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  I am stunned as for the first time my identity is revealed. In a small college town, I am sure to later come across one or more of the gathering of women who are frolicking about the pool, imbibing wine, exchanging stories mainly derisive of the male gender, and mocking my nakedness with impunity.

  “Drink, Willie. I’ll get my makeup kit.”

  I am thirsty, and as dozens of pairs of eyes look to examine my look of sheepishness and humiliation, I find my head dropping to the bowl, hiding my face to inhibit any mental recording of my features. My lips find the water and I begin to suck. And then I find the ruse behind Miss Judy’s kindly offering.

  “Doggies lap, Willie. They cannot suck with their lips.”

  I feel a firm hand grasping my dangling, swollen pink sac. The pressure slowly increases until I properly lap the water. Even Miss Judy seems to have a streak of disdain for the male.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Judy

  Well, though I very much enjoy utilizing Willie’s balls to correct his behavior, I have to get some camera shots of our de-masked canine friend before Nancy returns with her makeup kit.

  After insisting on proper deportment in lapping the bowl, I release my grip and locate the digital device on a nearby table. Such large memory in such a small camera. There is the capacity for fifty more pictures, and hours of remaining afternoon daylight will totally expose our playful pup to the lens.

  I begin, snapping away with abandon. Then I call his name and he looks up from the bowl. Snap, snap, snap...and recorded for all are charming photos of our little pet sans facial covering, but aptly emptying the bowl just as any thirsty pup. His face...his natural face...fills the viewfinder as I zoom the lens in for a close-up. Our pup will be easily identified long after the party terminates. Willie will be finding he has many new friends in our small college community.

  I know the girls will want copies and, in this age, Willie’s digital image will soon be electronically pulsating around town.

  Well, he came to our little enclave to receive an education. What a lesson he is learning today.

  Our clever cosmetician returns and covers Willie’s hair with a tight-fitting and stretchable piece of latex known in the theater trade as a skullcap. Bottles and brushes appear and Nancy’s talented hand proceeds to cover Willie’s face and rubber covered head in matching white with black spots, restoring his Dalmatian appearance. Her handiwork is superb and the girls gather about giggling and ooohing and aaahing. Some laugh as tears of humiliation begin to flow. I of course snap more photos, chronicling Willie’s return to dogdom.

  When finished, Beverly steps forth to once again loop her fingers through his collar. She lifts and laughingly points out to all that the despite the tearful evidence of displeasure his erection appears firmer than ever. It does indeed stand up so straightly, seemingly glued to his abdomen.

  I continue to record the spectacle with three quick snapshots. Though his face is covered in black and white, there can be no doubt that it is the afore-photographed Willie kneeling atop the table and posing in such a scandalous state of tumescence.

  I am developing a most lascivious montage.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Willie

  The mask is gone!

  I feel more naked, more exposed than ever. And pictures are taken!

  I should protest; quit; demand to be released!

  But I have not yet earned the fifty dollars and the damage is done. Besides, unwarranted behavior is quickly corrected with that walking stick. And I am mindful of Judy’s firm grip on my testicles.

  So I lap the bowl. I am indeed thirsty and there is something about being with this Chloe that stimulates me beyond the physical. She is perfect, so beautiful...so kind...and through the leash I feel the guidance of her hand, as if she is touching me.

  She stands to my side cooing comforting words, complimenting me on being such a good dog. Behind I feel fingers. The female gender cannot resist. Given a well shaven, attractively colored scrotal sac, it seems the examinations will not cease. And perched on the table, my organs swing like ripened fruit waiting to be picked.

  Though large, I finish the bowl. When Miss Nancy returns with her paint and brushes, the crowd seems to collectively murmur encouraging words. For some reason I become dejected as her skilled hand returns my face to its canine portrayal. And when done this Miss Beverly again grasps my collar. I am once again ignominiously displayed, the tender examining hands have continuously fostered stiffness and Miss Beverly ensures that all observe my libidinous reaction.

  And again the camera clicks...

  Chapter Fifteen

  Lenore

  It seems my fifty or so dollars are well invested. Even Judy is enjoying the scene and she is both hetero and married.

  Dumping the mask, though it served to so nicely portray our crawling male friend as a canine, gives rise to new elements of entertainment. After most have closely examined Willie’s genitals, his bright pink balls dangling at a much more accessible height while kneeling on the table, Chloe guides him back onto the pool deck. Our little doggie is most proficient moving on all fours. It seems Willie is a quick learner in thrusting forth his elbows and with alacrity propelling himself by pushing forward on bended knee.

  Sniffing various feet is now passé for our vinous group. Beverly has him lick her ankles and calves and I am pleasantly surprised to detect very little resistance to such abject groveling.

  Interesting how I chose so well with Willie. There was something in those eyes that I doubt even he realizes hints at a certain obsequiousness.

  As the sun’s angle sadly hints at rapidly approaching darkness, Willie has licked away at the boots and legs of just about every attendee. Just when it appears the entertainment factor is waning, one of the girls, Kathy, in spying the available bar supplies, decides to make use of a sizable celery stalk intended for the zesty Bloody Marys preferred by many as eye openers.

  Well, when Kathy claps her hands and calls out ‘here boy’, using the pleasant yet condescending tone of a dog lover, Willie stays in role and strains at his leash to respond. A laughing Chloe follows and I assume Willie misguidedly believes someone will show empathy for his plight.

  “He needs a tail,” a giggling Kathy announces.

  And after making Willie dutifully lick the plump end of the celery stalk, our normally demure friend demonstrates the emboldening effects of alcohol. She steps to Willie’s rear and with a command to spread widely, brazenly parts his gluteal cleft with one hand and with the other slips the fat end of the celery into his rectum. The laughter is ear splitting. With the curvature of the stalk pushing the leafy end upwards, Willie does indeed have the cutest green tail.

  Well, Kathy’s improvisation calls for another lap about the pool with more humiliating comments and of course much fondling of the green stalk. Our concupiscent group knows of course that the bulbous end abrades Willie’s prostate. Under the guise of stroking his ‘tail’, Willie’s uniquely male gland receives much feminine attention. Interesting to observe how his crawling is so comically affected. With the penetrating stalk forcing his knees further apart, his balls are more prominently displayed than ever.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Willie

  It’s degrading, demeaning, humiliating. But what can I do about it? My beautiful new friend walks me once again around the pool with my rectum stuffed with celery. When hands reach out to toy with the protruding stalk, I lurch uncontrollably, the fat end of the vegetable deeply implanted and causing a most embarrassing reaction. Manipulating my celery stalk tail makes my stiff penis waggle. One girl notices and calls out to all. Then everyone must try and once again the raucous laughter erupts.

  Gratefully, Lenore announces it is time to cut the cake. Miss Chloe demonstrates the effectiveness of my bonds by merely slipping the leather loop at the end of the leash over the handle of a chair. So simple. So quick, yet I am held prisoner while ‘Happy Birthday’ is sloppily sung by the partially inebriat
ed group of feminine antagonists.

  Yes, I could attempt to crawl off, but in dragging the chair I would not get far, not even through the back door

  So I humbly remain kneeling, perched on the faux dog paws, pleased to be left alone.

  For the first time I have an opportunity to casually view my surroundings. I am glad to see that the pool area is encircled with a high fence. Under the guise of safety, the white, six foot high boards afford much privacy and I must wonder how many afternoons of sunlit perversity have passed here. Trees block the view from adjacent homes. There is however a house to the rear with a window overlooking the pool.

  Summer has ended and the women seem comfortable and familiar with the surroundings. This is not the first deviant gathering. Obviously in having a naked male moving about on a leash, Miss Lenore and the others are aware of the level of privacy and seclusion. Thus they frolic with impunity.

  In the rear of the yard, a gate provides an opening to an area behind the garage. This is where Miss Judy exited then returned with the bowl of water. I must assume she is a neighbor and thus the sole window to the rear is hers.

  I am heartened when coffee is served. Miss Judy politely declines and instead approaches where I meekly remain on all fours. She smiles and slips the leash from the chair handle. The walking stick is nearby and her right hand retrieves it.

  “Come Willie,” she smiling suggests, as if I have a choice.

  Though her voice is agreeable, her hand tugs quite firmly. Elbows and knees shuffle and I am led to the rear gate. With Miss Chloe opening gifts, few notice my departure.

  Whereas Miss Lenore’s back yard is well landscaped with flowers, hanging pots and well-tended shrubbery, we enter a barren stretch of ground in back of the garage. A neighboring garage abuts and the narrowness of the passage cuts out the daylight, inhibiting the growth of vegetation. Various garden tools suggest the otherwise useless alleyway has been designated for the storage of unsightly equipment.

  “Come, boy.”

  I am amazed that the paws continue to function well on compacted soil, I have no difficulty in being guided to the far end where, as suspected, the opposing opening leads to another yard.

  The firm hand draws up the slack on my leash.

  “Here. This is a good spot.”

  I stop. Miss Judy leans down, her smile turning devilish.

  “Left leg up. Place your paw on the garage wall. Be a good boy. You’ve had a lot of water and it’s late.”

  She taps my testicles as a reminder. Again, what choice do I have?

  “It’s best to lean on it, distribute your weight so it’s equal on your hind legs. Yes, such a good boy. Now up. Yes, come on, up.”

  Miss Judy lifts the leash with her left hand and the collar follows, encouraging me to raise my front paws. She taps away at the sensitive scrotal flesh and I awkwardly manage to balance myself, left rear paw on the garage wall, right rear on the soil, front paws in the air, her grip on my collar assisting with my balance.

  “Yes, that’s very good. Now you can go for me...yes right here...wet the dirt now. Be good.”

  I indeed have a full bladder as Miss Judy very well knows. But to perform such an intimate task before a woman!

  Chapter Seventeen

  Judy

  Our Willie does not know that I am a nurse and have had men perform for me in every conceivable position and posture. And yes, though he remains astoundingly engorged, I will teach him something about the male anatomy he probably does not realize. Urination while erect is possible; difficult, but possible.

  I’ll just tap away with the walking stick until he summons both the will power and the abdominal strength to open his little valve and let the contents flow.

  Such an amusing way to end the afternoon. Humbling the naked male, forcing him to expose himself in performing such an intimate function.

  Yet inwardly, young Willie so enjoys himself. I wonder if at his impressionable age he fully understands what Lenore quickly ascertained.

  This boy has incredibly deviant proclivities...latent...innate, but amazingly inherent in such a young male. And to Lenore’s friends, such licentious propensities can be facilely transformed to pleasingly effectuate a woman’s entertainment. An entire afternoon of entertainment.

  Well, Willie, sometimes it is best to learn these things early in life, I think to myself.

  And with that thought, my humbled, leashed doggie begins his flow. I suppress my laughter, I do not wish to break his concentration.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Willie

  With Miss Judy’s incessant tapping, I force myself to perform. I close my eyes and press, my abdominal muscles contracting to begin the commanded flow. So humiliating, yet I obey. Is it my bonds? My nakedness? Her stern hand holding up my collar? The mental trauma of having spent the afternoon crawling about to amuse a gaggle of odd women? What brings such obeisance?

  And yet I feel a glow in responding to her, meeting her challenge, performing like a trained animal. What is this sensation?

  The walking stick presses against my erection, adjusting the direction of my excretion. With eyes closed I did not realize the flow was streaming down the concrete wall of the garage. In feeling the effect of her hand, however indirectly, I open to gaze into the twinkling eyes of this curious woman. She is strong, exacting, and yet kind.

  “Keep pressing until it’s empty, Willie. Yes, that’s a good boy.”

  She speaks as if addressing a toddler during potty training. Authoritative, controlling yet motherly.

  I am glad it is only she. Though noticeably intrigued, Miss Judy is not laughing evilly as with the others. As opposed to the abject degradation enjoyed by the likes of Miss Beverly, Miss Judy is tender and caring, applying the walking stick as an inducement for behavior, which is beneficial to my being.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Lenore

  I spy Judy returning from behind the garage. The black and white face of our leashed human Dalmatian follows and he has a look of relief, as one who has been shot at and missed.

  Our pup thinks that with the darkness and the serving of coffee his afternoon is over. Well, Beverly is both intrigued and somewhat giddy with drink, and she is not one who ends a soiree with a simple anticlimactic ‘good night’ and a wave goodbye.

  “There’s our little beast.” she exclaims with mocked enthusiasm.

  “It’s time for Willie the dog to give the birthday girl a nice present. Let’s see what has he brought? I don’t see anything for her.”

  Beverly grabs the leash, which Judy knows to relinquish with a confident smile. The sizable woman gruffly tugs, dragging a comically crawling Willie toward Chloe. Even in the gloaming she looks radiant and though poor Willie has to shuffle elbows and knees with inordinate rapidity, he seems happy to once again be in Chloe’s proximity. When Beverly pulls back on the leash and commands ‘stay’, Willie promptly halts and looks up into the face of my angelic housemate. He is both infatuated and embarrassed, I am sure thinking of what smooth words he would be uttering to introduce himself in a more vanilla setting.

  “Well, what can a little puppy offer to show affection for his Master on her birthday.”

  Beverly pauses. I know that diabolical look. She can be incorrigible, and no one will dare correct her behavior, though I doubt any one is in the frame of mind to do so.

  “How about he shows her how he’s maturing? Our puppy is not as young as one thinks, Chloe.”

  With that Beverly again lifts Willie’s collar to raise his front paws and underbelly and flaunt his massive erection.

  “Ooooh, I think he’s in love with his Master, and he likes to show off. Want to show off pup? Show Miss Chloe that you’re really a big dog?

  Three fingers of Beverly’s powerful left hand slip under the collar. Her right hand releases the leash. She stoops and palms Willie’s penis which is exceedingly large and stiff; its still glistening purple head coated with smegma and well lit by the pool lights. />
  “Show Miss Chloe how much you adore her.”

  Though some guests have begun to leave, all return to view Beverly’s antics. She really knows how to end a party.

  Beverly expertly circles the uncut flesh of the frenulum and begins a slow up and down motion. There is laughter with Willie’s muffled groan of pleasure. Chloe smiles with delight. Willie rolls his eyes in disbelief.

  The party is not yet over.

  Chapter Twenty

  Willie

  Oh, this can’t be happening!

  Before a girl I would normally be seeking to date, this termagant is brazenly playing with my erection. And the crowd of women returns to observe her teasing hand.

  I mistakenly thought I was through for the day.

  I struggle futilely. Without use of hands and feet there is nothing I can do except face the beautiful blonde and humbly listen to the taunting words of Miss Beverly as she holds me up on my knees and strokes.

  Miss Chloe, the exquisite Miss Chloe watches with a look of enjoyment, seemingly enthralled with Miss Beverly’s notion that I wish to offer a present...a gift...a token of male esteem in the form of...of…what?

  She is masturbating me!

  “Yes, Chloe, you must feel the strength in this young organ; like steel! It is no wonder he displays it with such coyness. His face indicates shyness, but the engorged penis suggests otherwise.”

  She silently strokes. Up. Down. Up. Down. After a time, Miss Beverly’s knowing hand senses my pending climax. She painfully bends my rigid manhood downward toward the pool deck. I moan with the strange combination of pleasure and pain. Miss Beverly laughs.

  “Oh, no, not yet my canine friend. You need to obey your Master. Chloe will say when.”

  I am chagrined to find Miss Beverly is correct. Though I try in desperation to finally spew my seed, despite the humiliating setting of some dozen or more women, and end the mental torment, Miss Beverly’s hand controls. With the extreme angle, she awkwardly abridges any ability to ejaculate. Yet she dexterously continues to stroke and I must confess that her manipulation is superb.