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With Whipped Topping
by Alex Streuth
Roger was in his second year at college when he met her. He didn't want to be an accountant, but it was a safe major.
They talked online. At first he did most of the talking and she
listened, and then as their relationship deepened, she did most of the
talking and he listened.
He told her what he wanted and she agreed to accommodate him, he would
be safe, all of the pressure society put on him as a man to succeed
would be lifted, he would be free to pursue his leisure activities
In exchange he would donate the majority of his time to serving and
servicing her, providing anything and everything she required of him.
“This is not a romantic relationship boy.” She had
taken to calling him boy after they had become comfortable with each
other. “Get it out of your head right now that we're
dating, we're not. I'm going to take care of you and you're going
to live with me, that's all. You can pretend if you want to but
I'm not going to fuck you so don't get that in your head either.”
He assured her that it was the farthest thing from his mind, that he
never thought about sex, that it offended him that she might think that
he might think about it...
She listened for a little bit and then told him to shush. She
didn't want him prattling on, she told him. It wasn't going to be
that kind of relationship either, she wasn't there to listen to
him. “I do the talking and you listen, you hear?”
He nodded. Specifically he typed /nod and on the screen it said 'useme_m nods.'
He sent her a picture and she grunted, he was 'okay' looking, she told
him. He had spent over half an hour fretting over his hair and
make-up in the bathroom. He wasn't trying to look like a girl,
but he wanted to be a pretty boy for her. The fact that she said
that he was only 'okay' made him feel bad. He bit his lower lip
His lease was up at the end of the month, and school was out for the
summer. He agreed to come stay with her for the summer, and if
things worked out, maybe drop out of school and live with her.
She agreed to let him visit, on the condition that he would not leave
before the summer was up 'Waste my money for nothing...' she said, and
that he would decide at the end of the summer whether to stay on
full-time or not.
He tried to work out the details but she was vague. “Will I
have a day off a week, or something?” He asked. She
told him that he would have off whenever he wasn't needed, but that if
she wanted to use him for two days straight without sleep he would
comply. That made him nervous, but he needed her, he needed the
attention and the approval of her, he wanted her to need him
too... and serving her was a way that he could be needed.
He hoped that she would like him when he came, the first thing he
wanted to do was tremble before her and kneel, and lay his head upon
She paid for his train ticket but she made him pack his own food since
there was no way to pay for his meals on the train without having to go
through a lot of hassle that would open her to unwanted exposure.
She paid for his train ticket with cash.
She told him that it would be wise for him to tell someone, his friends
or his family, where he was going, what he would be doing, when to
expect him back, but she told him that if she got a phone call from
anyone, if she so much as heard from anyone from his previous
life... He would be on a train back, and that would be that.
He cringed when she said that, and he thought about it. He wanted
to tell his friend what he would be doing, the one who might understand
what he was doing, but he decided to trust her. If he could trust
her then everything would be okay, and if he couldn't trust her then it
wouldn't work out.
He thought about what he was doing while he was on the train. He
got cold feet and thought about getting off several times, then he
thought about her, about what it would be like being with her. He
was sure that it wouldn't be quite as nice as he dreamed it would be,
nothing in real life can be quite as rosy in actual practice as it is
in fantasy... But he hoped that everything would be as wonderful
as it was in his imagination anyway...
He pictured her yelling at him, and he smiled, he needed her to touch
him... Even if those touches were slaps, even if she avoided his
groin area at all times...
He sighed. It wasn't entirely true what he had said about sex, he
thought about it rather a lot, and he didn't want to tell her this, but
he rather hoped that she would use him for oral sex—a lot.
He wanted to worship her, to make himself beholden to her, to show her
how badly he viewed her as his superior...
She knew all this of course, and he knew that she knew. She knew
his type. She knew that he was awkward around girls, mainly
because they intimidated him, and he wanted to be with an intimidating
woman. He wanted to be afraid, to feel small, because he was
ashamed of what he was, of being male, of what men in his society did
He wanted to be punished for all of the violence the men in the world
visited on women. And he needed it from a woman who thought of
men as a disgusting sheen of slime on the underside of her boot, to be
stomped on and scraped off while looking down on it with revulsion.
He came, softly, with his eyes closed, imagining her doing just
that. She knew him so well... The only thing he was worried
about was her taking pity on him or growing soft as they became
acquainted. The only thing he worried about was her not truly
believing what she said about female superiority. The only thing
that scared him was her wanting to treat him as an equal, of asking his
opinion, of valuing his input, of wanting to give him oral sex.
He shook his head, waking himself up. He was almost there, and he had psyched himself out.
Reality was going to be different than his imagination, and what he
needed was a woman who could dominate him with her physicality, shake
him out of his head space, keep him in the hear and now.
Accounting wasn't a very creative or glamorous career, but it was safe.
He arrived, stepping off the train, and he carried his bag with
him. It was small, it had just his important stuff with
him. It had his passport and driver's license, and his social
security card and his birth certificate and a prepaid phone card just
in case he needed it. It had everything he needed in it to start
a new life.
It also had everything someone else might need to destroy him, or steal
his identity. She hoped he could trust her, he had to. If
he didn't then his life was over, not because she might kill him but
because what he needed, everything that he had told her he wanted,
everything that she had promised him she could give, would evaporate.
He had to trust her.
She picked him up in her pick-up truck. She had him sit in the
passenger seat. She gave him the once over and then helped him up
into the cab. He didn't need the help but he didn't dare refuse
her when she offered her arm. She was tall and rugged, she had
muscle on her bicep, and she was sweating in the sun.
He looked down, embarrassed when his eyes trailed over her
breasts. She grunted and told him to keep looking at his feet as
he sat in the truck. She crossed in front of the hood and mounted
up into the driver's seat.
They drove. They went over bumps. Every once in awhile he'd
steal a glance up at their surroundings, until she saw him doing so and
scolded him. He apologized and she told him to be quiet. He
sat calmly with his hands in his lap, looking down at his feet.
He wanted to apologize again but he was quiet.
Eventually they stopped and she got out and came around and took his
bag and helped him down. She carried the bag in one hand and led
him beside her with the other. He thought she could fit his whole
waist in one curve of her arm. He thought if he slouched his head
would come to her belt buckle.
He was trembling all over with excitement.
She took him inside and shoved his bag off onto the couch. She
instructed him to strip and then to get onto all fours. He
obeyed, anxious to please her.
She took her jeans off and then her panties and sat down on the
couch. She turned the TV on and put a game on, watching it.
She slapped her naked thigh and waited.
He crawled over to her and was happy to discover that she was naked and
moist. She guided his head into her folds and clutched his hair
with her right hand. She made sure he had gotten started and had
at least some idea of how to service a woman before fumbling with the
armrest and digging out a beer.
“Harder,” she said, still staring at the TV. She
snapped the top and chugged it, swallowing noisily. She sat the
can down in a holder in the armrest of the couch and then breathed out,
a long breath, relaxing.
She had done it. He was here, she was safe, everything was
good. She gave him an affectionate pat on his head and then went
back to watching the game. In truth she was thinking about how
best to ask him the few questions she needed answers to, but first she
thought it would be best to acquaint him with his primary duties around
the house, starting with the most important one.
She felt his tongue licking her folds and tasting her salt. She
wondered if the taste bothered him, and if he had serviced many other
women in his time. She knew that eventually his arms and legs and
jaw would become tired and the fantasy would wear out and he'd grow a
little bored and then wonder whether he could stop.
As much as he might want to service her, as much as he was living the
dream, she needed to discipline him so that he would never resent her,
so that he would never stop thinking it the treat that it was.
And that meant neglecting him.
“Up,” she said, standing suddenly. She gripped his
hair as she said it, yanking him to his feet. He let out a yelp
and she smacked him, telling him “No noise,” firmly, and
then thrusting his head back down to the floor. He lay there,
catching his breath, and she put a foot on his head, holding it there,
putting her weight down on it slowly.
“Noise in my house is bad, no noise, man's mouth makes noise, no
noise from boys.” She emphasized her words by squishing his
skull slowly with her foot. He wanted her to stop, he wanted to
say he was sorry, he was angry at her, and he was scared.
He waited and the pressure relented. She walked into the next
room and slapped her thigh with her hand. He felt a little
light-headed as he got back to his knees. He looked up at her as
he crawled, trying to see whether she was happy with him now. Her
face was impassive, and she scolded him for looking up at her.
He crawled into the room the rest of the way with his head down.
She rushed him, tying a diaper securely onto him and his hands behind
him suddenly and with practiced rhythm. He cringed as she got to
her feet, hoping she wouldn't step on him again, and secretly wanting
She left him in the darkness, and closed the door.
He soiled himself several times before she returned. He was very thirsty.
“Are you ready to behave?” She asked.
He didn't know what he had done wrong, he had spoken, and he had not
kept his head down, that was it... It didn't seem like much but
he was sorry he had done it. He wasn't sure if he could talk or
not so he nodded his head. He had looked up at her as she had
entered, she was dressed again, this time in a nightgown that she had
obviously slept in. His penis became erect when he saw her, and
saw that he could see her panties through the slip in her gown.
The curvature of her breasts was heavenly and her feet connected with his head.
“Keep your eyes to yourself,” she said.
She closed the door and locked it again. He lay awake, chastising
himself for being so stupid. “I came all this way, did all
this to be with her and I can't even behave myself.” He
said. “I'm so stupid, I'm so stupid I'm so stupid I need to
shut up. Just stop talking, and keep your head down.”
He talked to himself for a little while and then soiled himself
again. After that it became easier because he hadn't had anything
to drink in over eighteen hours.
When he awoke again there was light. The door was opening.
He closed his eyes and huddled with his face down towards the
carpet. He kept his ears in a position to hear and waited for her
“That's better,” she said. “You may speak.”
“Oh I'm so sorry, I'm sorry I was bad I'm so sorry,” he blathered. She nodded, although he couldn't see it.
“That's enough.” She said. She neither
acknowledged his apology or accepted it verbally. She told him to
keep his eyes closed and he obeyed while she changed his diaper.
He was embarrassed when she touched his wee-wee. It made him feel
bad that she should have to have contact with it, he wanted to tell her
how sorry he was that she had to be this close to it. He mentally
imagined her having girlfriend after girlfriend and them all coming in
and sating her and being wild in bed and giggling whenever they noticed
him and talking about how stupid it was for men to have these little
She finished and sprinkled a little talcum to help prevent diaper
rash. She untied his arms and rubbed some lotion onto the wrists
before rebinding them, a little looser.
“I'm going to roll you onto your back, keep your eyes
closed.” He did so as she turned him over and positioned a
bucket next to his head. She soaped up a dish towel and squeezed
it out into the bucket, which had water in it. Then she gently
washed his face and hair with the towel. Afterwards she told him
to open his mouth and she squeezed the wash towel into his mouth.
He drank, even though the water tasted like dirty soap. He drank several mouthfuls before she departed.
When he made another movement into his diaper it felt squishier.
He didn't know how long he lay there in the dark but when she came
again he knew to keep his eyes closed.
She fed him this time, from a bottle. She held his head in one of
her strong hands and held the bottle with the other. His hands
were still tied so he was at her mercy. He didn't know what was
in the bottle but he suspected it was alcoholic, maybe beer. He
grimaced and spit it out when he got the first swallows.
“I don't drink alcohol,” he said. It was a religious thing.
She grew very angry. She was being so nice to him, this was his
reward for almost two days of good behavior and he was spitting it back
into her face. She wanted to bash his skull in, but that would
ruin him, plus... She didn't really want to hurt him. But
she was furious.
She threw the bottle across the room. She stomped on the ground,
he could feel it near his head, and he could feel how angry she
was. She took the beer bottle from which she had loaded the baby
bottle and smashed it into the wall. He could hear the glass
break. She tensed up, feeling the energy course through her,
feeling how angry she was, and she took several deep breaths.
Finally she upturned the bucket, spilling the soapy water on the
ground. All of this angry energy had come through her and needed
a way out. She had already expended some of it but she needed to
do something to him and she didn't want to hit him, not yet, not right
now. She felt it would be weak for her to act rashly.
“Since you rejected the nice gift I was giving you here is
something not so pleasant to keep you company and remind you of your
failing.” She sat down on the bucket, sliding her pants
down as she did so, so that her naked bum protruded over the edge.
It took her a little bit, since she wasn't in the bathroom, and this
wasn't the toilet, but eventually she forced her anger out into a dark
brown stain on the ground.
It splashed a little as it landed, and then started to mix with the puddle. The second dropping she left was drier.
“I want to go home,” he wailed, starting to cry.
“I don't like it here let me go...” He started to
wiggle in his bonds and try to escape. She took another length of
rope and bound his ankles to each other and then hogtied him. She
took a short length of rope and made him bite down on it, while he
struggled and kicked as best he could.
“You fucking ungrateful little piece of shit,” she said,
“I bet you never took responsibility for anything in your life,
you spoiled little selfish prick.” She tied it tightly
behind his head, effectively gagging him, and the look on his face
before she left was one of raw anger and hatred.
She closed the door, locking it. She'd have to go in and check on
him soon unless she risked walking into an ambush... She didn't
think he could escape that tie but he didn't have much else to do with
his time besides try to loosen it.
She quickly rummaged through his bag, which had sat, forgotten, since
his initial arrival. She called up a friend of hers at the DMV, a
woman who sympathized with her and who owed her. She called her
over. She had saved the life of this woman and her daughter when
they had almost gotten run over in the street. She had done it by
stepping on the gas and ramming into the side of a car driven by a
drunk driver, a man, who had not obeyed the four-way stop or seen them
“So that's it,” she said, explaining it. She was much
too mentally fatigued to try making anything up, and she figured at
worst she could just let the boy go and he wouldn't have much to say to
anyone, at least, not without embarrassing himself terribly.
Her friend thought about it for awhile. She didn't really want to
get involved, and had been horrified when her friend had told her about
what she'd done initially, but she figured “Who am I to
judge? We each have our own peculiarities...” and
besides, she owed the woman everything.
“Alright, well, I'll try to think of something, this might take a
day or two. Give me everything you've got, and I'll get back to
She breathed a sigh of relief, her friend was going to go along with
it. At first she thought she might report her to the police, but
she said “Heavens no! We're in this together, any problem
of yours is a problem of mine. I wouldn't be able to live with
myself if I thought there was something I could help you with that I
didn't. I would be haunted every night when I tuck my little girl
There was a scratching at the door, the one he was locked behind.
She breathed, once to herself to calm her nerves, and then again to
steel herself. She tensed, braced, and then opened the door hard
and suddenly, catching him on his feet with the door, causing him to
take several staggered steps back.
The little shit had somehow frayed the rope where she had tied his arms
and legs together. He was standing. The rope around his
legs was loose, still connected but giving him play. His arms
were still bound, although she couldn't be sure, maybe he was
She watched as he tried stepping over the rope, but the loose tie
around his feet prevented him from doing so. He hopped on one
foot a few times before giving up and putting his hands back behind him.
She circled, not wanting to give him access to the door but not wanting
to stand in the light either. The room was dark but his eyes
should have already adjusted.
He came at her, trying to headbutt her. She stepped out of the
way at the last moment and then kicked at his leg with her left foot,
trying to trip him. He recovered, clumsily, and adjusted,
breathing a little harder. He hadn't eaten since that food on the
train, and the only water he'd had had left him almost more dehydrated
than before he had drank it.
He was tired, fatigued, but he had adrenaline pumping through him.
She wasn't stupid, she knew all of these things, she had labored to
deprive him of food and water, of light and company, to leave him alone
in the dark until he had been broken. It didn't matter if he
wanted to serve her, she wouldn't have him until after she had reduced
him to a shell, until after she had destroyed his ego completely.
And this would not do. It had never been this hard before, but
then most of the boys she had played with had been from poorer
neighborhoods, and they had just been for the weekend. She paid
them, usually, not because they asked her for it but because she liked
seeing them struggle with their pride before accepting it.
All of which had prepared her for this. She had always secretly
longed for them to resist, to fight back, to resent the way in which
she treated them. This one had a lot of ego to lose, a lot of
pride before the fall. He might be ashamed of his feelings about
himself and his gender but he was damned if he was going to let her
subject him to such abuse.
“Stop now and submit to me and I will be lenient on you when I
punish you,” she said. She kept her voice firm and in
She waited and he charged again, feinting so that he could attempt to
rush past her through the door. She saw it coming and tripped
him, successfully this time, by aiming for the rope between his legs
rather than his leg itself.
He dropped face first, all of his forward momentum hitting him smack in
the head as he dropped like a clumsily hurled leaden airplane.
She did not hesitate in sitting on him, squishing him with her
weight. She forced his legs down and quelled his
struggling. She stared him straight in the eye and told him to
open his mouth. She made no other move to interact with him, just
held him there and told him to open his mouth.
He breathed, still, for several moments, before deciding to
capitulate. Everything seemed so much easier if he just did what
she said. He was actually quite sorry for resisting, its just
that the... the shit was too much. He shuttered to think
“I'm sorry,” he said, in a small voice.
“Did I tell you to speak boy?!” She asked him,
roughly. She wanted to hit him, but she thought it might distract
from the lesson at hand. “I said, open your mouth.”
He did so, weakly.
“Hold it open.” She sat on top of him, holding his
body still, keeping his legs and his head secure. He held his
mouth open, his eyes closed, and she breathed, steadily, relaxing,
letting him feel her weight on top of him.
She didn't speak for several moments, and he held his mouth open for
that long. But when he moved to swallow the spit that had
accumulated in the back of his throat, closing his mouth for a moment
to do so, she yelled at him.
“Hold it open!” She said.
He cringed and obeyed. A minute later he needed to swallow
again. He wondered if she was still watching his face, if he
could do it quickly. He held it for as long as he thought he
could before swallowing, closing his mouth for a second to do so.
“Stop closing your mouth, boy, hold it open.” He felt
tired, his jaw felt tired, and it was getting hard to breathe.
Her weight was crushing him, slowly.
“Please,” he said, and she scowled.
She stood up off of him and told him he could close his mouth.
She left everything else in the room exactly as it was and closed the
door, locking it behind her. She sat down on the couch, sweaty,
and tired, and turned the television on.
She turned it to a show about sports and turned it up really
loud. She got up and went into the kitchen, warming herself up a
Bertolli dinner in the microwave and uncanning a can of dog food for
She took the bowl of food back to the door and braced herself.
She looked at the doorframe, she had broken it when she had gone
through it before. It hadn't locked properly when she had locked
it earlier. It wasn't really locked now. She set the dog
food on the floor and stood with her back to the wall, to the side of
the door. She kicked at it, knocking it open.
The loud television drowned out any sound. She waited a moment,
and then looked in. He was curled up on the floor in the fetal
position, naked. He had taken his diaper off and laid it in one
corner. All of the mess she had left him earlier had been moved
into the bucket with the towel and moved into the corner as well.
He was curled up in the far corner, crying softly to himself.
She felt sorry for him, for a moment. She hardened up and picked
the bowl of food up off the floor. She marched across the room
and set it down in front of him.
“Eat,” she said, and then left, leaving the door
open. She returned to find him eating slowly from the bowl,
begrudgingly. He was hungry, but it was degrading, and, as she
approached, he told her, had little bits of bone in it.
“Its good for your teeth, eat,” she said, and sat a folding
chair down next to him, sitting in it and blowing on her
Bertolli. She ate her dinner while he ate his, and she let him
appreciate the hierarchy.
“That was a bad thing you did earlier,” she began, after
she had finished her meal. It was designed for two people but she
was a big woman with a big muscular frame.
“I know,” he sniffed, still trying to work his way through
the food. It tasted like beats and some sort of meat paste,
ground up and congealed. It was horrible, but he was doing his
best. The bones were really hard to get through, they were tiny
and he was afraid of choking on them.
“You attacked me,” she said. He broke down,
blubbering in response to what she had said. This was
unexpected. She thought she was going to have to try harder to
break him. Still, she pursued.
“Despite what you did I am willing to overlook it, I will not
forgive you and it will go on your permanent record, but I am willing
to overlook it if you will agree to a suitable rehabilitation.”
He sniffed, listening. He almost said “Go on,” but
realized how presumptuous it would sound. He wasn't stupid.
He said, “Anything,” in his best,
He hoped she would make him eat her out again. Well, maybe after
she let him clean his mouth and brush his teeth... and maybe take
a shower, or a nice hot bath...
“Finish your food and we'll talk more,” she said. His
thoughts turned again to the dark lump in front of him. He
wondered if he would be able to eat anymore. Despite his empty
stomach he felt that he could stop eating now.
He looked up but she had gone. She had left the chair.
He thought about running again, but where would he go? If he
could find her keys maybe he could drive to the train station.
But how would he buy a ticket? He could sneak on, the worst they
could do was make him get off at the next stop, right?
But he was in a foreign state, he didn't know anyone here. He
could call someone he knew... He didn't dare risk trying to use
her phone. He could run to a neighbor's... They were far
away, he knew, this whole area out here was so rural...
He was from an urban area, and he thought it was kind of backwards
living where she did, out on a ranch in the middle of flat land.
So he'd need to steal the truck and drive to a neighbor's. But
still, if he did that, what then. Supposing he did steal her
keys, and maybe a credit card, and, he reasoned, the stuff in his bag,
He worked the ropes the rest of the way off his wrists and got
up. He was naked. He snuck to the doorway and stuck his
head out, she was on the phone, he could hear her. He couldn't
make out what she was saying, the TV was still on really loud, but she
was definitely in the next room.
He crept a few steps out... Then froze. Standing there in
front of him was the biggest Rottweiler he had ever seen in his
life. It turned to him. It barked, baring its teeth.
He crouched back into the room just as she came up in front of him and
put a baby blocker in the doorway to 'his room.'
She was still on the phone, a cordless, and she ignored him and ignored
the fact that he was probably trying to escape. He was back in
the room now, and the baby blocker was preventing the dog was getting
in at him, but it was right up next to it, its head went overtop of it,
and it barked and barked at him until he crept back into the darkness
of the room and huddled in the corner.
He thought that it would back up and jump over the thing, that it would be upon him any moment.
“Good boy,” she said, stroking her dog's head and back as she listened on the phone.
She turned and peered in at him, watching him huddling naked in the
corner. “On all fours,” she said, addressing
him. He didn't appreciate what she was saying at first, wondering
if she was talking on the phone, then he saw her shake her hand at
him. She grew impatient with him and put her hand on the latch of
the baby blocker, threatening to lift it up out of the dog's way.
He quickly got onto all fours.
“Head down,” she said, and he did so.
“Lick,” she said. He didn't know what she meant so he
just licked the cold concrete. She nodded, pet her dog on the
head some more, listened on the phone, and said “Good boy.”
She didn't know if she was talking to the dog or to him.
“Okay,” she said, and it was all that he could make out as
she settled down onto the couch. The dog continued to growl at
him as he looked up, and then he made eye contact with it.
“Bark bark bark bark bark!” It said, he looked down again. After a few moments it stopped barking.
It watched him, until he stopped moving, and then it whined and curled up in front of the doorway and settled to rest.
“See you then,” she said, hanging up. Her friend had
done it. It was all ready, it had taken the work of a lawyer
friend of her's... A girlfriend to be precise, who had a favor
she called in with a male judge whom she was able to blackmail because
she had a sexual harassment brief all drawn up that she didn't file so
long as he was cooperative.
A half an hour later her friend was there with the lawyer, she had
brought her daughter along as well. “Sorry, couldn't get a
babysitter,” she said. She had told her daughter about her
friend and told her that she mustn't tell anyone or that she, her
mother, would have to go to prison, but that they were helping their
friend because she had saved their lives.
The girl, no older than fourteen, had agreed, tacitly, not to speak
about what she might see, although the secretive nature of the
conversation had her very curious.
The four of them stepped over the baby blocker, first the owner of the
house, and then the lawyer, who was dressed neatly and primly
professionally, she had just got back from the office after drawing the
papers up that her girlfriend had requested. The request had been
odd, but she had been promised a night of really great sex in exchange
and she was never one to pass up an opportunity to satisfy her darkest
fetishes. She had gotten an oral contract from her girlfriend
that she would agree to a night of 'no-limits' play, and she was a
lawyer so she intended to hold her to it.
Third over the barrier was the mother, who turned and helped her teenage daughter through.
“Is that him?” The lawyer asked. The owner nodded.
The mother whispered to her girlfriend, who in turn consulted the
papers and then turned to the child. “We'd like you to do
it.” She said, addressing the fourteen year old.
“Okay,” she said, “do what?” She looked up at her mommy.
“Go over to that doggy over there and get him to sign these
papers,” she said. “Ask him nicely and if he says no
tell us. If he says yes make sure he signs all four.
Afterwards you can do what you asked me about on the way over.”
The little girl's eyes lit up at the mention of the thing. She
was dressed in a summer frock, yellow and lilac, that covered her
budding breasts and she smoothed down over her legs. It showed
her knees and her stocking tops.
The boy in the corner wished very badly that he wasn't there, that he was anywhere else.
The girl approached and said, “Hello doggy.” She
thought it was silly to call a boy a doggy but her mum said that it was
a game and she thought that it was kind of fun, in a mean sort of
way. But she knew all about being mean, the girls at school were
mean to her, and Davey Jessey had been mean to her when he had taken
her out to the movies. He had told her they were going to see the
one she wanted but they went to the one he wanted instead and his
friends were there and instead of sitting alone his friends sat with
them and she spent most of the movie on her knees in front of them with
them laughing at her even though she cried and told them she'd tell her
This one didn't look nearly so tough. “Mommy wants me to
ask you to sign these papers.” She said. She held out
a pen and the four documents.
The boy looked up, the owner looked back at him with cold, hard
eyes. The lawyer with passionate disinterest, and the mother with
a bit of pride and hesitancy. He realized she was looking at her
“What do they say?” He asked.
“No talking,” the owner said.
“I'm advising you as a lawyer that you should read over anything
before signing it, and that you have the right to have a lawyer read
over it for you if you can afford one,” the lawyer said.
“Don't read them, just sign them,” the girl said. He glanced down at one.
“No reading,” the owner said.
“I'd do what she says,” the mother said, “if I were you I'd do what she says.”
He thought about grabbing the girl and holding her hostage, demanding
his freedom. But he didn't have a weapon and he wasn't very
strong. He was weak too. He wondered if there was anything
in that dog food. Probably not, maybe, but it was causing his
stomach to roil and that was enough.
He grabbed the pen, holding it unsteadily. He glanced again at the papers.
“Don't read it silly, just sign it like a good
doggy.” The little girl looked so sweet, and yet so
cruel. She smiled, and he saw in her a hatred without a
name. It hadn't evinced yet, but it was there, it was looking at
him and had accepted that he was less than a man.
It spoke of a hurt that would not be healed, that bruised and blistered
without relief. She needed him to obey her, even if it was
something that had only entered her head just now, or maybe, it had
only spoken up as she approached him.
“Sign it doggy,” she said, “and then I'll give you a
kiss, wouldn't you like that?” He cringed, still holding
the pen feebly.
The first page said something about changing name, legal request,
something something. She smacked him. “Mommy
said no reading,” she said, and the fact that she had slapped
him, more than the force of the slap itself, was what shocked him.
He realized that there was no escape for him.
“Please,” he said, appealing suddenly to the child in front of him, vainly, he knew, but out of desperation.
“No talking,” the owner said.
“Please don't upset my baby girl,” the mother said, “I don't like it when men hurt my baby.”
“If you sign the document it will be legally binding and act as a
contract for the duration stipulated between the two parties
listed. It will go into effect once it has been vouchsafed by the
local governing authority and verified by two witnesses.”
“I'll witness,” the mother said.
“Mmhmm,” the owner grunted.
The girl in front of him, the fourteen year-old, the one with the
sickeningly sweet smile, laughed. The light had filtered in as
the women at the door adjusted slightly.
“Is that it?” She asked, going slightly mad. It
was the same thing that the boys in the theater had attacked her
with. Her eye twitched, involuntarily. “Is that the
thing, is that it?” She was speaking to no one in
particular, but the voice which she was using was scaring him.
He quickly signed the first paper, changing his name, he knew. He
scanned the second, but the closeness of the girl seemed more a menace
than a comfort now, as she radiated a strange aura that hadn't been
He quickly signed it, knowing that it was something along the lines of legal slavery.
The third said something about medical, it hurt to sign it, but he did, quickly, and hurried to the last.
He didn't even read the fourth, just signed in the same spot and gave the documents back to the girl.
“Please, please, I did what you wanted, now go, please, please
go.” He begged her. He was scared of her. She
was almost six years younger than him, scarcely in high school, and he
was deathly afraid.
He was also scared of the women at the door, but the girl in front of
him wasn't bound by the same teachings as they. At least his
owner wouldn't hurt him, she wouldn't harm him, he knew. And the
lawyer, well, maybe she would, but she wasn't scary, not really.
The mother, maybe if he tried to hurt her child, she would defend her,
but the girl. He could see that something was not right with
her. He could see that someone had done something to her, and
that she needed to let it out, she needed to be in therapy maybe, but
it was too personal.
And she scared him.
She walked the documents back over to her mother who pet her on the
head and told her she had done “Very well,” in response to
the question of whether she had done well.
The lawyer reviewed them, matching the signatures to the one on the
documents he had supplied her with unwittingly. He blanched when
he saw her with them, although it wasn't unexpected.
“Sign here, and witness here,” the lawyer said, gathering the required signatures from the two women.
He heard her shoes walking back over to him, he was looking down at the
concrete and she approached. He was trembling slightly.
“Hello again doggy,” she said. He looked up.
She had turned around so that her backside was to him. “You
were very good signing those papers, Mommy said you were good, so I'm
going to reward you with a kiss.”
He managed a smile, in spite of the circumstances. It wasn't hard
to figure out what came next, and it fit, perversely enough. He
almost welcomed it, because he knew that, hurt as she was, and hateful
as she was, even if it was a young hate that hadn't yet coalesced, it
was also the first gentle contact he had had since he had gotten here.
He almost thanked her as she bent over and puckered up her
rosebud. He did give her a proper kiss for her efforts though,
watching as she gripped her ankles and rubbed and clenched against his
“Ewwwww,” she said, as she climbed off him and ran back
over to her mother. “Mommy he put his tongue in
“Did he now?” Her mother asked, bemused.
“Well, I have just the thing.” She took a handi-wipe
out of her purse and gave it to her daughter, who looked back rudely at
the boy and wiped her bottom.
“Good idea,” the owner said, “that mouth's pretty filthy.”
They left in reverse order of the way they had come in, the lawyer
having a slightly harder time as she was still reading over the papers
and not watching the gate.
“Stay,” his owner said, and he did.
The next day he found out what he had signed, it was already processed so it didn't hurt for him to see copies.
“Your name has been legally changed,” she said.
“I won't show you that one, suffice to say that its a name that
you won't ever know, so don't bother trying to reclaim your identity,
you don't have one.” He winced as she spoke.
“My work, as you may have guessed from our conversations online,
has always been from the home. I take care of children...
At least, that's what it says on paper. Its a bit of a scam that
I've got going, but its harmless. That woman you saw earlier
helps children who need better families find them, their real parents
are abusive, their homes are unsafe... So this is a place for
them to be safe, at least until they're placed with long-term foster
He listened, wondering what this had to do with the documents he had signed.
“They don't actually stay here, but I collect the short-term
benefits they are supposed to be given to pay for their
upkeep.” He nodded. “So I don't work, and I
have all day to look after you.”
He still didn't understand. She waited a moment before saying it.
“I adopted you,” she said.
“Oh,” he said. She slapped him, gently, she didn't want to interrupt herself.
“No talking,” she said softly, then went back to her
monologue. “You and I know you're twenty but the birth
certificate you gave us was easy to alter. It took a bit of work
but we know the system, and making one small change in the middle of a
larger court-ordered one...”
“The name change,” he said, understanding...
She slapped him again, softly again, but quicker. He was quiet.
“So on paper you're two.”
“No, I don't believe that.” She clocked him.
This was the first time she had really hit him, and it hurt. He
rubbed his jaw. Then he looked at her. He wanted to say he
“Never say that, if I hear that word from you again it will really hurt.”
“What word?” He asked, in his smallest voice.
He flinched when she raised her hand, and it was enough, she didn't
“Are you two?” She asked him.
He frowned, “No,” he said, “I'm--” but she
decked him again. He lay on his back this time, clutching his
face. After a few moments he started to cry.
She had everything she needed in place, he had already started to
accept what she was telling him, and he had broken at some point, she
What's more, she had a fierce need to use him, so she decided it was
time for that 'random moment of kindness' that brainwashing technicians
are so keen on.
“Oh, I'm sorry baby, are you okay?” She said, in her
best patronizing tone. As she spoke she hefted herself into a
squat so that her thighs were hovering over his shoulders. He
looked up at her where her thighs met, and nodded.
“Does baby baby want to kiss and make it all better?”
She asked. She had made damned sure to clean him up and
especially to wash out his mouth after her friends had departed
yesterday. She had fed him a chicken broth as a reward for
signing and then let him recuperate.
He nodded again, suddenly intoxicated by her nearness. She leaned
in, reaching down and loosening a flap in her pants. Tugging, it
fell away to reveal her crotch beneath. She wasn't wearing any
Face met flesh as she sat down into him, nursing his hurt jaw with her special medicine.
“There there, its okay, mommy's here baby.”
He felt so good being there, so safe, comforted. It was as though
all the abuse of the previous few days hadn't happened at all. It
took her gripping his hair to remind him.
He tensed, suddenly afraid, but no rough fucking, no slamming, no
punching occurred. She began to grind into him, riding is face.
“This is called queening,” she said, “and it has
existed for thousands of years.” She wasn't sure exactly
if it was thousands or hundreds but thousands sounded better.
He nodded, as best he could. “Kings who had power in public
were made to lie down while their queens sat on top of
them.” She continued to grind into his face, relishing the
feel, the power.
She was a strong woman, and heavy, and it wasn't long before he was
suffocating. His struggles made it all the more delicious.
She was approaching orgasm and wasn't stopping. But she didn't
want to cum, not just yet, not just now, it was about power, and
control, and she didn't want to lose it.
She sat up, slowly, and as he did she felt how sticky his face was
beneath her folds. She reattached the flap on her pants and sat
up into a squat, then stood on her tall legs. She looked down at
him and smiled, “There, wasn't that nice?” She asked.
“Thank you,” he said, gulping air, “for that very nice kiss.”
She decided not to punish him for that outburst.
“When you are obedient it puts me in a nice mood,” she
said. “When you disobey it makes me angry...”
She paused, putting her booted foot over his face, letting it hang
there, “And I don't like being angry.”
She stamped down full force, breaking his nose.
“Ow, fucking hell, oh my god that hurt, you bitch that, you broke
my fucking nose, oh my god, oh my god, ow, that's, ahhh,” he
twitched under her boot and bled, yelling out the side of his mouth
beneath her assault.
She raised her foot again and said, quietly, “Shhhh.”
He saw it, he saw it, he stopped talking. He closed his eyes and flinched, hoping it wouldn't come down.
“Baby makes too much noise it makes Mommy angry.” He
breathed, still hurting, his nose was in pain, it was throbbing, and it
was bleeding, and he knew it was broken.
He tensed, half freaking out, but it was only the cuff of her jeans, they lightly touched the side of his face.
“Have you been a bad boy?” She asked.
He didn't know what the answer was, but he hoped he knew it.
“Y-yes,” he said, through clenched teeth. He ran his
tongue over them, making sure they were all there. Then, as
quietly as he could, and quickly, he begged, “Please you got to
take me to the hospital, my nose's broken, you got to, please you got
“Have.” She corrected him.
“What?” He said, and she kicked the side of his face,
not hard, but enough to remind him that he wasn't supposed to
talk. He was very quiet, and very scared.
“Its have, have to, you have to take me to the hospital, not got
to.” She narrowed her eyes. “But yes, I suppose
medical treatment is necessary.”
“Thank you,” he breathed, and she promptly stomped on his
face again, aiming better now that his nose was crushed, knocking out
most of his teeth. He passed out.
When he awoke he felt funny and lightheaded. At first he wondered if he was dead, and giggled slightly.
“He's awake.” He heard a hissing. The hissing
was louder than the voice, the voice sounded like it was at the other
end of reality.
I wonder what my epithaph would read? He wondered, “Here
lies a man who was killed by a woman, what a wimp!” Then he
felt bad, and realized that he deserved it, he deserved to be hit by
her, after all the things that men did to women...
He was crying, and laughing. The nitrous caused that combination.
“Are you finished yet?” One of them asked. The
dentist looked up, then back down at her patient, then back down again.
“Look,” she said, “I mainly just clean teeth, the
dentist usually takes them out, I'm just the hygienist.” Sh
“You're either done or you're not,” the first woman was
saying, it was his owner he decided. He decided he loved
her. He smiled, giggling again, he wanted to laugh.
“-enal -nist,” he said, slurring his words. He laughed at what he had said. Everything felt so pleasant.
“Yeah I'm done, okay, I'm done, you're sure my college loans will be paid off?” She asked.
“Don't worry,” her owner was saying, “your debt is
gone, I've taken care of it personally, its gone, no worries,
“Okay, so just, regular check-ups right? Nothing big like
this, just regular check-ups... and cleanings.” She
added, seeing the way the woman was looking at her.
“Right, every six months and your loan payments will be taken care of, pre-paid, every six months.”
The pretty young girl nodded, pulling the mask off of her face.
He wanted her. He imagined, perversely, sticking his thing into
her mouth, it was so pretty. Her teeth were so white and
clean. But she'd probably bite it off... He made a face,
her teeth would get in the way, her teeth...
He was coming out of it, the nitrous was still going strong but the
mask had slipped off and he was breathing in the room's air some.
He ran his tongue over his teeth making sure they were still there.
She had said something, someone had said something, and, they were all
there, okay, good, they were nice and smooth with just some gums
and... He looked at the cup the woman was holding. There
were his teeth.
She handed them to his owner, who pocketed them and looked down at him.
“Well?” She asked. “What are you looking at?”
He was almost fully lucid now. His teeth, what the fuck had the
bitch done to his teeth. He smiled wanly at her. He lowered
his eyes, to look down the table at his feet.
“Smile,” the hygienist, said, and then added,
“sorry.” He sighed, looking up at her camera.
He smiled, showing his wide gaping toothless mouth. A flash went
off and she shook the camera. She handed the Polaroid to the
“Let's get you out of here,” his owner said, wrapping her
strong arms around him. His body still felt funny, and he didn't
want to walk unsupported.
Thankfully she held him and helped him walk as he made his way out of
the dentist's office. It was dark outside when they got
there. They walked to her truck, which was the only car in the
He thought briefly about running but instead lumbered up as he was
urged until his owner had him lying down across the passenger seat
slightly into the middle of the cab. She closed the door and went
She climbed up and had him curl up until there was room for her wide
body to fit on the seats as well. Then she lay a blanket over him
so that he was hidden from view and started the truck.
It was hot, but she turned the A/C on and after a little while he snuggled up against her butt and went to sleep.
When he awoke there was a knock at the door. The doorbell had
woken him up. It was the middle of the night. Crickets were
chirping. A person came through the door and then someone was
saying “Oh its so good to see you,” and then a door slammed
and a little later another person came through the door only this one
was a man because his voice was deeper and then he sat up and looked
He was in his room, it was quiet, and dark. His water bowl
had a little water left in it. It had been full when he had gone
to sleep but the Rottweiler must have had his fill earlier.
Lurching, he helped himself to his knees, using his arms to pull
himself up. He had broken his foot the day before, falling down
The nurse who had examined him, who, coincidentally, had huge
legal fees which were going to get taken care of, “Don't worry
about it, I know your lawyer, friend of mine, I'll tell her you did me
a favor, she'll do you a favor, forget about it.” The nurse
had agreed that the leg was in danger of gangreen and needed to be
She had drawn a line just above the foot, cringing slightly and saying
“Sorry,” as she did it. The she had re-drawn it just
below the knee when his owner had pointed. She sprayed his knee
and the area below it with cold spray, leaning in as she did it, saying
“Its just that my credit is perfect,” she injected a
numbing agent into the area, “and if I default on my lawyer's
bills I'll never qualify for a mortgage, and Stanley and I are trying
so hard to have kids right now and well, I mean, you want us to have
kids don't you?”
He nodded, grimacing, a tear in his eye. “I'm sorry,”
he said. And when he said it she thought about the time in high
school when her boyfriend had driven her out to the point and then
forced himself on her and then laughed about it the next day at school
and told everyone what a slut she was and how every day for the next
two weeks she had dates lined up with other boys who expected her to go
all the way and how three of them had done the same thing that her
She had finished amputating when the image was done playing out in her
mind. He had passed out. The local anesthetic hadn't quite
taken effect before she had begun.
“I'm sorry,” she said, apologizing to his owner.
“This was the same thing that I was sued over the first
time.” She made a little polite smile, “My
bad,” she said.
He licked from the bowl, listening intently to the activity in the main
room. The house was laid out in a large sprawling one-floor ranch
style. That meant that there were no stairs.
He saw a dog hair in his water but ignored it, trying instead to drink
from the sides, watching as the motion of his drinking caused the hair
to float towards him.
He heard steps coming towards him but he didn't look up. If he
looked up he might be hit for looking, so he just listened.
Someone reached down and attached a leash to his collar. He
didn't recognize the sound of the footsteps. He looked to the
side, without turning his head, as he was lead out into the living room.
The stockings were definitely something he didn't recognize, nor the
shoes. He saw the man sitting comfortably on the sofa, and then
he looked down, not wanting to be caught looking.
He was brought up in front of the man's shoes and the leash was tugged
until his mouth moved up into the man's lap. “Here,”
his owner said, leaning over. “Use this.”
The man nodded, leaning forward and pulling his mouth open. He
let him open it, and then accepted the toss of mouthwash. He
gargled it, obediently, and then swallowed. The man unzipped his
pants and let his huge snake out.
“I'm not gay,” the man said, not to him but to the women
nearby. “I just, I want to feel what its like, and, well,
my wife and I both agree that its demeaning to make her do it,
so... I don't know.”
His owner nodded, saying “It makes much more sense this
way. You wouldn't want to demean your wife, whom you love,”
she paused, as though daring him to challenge her statement. He
didn't say anything, and in fact only barely caught the
inference. He was focused on the hot wet mouth in front of him.
“Can you, um...” He said, not sure how to ask.
“I was told we could put a wig and some lipstick on?”
The owner of the house smiled. She reached down to a bag and took
some lipstick out.
“Here you go, this is what I keep in my handbag. And as you
can see, I don't use it.” She smiled, her naturally
beautiful lips completely untouched by cosmetic. Her face as a
whole was rugged and homely, not beautiful in the modeling sense, but
honest. Her pride prevented her from using any cosmetic.
Besides that she considered it too 'girlie.'
“I think he likes it,” the wife said. Her husband nodded, finishing putting the lipstick on.
“I'm afraid I don't have a wig for him,” the owner said.
“Here honey, I brought one for you,” his wife handed him one that turned him on... when he wore it.
He swallowed, catching the symbolism. Oh well, he didn't think about it too much, he was too hard.
He watched as she put the wig on the boy's head and then settled down
into the mouth. He tugged on the reigns until the boy's head was
just next to his cock and then snapped the leash to his belt.
Now as he let go the boy's head was stuck inches from his groin.
The mouth was open and wet, and he knew better than to resist, but it
wasn't exactly willing.
“Come here you cunt,” he said, gripping the back of the
boy's head and forcing his cock into it, he ratcheted the slack until
his cock was mated to the boy's mouth.
“Suck it, you tease,” he said, and his wife laughed, and the owner smiled.
The two women watched as the men degraded themselves, the boy in the
act of forced fellatio, and the older man in the act of public
exposure. He wasn't uncomfortable, it felt safe here, he was
paying, but it was a little embarrassing to be doing it with a boy.
It was only as he was cumming, as his cock was twitching, as his face
tightened up and he was fully in the throes of it, that his wife said,
“He's sixteen.” The owner snapped a picture and gave
it to the wife, making sure that the angle showed that it was male-male
sex but not who the boy was, not explicitly. There was a nice
shot of the man's O face though.
It was actually his wife who was paying for it. He followed
sheepishly out to the car. “Now there's no need for this to
ever get out Howard,” she was saying, “I just want a few
rules around the house.”
The owner closed the door behind the happy couple.
“You did very well,” she said to her boy. She sat
down, nursing a cup of coffee. She counted the money she had been
paid. She looked down at her boy, whose mouth was closed and who
was looking very small.
“Swallow it,” she said, realizing why he was sitting
there. He was hoping she wouldn't notice, would overlook the fact
that it was still in his mouth.
He hated the taste, and hated even more that he had to swallow it.
He looked up at her, suddenly, after he'd swallowed, and met her eyes. “Why?” He asked her.
“Why?” She replied, as though surprised that he
didn't know. “Why?” She didn't get angry, just
smiled sweetly. “Because men do it to women all the
He tried to connect with her, “So you...” He began.
“Oh heavens no,” she said, “I'm always on top.
You're just a little bitch and I like seeing you take it.”
He cried a little, not a lot, and nodded, leaning in to nuzzle her
leg. She stood up and grabbed his leash, leading him back to his
“Stay,” she said.
She went back out and finished her coffee, doing the crossword before going to sleep.
When she awoke she let the dog out and then checked on him. He
was awake, and a little cold, curled up in the corner. She
checked his water and it was low so she picked the bowl up and rinsed
it then filled it from the tap.
“We've got an appointment with the Vet today,” she told him. “Get up and get dressed.”
She laid his things out for the day, gender neutral short pants and a
collared T. She watched as he crawled on hands and knees to the
bathroom. She admired the way his amputated leg looked and
wondered how she could arrange to have the other one done.
She started the shower, locking the door once he was inside the
bathroom. She lathered up and washed her body. She looked
out as he used the bidet to wash his face. Afterwards she wiped
his behind and then gave him mouthwash.
Dressed, they went out to the truck. She helped him in.
They arrived at the vet and went in the back. Once they were
inside she led him down a corridor past cages of animal, some puppies,
some older, some cats.
She forced him into an operating room and strapped him to the table. It was too small for him.
“No,” he said, and she hit him.
“There's that word again,” she said.
He was smart, she'd give him that. She looked at him for a few moments, saw the fear, saw the anxiety.
“I'm going to take care of you,” she said, “there's no need to be afraid.”
The doctor came in, a woman, and she looked at him sheepishly. His owner handed her a large wad of bills and then nodded.
There was a knock at the door and the doctor jumped. The owner
said, “Its okay, they're here to watch,” and opened the
In walked the lawyer and the mother and her daughter.
He was freaking out, struggling with the straps.
“I'm going to give him a sedative,” the doctor said. The owner nodded.
“Are they going to cut it all the way off Mommy?” The daughter asked.
Her mother looked embarrassed when she realized he had heard her daughter, and bent down so they could whisper in private.
His owner walked over and held his head, telling him to look up.
“Look at me, watch me,” she said. She stared down
into his eyes. “Its okay,” she said, “its okay,
this is going to happen, this is right to happen.”
He nodded, afraid.
“Will you still love me?” He asked, in a small voice.
“I won't think any less of you than I do now,” she replied, neutrally.
The lawyer smiled at that response.
“I'm numbing the area now,” the doctor said. His
owner reached down and fumbled with her shoe. A moment later she
presented her dirty sock to the boy.
He opened his toothless mouth and she stuck it in, holding it, forcing
it in until he couldn't spit it back out. She let it soak in his
saliva, and then gently took her hand off.
“Is this going to be a partial or a full penectomy?”
The doctor asked. His owner looked off to the side, towards the
door. He tried to raise his head to look but she held it steady.
“Look at me,” she said, softly. He obeyed.
“Full,” a young voice said. He realized it was the daughter.
“Testing,” the doctor said, and poked him in the base of
his shaft. “Do you feel that, or is it only
pressure?” She asked.
“Blink once if its only pressure, more than once if its pain,” his owner said. He blinked a lot.
“Its only pressure, its okay doc,” she said. The doc
nodded. It had been only pressure, but he hadn't wanted it to
happen, he wanted to stall.
She poked his scrotum, “This too?” She asked.
“Oh yes,” the little girl said.
The doc looked at her, then she looked at the mom. “$1500 more and she can do the cutting,” she said.
The lawyer paid. The doctor guided the girl's hands, showing her
where to make the first cut, how the soft tissue would yield.
She applied a tourniquet and gave the area a shot to stop the
bleeding. Unfortunately the tourniquet caused the penis to start
to become erect.
“Now girl do it now before it gets too big!”
The girl didn't know what was happening but the thing was starting to
pulse as though waking up. She had read about dragons in literary
class and she imagined she was one of the knights of old slaying the
dragon, chopping off its head.
“Very good,” the doctor said, catching the semi-erect
detritus in the metal basin and holding it to the side.
“Now here,” she said, and the girl cut. One by one
the testicles came loose, and then the sack was gently cut free of the
The whole affair was rather bloody but the doctor sponged the area and sprayed it with an antiseptic.
“You're doing very good,” the doctor said, holding the
girls hands steady. “You just need to do one more cut so it
won't grow back.” She smiled, and it was kind of a smirk.
The girl nodded, holding the medical scissors fearfully. She
looked at the flaps of loose skin that she had already cut away, and at
how the bloody smooth skin underneath was rippling with soft
musculature. She saw the spot the doctor meant, it was a gently
dangling short cord that was all the remained of the start of the Vans
Deferens at the base of the glans.
She snipped it and then the doctor deftly sutured the area. It
was all over a few minutes later. There would be a small opening
through which he could still pee, but his penis and balls had given way
to, once healed, a smooth mound with a gentle slope and soft pout.
The doctor applied a dressing and then asked the girl if she would like to keep the waste as a souvenir.
“Yes please,” she said, and watched as the doctor sutured
the detached genitalia into a facsimile of its previous shape and
The doctor approached his owner and told her how the thing could be
preserved. She nodded. “Hold your hands out,”
she said. He was crying but he did so, he was still looking up at
“You're going to be handed something, and then something else, I
want you to rub them together,” she said. He nodded,
slowly, with a good deal of anguish on his face.
“This is from one of the animals,” the doctor said.
She brought up a barrel of dried dog dung and put it into one of the
boy's hands. Then she handed him the skin to be bated.
“Rub them together, make sure to get it nice and supple,”
his owner said. He nodded, tears coming from his eyes. He
felt the things in his hands as he rubbed them together, but tried not
to think about it.
“Keep doing it,” she said, and he continued to do it.
“If you'll excuse me,” the doctor said, heading for the
door, “I have other patients, do that for a good twenty minutes
or so then put it in that bucket over there, let it soak. I'll
take care of the rest, you can come back and get it in a few
The girl nodded and let her past. Her mother smiled down at her, “You were very good honey,” she said.
The lawyer rubbed up against her lover, moving in to give her a
passionate kiss. The activity in the room had her feeling very
“Honey,” her mother said, after untwisting her mouth from
her lover's. “Honey why don't you stay and play with
him,” she looked at the owner, who nodded.
“But I want to stay with you mommy,” she said, “I don't want to play with a boy.” She humphed.
“Well mommy needs some me time and its better for you to get to
know boys your age, its good for socializing.” She let the
lawyer lean in for another embrace.
“Well I don't want to but okay,” the girl walked over to
the boy on the table and inspected the bare spot where his penis had
He was still rubbing his detached genitalia with the dung to release
the tannins into it. When he was done it would go into the bucket
where it would soak and eventually become tanned hide.
The mother and the lawyer left, and the owner waited patiently until
the amount of time needed had passed. During that time the girl
had poked about around his groin, he didn't feel it. The owner
told her not to poke too hard since it needed to heal, but that she
could learn about boys a lot by inspecting down there.
Later, after the penis was put into the bucket, they left.
The girl rode in the passenger seat on top of the boy, who was curled
up and twitching a bit as the numbness began to slowly wear off.
Back at the house the girl wanted to play with the boy but he was too sore to play properly.
“Let's let him rest,” his owner said, “we can watch TV.”
They settled in and watched a show. An hour later the dog came in
and the owner set some food out for it. The girl watched in
surprise as the boy limped into the room and crawled on all fours over
to the food tray and ate after the dog was done.
“That's cool,” she said. The boy started crawling back to his room.
“Doggy, hey doggy, come here,” she said. He
half-looked up at her and then remembered his place and crawled over to
“I saw my mommy and her girlfriend kissing earlier, and I want to try that with you.”
“His mouth's not clean,” the owner interjected. She was worried for the girl's safety.
“Don't worry auntie,” she said, she liked calling the big
older woman auntie even though she wasn't her real aunt. “I
won't use my mouth.” She smiled.
His owner smiled. “I have a chair you can use,” she said. She wheeled it out.
The chair was low, so that the boy could slide into it, so that his
mouth was at just the right height to queen. The girl saw how it
was supposed to work right away and commanded him into it, then sat on
top of it, but adjusted herself. The whole was designed for her
auntie's vagina, she knew, which she thought was kind of a funny thing
to do with the boy.
But she scooched up in it until her ass was over the boy's mouth, and
she pulled her dress up a little bit, and her panties down, and then
she puckered up.
“Kiss me like you did last time,” she said, “with your tongue.”
The boy nervously licked up into her asshole, kissing its puckered form
and licking and suckling. “If he does well tell him 'Good
boy' to reward him.” The owner said. She sat nearby
“Good boy,” the young girl said. He felt really
humiliated, and incredibly turned-on. He experienced a phantom
“This feels really good,” the girl said, “just like
when I go to the bathroom. Is this what a boy's face is for, to
go to the bathroom?” She asked him, rubbing her asshole on
his tongue and lips.
“N-no,” he said, around his analingus. He was insulted by the idea.
He heard the sound of a chair scraping as his owner got up. He
heard her boots coming over to him, “I'm sorry, I'm sorry,”
he said, around the girl's wet embrace.
The footsteps stopped. “If you want to apologize, apologize to her.”
“I'm sorry for saying such a bad thing to you,” he
said. “Yes a boy's face is for going to the bathroom.”
She made a face, “Really, that's such a weird thing to say, I was
just messing with you, but okay. If you say so... I do
really have to go.”
He grimaced, “No, that's not what I meant, I was just trying to say I was sorry, I didn't mean for you to...”
But the footsteps approached again, “So much
talking!” His owner was saying, livid, she hated hearing
him talk for more than a few seconds, it made her so furious.
“I do such a nice job taking care of you and how do you repay me,
by making so much noise!”
“No auntie, no, its okay, don't hurt him, I'll take care of him,
I'll make him be quiet.” The girl's placating words seemed
to calm his owner down a little. She looked down at the girl.
“I try so hard to make him behave, I just can't stand it when he
doesn't obey, its disrespectful.” She said, sitting down
“Its okay auntie, I'll make him behave, and, well, actually, I
just really need him to stay right there for just a little
longer...” She grunted.
His owner watched, her anger turning to bemusement as the little girl
pushes a small log out of her ass and it hung there for a moment.
“Oh no you don't,” the girl said, watching him
squirmed. “You will NOT move, if you move and I make a mess
its like I don't know how to use the toilet, is that what you
want? Are you calling me a baby, are you saying I'm not potty
“N-no,” he said, half-tasting the shit as it dangled from
her ass. He caught himself, “I'm sorry, I'm sorry for
saying such a bad word, I'm s-s-,” he chewed quickly and
His owner sat back down, chuckling to herself. “He almost
choked on his own apology,” she said. “Heh, men are
such stupid creatures.”
“You can say that again,” the girl said, squealing with
delight to herself. “This one thinks its a toilet,
They were laughing at him, his owner and the girl, and he deserved it,
he needed it. And he opened his mouth, knowing how stupid he
looked, wanting to make it up to them for being such a pitiful creature.
“I'm sorry,” he said, biting off the next load that came
out of the beautiful girl above him's ass. “I'm so,”
he swallowed, half-gagging, “sorry.”
“I don't know about you auntie but I don't like to go to the
bathroom too quickly, just in case there's anything in there that needs
to come out.”
“Wise, child,” his owner said, smiling. “Would you like something to read?”
“No, its okay, but let's see what's on TV okay?”
“Okay!” His owner agreed, turning the set on.
“Oh look its that movie that I wanted to see in theaters last
year. It might be too grown-up for you though, does your mother
let you watch stuff with naked people in it?”
“No, she says I'm too young to learn about sex, which is like,
totally unfair, I mean, I'm fourteen, I should be able to do what I
want.” She squeezed, shunting another portion of her colon
into his mouth.
He chewed it and then swallowed it, saying meekly, “Thank you,
I'm sorry for being male, thank you so much.” She farted,
quietly, as he spoke.
“Well then let's put something else on, how about this one? Its got, who's that, Lindsay Lohen? Hillary Duff?”
“Duh, its Mary Olsen, I feel she's such a better actress than her sister Ashley-Kate but Ashley-Kate is way sexier.”
Her aunt looked at her for a moment, oddly, and then back at the
screen. “Is that what you think, or what your...?”
“That's what my mom thinks.”
“I like boys,” the girl said, biting her right nail a
little bit, inspecting it. She farted again, this time longer,
and then squeezed a bit and got a little more into his mouth.
“You do, do you?” His owner asked, interested. “Do you like my boy?”
“Oh, you know, real boys,” she laughed. “This
one's fun and all but he's not my type. He's a bit of a wimp
honestly, I don't know what you see in him.”
“Oh he's not my boyfriend honey, he's just a toy, I use him just
like you are now, well, maybe not just like you are now, but now that
I've seen how he's taking to it I might.” She smiled.
The boy spoke up, “Oh please Mistress, I need to feel you on top
of me, to feel you using me like this little girl is...”
“I'm not little!” The teenager spoke up, “You
brat, how dare you call me little, you call me Mistress too, or I swear
to god I will come back here when I'm on my period and I will make you
eat it all.”
“Yes little Mistress, I'm sorry,” he said, meaning it.
“I am NOT little!” She shouted, kicking him in the
side. She finished biting her nail and sat up for a moment,
spitting it into his mouth. He thanked her and then apologized to
her and then chewed the nail and ate it.
“Yes Mistress I'm sorry Mistress.”
His owner approached. “You know,” she said,
“that's the first time I've heard you treat any of the women
you've come in contact with with respect.”
He tried looking up at her, around his user's bottom. She peed
down into his mouth and the acrid fluid burned a bit and made him flex
his mouth before swallowing it.
“I'm very proud of you,” she continued, and she squatted so
she could be closer to him. “But don't call me Mistress,
you should call her Mistress, call me Sir.”
“Yes Sir,” he said. He smiled.
“But you are never to call any man Sir, or to treat any man with
respect, do you understand?” Her voice took on a tone of
authority, beyond its usual inflection.
“Yes Sir,” he said.
“Good,” she said, and stood up. “When you're
done let me know, I want to use hi-... I want to use it.”
The little girl smiled and told her she'd just be a few minutes
longer. She adjusted herself a bit, telling the toilet beneath
her to clean her up. She moved a little bit to wipe herself on
the boy's face and then stood. She pulled her panties up and
smoothed the front of her skirt. While she had been sitting her
vagina had been discreetly hidden beneath the hem of it.
“Auntie, I'm done.”
“Okay, very good, you can change the channel if you want.”
“Nah its cool.”
“Oh, and you might want to get the candle from the bathroom and bring it out here, I've got to take a major crap.”
The little girl cringled her nose, “Oh auntie you're so crass.”
“Heh, just go get it girl.” She pulled her jeans down
exposing her underwear and then pulled that down as well. She
shuffled a bit to sit on top of her boy and then put her ass down onto
Her ass touched his mouth and then she grunted, pulling her top off so
that just her undershirt was still on. Its sweat stains
showed. She bundled her top up some and then used it to shield
her privacy, holding it in front of her vagina as she used the bathroom.
“You'd better eat it all, slut,” she said. “If
you don't I'm going to beat you. In fact I think I'll beat you
even if you do a good job, but if you mess up I'll make it really
“Yes Sir, thank you Sir,” he said, and then didn't talk
anymore as his mouth had filled quickly with shit. She didn't
The doorbell rang. “Shit,” she said, pinching off the
current amount she was unloading. She quickly rubbed her ass on
his face and then stood up, pulling her underwear up and then her
pants. The girl returned from the kitchen and put the candle on
the kitchen island.
“Go see who's at the door,” the owner instructed, pulling her shirt on over her head again.
The little girl gasped. “Auntie, its the police.”
“Oh shit,” The queening chair started to shake, and
the boy started spitting out what was in his mouth. He made a
sound before his owner grabbed him by the throat and threw him sideways
into the island. “You shut the fuck up!” She
yelled. “Oh shit oh shit.” She grabbed his
limp, slightly stirring body and dragged him off to the closet, where
she shoved him in and then went to the door.
The police were knocking loudly by this time.
“Hello officers,” she said, trying to remain calm. She was shaking a little.
“Hello Ma'am, good evening. Is this your daughter?”
“No she's my friend's daughter, I'm watching her.”
“Cute kid, anyway, may we come in Ma'am?”
The girl curtsied politely.
“I'm sorry officers but this is kind of a bad time.”
“Alright Ma'am we understand but this will just take a minute.”
“Really this isn't a good time officer I'm sorry but I'm kind of...” she looked back towards the closet.
The men stepped inside the house, two of them, one short the other
tall. They were both armed and dressed in full uniform.
They showed her their badges.
“Ma'am this will only take a moment. We just need to check
the premises to see if you have another person here with you, a
“Darling,” she said, addressing the girl, “will you
go check on your friend and make sure she's alright?” She
put extra emphasis on the word she.
“Okay officers but I'm taking care of another young girl right
now who needs to be checked on, can I get you anything to drink?”
The girl went to the queening chair and dragged it out of the
room. She went to the closet and started dragging the limp body
down the hallway to the bedroom.
She could hear the sound of cups and the faucet. She looked down
at the boy who was only semi-conscious. Auntie had really smacked
him around good. She struggled to get him up into the bed and had
to stand up on it and really pull. It wasn't easy, in fact it was
really hard, and she had to sweat and strain before she got him up into
the king-sized bed.
Then she took out her clutch and started cleaning up his face, using
concealer and then some foundation. She applied some rouge and
then lipstick and then finally some eyeshadow. Then she went to
her Auntie's underwear drawer and slid some panties up his stump
legs. (She had gotten the nurse to do the other one with a little
pressure.) The fresh wound was still bleeding a little bit so she
got a maxi-pad and stuck it inside the underwear.
Then she arranged his arms so that they were peaceful, as though he was
sleeping, and put some of her Auntie's boots under the bed where his
feet should be. Lastly she slid a wig down onto his head.
From a distance he looked like a little angel.
“Darling, we're coming in now, the men want to check the bedroom, are you decent?”
“Yes, its okay, come on in.”
The men came into the bedroom, one sipping some tea and the other
poking around. He checked the walk-in closet and then under the
bed. “What's this?” He asked, poking around on
the floor next to the sleeping boy, “Is this blood?!”
“Yes, its blood,” the girl said, with embarrassment in her
voice, “my friend just got her period.” She reached
under the covers and pulled out the maxi pad. She said, “Is
your report going to say that I had to show you my friend's
menstruation to prove to you that we're not whatever it is you think we
She pulled it off perfectly. The men were noticably put-off by
the presence of the 'mentruation' and were appropriately embarressed
and curtly finished up their inspection and returned to the car.
“Damnedest thing,” the first one said, “that report
must have been a nutter, there's no one here. Why would anyone
think that this woman was keeping a man locked up inside her
house? She runs a freaking babysitting operation for
“Heh, did you see the knockers on her?”
“Oh yeah they were pretty big weren't they, do you think they're real?” They started up the engine.
“I don't know, something about some suspicious documentation but
I don't know, I'll just put down that the whole idea was a nutter,
leave it to the detectives.”
“They said it was just a typo or something and that we should
check on it, we did, far as I'm concerned this doens't need to go in
the official report.”
“Zero, nada, got it, okay, nothing found, woman checked out clean, done.”
They took off, as they left the neighborhood they passed the mother of
the young girl's car. She and her girlfriend were coming to pick
They parked and rang the doorbell. They heard hushed tones on the other side and then the door opened.
“Oh, its you, thank god.”
“What is it, and what have you got behind your back?”
The owner showed them her gun and then put it away. “I
thought you were the police coming back to check on our story
She told them everything.
“They must have believed you,” the lawyer was saying.
“Look at him, a darling little angel.”
“You know I bet when he wakes up he won't remember any of this, I hit him pretty hard.”
“Well if that's the case its best to not interrupt his
continuity, you did say he was a good boy up until the police arrived,
“Yeah, he was, I was going to punish him if he remembered being a bad boy though.”
“Well let's say we punish him anyway, but he can still be a good
boy while we do it.” It was the lawyer, she was enjoying
They brought the queening chair and set him up under it, the lawyer sat
down and pulled her pants down. “We're all women
here,” she said, not embarrassed to be using the bathroom in
front of them.
They watched as she went into her pocketbook and brought out some
smelling salts, “For when your mom and I get a little
rough,” she said, and her mom blushed. She climbed into
position and then woke the boy up.
“Huhn, what,” he said, yawning. He got a quick faceful of black lumpy female excrement.
“Surprise,” the lawyer said, “now eat it all like a good boy because you're contractually obligated.”
The mom tittered. The little girl watched avidly. His owner watched with proprietary interest.
He chewed what she had given him and swallowed, feeling sick. He
wasn't angry or hurt, he was adjusting quickly to his role.
“Wow, that was easy,” the lawyer said. She grunted
and her ass spat out another layer of her cake. “Eat it all
up shitface,” she said, losing the sing-song syrupy tone of her
When she was done the mother went. She was a little embarrassed
but the other three, her daughter especially cheered her on.
“Come on mom, it'll be fun, and besides all the rest of us have
already gone, its your turn.”
“Okay, okay, its just, its harder for me because I don't hate men the way you guys do, I just like women.”
“Mom, remember Dad?”
“Yeah, okay, but he couldn't help it, he...”
“Don't apologize for him.” She waited.
“Mom, when I was little, he would come into my room drunk, and he
would... touch me places...”
“That bastard!” Her mom yelled. She had
suspected it, but had never been able to face the actuality of it.
She sat down on the little turd beneath her and used him good. He
was full but he ate what she gave him, reluctant at first but then
accepting of her hatred and her anger. He ate it all, swallowing
it miserable bite after miserable bite until he had taken all of their
After the group had moved to the living room his owner let him out and
cleaned him up. They were alone in the bathroom, the other three
were watching the movie.
“That was a very good thing you did out there,” she said.
“Thank you,” he said, still choking a little. He was still sore between his legs.
“I took away your manhood, and crippled you, and still you accept my abuse as the tender love you expect it to be.”
He nodded, sore.
“I'm glad you're getting along so well with that girl out
there.” He nodded again. She washed his face, rinsing
the make-up off. She washed his mouth and his bum and then gently
rinsed his wound.
“You did something today, I don't know if you remember, but you
tried to escape, and you were going to use your mouth to help expedite
it. I can't risk you ever telling anyone about what I've
He swallowed, nervously, and then nodded again.
“So I'm going to take your vocal cords and your arms away from you.” He cried, softly then.
The next day it was done.
“Okay, its your birthday today isn't it?”
“Well, I've got you a present. Do you remember that boy you've played with when you've come over?”
“Yes auntie, the silly one who is a toilet and a doggy but not a boy.”
“That's right. That's your present.”
“Oh thank you auntie.” She smiled up at the older woman.
The box was brought in and she untied the ribbon.
The thing that came out had no arms and no legs, it moved about on
stumps. Its wounds were healed so all that remained was a little
mound with a small pout.
“It can't talk anymore,” the older woman said.
“You remember when the police came, all the trouble he caused,
that was very smart of you doing that to save me, and I've wanted to
give him to you as a gift ever since.
The little girl was speechless, this was a great gift.
“But Auntie, what if I want to have a boyfriend?” She asked.
“This is just a pet, girlie, a toy, its not a boyfriend, you
can't even... Do anything with it, really.” The dog
could still hear, and it felt humiliated, but it liked the abuse.
It had known all along that it belonged to all women, but especially
these four, and especially these two. But this one, this young
girl, she had been the one who had forced him to sign, she was the one
that scared him, she was the one who had cut his penis off, and she was
the one who had used him first as a toilet.
It was to her that he truly belonged. He would be the best pet he
could for her, and take the best care of her he could. He felt
protective of her.
“His name is Woofer, you can call him, try it.”
“Here Woofer,” the girl called, and he crawled, lovingly to
her, his tongue panting out of his large toothless mouth.
“Woof, woof,” his pre-recorded noises barked. Anytime he moved quickly it activated by gyro.
“That's so you'll always know where he is,” her auntie said.
The little girl, his new owner, took possession of him by signing the
adoption papers, they needed her mom's signature too since she was only
fifteen, and the lawyer made sure they were legit.
“Its legally classified as an animal and its yours. It
doesn't have an official gender, has no civil rights, has all its
shots, is in perfect health, is loyal to you, can't speak, can't move
quickly about, is completely dependent upon you to feed it, and loves
to show its affection.”
“I love it auntie its perfect.” Woofer nuzzled up
against her leg. “Oh you're so cute Woofer. Come here
and give me a kiss.” She scatched its head as it moved
around behind her and stuck its head up her dress. She
nimbly slipped her panties down and puckered her asshole for it.
She went back to talking with her Auntie as Woofer playfully kissed and licked her.
“Oh thank you auntie it came out wonderful.” She took
the tanned genitals gingerly and inspected them. There they were,
carefully dried and preserved. All of the meat and fat was gone
but the general shape was still there.
She curled the penis around the scrotum until the whole thing was
circular, and then turned and said “Fetch, Woofer, fetch!”
And threw it across the room.
“Woof, woof,” his canned recording barked.
He 'ran' after it with his tongue hanging out, and then, seeing what it
was, stopped for just a second, a tear for his loss building in his
eye. He leaned down and mouthed it, picking it up and running it
back to his owner.
He dropped it into her hand. “Good boy, but next time don't
drop it right away, play with it first, don't let it go until you've
made me tug a bit with you for it, like a real dog does with its
She threw it again, and he, begrudgingly, ran after it. “Woof, woof.”
He picked it up, hating himself for doing it, and ran it back. “Woof, woof.”
“Can I turn that off Auntie, if I want him to be quiet?”
“You certainly can my dear, there's a switch on his collar.”
She tugged on the dessicated penis. “Let go Woofer,”
and he did. “No Woofer, you have to hold onto it, don't let
go even when I say, doggies can't understand their owners, just make
sure I tug for a bit before you let go.” She wagged her
finger at him. She leaned over and switched his noise off.
She threw it again. He ran across the room, avoiding the feet of
the lawyer walking by, and then threaded threw the feet of the mother.
He picked it up and ran back again, playing the humiliating game of tug again.
“Let me have it Woofer,” she said, tugging on it.
“Let go you stupid beast.” She continued to
tug. “I said, let, it, go!” And she tugged each
Eventually he let it go and she took it from him, patting him on the head.
“Cake time,” her mother called, and she ignored it. “Honey, its time for cake.”
“In a little bit mom, I'm playing with Woofer.”
“Honey leave Woofer here for a bit, your friends are here.”
At the mention of her friends she ran over to her mom, “Is Billy
here mom?” She asked, she had a crush on him. He was
strong, and handsome, and played football, and was quiet, and nice...
“He'll be arriving shortly honey, he's driving his own car.”
“Oh yay,” she said, clutching her chest. She headed out of the room.
The mother looked over at Woofer, who looked back, pleadingly.
She glanced back into the kitchen and rummaged around a bit.
“You're lucky we still have some left over from when George was
around.” She said, leading him into the laundry room.
She spooned the dried mess into the bowl. “George was her
last dog.” She finished and then set a bowl of water out
for him as well. “Silly me, talking to a dog,” she
said, smiling politely.
She got up and left him alone.
He heard the sounds of the party but he had been forgotten about.
His owner was a teenage girl and he was just a replacement dog for
her. She was off swooning over her boy-crush and having fun and
here he was eating dog food in the laundry room.
He tasted the dried mush and found it to be unpalatable. He left it alone and drank from the water bowl.
A little while later he heard someone walking around in the room
outside and he wanted to bark at them for attention but he could not.
Then he heard the door creak open and the lawyer squeezed in, shutting the door carefully behind her.
She smiled down at him. “Hi dumb Mutt.” She
said. She shooed him away from her as she squatted down over his
food bowl and slid her pants down. “I just couldn't go
without leaving my present for you.” She grunted a little
and his bowl overfilled. She waited a bit and then produced a bit
“Come here you dumb dog,” she said, turning around,
“clean me.” He half-heartedly licked at her ass,
before she grew harsh with him and he tongued her openly until she was
clean. She wiped herself on his face just to make sure, then
pulled up her panties and headed out.
She stopped in the doorway. She turned.
“Oh, and so you know, as far as the outside world is concerned
you don't exist anymore.” She almost left, but couldn't
help herself. “And I shouldn't be telling you this but the
woman who made you, uh huh, your original owner, she's got a new
boy.” She smiled evilly and then turned to leave, then
She came back into the room and closed the door. “Aren't
you hungry?” She asked, “Aren't you going to eat your
He was crying, openly, not caring that she saw. He was in
anguish. Here he was, used, disfigured, and not loved. The
woman who had cared for him had given him away to a brat who only
thought of him when she wasn't busy with her friends, and he had been
“Eat up,” she said. He didn't want to, but it made
sense. He was useless, he was worthless, just a big pile of
shit. “I hate men so much,” she said as he ate from
the bowl. “That's it, eat my shit, eat every last ounce of
it. I hate you, oh god I hate you.”
She was touching herself, “You're nothing, you're a worthless
fleabag of a cunt useless good-for-nothing bitch...” She
was stroking herself and he was eating. He was kind of hungry but
actually he liked the attention, he wanted her to stay.
Even though it was abuse he needed someone to feel something about
him. So he ate, he ate her shit up, he ate it from the food bowl
as though it was chocolate mousse. It gagged him, and he vomited
a little, but she goaded him on and he ate that too. Eventually
it was all gone and she was coming in ecstasy as she looked at the
bowl, so clean, and he showed her his mouth, empty.
She came and then left.
He wasn't tired but he settled down to sleep anyway. When he woke
up it was the mother, and she was doing laundry. She ignored him
and left after starting the loads.
A few days went by and the little girl didn't come. Then on the
fourth day the lawyer came back. She saw that his food bowl was
empty and she filled it, by squatting over it. His stomach didn't
know if it could hold it down but he wanted her to watch him, he wanted
her to stay with him. He took a few bites and then nudged the
water bowl with his nose.
“Eat all of it and I'll fill your water bowl,” she
said. She came when he finished, made him lick it clean, and then
squatted over his water bowl and dumped out another load she had been
holding in, laughing at him all the while.
“Stupid shit, hahah, I hate you, see you.” She left. His mouth was so dry.
When the little girl came he was delirious. He was so thirsty and
he thought he might be sick. She saw his bowls and filled the one
with water right away. He drank and drank and she filled it again.
“Oh I'm sorry Woofer,” she said, “but Billy and I had
such a wonderful weekend he took me out and we ate at such a nice
restaurant. Then we drove around in his car and he... he
kissed me.” She smiled.
Woofer moved his head next to her, nuzzling her, trying to get under
her dress. She clutched it to her and moved away. “No
Woofer, not right now, I'm still thinking about Billy.” He
pouted as best he could.
“Well, alright, but just a little kiss, and just for play,
okay? It doesn't mean anything, you're just a dog, I don't love
He felt bad by what she said but he wanted to connect with her in any
way he could, he was eager to kiss and lick her ass. The moment
went by too soon.
After she left the lawyer returned that night. “I've asked
to borrow you, and her mom agreed. She's not doing a very good
job taking care of you anyway. Who has filled your food bowl the
last three times, eh?” She smiled.
“Oh that was only two, eh? Well I meant three after this
one.” She squatted down and, as per their ritual, filled
his dish with her waste. He didn't even need to be told, and in
fact was glad for her company. He wanted to tell her he loved
her, but he looked up at her with puppy dog eyes and she got the gist.
“Don't get any ideas,” she said, “I don't even like
you, but you eat my shit so that's good. As long as you keep it
up you'll get more, that's it, that's the whole deal.”
He nodded, and went to it. After he was done she came again,
looking at the empty bowl and his open mouth. He was glad he
caused her such pleasure.
“She won't even notice you're gone,” the lawyer said,
tugging on his leash, loading him into the back of her minivan.
She covered him with a tarp and drove him to her apartment. She
stopped at a hardware store along the way and got an animal carrier.
She loaded him into it, he obliged. Then she carried him into the
elevator and took him up the eleven flights to her apartment. She
let him out in the kitchen and told him to stay on the tile.
She set out a tin of tuna for her cat and then led him into the bathroom.
“Stay in here,” she said. “If you leave the
bathroom I will remove what remains of your stumps.” He
believed her. She took the collar off since it was the only thing
that might give him away. It made the noise. She stuck it
in the closet. As an added precaution she went back to the
hardware store and bought some chain. She chained him to the
u-pipe on the toilet.
She went to sleep. She woke in the night and went to the bathroom
and found him there. He had been unable to sleep.
“Still awake? Good, open up and you'll get it directly from
the source.” She waited until his mouth made a seal around
her ass and then let it go. He chewed as best he could and then
swallowed. He wanted to stop after about two minutes but it took
her twenty before she was done.
She yawned and wiped herself normally and flushed and then went back to
sleep. She was awoken by another flush. She went to the
bathroom and found him puking up into it.
“Why you rotten little, I give you perfectly good food to eat and
this is how you repay me?” She took a piece of wood that
her girlfriend regularly used as a dildo during some of their rougher
sessions, it was smooth and hard. She hit him upside the head
He continued to puke and she hit him again. Eventually he got the
message and started swallowing as best he could, bile and vomit and
shit. He kept it down.
“Good boy,” she said. She had already resolved to
kill him, she just needed to wait until he had suffere more. The
girl wouldn't miss him too much. If she did another pet could be
The next day was the day. It was just too unfeasibly
otherwise. The police were still searching, that was why they had
to move him from the first woman's house in the first place. And
the girl would have told someone sooner or later, so it was decided
that the lawyer would have to get rid of him.
“Its your fault that it wasn't taken care of,” his original
owner had said. “You said this was all legal if he signed
“There's no country in the world where this is legal,” she
had said, “the Middle East, maybe, if he was a woman and we were
men, but not this way, not anywhere.”
The original owner had grunted and agreed that it had to be done.
She had given him away to the young girl as a gift so that the girl
could say goodbye. The girl had seemingly lost interest so now it
was time to get rid of him before the authorities uncovered him.
“Its such a shame though,” the mother had said, “he
hasn't done anything wrong, he's taken all our shit...”
“Literally,” the lawyer had interjected, and the three of them had laughed.
He woke up, stretched, felt the roiling in his stomach, contained his
puke, swallowed, swallowed. He held his breath, trying not to
An hour later his host woke up and went into the bathroom. She
urinated sleepily and then remembered what her guest was. She
smacked him and then gave him the remains of her dribble.
She scratched her head and then showered. He stunk pretty bad so
she hosed him off in the tub. She didn't want to but it felt
right to clean him before killing him. She had to unchain him to
get him into the bath.
She dried him off and got dressed. She went into the kitchen and
cleaned her kitchen knife, she'd need it to cut through some of the
pieces after she'd killed him. She dug around under the sink for
the garbage bags and then heard a knock at the door. She froze.
She put everything away and went to look through the peep hole. It was the police.
“Oh shit,” shit she whispered. She didn't have anywhere to
hide him. She turned to find something to cover him with but she
heard a key in the lock.
“I guess she's not home,” her landlord was saying.
“Fuck,” she said, looking around for somewhere to
hide. She remembered she hadn't re-chained him! She did her
best to look nonchalant as the door opened.
“Yawn,” she said, trying to appear sleepy.
“Oh?” She said, as the two police officers entered,
“How may I help you gentlemen?”
“Sorry Ma'am,” one of them said, “Didn't know you
were here, we just need to look around, reports of a fugitive hiding
out on this floor.”
“Okay but I can assure you that...”
“I know Ma'am, just doing our job.” His partner was
looking around, he glanced in the kitchen, in the bathroom, he went
into the bedroom and looked in the closet.
“All clear,” he said. The two of them thanked her for
her time and then went out. The landlord smiled politely and then
closed the door. She heard knocking on the next door.
She went into the bathroom, surprised. They had to have seen him,
had he escaped? Had he gone out a window? They were eleven
stories up. She didn't see him in the bathroom.
She went to the kitchen and looked out the window, no, he hadn't
fallen. She heard a noise in the bathroom. She went in and
looked, there he was. He was climbing out from the cupboard under
the sink, a place where a normal sized human being wouldn't be able to
hide, where it hadn't been neccessar to look.
She was amazed. There was no reason for him to hide, it was obvious that the police were here, he could have been rescued.
“And yet you chose not to be rescued,” she said,
curiously. “You knew those were police didn't
you?” She asked, and he nodded, looking up at her
plaintively. “And you hid from them? Even though you
knew that if they found you I'd go to prison...”
At the word prison he shook his head as though it frightened him and he
crawled over to her and nuzzled her leg. She looked down at him,
amazed. She re-chained him to the u-pipe and sat down on the
toilet, stunned. He continued to nuzzle her leg.
“You, you love me?” She asked, still stunned.
He nodded. “And you want... you want to live with me,
you want to be mine?” She asked, still surprised. She
heard shouting in the hallway and then a door slamming. She heard
running, and then a loud noise from the stairs.
He nodded, still nuzzling her leg. “Okay toilet, you can
stay,” she said, with venom suddenly in her voice.
“You almost had me going there for a second but you're just a man
and all men are evil. You need to be punished.” He
nodded. “You need to eat my shit!” She said it
He nodded again. He had expected nothing less. He found
that, of all the women he had known, this one completed him the
most. She smiled down at him and fetched his bowl, setting it
down on the floor. She squatted over it, not really in the need
of going to the bathroom but wanting to do it for him.
She tried with all her might and then eventually produced a small
amount of food for him to eat. “You wait right here,”
she said, unnecessarily. She got up and headed to the kitchen,
“And eat!” She said, giving him the command he wanted
She swept into the kitchen and started plucking boxes and cans and
containers down. The phone rang and she answered it. She
started mixing something in a bowl.
“Yeah, yeah its done. Yeah, its all taken care of,” she said.
She finished blending a banana into two quarts of yogurt and some ice cream. Next she added fiber, lots and lots of fiber.
July 9, Alex Streuth