Kennel Training
author unknown

Nathan stood nervously on the train platform and looked around hoping
to see the Master. Once the regular crowds of people filtered off the
platform, Nathan was left standing alone. He looked around nervously
and wondered what he should do. He had spent most of his small savings
on the train ticket up here and now there was no one to meet him. He
sighed and reshouldered his backpack as he trudged across the platform
to have a seat and wait until he could decide what to do. Master had
insisted he buy a round trip ticket -- maybe that was all part of some
cruel Internet joke. Nathan hung his head and sighed again, his long
reddish hair falling forward to curtain his face as he thought back on
what had brought him here, hundreds of miles from home. He knew he
couldn't go back home. As far as his family was concerned, Nathan
didn't exist. He had made the mistake of coming out to them despite
eighteen years of homophobic statements. Nathan figured that those
statements wouldn't really matter once their youngest son announced he
was gay. Boy, was he wrong. Nathan shook his head remembering the
screaming that Thanksgiving; the hard, open handed slaps from his
father; and then being physically thrown out of the house into a light
rain. Nathan had been happy for the rain -- it hid the tears streaming
down his face. Thanks to scholarships and work study programs, Nathan
had managed to stay in college. During the winter break, Nathan had
discovered the wonders of the Internet and the sometimes unusual chat
rooms he found there. One room in particular piqued his curiosity --
KenLpupBoys. Nathan began hanging out there more and more often and
discovered that, true to it's name, the room was designed for young
slaves seeking to be collared and trained as human dogs. He found the
idea strangely exciting -- the humiliation of being collared and fed
from a dog dish fascinated him. Eventually, he began exchanging E-mail
with KenLMSTR, describing cyber fantasies and creating an imaginary
world that never failed to excite him. One night, Master suggested the
fantasy could become reality and over the next two months described
his own kennel facilities. Master waited for Nathan to ask for
admittance to the kennel. Once Nathan made the request, the E-mail
exchanges were replaced by regular mail and telephone conversations.
Finally, the Spring semester ended and Nathan received his
instructions to take the train from Ohio to California and wait for
his Master at the train station. Well, Nathan, thought -- here I am
and no one is waiting for me. Tears welled up in his blue eyes over
the cruel joke. He was glad his hair was long enough to hide his face
from anyone who might walk past. He closed his eyes to keep the tears
from spilling down his cheeks. "Well, well -- looks like we have a
lost puppy here." A voice said. Nathan opened his eyes and saw a pair
of brown, snake skin boots standing directly in front of him. He
quickly raised his head and looked into the face of Master for the
first time. Deep brown eyes stared back at him over a large moustache.
Nathan scrambled to his feet and began babbling about how he was
afraid no one was coming and how he was abandoned and . . . and Master
put his finger against Nathan's mouth to make him shut up. He pulled
his other hand from his pocket and produced a blue nylon dog collar.
Nathan stared at the collar as Master held it before him. Master
reached into his pocket with his right hand and pulled out a small dog
biscuit. He put the biscuit to Nathan's mouth and was pleased when the
boy immediately took it and chewed it right there in public. Without
another word, Master buckled the collar around Nathan's neck, attached
a leash to it, and led him from the platform to his Range Rover. As
the Ranger Rover moved through town, Master explained that Nathan
would first be taken to The Kennels for his initial training. There,
Master explained, Nathan would meet other puppy boys like himself --
some new to the training program and some almost ready to complete the
three month program. Once at The Kennels, Nathan would not be
permitted to speak as a human any more. He could communicate only as a
dog would -- through barks, whines, growls, and whimpers. After about
an hour, the Range Rover pulled up before huge iron gates. A guard
came from a small booth and checked the ID card Master offered and
opened the gates, waving them through. The road snaked through the
woods for nearly half a mile before ending in front of a large
Victorian style mansion. Off to one side of the house, were several
long, low brick buildings. Master passed the house and pulled up in
front of a two-story brick building. Nathan waited patiently for
Master to open his door and take the leash. The reception area was
brightly lit and cheery. Nathan looked around the tile room as Master
spoke quietly to the young man at the reception desk. "Name?" The
receptionist asked. "Lucky Puppy." Master answered, smiling at Nathan,
who blushed hearing his dog name for the first time. "Good name." The
receptionist smiled at Nathan and reached over and actually patted his
head. "Breed?" Nathan felt self-conscious as both men looked him over
and studied his small frame. He tried to stand as tall as his five
feet and two inches would allow. "I've always been partial to Jack
Russell terriers." Master said. The receptionist smiled again and
jotted that down on the form. "Training level?" "Gold Ring." Master
said, producing a gold plastic card. "Very good -- we don't get many
Gold Ring's here. Right now, we have a couple who just began training.
Lucky won't be lonely in his kennel run." He pulled a three ring
binder from the shelf and flipped through the pages. "Here we go, Sir.
These are the Gold Ring options for Jack Russells. Of course if you
have something else in mind, we can always make the necessary
arrangements." Nathan tried to peek over the top of the binder, but
Master jerked his leash and forced him to sit on the floor and wait.
He turned back to the book and examined the options, making his
choices and smiling each time the receptionist agreed. "Excellent
choices, Sir. Let's see -- one last question. Will Lucky Puppy here be
used as a stud dog? We have an excellent selection of bitches he can
be trained with." "No." Master said firmly. "No stud training is
necessary for Lucky." Master took the application form and circled
something. The receptionist raised an eyebrow and then nodded his
head.
 
 

A little while later, a young man in jeans and a polo shirt with The
Kennel's logo came to the lobby. He was tall with merry green eyes and
short blond hair. He spoke briefly to Master and then took Nathan's
leash. He led Nathan/Lucky through a heavy locked door and down a tile
hallway to a room marked "Processing/Grooming." The young man made
Nathan/Lucky get down on his hands and knees, then effortlessly lifted
him to a table. He attached short leads from two poles on either side
of the front of the table to Nathan/Lucky's collar to keep him from
moving around. Nathan felt himself shivering a little from fright --
maybe he wasn't ready for this. The young man lifted a set of electric
shears. "Now, Lucky is going to be a good puppy for Jason as he
removes these clothes, isn't he?" Jason asked in a soft friendly
voice. He started the shears and quickly ran them down the back of
Nathan's shirt. Nathan began to tremble as he felt his clothing being
sheared away from his back, baring him before this stranger. When he
was finished, Jason scratched Nathan under the chin and behind the
ear, praising him for being such a good puppy. Then Jason brought out
rubber mittens that looked like puppy paws and fitted them to Nathan's
hands. The gloves were tight and and strapped to his wrists,
preventing Nathan from using his fingers like a human. Jason checked a
computer screen and then turned back to Nathan. "You're going to be a
Jack Russell. That's a pretty puppy, Lucky." He stepped behind Nathan
and carefully brushed the long reddish hair on the human dog. "But,
Jack's are short haired dogs, Lucky, so most of this has to go."
Nathan hadn't thought about that, he almost turned his head to protest
when he heard the SNAP Buzzzzz of electric clippers. Jason placed them
against Nathan's neck and pushed them straight up. Thick locks of
auburn hair tumbled away from the clippers and fell to the stainless
steel table around Nathan. He watched sadly as his beautiful hair
dropped in clumps to the table. Jason worked slowly, buzzing away the
long locks covering the back and sides of the puppy boy's head. He
reached around and lifted the heavy bangs and placed the clippers to
the forehead of the puppy boy and drew the clippers back towards the
crown. Once again, the thick, reddish hair tumbled to the table. Once
he was done reducing the nearly nine inch long locks to a quarter inch pelt
 of soft, fuzz, Jason ran the clippers over the puppy boy's head again to
make sure the hair was an even length. Once he was finished,
he again rubbed Nathan's chin and head, praising him for being such a
good and well-behaved puppy. Jason disappeared into a side room and
came back with a plastic bowl. He began spreading a cold, harsh
smelling, goo all over what remained of Nathan's hair. "Jack Russell
terriers have a white base coat." Jason explained, still talking
softly. "So, we have to bleach this puppy's coat to make him look like
 a pretty puppy. Lucky want's to be a pretty puppy, doesn't he?" Nathan
wasn't sure he wanted to have his hair cut off and bleached, but
figured there wasn't much he could do about that. Once the bleaching
goo had covered his head, Jason put a plastic cap over it and left the
room. He returned nearly an hour later and carried Nathan over to a
deep tub style sink. Jason washed the goo from Nathan's head and then
proceed to cover his body with shaving creme. Jason carefully shaved
every part of Nathan's body smooth, and then relathered the puppy boy
and shaved him a second time to make sure he was silky smooth. Then,
Jason lathered Nathan up and began to bathe him just like a real puppy
with flea shampoo. Once the humiliating bath was over and Nathan was
again dry, Jason carried him back to the grooming table and again
attached the leads to his collar. Another young man came into the
room, carrying a large black case. A third young man joined them.
"This is Lucky and he is a Jack Russell, Gold Ring." Jason explained.
The first young man checked his clipboard and nodded his crewcut head.
Jason wrapped his hands around, Nathan's head and held him steady as
the third young man pulled his lower lip down. The young man with the
black crewcut removed a tattoo gun from the black case and prepared to
tattoo the registration number for Lucky Puppy on his lip. Nathan
tried to pull his head away, grunting, but Jason just held him
tighter. The tattooist worked quickly, inking the nine digits and
letters onto the inside of Nathan's lower lip. Once he was finished,
he pulled a ball gag from the case and with Jason's help, fitted it on
Nathan. Once Nathan was gagged, the third young man began to draw a
circle around Nathan's right eye. The tattooist checked the circle and
nodded his satisfaction, then began to tattoo the circle. He worked
steadily, completing the circle and then working his way towards the
center, filling the circle with a dark tan color. Tears of
frustration, fear, and humiliation flowed down Nathan's face. This had
gone past the point of an exciting sexual fantasy -- Master and these
people who worked for The Kennels were actually making him look like a
dog permanently! When the tattooist finished Nathan's face, he moved
behind the puppy boy and began to free hand tattoo a dark tan saddle
across his back. He smiled to himself at the transformation he was
making on the boy. He was used to the tears coming from these puppy
boys. They thought it was all a game and for some it was. But for the
Gold Ring puppy boys, their Masters had them changed to look as much
like a real puppy as possible. Only yesterday he had tattooed the
registration on a seventeen year old puppy who was being turned into a
poodle for a wealthy woman from San Francisco. The boy had squirmed
when his hair had been tightly permed and then sobbed like a baby when
most of those tight curls had been shaved off. When Jason was finished
with that puppy, the sides and back of his head had been shaved smooth
-- hell most of the top of his head had been shaved smooth, too. Jason
had left only a curly, poodle-style puff of curls covering the top of
that puppy's head. Eventually, those curls would be dyed a bright
pink. The tattooist stopped his daydreaming and checked his work on
the saddle he was creating. It looked good -- exactly like the real
markings on a Jack Russell terrier. As an added bonus, he tattooed two
small spots on the left cheek of the puppy boy's ass. The tattooist
nodded to Jason that he was finished. Before the ball gag was removed,
Jason attached a small leather strap around the puppy boy's genitals
and then told the tattooist he could remove the gag. "I . . ." Nathan
started to protest, but the thought was cut short by a scream as an
electrical shock zapped his testicles. "Puppies don't speak like
humans." Jason said kindly, showing Nathan a remote control he
carried. "Only barks, whines, and growls are used by puppies." Nathan
opened his mouth and began to protest again and this time the shock
was sharper and more intense. "Be a good puppy, Lucky." Jason said in
his soft, gentle voice as he carefully brushed out Nathan's cropped
and bleached hair. Nathan stayed on all fours, trembling. Jason patted
his head again and praised him for remaining still and gave him a dog
biscuit. Jason stood back and waited for Nathan to eat the biscuit in
front of him. Nathan blushed and crunched the biscuit dutifully. When
he was finished, Jason took him down from the table and indicated that
from now on he had to remain on all fours like a real dog. Taking the
leash, Jason led Nathan into a kennel area. The floors were all
ceramic tile. Jason led Nathan down the center aisle, past chain link
dog runs until he came to one already occupied by a young man not much
bigger than himself. "Pierre!" Jason called. "Come meet Lucky Puppy.
He's going to be your new kennel mate." The other human dog scampered
over shyly. Nathan looked at him in wonder. The boy's thick hair had
been tightly curled and most of it had been shaved away, leaving the
back and sides smooth and only a patch of curls on the top of his
head. "Now Lucky, you stand still while Foo Foo Pierre says hello."
Jason instructed. "Come on little Foo Foo, say hello like you were
taught." Shyly, the other boy sniffed Nathan's nose once, then moved
around behind him and sniffed his smooth ass and genitals. Jason
placed his hand on the poodle-boy's head and forced his head deeper
into Nathan's crotch. Finally, he let the boy go and turned to Nathan.
"Okay, Lucky -- it's your turn." Nathan shyly sniffed at the other boy
and found his head forced between the cheeks of the other puppy boy's
bottom and then guided toward his crotch. Once the introductions were
over, Jason left the puppies alone to get to know each other. A little
later, he returned with two bowls of kibbled dog food and watched as
they reluctantly finished the food. Jason smiled, it was always hard
for the new puppies to get used to actually eating dog food in place
of human food.
 
 

Later that afternoon, Nathan was taken from the kennel once again and
taken to the front processing office again. An older man in a white
lab coat was there and waited as Jason lifted Nathan to the table
again. The older man told Jason to take Lucky's temperature. Nathan
opened his mouth for the thermometer, eager to please Jason and the
man who was obviously a doctor. But, Jason ignored the open mouth and
inserted a thermometer deeply into Nathan's rectum. Nathan's face
flushed a deep crimson in humiliation to be invaded like that. Jason
acted like the was the most natural thing in the world and ignored the
puppy's display of shame. The doctor opened Nathan's mouth, and
inserted a long cotton swab into the back of his throat. Nathan gagged
and tried to move his head, but Jason once again held his head in
place. Nathan could taste a bitter substance on the swab and gagged
again. He tried to complain, but found his vocal cords wouldn't work
to form sounds. He felt a rising panic growing in him -- what more was
Master going to have these people do to him? The doctor checked the
chart by his desk. "I see he's to witness the procedure by his
Master's orders." He commented dryly. Nathan was wondering what
procedure that was, when Jason flipped him onto his back and began to
strap him down. He tried to speak again, but couldn't make his vocal
cords work. Jason smiled down at him as the wide leather strap was
pulled tight around his chest, pressing hard into Nathan's nipples.
Jason attached short leads to each side of the collar and put another
strap around Nathan's forehead to keep the puppy boy from turning his
head. Both arms were locked in place behind Nathan's head. Nathan
continued to try to shout and stop whatever was going on, but all that
came out were feeble whimpers. Jason stroked Nathan's buzzed head a
couple of times and cooed at him to try to relax the puppy boy. He had
seen this reaction before -- the dog boy knew something serious was
about to happen here, but didn't know exactly what. Most Masters
wanted their new dogs to witness everything, but some had their dogs
fully sedated. Jason moved down to help the doctor strap Nathan's feet
into the stirrups and spread them wide. Realization began to dawn in
Nathan's eyes. Tears welled up and rolled down his cheeks as he
whimpered. The strap across his forehead prevented him from looking
away. The doctor pressed a button on the floor with his toe and the
head of the table began to rise until he was satisfied the dog boy
could see exactly what was to come. Jason covered Nathan from below
his nipples to his knees in the brownish-yellow antiseptic solution
and stepped back to allow the doctor to take his position. "Normally,"
the doctor said in a conversational tone to Jason, "I'd use a sound or
catheter to keep the urethra intact so it could be relocated to make
urination while seated possible. However, since this dog will be
learning to squat, that won't be a concern." The doctor hefted
Nathan's penis and testicles in one rubber-gloved hand as if weighing
them. "I can see why his Master decided to get rid of everything. Not
much here worth keeping." Nathan felt his cheeks burn in humiliation
at the doctor's disdainful words regarding his genitals. Granted they
weren't huge like some studs in magazines, but he wasn't some
tiny-dicked freak either. His eyes widened in horror at the sight of
the needle in the doctor's hand. He inserted the needle right next to
the flaccid penis in his hand and pushed the plunger down smoothly.
Nathan felt the quick jab and then a coolness filtering through the
tissues around his groin. The doctor repeated the injections in three
other areas surrounding Nathan's penis and testicles. Every few
minutes he'd poke the flesh with a pin to see the automatic response.
He had learned long ago that these puppy boy's couldn't be trusted to
tell him when the anesthesia took full effect. They would gladly lie
to preserve their pitiful manhood for just five more minutes. The
doctor shook his head -- this one was well below average in endowment.
Not small enough to be called tiny, but definitely not big enough to
impress anyone. As far as he was concerned, this one should have been
neutered before he was twelve. He picked up a scalpel and smiled
wickedly at the look of fear in the boy's eyes. With one hand, he
pulled the scrotum tight and brought the instrument down. Nathan tried
to scream "NO!" All that came out was a garbled whine. From the navel
down, he couldn't feel anything, but he could see that doctor pull his
balls tight and bring the scalpel down. As much as Nathan wanted to
take his eyes off the scene in front of him, he was afraid to look
away. He saw a little squirt of blood, but the doctor quickly tied
something off and the blood stopped. Then, he saw the doctor raise his
hand -- he held one of Nathan's testicles lightly between his thumb
and index finger as if examining a flawed jewel. With a snort, the
doctor dropped it in a stainless steel bowl and turned his attention
back to Nathan's groin. Nathan could feel a slight tug, but no pain as
the second testicle was sliced away and tossed into the bowl. Jason
handed the doctor a tray from which he selected a suture needle. He
quickly sutured the incision where the boy's scrotum and testicles
used to be. Nathan watched as the doctor took his penis in one hand
and pull it tight. The scalpel flashed again as the doctor swiftly
brought it to the base of the organ. He used a firm, steady pressure
to cleanly slice through the soft tissue. Jason pressed surgical
sponges against the incision to absorb the blood. The two of them had
worked together many times on this procedure and knew the drill by
heart. Suddenly, Nathan saw the doctor raise his left hand and in it
was his severed penis. Nathan felt like throwing up, but couldn't even
muster the strength to do that. The tears rolled down his cheeks in an
uncontrolled flow as small sobs shook his chest. The doctor
efficiently sutured the wound shut, sewing the urethra into the small
opening he left for it. Once he was finished with the suturing, he
worked a catheter in place to drain the boy's bladder for the next few
days until the stitches came out. Jason dressed the incision site and
left Nathan strapped to the table. He would stay there for the next
three or four days until the sutures were removed to prevent him from
pulling them out and requiring additional work. Jason also knew that
the boy would gradually accept his new status while strapped to the
table with nothing to look at but his bare groin.
 
 

Five days later a subdued Nathan was led back to the kennel run he
shared with Pierre. Jason called Pierre cheerfully to come greet his
kennel mate. Nathan saw that during his absence, someone -- probably
Jason -- had shaved the back and sides of Pierre's head again to keep
the scalp smooth and bare. Pierre happily scampered over to Nathan and
started sniffing. Suddenly he stopped and stared at the healing scars
that marked the incision sites. Pierre felt his knees weaken and his
stomach roll. The cute little dick his cage mate, Lucky, had were
gone. Nathan/Lucky hung his head in humiliation as Jason forced
Pierre's head back to sniff the bare crotch. "Take a good look,
Pierre." Jason said cheerfully. "Lucky got fixed because he has a good
Master who believes in neutering his pets." Nathan crawled over the
the corner and curled up, staring at his bare crotch. Jason closed the
kennel door and smiled wickedly at Pierre. "You have a good Mistress,
Pierre. She's going to have you fixed, too. She wants you to keep your
doggy dick, but she has no use for your little doggy balls." Pierre,
still on all fours as required, looking up in horror at Jason who
smiled down on him and made a snipping gesture with his fingers.
"Snip, snip for you tomorrow, Pierre." Pierre trembled and felt his
bladder empty, the urine pooling around his knees. "Do that too much,"
Jason warned, "and your Mistress will have you neutered just like
Lucky over there. Personally, I think you'd look better nice and
smooth with nothing hanging down." Pierre crawled off to his corner
and curled up on his doggy pillow, the terrible realization that his
precious balls were going to be removed by this time tomorrow. From
time to time, he glanced over at Nathan/Lucky and wondered how it
would feel to lose everything like he had. Tears filled his eyes,
dreading the new treatment in store for him the next day. Now, he knew
he could never return to his old life as a college sophomore -- that
he'd spend the rest of his days as a dog.
 
 

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