He began by telling his captive that his name was being changed to Rex. Tony was a man’s name, and he had proven himself to be less than a man. From now on, he would think and act like a dog. He was told to stay on all fours at all times, except when doing his forced exercises, or when Mike needed him to stand up for some punishment or torture. His hands and feet were now referred to as paws. Mike went as far as to keep a flea collar around his neck at all times. Three times a day, Mike would attach leg and wrist irons to his dog’s limbs, put a choke collar around his neck, and lead him up the stairs and outside (always on all fours), where he’d trot the canine around, then let him do his “business”. Rex was trained to go over to the grass and sniff around the base of the trees before lifting his leg to piss. If he had to shit, he was to squat and do it in the same spot. Mike would then take a garden hose and use it to clean out his dog’s .

Mike went to a vet to find out which brands of dog‑food are the most nutritious. He then consulted with Bob to find the right combination of vitamins to mix into the dog‑food to keep Rex healthy. After the dog’s fur had grown back in, Mike would occasionally mix a raw egg into his food to keep his coat shiny. Rex was also occasionally given and other fluids necessary for his health, but the main liquid in his diet became Mike’s piss. Every day before he left for work, Mike would piss into Rex’s “water” bowl, and leave him a can of dog‑food in his food dish. At first, the broken captive couldn’t bring himself to ingest the vile stuff, but after a few days of hunger and punishment, he did it without hesitation. Mike bought several large thermoses, and always kept a couple of empty ones in his office. When he had to piss during the day, he’d do it into a thermos and then bring it home for Rex to drink. When he was at home, he’d always go downstairs to piss in Rex’s mouth when he had to relieve himself. Other than at business meetings when he had to be discreet, Mike hadn’t pissed into a toilet or urinal in almost 6 months.

Like the other slaves, Rex was only allowed to speak when spoken to. However, he was rarely allowed to speak English. He was trained to bark once for yes, and twice for no. If Mike needed to ask him something else, he was allowed to speak English, but Mike tried to limit his questions to those that only required yes/no answers. Rex went months at a time without speaking English. When the masters gathered together to gang‑bang him, Mike would entertain them by having Rex “beg” and “speak”. Rex would squat on his haunches, put his paws into a dog’s begging position, and bark repeatedly until Mike told him to stop. Mike would then pet his head, and scratch Rex behind the ears. Rex was trained to thank his master by licking his hand.

When he watched TV at night, Mike would often hog‑tie Rex, and have him lick his feet as he relaxed. If Rex was being a good boy, Mike would roll him onto his side with his feet, then stroke the dog’s cock with his toes. If he was a REALLY good boy, Mike would let him hump his leg, or the side of the couch, though he’d always be commanded to stop before he could come. Rex had not had an orgasm since his abduction.

Mike bought three different‑sized cages and varied which one he kept Rex in, depending on the dog’s behavior. The smallest one (the one he was in now) was too small to let Rex stretch out entirely, and always led to his muscles cramping painfully. The second one was 7′ x 4’x 4′ and gave Rex a little room to move. If he was a really good dog, he was put into the biggest cage, which was 8 feet long and 6 feet wide. It, too, was only four feet high, though. It didn’t need to be any taller‑‑ dogs never stand up straight, anyway. Rex was kept in his cage at night when he slept and whenever Mike was at work.

Mike went to an office‑supply store and bought several different sizes of the plastic rug‑protectors that you buy to shield your carpets from the wear and tear of chairs rolling on them. The underside of those rug‑protectors is covered with little plastic bumps that keep it from sliding all over the carpet. Mike cut the items to the proper shape and size to cover the bottom of each of the cages, and when Rex was a bad boy, Mike would put the plastic sheet bump‑side‑up into the bottom of his cage. No matter which way the dog would position his body, his weight would press down on them, and he’d be covered with painful indentations by the time Mike let him out.

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