. The Master quickly locked it into place, grinning and getting hard as He did so. He couldn't resist fucking the slave's tight arsehole that was so nicely on display. The slave whimpered a little as its Master huge cock ploughed into it, but knew better than to cry out now. Once He had filled the slave's hole with cum, He pulled out and brought His cock round to be cleaned. The slave had had no opportunity to clean itself for nearly two months now, so His cock was covered in filth. Nevertheless, the slave slurped it clean. A few drops of cum dribbled out of the Master's cock as it deflated, and the slave relished the taste - it was the most delicious thing it had eaten in a long while.

 

The Master attached electrodes to its index finger and it soon felt the familiar electric pulses. The Master inspected its mouth, worried it might be salivating, but to His relief, it wasn't. It was left alone in the stocks for what seemed like several hours in the dark dungeon. Then the lights turned on, and one of the Master's alpha slaves came down the stairs, a dog slave straining at the leash he was holding. The alpha wore only 20 hole rangers, a leather jock, and a simple chain link collar, the padlock dangling against his massive chest. He went straight over to the helpless slave, unlaced his jock, pulled out his thick, meaty cock and began unleashed a torrent of strong piss into its mouth. The slave guzzled it down, glad to finally have a drink.

 

After his piss, the alpha led the dog to a spot a couple of feet in front of the immobilised slave. "Shit!" he ordered it. The slave marvelled at how quickly the dog slave obeyed, and how much training must have gone into it. Within one second of the `shit' commanded the dog slave assumed the squatting positing, butt hole poised six inches from the ground, and within 3 seconds a large, steaming pile of shit was deposited on the dungeon's concrete floor. The alpha grinned and issued his second order to the dog: "Sit!" The dogslave complied instantly, sitting doggy style in the mess it had just dumped on the floor. The alpha ordered the dog back up onto all fours and then tugged on its leash, forcing it to walk backward until its shitty arse was next to the slave's face. He turned on the electric box, and the slave felt the shocks pulsing up its index finger.

 

"Lick that butt clean, cunt!" the alpha ordered. Reluctantly the slave stuck out its tongue and began to slowly clean the mess from the dog slave's arse. "Faster bitch!" the alpha yelled, and the slave redoubled its efforts. Still not satisfied, the alpha grabbed a bull whip and started to thrash the immobilised slave. "I said faster, you worthless piece of shit!" he screamed, laying into it with all his strength. Red lines of blood soon criss crossed the slave's back. Tears rolled down its face, more from the humiliation of having to lick another man's butt clean of shit than the pain it was being put through. The alpha looked on, smirking. "Disgusting cunt. Must be a real fucking faggot to let this happen to it. Bark if it's a disgusting faggot!" The slave remained silent. "I said fucking BARK!" he screamed, and walked around to the back of the slave and booted it with all his strength in its exposed balls. The slave screamed in an agony. "Bark, scum hole, or there'll be nothing left of your balls once I'm through with them." The slave started barking in between licking the dog slave's butt, and the alpha roared with laughter. "Ha! Knew you're a worthless fag. Now lick its balls clean - they're all shitted up too!" he ordered. Afraid of getting another booting it complied immediately.

 

Once the dogslave's balls and arse had been thoroughly licked clean, the electric pulses to the slave's index finger were stopped and the alpha ordered the dog to consume the rest of its mess from the floor before it was led away. It was left alone in the dark for several more hours.