ablutions

for a little while we knelt in our cages communicating our desire for each other as best we could. our hands, shackled and locked into the padded mits, prevented any real contact, though we did manage to touch across the gap between our cages. eventually, we tired of the effort and the frustration. my brother indicated he wanted to rest. in the gloom i saw his body was brown, though his muzzle prevented me seeing much of his face. we both settled down and somehow were able to doze a while.

i awoke to the sensation that i needed to shit. my brother dog was already on his hands and knees (sitting properly, as we found was almost impossible with the tail fixed into our buttplugs). he grunted at me and i joined him in this position. within a few seconds, the sound of our master entering the dungeon got louder and light flooded our cell.

master unlocked our collar chains and then the cage doors and gestured us out. dog leashes were reattached and we were taken one on each side of him to the far end of the dungeon where a further tiled room, smelling of disinfectant, opened out. in a corner of the room was a drain, next to it taps and showering apparatus. master ordered us to back to the drain and immediately set about removing the tails and plugs.

of course, as soon as the plug was removed, i felt my bowels empty with that farting, spewing sound that always happens after the arse has been plugged for any long period. gasping in relief as i squatted over the drain and expelled the waste, i heard master say, "First time, I'll make some allowance for your inexperience, but if you ever again shit before I instruct you, you'll find your arse plugged for a week!" i was crestfallen. my first mistake. i glanced at my brother, who was still squatting over the drain, shaking with the stress of holding back. just then i felt the lash again, several times on my buttocks and back. "And don't think making an allowance doesn't mean you don't get punished, or that mutt doesn't share the punishment!" now i was devasted. master then signalled the boy to shit.

i then felt the cold nozzle of the douche shoved into me and the sudden pressure of the water. trembling on my hands and knees, desperate not to squirm and get more punishment, i could only squeal into my muzzle until the ordeal was over and it was mutt's turn.

duly washed out and cleaned, we are dragged back into the middle of the dungeon. again, large amounts of lube were slapped in to me and then master then set about unchaining me completely which began to make me nervous. while still on all fours, he ordered me forward onto the little padded podium and began immediately to push a very large plug into me. then ordering me to sit. i could hardly sit properly with the pain of the plug deep in my gut. swiftly the rigid irons were placed between my feet and my wrists and ankles quickly secured. my muzzle was removed and a leather hood whipped over my head and zipped and tightly laced. even at this stage, i was trembling with the sensations in my bowel and the restrictions of my bondage. a hard rubber bit was forced into my mouth and then i felt a hard object placed over my head, a metal head cage, locked and weighing heavily on my neck. the sound of chain clanking only further added to my anxiety. my head was suddenly pulled from its natural inclination to flop forward as the chain was attached to the top of the head cage and pulled. i screached in the cage as my body was pulled upwards and the consequential movement increased the pressure on my plug as i sat directly on it now with no ease.

as if this was not enough, another, heavier collar was locked around my neck, and i felt sharp spikes as it was pulled forward by another chain. suddenly the hot pain of lashes on my back and shoulders descended. i don't know how many, not severe, but enough to make me heave in helpless sobs. it was over quickly. a voice in my ear, " I told you, you would be punished. you'll stay like this and remember next time!"

i sat in this unendurable agony in my limbs and arse and heard the muffled sounds of my brother being beaten.

then silence again and the agonizing wait for my punishment to end