Penis Trainer - PART 2:

Part 2 of Penis Trainer

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Bill removed the vibrator from my still pulsing organ and then milked 
my penis squeezing out the last of my semen into the glass. 

"Gotta make sure I get all of your cream. Never know when some of 
this slick liquid might come in handy!" Bill said as he milked my 
organ from base to tip with a heavy squeeze of his big fingers.

"Now, little puppie, I want to get a quick measurement before you go 
all soft." Bill pulled a tape measure off from his belt and quickly 
measured my penis. "Eight and a half inches. Not realy big, not real 
small. But enough to be interesting and certainly enough to merit 
being properly trained!" 

Having said that Bill pulled the swollen purple glans of my penis 
downward and let it go. "Thwaack!" it slapped my shaved belly with a 
resounding noise that echoed throughout the barn. "Still nice and 
stiff, I see. I'm going to save your next load for my company 
tonight. We have other things to do now to get you ready for your 
first puppie obedience class. Penis training 101!" Bill said as he 
began to cover my legs, arms, chest, armpits, back and buttocks with 
shaving cream. 

"I want you clean of all of your man hair so everyone can get a clear 
view of your body. After all, I know it's important to you to put on 
a good show for everyone. I know you will want to experience as much 
humiliationa dn embarrassment as you can. It's obvious you are 
aroused by it. I'll give you all you need!" Bill said as he continued 
to shave my dangling naked body.

I finally worked up enough nerve to try to talk. My mouth was very 
dry as I croaked out my question. "What are you going to do to me?"

Bill kept on shaving as he asked, "You really liked what I did 
already didn't you? After all, you shot your hot semen into my glass 
for me. I really enjoyed your show and want to see more. You liked it 
didn't you?" Bill growled out the last three words and squeezed my 
scrotum firmly.

Pain shot upwards from my compressed testes as I blurted out, 
"Yessss, yes! I liked it, I liked it!"

Bill released my testicles and patted my buttocks like you would a 
dog's head when he had done something right. Then he continued to 
shave the rest of my body.

"I like the fact you are quiet. You're more puppy like. You're like a 
piece of fresh meat, a hanging penis with a body attached. At least I 
won't be telling you to 'shut up' all the time. Remember, quiet is a 
good thing. Also, I want you to remember to stare at your crotch or 
look down, don't let me catch you looking into the eyes of those I 
invite to enjoy your shows. Understand?" Bill growled and grabbed my 
testicles again. 

"Yes!", I moaned involuntarily, "I will only look at myself or the 
ground." 

When Bill finished shaving me he put a ball harness on my testicles. 
The black leather device had several snaps and was made up a series 
of straps. I felt Bill's hands on my testicles grasping my sac and 
pulling it downward. 

"Nice big balls, puppie, I need to work 'em low in your bag so I have 
room to get this training harness on. Just breathe deep and relax. 
think about your balls hanging far away from your body on a hot 
summer day. That'll help with the discomfort you're feeling about 
now." Bill said as he continued pulling my scrotum downward away frm 
my crotch.

When he had stretched my sac as far as it would go, Bill quickly 
wrapped a one of the leather straps around my sac skin imprisoning my 
right testicle, then he wrapped another strap around the sac skin 
just above my left testicle imprisoning it in its own little skin 
sac. I heard snaps pop shut as the device was fastened securely to my 
scrotum. 

"Well, I've got your balls separated and neatly fastened in their own 
sections of your ball bag and now I think I'm going to put a sac 
stretcher on you."

Bill showed me a black leather cyliner with ten large silver snaps 
running up the side of it as he explained,  "You see your balls will 
be at this end in their own sections and your crotch where your penis 
comes into your body will be at this end. This sac stretcher will 
stretch your sac about four inches out from your body." 

With that, Bill bagan pulling my sac down again. He gripped my 
imprisoned balls and pulled down, tugging them away from my body, 
stretching my sac more and more. Pain from the pressure on my 
testicles shot up into my groin and I groaned out loud.

"You like this don't you? I hear passion and arousal in your moans! 
My friends will really enjoy watching you get your penis trained! I 
had my eyes on you from the first time we met at the club. I watched 
you in the showers and in the steam room. You probably don't know it 
but I watched your penis get erect in the steam room one time. I saw 
it bobbing around as you tried to cover it up. I knew you were into 
humiliation then. I wanted to add you to my little kennel here, 
you're going to make a good little puppie." Bill said as he fastened 
the ball stretcher around my stretched sac.

"One, two, three," Bill counted the snaps as he closed them holding 
my stretched scrotum in place a full four inches below my crotch. "By 
the way, did you notice the steel rings attached to the ball 
separators? They are part of a harness system that will be used to 
guide you during you upcoming show - works kinda like a horse's bit - 
only a 'bit' better!" Bill laughed as he stepped back to survey his 
handiwork. "Black leather tac suits you just fine! Wow you got a nice 
set of testes there puppie, we're going to have a lot of fun watching 
and working them."

Bill released the ankle restraint then lowered my feet back to the 
hay covered floor of the barn. He released my wrists and placed a  
spiked wide black leather collar around my neck.

"Get down on all fours little puppie" he said. 

I got down on my hands and knees on the hay. Bill snapped a six foot 
leather lead onto my collar.

"Heel!" he said as he sharply jerked the collar. I had no choice but 
to crawl on my hands and knees along his left side, naked with my 
testicles in a leather bondage harness. 

Bill lead me to a kennel made from concrete block up to a height of 
eight feet. He opened the cyclone fence gate, removed the leash and 
tapped my naked buttocks with his boot as he said, "Get inside little 
puppie. You'll need some rest before the show tonight."

I crawled inside the kennel. There was a blanket, a stainless steel 
water pan and a bowl of what looked like beef stew. 

"Now eat up, drink some and rest. And, oh if you have to piss or crap 
go through the flapper door and out into your kennel run area 
outside. I expect you to piss like a puppie, lifting your leg and 
letting your dangling penis squirt urine on your selected target. you 
will also shit like a puppie does - staying on all fours, rock back 
slightly and let your bowel movement flow out naturally. Eveything, 
and I mean everything is being recorded on video cameras. Any 
deviation from 'doggie style' will be severely punished" Having given 
me his final instructions Bill locked my kennel and walked out of the 
barn.

I was happy to have some time to myself, even though my every move 
was being recorded, after my recent sexual experiences. I examined 
the harnesses Bill had put on my gonads and elected not to touch or 
manipulate them for fear he was watching and would do worse to me. I 
drank some water and noticed it had a faint chemical taste but I was 
thirsty and I ate all of the stew. 

After exploring all of the inside of my "kennel run" I crawled on my 
hand and knees, "doggie style" out through the rubber flapping dog 
door. the outside was a fully enclosed dog run with concrete block 
sides, cyclone fenced roof and cyclone fence locked gate at the end. 
I could see out through the gate only to the hedge that was about 
eight fee away and totally blocked any other view of the outside. 
Suddenly I felt a strong urge to urinate. I looked around and sure 
enought there was a video camea just above my run focused down on the 
whole area. I had no choice. I walked to the side of the kennel, 
lifted my left leg, and without touching my dangling penis I urinated 
on the wall. Some of my yellow fluid splached beack on my legs and 
stocmach but I found myself not minding it at all. Matter of fact I 
was getting aroused by the animal I was becoming. I went back inside, 
laid down on my blanket, and slept dreaming about the possibilities 
of what was to come later on that evening!