FL-96 The Boy Breeders
The Boy Breeders
French Line
FL-96
Winthrop Shane
$1.75
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Excerpt
“You don’t mean these dogs are trained to… to…”
“To nurse at a man’s cock?” Jason helped him finish the question. “Yes, that is exactly what I mean. It will be part of your job to see that the lesson is learned well!”
Carl felt sick. He knew that Jason Benson had more in mind than bottle-feeding pups. A shudder ran through his body and he stepped back away from the counter. Jason only smiled and returned the pup to the kennel.
“There are other benefits of bottle training,” he continued, “which are even more in demand. Would you like to see a demonstration?”
Carl shook his head from side to side, but Jason ignored the movement and flipped the switch on a small wall intercom.
“Mario? Would you come to the lab, please.”
“I’ll hurry, boss, wouldn’t want to keep the lad waiting.”
Jason flipped the switch down. He turned back to Carl.
“Mario will be down shortly… meanwhile, I think it’s time we began your basic training.” Jason gestured toward his clothes. “Would you remove your clothing, please?”
Carl stared at him, not believing what his ears told him was true.
Jason busied himself at the counter preparing another nipple-capped bottle. Then he turned around.
“I thought I told you to take your clothes off.” His voice was harsh now, the painted-on smile of amusement gone. His voice cut into Carl’s hesitation like a steel saber plunged deep in his belly.
“What for?” Carl asked weakly.
“Never mind what for!” Jason’s eyes narrowed. His hand flashed out and cracked across his cheek, hard.
“Ohhhh!”
“When a dog refuses a command, he is whipped.” Jason pulled the long braided whip from the wall and tapped it impatiently into his other hand. “I hope it will not be necessary to demonstrate, Carl.”
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