New Beginnings

Rectal Feeding Part 2

Sir I enter the mini kitchen and grab the bucket containing the slurry mixture of all the foods the mutt refused to eat. Fucking mutt is about to learn It’s not a whole lot of the mixture but enough the mutts belly will be full and perhaps partially swollen when I’m done. 

I return to the mutt and drop the bucket in front of it, but it doesn’t react and looks as if it’s barely there. I squat down and look into its eyes and they’re blood shot red and look a bit off…Now I’m concerned and its breathing is heavier than before and the crying is more strained than normal. Fuck…and I doubt it’s faking it So I put two fingers on its neck to check its pulse, it’s a bit weak but not weak to where I think it might stop breathing.  I then take off the ballgag to help it breathe better as well

The mutt then faintly whispers, “Sir…please let me die..I’m so tired…”

“I won’t, you’re too good of a mutt to waste”

Now I have to rethink this last enema and consider the possibility of having to post-pone it but then I say fuck it and decide to put the mutt on its back and do it with its legs lifted up. 

“Alright, mutt I’m going to put you on your back.”

I undo the chains and cut the zip ties, it doesn’t protest at all, it’s like a rag doll at this point. 

I get two handcuffs and cuff its wrists to the side of the mattress using the second drilled hole in the mattress. 

But I’m not satisfied…so I leave the room again and grab a metal table out of storage and uncuff the mutt then bend it over and tie its hands and legs to the legs of the table. Now I’m satisfied and to give its ass an extra lift I put the mutts feet inside special made metal wedges that are designed to be uncomfortable and to give any mutt or sub extra height via adjustment of the movable wedge heel (up and down). 

Mutt/Z The table is cold…I can breathe a bit better and I’m still feeling scared and confused…I then feel something trickle down my legs and I feel ashamed…I’ve pissed myself in front of this man and now he’s gonna be angry. 

Sir I put back the mattress and the pillory. Now it’s just me, the pissy mutt and a table and a camera to record the final part of his punishment. 

“I'm pressing record and I just know your family will be happy to see you in ten years time”

“Sir…don’t do this to me or my family, I’ll give you anything..my bank number and my pin…” 

"Your wallet was never on you..."

I roll my eyes at the mutts stupidity and head behind the plastic and return with a Jennings gag and I hold the mutts nose to get the Jennings gag into its mouth. It resists till it eventually realizes it needs to breathe. Once it’s in, I hold the bucket in front of the mutt.

“Oh mutt…do you know what this is?”

Unintelligible noise

“Well mutt, it’s all the food blended together that you refused. But don’t worry poor mutt, you’ll be able to enjoy it tonight after I give it to you via rectal feeding. It won’t hurt…."

More unintelligible sounds come from it and I think I hear a sorry somewhere. 

Mutt/Z I scream and start pleading with my eyes and make some vain attempt at saying sorry…I feel just like a child learning the consequences of one’s actions for the first time..Vulnerable and needy like he wants , but all he does is rub my bald head and tell me that “It’s too late for regrets….” 

A part of me wishes it had been the other thing…that would’ve been more humane than this..

Sir  The mutt gives me its pleading face again but I move past it and place the bucket on the floor. I lube the rectal tubing and try to insert into its hole.It shakes violent and in attempt to move its ass out the way and even clenched its hole but I force my fingers into it and insert the tube. 

With the hard part over I attach a funnel to to end of the tube and slowly pour the liquified food into it and slowly watch it go down the tube and into its rectum. 

Mutt/Z It hurts so bad, I can feel it entering and filling my stomach. I clench my fist at the cramps and contraction type feeling inside of me. Then comes the swelling and the pressing of my stomach against the table. I’m basically a balloon in a tight area and I can’t escape. 

Sir Watching the mutt’s belly swell against the tale is exactly what I wanted for it. No comfort, no mercy just pain. It squirms and strains in pain which gives me a hard on and then I get an idea and I walked in front of the camera back turned and pull down my pants and pull out my cock and start jerking  The mutt closed its eyes and makes some dumb attempt at saying “No” but it continues its loud crying and whimpering with screams in between. 

I jerk faster and with each sound the mutt makes I can feel my load getting more and more full till I couldn’t hold it anymore…

The look on the mutt’s strained face was that of terror as my cum shot into its open mouth and onto its face. It’s screams and grunts turning into more animalistic ones. 

Final

It’s been nearly half an hour into its feeding and the liquified food is finally gone. I yank the tube out and using a wet cloth I wipe its hole and go to my work table to grab a beginner butt plug. I don’t show the show the mutt what it is and then I add a small amount of lube before inserting it. The mutt groans but doesn’t buck this time, its energy gone for the day I assume. Once the plug is fully in, I grab my black electrical tape off my table and tear a strip and apply it onto the plug. I want to keep much of what was fed to it in there. 

I stand back and look at it before untying it. It’s face red, covered with my cum and mouth drooling with spit and cum, unnatural groans coming from it and of course those green eyes filled with terror and tiredness. Its body withering in pain and belly swollen still straining against the table. I then walk behind and inspect it’s ass and it’s still red from the spanking. A part of me wants to leave it there to rest but I won’t be so cruel since there’s a lot more of my cruelty to go around. 

I untie the mutts arms and hind legs and order it to stay in it’s laying position on the table. It groans and doesn’t move. I go behind the plastic and unlock my big metal locker containing more toys and gags and also diapers. I grab a diaper and then a plastic cup from my work station. 

Mutt/Z The feeding is over and I’m beyond tired…my body feels broken as if a lorry has ran me over. My bum has something in it and it hurts so much as if someone has their hands in it and ripping it apart. I wish I could dig it out…And then there’s the taste of the man’s load mixing with my saliva. It’s disgusting, with a salty taste and the texture is watery. All I can do know is think of Angie swallowing my semen and how she doesn’t know I’m on the receiving end of someone’s cock by force.  I almost find myself wanting to laugh at it all but in the end I’m ashamed that I received another man’s semen and I eventually know the man is going to want more of me. 

I watch the man return from behind the plastic carrying an adult diaper and cup. He orders me to continue laying down on the table and then he goes behind me and order me to put my hind legs into the diaper. I do so and he pulls up them quickly and gives me a semi-wedge. He then pulls the side tabs to tighten it and tells me how good it looks on me. I feel even more ashamed. 

Sir  With the mutt’s diaper secure for it’s soon to be sleep time, I use the cup to scoop out the saliva and semen mixture for its food mixture. It coughs a little when I do so and I pat its head and tell it to stop being so dramatic. As for the dried semen on its face, I leave it on there as a mark. 

With its diaper tightly on and my cup full, it’s time to chain the mutt and put it back in it’s locked room in the barn basement. 

Stand

The man orders me to stand up straight and to put my paws behind my back. I do so and my swollen stomach is relived to not be pressured against the table. I can barely stand and whatever is in my ass hole hurts with every moment. 

The man cuffs my wrist behind me and my ankles, afterwards he finally removes this metal device out of my mouth. I try and spit whatever is left of that saliva and semen out my mouth, but the man quickly puts his right hand over my mouth tightly and tells me to swallow, I don’t want to and then he uses his left hand to pinch my nose. I don’t fight it and swallow what's in my mouth and it goes down like a thick milkshake. I gag and retch and bend over once the man releases his hand. I’m coughing hard and crying in between. 

I then feel a jolt of electricity and scream. The man has hit me with his electric stick and orders me to stand up straight. I obey and look him straight in the eye but he’s unmoved by my actions.  

“Sir, I’m sorry…” 

I don’t even know what I’m apologizing for and maybe that’s the mutt in me who’s trying to come out and overtake Zac…

Back home

The mutt goes back quietly to its locked room and once unhooded I stop it from lying down and I point at the dog cage in the middle of the room with a puppy pad inside, 

“That’s where you’ll be sleeping for the next few days, till I decide you’ve been a good boy. I know it’s smaller than the one I kept you in on your first day here  but you’ll get used to it and if you continue to be disobedient, the cage will get smaller and smaller. Nod if you understand?”

The mutt nods slowly and I ordered it into the cage and it gets on all fours and slowly crawls into the cage, it’s face grimacing in pain before it curls up into a fetal position. 

I’m satisfied and I decided to leave the mutt un-gagged in case it throws up but eventually as it gets used to the hard training and punishments I won’t be so kind and it’ll have to learn to control its gag reflex’s and regulate it’s own nausea. 

“Alright mutt, when I wake you up you’re going to clean your shit up on the squatting toilet and then it’ll be PowerPoint time, where I show you the rules for the mutt and gimp. Then maybe I’ll be kind and feed you afterwards.”

It gives me a faint “Yes, Sir” and I walk away leaving the mutt to think about its actions. Meanwhile I’m exhausted and head to my farmhouse to get some sleep myself.  I look at the clock as I enter the living room and it’s almost 4:30 a.m. Shit…well time does past when you’re having fun.

Once dressed for bed, I check my phone and go to my surveillance app to check in on the mutt (sound on) and its sobbing like it normally does. So I turn on my phone mic and tell the mutt via the speakers, “The quicker you accept your fate the less tears you’ll shed.” It doesn’t react at all at first but then it sobs louder and I tap out the app and set my alarm for 9:00 a.m…There’s so much to do these upcoming weeks…

Concern IV

Bennie couldn’t sleep, the past few days had made it impossible to do. What sleep he did get he was plagued with thoughts of his baby brother being held captive somewhere. He just felt useless and today wasn’t going to be easy, his family decided to hold a vigil at their local church for Zac. The goal was raise awareness of Zac’s disappearance and get volunteers for the upcoming searches near the wooded areas not too far from Zac’s flat. The police where also planning to come by the vigil to scan the crowd for potential suspicious individual/s who might have taken Zac. 

It was all too much to think about so he went to the kitchen and poured himself some whiskey and went to the photos of him and his brother on his phone. With tears building up he swiped through them till he couldn’t bear it. Zac please be ok, mum, dad and I are going to bring you home, just hang in there a little while longer.