New Beginnings

Past midnight

Enema 

10/12/12

*Mutt/Z* I managed to get the thought of my failed suicide attempt out of my head briefly, Focus…you can’t lose focus but seeing the man carrying a tin bucket with some type of hose attachment made me go back to that night…Why did you check on me that night dad  

*Sir* 

The mutt was sobbing when I re-entered the room. With bucket in hand to start its enema I wasted no time getting the warm water and saline mixture together and attaching the bucket to a IV stand without wheels. 

But before I could lube up the first rectal tube, I decided to clean up the mutt’s hole a bit and check its tightness.  

I wiped away the cracked fecal matter surrounding its hole and inserted two of my fingers (double gloved) using my right hand, into it. It was extremely tight and the mutt screamed and tried to clenched its hole. “Don’t worry mutt, after a year you’ll be able to receive a whole fist without blinking.” 

That only upset it more and it began again trying to buck its ass upwards. I then gave a shock by the cattle prod. 

It went limp a bit and I applied a generous amount of lube to the rectal tube, and slowly inserted into its hole and pushed it far into its rectum and lower colon that it could go. All I had to do now was to get the fluid moving…

*Mutt/Z* 

I feel like I’m being ripped apart from the inside and I’m angry What’s taking the police and my family so long to find me…I can’t get out of this stock device and I can barely breathe with this nose hook plus the amount of salvia I’m having to swallow makes me feel like I’m drowning. What did I do to deserve this And now I feel a warm liquid slowly trickle into my asshole and make its way through my rectum and what I assume to be my colon…Fuck…I don’t like this…there’s no need for this…why is this man doing this to me…mum…dad…Bennie please find me  I scream into my gag loudly than ever before….

*Sir* 

I took away the mirror and sat in front of the mutt to watch its face as the enema did its work. Those green eyes were red and caked with dried tears and filled with fresh ones.

 “You want Master to dry its eyes?” it nodded yes.

 “And after that would you want Master to take off the tape and gag and give it water?”  

It nodded yes again and I gave it a good slap and spit in its face, 

“That’s what Zac wants, not what the mutt wants…the mutt takes what master gives and appreciate its.”  

Thirty minutes later the water mixture was empty and I checked the lower part of the mutts stomach and it was swollen. Good, time to flush this mutt out I poked it and the mutt just groaned. 

I undid the leg spreader bar and then took off the top part of the pillory, the mutt didn’t move so I lifted its arms in an attempt to stand it up and it just started falling towards me as if I was going to catch it and cuddle it. I moved out the way and it fell face downward. “Get up mutt!” It struggled and when it was on all fours I told it to crawl to the squat toilet. 

*Mutt/Z* My stomach feels like it’s going to burst and now I have to crawl. Make the pain stop God, please I move my left hand first and then I fell something heavy…the man is sitting on me…I buckle and fall but the man hits me with something and orders me back up and to crawl. I can’t do it anymore and I lay there and close my eyes deciding to take what ever electric shock or beating I was going to get. FUCK HIM 

*Sir*  I’ve seen weaker mules do better than this mutt. So pathetic It seems it’s giving up for now, so I drag it to the squat toilet that’s behind the plastic and sit it up on top of it. I then remove the harness gag and take scissors to the tape, it leaves a dark red mark on its lips and cheeks. And as it heaves out spit I use a nearby cup to catch it because it’ll be refrigerated and used as mixture for the mutts food.  

“You should try squatting for when your bowels empty, this isn’t a western type toilet.  And if you do squat and don’t fall I’ll be more likely to set up your water feeder must faster.” 

 It took heavy breathes and just said “Fuck you” in a low tone. It didn’t try and move, it just sat there. 

Ten min later, it started groaning and clutching its stomach and crying and asking God to take away the pain. I didn’t interfere right away, as I was curious to see what the mutt would do next.  It made a feeble attempt at squatting and tried to hold itself against the wall but it’s a flat wall and there’s no handle attached to it. It then looked at me and whispered, “Help me Sir??” 

“Help you Zac? Sure.” 

I pulled out my remote and it quickly got in a squatting position and leaned its back against the wall, from that position half of its shit would miss the toilet and gather against the wall, Fucking dumb mutt and doesn’t even realize it’s not wearing its collar but I didn’t protest because I would leave it for the mutt to clean whenever we got done. 

*Mutt/Z*

I can feel my stomach churning and it’s painful, Dear God, I just need you to just make this situation better and help the police find me the best I can do is clutch my stomach and cry . Then I feel it, my bowels are moving and I just have to try and bear it. 

The shit won’t stop coming and leaning against the wall to squat is uncomfortable and it makes everything messy. I fall a few times in my own waste as well. I can’t take this  The entire time the man watches through his breathing respirator mask, no emotions at all. 

*Sir*  I should made it a pig perhaps, it seems to enjoy being in its own mess. The mutt is covered in its own shit and as much water and saline went into it I don’t expect the flow of its shit to stop, giving more ample to time to wallow in it. 

Finally after what felt like 30 minutes the mutt stomach had deflated a bit and the flow of its shit had decreased and soon it stopped.  

I looked at it, its green eyes averting my gaze. “Get on your fours and crawl to the mini shower on the side of the room!” it did so without protest. Then I flushed what made into the squat toilet and observed what didn’t go in..the poor mutt has so much to clean. 

*Mutt/Z*  I keep telling myself it’s just mud but the smell won’t let me and I promptly throw up once I get into the tiny stall and use my hands to scrape it down the drain before the man sees.  I look around to see if anything can be used a weapon but no, the shower head and hose is way too far up for me to reach on all fours and whatever he has near the shower is covered in black tarp. Fuck It all feels claustrophobic. 

*Sir*  I expected the mutt to speak when I approached but it kept quiet and flinched a little when the cold water hit it. 

“Stand up and put your paws onto the wall.” 

It looked confused but it obeyed and I hosed it down, then I told it to spread its cheeks and it also obeyed. I made sure to wash away all the filth and even used my same two fingers to poke up the mutts ass to see if it was clean and it was to my satisfaction. 

“Get on all fours again and go the pillory”  

*Mutt/Z* I didn’t feel refreshed, just tired, extremely sore and cold. The man wasn’t letting up and I didn’t want to know what he was going to do next. Please just put me back in my tiny cell  But that thought was short lived when he ordered me back into the pillory. Now I feel the need to beg the man for mercy, so I swallow my pride and in my meek voice I ask…

“Sir…this isn’t Zac asking, but a human being…I just need to rest.”

“You poor dumb mutt, Zac is a human being. But I’ve only owned you for half a week so I can understand its failure and disobedience to differentiate between the two for now.”

My face burns and the tears start falling, 

“Why are you doing this to me? Why did you choose to stalk me? I just want to go back to my old life…there’s plenty of people who I would enjoy this treatment consensually….”

The man cuts me off by saying, “Where’s the fun in that mutt? And I told you already why I’m doing this? I’m bettering your life and for you to be free from the world and only care about being loyal to your master because it’ll know it will be taken care off. That’s all anyone wants, even you mutt.”

“Fuck you, my life is fine and it was how I wanted it. I don’t want to be taken care, not by you or anyone else.”   

The man sighs and smirks, “But Angie was taking care of you and I got the feeling your older brother Ben or whatever he is called was too. Face it mutt, without support you’d be an even more lonely person.”

“Don’t you dare mention Angie or my family…the amount of pain you’re putting them through when you know you could stop it doesn’t give you that right. I hope you rot in hell! And I promise when the police find me and you go to trial, I’ll see that you get life or close to it.”  

*Sir*  It appears I got the mutt riled up and thinking so I give it a good kick in the stomach and order it up. It refuses and says “fuck you” over and over…By now I’m tired of the mutt's antics and I grab my cattle prod off the table and poke it. It curls up in pain and I strike it again and again…

After a brief struggle to get the weak mutt back into the pillory I can now proceed with the rectal feeding.