Fetish

Excerpt of
"Training Towser"

Jerry opened the next door and guided the animal in. His brain still reeling from the sight through the open door, Dennis did not at first notice that Jerry had dropped his leash and left the room, leaving Dennis alone with another man, a bruiser whose bulging muscles threatened to burst out of the leather covering him. Like Jerry, he was wearing boots and leather pants with a cod-piece, and a leather vest that did little to cover the pectoral slabs and thick pelt of chest and belly hair. he was not wearing a hood, unlike Jerry. "Come here, animal," growled the man, and Dennis crawled closer, his leash trailing.

"Head down and legs apart."

His head on the floor, Dennis could only see the boots as the man walked around him, inspecting the animal before him. The man knelt and ran his hands over the crouching figure, fingering the nipples and pulling firmly on the balls until Dennis whimpered. He cupped the trust up end and pressed against the tinny pucker, incongruously quoting Yeats: "Consider beauty a sufficient end." The animal, a grad student in comparative lit, was startled when he recognized the phrase and raised his head; this disobedience was rewarded by a sharp slap on the upraised end; the Master pushed his head sharply against the floor, flattening his nose.

The man leaned against the edge of the table, legs spread, the dog between them. "Now you listen to me an you listen good; if I have to repeat any of this, you'll wish I hadn't. Now look at me, dog. Just raise your fuckin' head; keep your paws on the floor." His right hand cupped his groin. "You are the dog Towser." he spoke with an English accent, his cold bass voice sending shivers up the spine of the crouching Towser. Their eyes locked and never wavered until the Master ordered the animal to look elsewhere. "Remember that: you are the dog Towser. Towser is your name. Your Master Jack has brought you here for discipline and training. If you reject the training, he will reject you. But you are not yet prepared to make that choice. You may be wondering why he brought you here; perhaps he will tell you one day. This is an obedience school; we train four-legged animals; in this place we train two-legged animals, like yourself. You are going to be trained to be a dog slave for your Master Jack. You will learn obedience, Towser, learn to obey instantly the moment you receive a command; you will learn to serve and to service. You will learn you are a worthless piece of dog shit, Towser, but we are going to make you into a dog slave. 'To enter in these bonds is to be free,' " he quoted Donne, and the slave's eyes widened as he recognized the poet. "If you disobey you will be punished, instantly, ruthlessly, painfully. Do you understand? Answer me!"

"Yes , Sir," whispered the new dog slave, "but I -"

The big hand concealed by the leather gauntlet swung and struck the slave's cheek, the noise cracking, and the Master's voice thundered: "You are a dog. A dog!. And dogs to not talk. Dogs bark! You will reply by barking, barking like a fuckin' dog because that is what you are now, a goddamn fuckin' dog. One bark for yes, two bark for no, though you will not have occasion to bark no. Now, do you understand? Answer me!"

The slave barked once. Jack, help me, he cried silently.

"You call that a bark of a dog? You sound like a stranded goldfish. Again!"

The slave barked louder'

"Now you sound like a Pekinese. You want to sound like that, like a puling bad-tempered lap dog? or like a real man dog? Speak!"

The dog barked a third time. Oh, God, listen to me!

"Well, that 's better. I don't want to waste my time on a lag dog: I get very angry with lap dogs; do you want to make me angry, Towser, dog?"

Oh, God, no, he didn't want to make this man angry. This time the bark was deep and firm and solid.

"Better. I shall enjoy training you, disciplining you, Towser. Remember: you are a dog here, dogs obey instantly or they are punished, dogs remain on all fours, dogs bark. Understand?"

A deep resonant bark. Oh, God, Jack! His dick throbbed.

"Now, tell me in words what you are."

Hesitantly, he spoke. "I am a - dog, Sir."

"Again. You sound uncertain."

More quickly: "I am a dog, Sir." But I'm not, I'm not, thought Dennis, I'm not! Jesus! Jack! His cock quivered.

"Shout!"

"I am a dog, Sir!" I'm not! Why am I saying this? I'm not!

"That's right," snarled the Master. Don't you forget it, or those lash marks will be joined by others. Put your head back down."

The self-proclaimed dog dropped back into a crouching position.

"I am your Master in this school. Kiss my boots."...