tedbangor wrote:I said it about the last part and I'll say it again about this one.
GREAT STUFF
PS: will you do do illustrations as with your other story/s?
Thanks for the praise. I probably won't be doing illustrations for this story or most of the others just from sheer lack of time. It takes longer to get a worthwhile illustration done just right than it does to write the story it is meant for.
Part Four.Jake awoke early in the morning to the sound of his cage door being unlocked. His arms and shoulders suddenly ached from his hands being cuffed behind him all night, and this helped waked him up rather quickly.
He had expected to see Fred at the dog, but it was young Robin who now crouched in front of the now open cage door and beckoned him to come out; a leash for his collar in one hand. Evidently he was to be taken somewhere. Gathering his wits, Jake crawled out of the cage as best as he was able, assisted by the other boy in standing erect.
“I’m going to re-cuff your hands in front,†Robin told him as he wrapped a short chain around Jake’s waist like a belt and padlocked it in place. “Don’t try to fight me or try to get away.†Jake nodded agreement, and Robin unlocked one of the cuffs, placed Jake’s unresisting wrists in front of him, and re-cuffed him. He then padlocked the handcuffs to the chain belt so that Jake was unable to lift his arms. He would have liked a moment to stretch his muscles, but even having his wrists shifted to his front relieved a lot of the aches and pains he was feeling in his arms and shoulders.
Robin led Jake by a leash into the house, and over to a large metal shower stall at one end of the office. Fred and the older boy Martin had talked to (a 16-year-old named Tom) when he was brought to the kennel were waiting for them; like Jake but unlike Robin, they were clad only in Speedos. Tom took over for Robin, led a puzzled Jake into the shower, unlocked his handcuffs from the chain-belt, lifted Jake’s arm up over his head, and secured his handcuffs to a solid metal bar overhead. Then Fred closed the large shower curtain closed with the three of them in the shower, and Tom turned the water spray on.
Jake had never imagined having a shower with other boys in such circumstances; he was even shy about taking showers in the locker room after gym class with other boys around. But he had no choice now – not even when Fred and Tom lathered up Jake’s body with soap with their own hands and washed him off! There was nothing sexual about it; all were Speedos and they made no attempt to wash Jake – down *there*! But they washed him everywhere else quite thoroughly with as much clinical detachment as they would have washing a filthy dog; even washing Jake’s hair with baby shampoo. There was no teasing or mockery; the treated Jake as courteously as they would a cooperative dog too. Despite the humiliation of it all, Jake found himself quite aroused by the experience – especially when the shower water was shut off and the two older boys toweled him dry.
Jakes cuffs were released from the overhead head, and this time he was allowed to stretch his arms and ease the aches out a bit before his cuffs were re-attached to his chain belt. Tom pushed aside the curtain, and Robin was there waiting to escort him away. Rather than be taken to his cage however, Jake was stood in front of a table, where his wrists were secured to a thick ring set to the side of it. Robin then set a large bowl of oatmeal and a glass of juice (with a straw) in front of him, told Jake to eat what he could as he removed Jake’s gag, and began to walk away.
Drinking the juice without hands was easy enough thanks to the straw, but how was he supposed to eat his oatmeal without a spoon or his hands free enough to reach the bowl or his mouth? Did he dare to ask when he hadn’t been given permission to speak? But then Robin apparently remembered how new Jake was - or heard him quietly go “Huh?†– and told him with a smile, “Just stick your face down there and lick it up – like a dog.â€
Robin walked out, leaving Jake alone with his breakfast. Jake hesitated for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders and did what Robin said; his hunger was more important than preserving what shred of dignity he still had left. Of course he got quite a bit of oatmeal on his face rather than in his mouth, but there was quite a generous helping of it, and he was satisfied what he was able to get by the time Robin came back for him.
Robin wiped Jake’s face clean with a towel before replacing Jake’s gag and freeing his wrists from the table. Jake was led outside just as another white-uniform-clad boy he hadn’t seen here yet led another Speedo-clad boarder in on a leash. This boy was older than Fred but younger than Tom, but otherwise resembled them as greatly as Robin did and must also be a brother – the third one of those said to be in high school. This boy was
named Kevin. This left only the college-aged brother who ran the place as being the only one Jake (as far as he knew) had not met yet.
Robin led Jake outside and then stopped. “I’ll give you a choice,†Robin told him. “Nod your head if you want to go for a walk, or shake your head if you just want to go back to your cage.â€
Jake nodded his head without hesitation. Smiling, Robin led him out through the fence gate to the enclosed wooded area out back for a walk. Once they were out of sight again, Robin had Jake stop and then took his gag off. “There! Doesn’t that feel better? Now then, let’s talk. Anything you’d like to talk about?â€
Jake had gotten the impression from yesterday that Robin was reasonably friendly but reserved, but perhaps that was just when one of his older brothers was around. Now that it was just two 12-year-old boys alone, Robin seemed a lot friendlier without a hint of his former shyness. They were soon talking together like any two 12-year-old friends would, except that one was clad only in Speedos, handcuffed, hobbled, and being led around on a leash by the other boy.
Jake was more relaxed now that he could speak freely for a while, but mostly he asked questions about Robin and the kennel. He had never met any of Robin’s brothers before, as he did not attend high school yet, nor had he ever seen Robin at his school even though the boy must be his own age. Robin told him that he was being home schooled by his oldest brother Josh, who was his legal guardians while their parents were away. That was considered important, as he might find it difficult to keep his own schoolmates in cages or look them in the eye after they were released
Finally though the walk was over and Jake was re-gagged and returned to his cage until it was time for Fred to return for Jake’s training sessions.
TBC
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