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_More shameless, sadistic smut added to the first story series I uploaded here. :)

After reading the last chapter, a lot of people thought the main character was maimed, or severely injured. This is not the case. I regret that my use of visceral descriptive diction might have implied a much greater level of physical harm than there actually was. The main character is still very much in one, fully-functional piece. He just got roughed up a bit.

To those who are still fans of this series. (If there are any left.) Please enjoy. :-)_

It was the psychology of it, Josh had decided.

It was two days after the incident at Donovan's house. He was lying on Paul's bed, the sound of the ocean grinding itself into the land lulled him into a state somewhere between lucidity and wakefulness - where one is mostly conscious, but time has little meaning. He knew only that it was mid-morning, and that Paul had gone out to run some errands.

His ribs still hurt a little bit, and his neck was bruised. It would probably look pretty bad if it wasn't covered in thick canine fur. Still, the lingering aches were only a very small reminder of the pain he'd endured. His ribs would probably stop hurting in a few days time, and his neck wouldn't take much longer. Pain fades like mist in the wind when no actual damage is done, and only the memory of it remains. No, it isn't pain alone that defines punishment. It's the psychology of it.

Josh had been scared by what had happened to him at Donovan's place. He lay on the lawn for what seemed like a very long time - crying from the multiple injustices his body had endured. After an age lying in the dim, semi-overcast sunlight, Paul removed both his gag and his handcuffs.

"Okay boy, we're going home."

The gag was gone. He could have told Paul that he'd had enough - that Paul had gone too far. He didn't, though. He could have got onto his feet and run away. He didn't, though. He had carefully got onto all-fours and silently plodded along beside his master, back into the tiny cage in Paul's car.

It had been two days since then, and they were still playing The Game. Why? Josh had been genuinely scared by the abuse he'd suffered that day. He was scared of what Paul could (and probably would) do to him if they continued playing.

Maybe it was because he liked being scared.

It was strange to think of it like that, but it was true. Josh was more of a masochist than most masochists are - more of a masochist than he actually thought he'd been before the previous weekend. Most masochist's derive pleasure from low levels of physical pain... Most submissive masochist's have their master's spank them until they don't like it any more, and then they tell them to stop.

Josh was different. For him, it was more than just the physical pain. He wanted more than just behaving submissively to Paul, but actually wielding great control over how far Paul would take it. That felt farcical to him. Josh enjoyed the feeling of genuinely losing control... Of being gagged, and being unable to tell his master that he was going too far. He enjoyed going too far, and being unable to stop it. He enjoyed the fear that inevitably came from being unable to stop the abuse. He enjoyed feeling totally helpless and frightened. He was a true psychological masochist as well as a physical one.

Of course, things weren't totally beyond his control. For much of the time, he wasn't gagged. He could tell Paul that he'd had enough, and he knew that Paul would respect his wishes.

But when Paul was about to take Josh beyond his limits, Josh was usually gagged. When he was most likely to break under the pressure, he couldn't yell for Paul to stop. This scared him, but it excited him too. Rationally, he knew that Paul wouldn't actually do anything too bad. He wouldn't maim him, or do anything stupidly dangerous. But fear often doesn't bend to the will of rationality. Wasn't being suspended by the neck dangerous, even if it was only for a few moments? It was this fearful uncertainty which appealed to Josh's deepest psychological masochism. This was why he was still lying naked on Paul's bed with a leather collar around his neck, two days after abuse which he would surely have begged his master to stop if he'd had the ability to at the time.

Josh snapped fully awake as he heard keys rattling outside the apartment door. His master was back. He clambered off the bed and shuffled his way to the front door as fast as he could on all-fours, his tail wagging out of genuine excitement.

He "sat" on the cold tiles of the entrance hall, as a non-anthro dog is wont to do. (He was getting better at it, but it will always feel awkward for someone with an anthropomorphic skeleton.) His naked balls rested lightly against the cool porcelain - a most unnatural feeling, but yet another that he was beginning to get used to.

"Hey Josh! Did you miss me?"

Paul entered awkwardly, carrying several plastic shopping bags in his big feline paws.

Josh's bushy collie's tail brushed rapidly across the cold tiles. His tongue lolled out of his muzzle as he grinned stupidly at Paul. He whimpered and whined out of puppyish joy at seeing his master's return - joy which was only partly play-acting.

Paul dumped his shopping in the kitchen before kneeling down in front of his dog and letting him lick his face. He ruffled Josh's silky ears with one big paw while caressing the border collie's white chest which the other. Josh playfully licked his face as he did this. The taste of Paul's face-wash lingered on Josh's tongue, but this sort of thing doesn't deter a real dog, and so Josh kept licking - his tail wagging so hard that it made his nude bum wiggle against the kitchen floor.

"There's a good boy."

Paul poured some dry kibbles into Josh's big silver bowl. Josh ate them with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. The kibbles still tasted awful, and they left a horrible slimy residue in his muzzle. He wasn't given many of them, though, and besides... His master would be most displeased if Josh didn't eat them all like a good doggy. At least he got tap-water to wash it down. He quickly finished the dry kibbles and looked up at his master expectantly - even licking the last few crumbs off his lips.

"Guess what, boy? We're going to have lots of fun today. We're going to start obedience training!"

Josh looked up into his master's smiling face - a dog's panting grin painted on his muzzle as he lazily wagged his tail. His demeanour belied his feelings, however. He felt a cool sliver of apprehension at his master's announcement. He didn't know what obedience training would entail, exactly, but he had a strong hunch it would involve pain somewhere. He hadn't been punished since Donovan's house, and he knew he was overdue for some rough treatment.

"It's time we start conditioning you into a pet that Daddy can be proud of. Daddy loves you very much, and wants you to be the best little dog that you can be."

In conversing with his pet, Paul seemed to alternate between this type of sugary baby-talk, and occasional frightening anger.

Josh padded after his master as he made his way into the living room and sat down on a couch. The border collie squatted on the floor in front of his master and laid his head down on the lion's knee, looking up mournfully into Paul's eyes.

"There are tricks that every good dog should know. Do you want me to teach them to you?"

Josh wagged his tail to indicate his enthusiasm.

"Okay. Now, you remember that nice whip Daddy bought for you?"

Josh felt a tinge of dread. Yes... He remembered that whip. He'd only recently stopped feeling the lines it had left under his fur, and it had been used on him four days ago.

"That whip is an important tool for me to help you become a better dog."

Josh struggled to keep his tail wagging as his master stroked his head. He felt dread begin to build inside him, accompanied by the dark excitement that only masochists feel when they know they're about to be hurt.

"Now, good masters whip their dogs often. Only bad masters wait for their pets to be naughty before whipping them. If a puppy still feels the burn of the whip on their skin, they are less likely to be naughty in the first place!"

Josh whined softly under his breath. It was impossible to avoid punishment. No matter how good he was, he'd still be punished. He felt his dick begin to harden, and poke itself gingerly from its white sheath.

"Only perfect dogs don't have to be whipped. There's no such thing as a perfect dog, boy."

Paul stopped stroking Josh's head.

"There is such a thing as a good dog, though. You want to be a good dog, don't you?"

Josh wagged his tail hard and panted - his tongue lolling out the side of his muzzle.

"Good dogs don't wait for their masters to whip them. When a good dog can't feel the cuts from his last whipping any more, he begs his master to give him another one."

Josh whined. He tilted his head and looked at his master quizzically.

"Go and fetch Daddy the whip he bought for you."

Josh could feel his heartbeat now - the rising dread of what was to come. He knew that to disobey would be very foolish, however. He knew that his master would make it much worse for him if he didn't fetch him the whip.

He padded into the 'toy room', and quickly spotted the instrument of his punishment hanging from a low hook on the wall. He pulled it from its mounting with his teeth, and carried it in his jaws back to where Paul was sitting.

"Now beg like a good doggy."

Josh reluctantly assumed the begging position - sitting back on his haunches and tucking his paws under his chin. He cocked his head to one side and wagged his tail half-heartedly. The whip dangled down his front... He felt its single leather tail bump against his now almost fully-erect penis.

"Aww, such a good little puppy."

Paul leaned forward and cuddled his pet.

"Begs his master to whip him. Okay, boy. Remember that you should go get the whip and come beg for me to use it on you every few days. If Daddy has to remind you, you'll be whipped much more harshly than if you come ask like a good puppy."

Paul got to his feet and made his way to the toy room. Josh padded along after him, the short leather whip still trailing from his muzzle. His heart thudded with anticipation. The fact that he was expected to beg for his punishment, and carry the instrument of it in his own muzzle was very degrading.

Paul directed Josh to the centre of the toy room and gently took hold of the whip from his muzzle.

Josh knew what to do. He knelt under the loop attached to the ceiling while Paul affixed a dog's muzzle around his face. This muzzle was a bit different to normal dog muzzles. The tough leather forced his maw closed around a hard steel bar about a centimetre in circumference. Paul tightened it so that he was forced to bite down painfully on the cold, hard bit - his muzzle forced to stay slightly open. Once again, when he was mostly likely to break under the pressure, he was unable to beg his master to stop the torture.

His leather collar was replaced with the choke-chain, and the attached rope was feed through the loop above him to a pulley.

"Paws inside the chain, boy."

Once again, the pulley was turned until Josh's knees were about to lift from the floor. His paws jammed painfully under his chin stopped his trachea from closing completely, but he still wheezed to breath through his constricted windpipe. His neck still ached from his brief suspension at Donovan's, and his teeth were forced painfully against the hard steel in his mouth.

Paul swiftly set about flogging his pet, as he'd done when they first started playing The Game. Josh started off just grunting, but soon he was yelping through his constricted muzzle with each strike across his shoulder blades and lower back. The short single-tail would probably leave ugly blood-filled welts if it was used on naked skin, but Josh's thick silky fur absorbed a lot of its energy. Nevertheless, it left a burning, lingering line of fire wherever it fell. Josh felt welts rise on his skin, but his thick fur made them invisible.

Paul didn't count the lashes he inflicted upon Josh, and the collie was in no position to do so himself. His master just kept raining blows as if he was beating a dusty carpet; casual down-strokes which snaked around his pet's back and flanks. Each snap resounded loudly against Josh's hide, and each was followed by increasingly desperate yelps. Josh started twitching away from the blows involuntarily, but he couldn't move very far. Each time his body convulsed, his weight was placed fully on the chain around his paws and neck, and he'd gag for breath.

Paul walked around his pet to strike at his belly and lower chest too. When he finally stopped hitting him, tears were running down Josh's black-and-white face. His suspended, kneeling body was shuddering slightly with silent sobs. The collie whined through the hard bit in his mouth. Helpless to stop it, drool ran in silvery lines from the corners of his maw. His pink, knotted penis still hovered half-erect from its sheath; pre-cum now oozing a little from its tip.

Paul hung the whip back on its hook.

"All done, boy! I know you don't like it, but the whip is very good for little dogs."

Paul loosened the rope which held Josh suspended, and the collie slowly sunk to lie on his side on the floor. His paws had gone numb from being chained so tightly under his chin. His master knelt next to him to remove the loosened choke-chain, and stroked Josh's flank as he did. Josh winced as his master's paw passed over welts hiding under his fur.

"Remember to remind Daddy to whip you again when you can't feel it any more. If you wait too long, Daddy will get angry, and this little spanking will suddenly seem very nice compared to what I'll do to you."

Josh whimpered through his bit to indicate that he understood. His master gently placed his usual, ordinary leather collar around his neck.

"Okay, now that you're in a nice obedient mood, Daddy's going to teach you another cool trick!"

Paul rummaged in one of the toy room's footlockers, and eventually extracted what looked some sort of electrical measuring device; it looked like a big voltmeter or ammeter, with a dial and knobs. Wires dangled from the small black box, and Josh noted with apprehension that each wire terminated a crocodile clip. Paul also grabbed a riding crop and a yellow tennis ball.

"Follow Daddy, boy."

Josh padded after his master into the living room. Paul had plugged his mysterious electrical device into an extension cord, and set it on the coffee table. Its tangle of crocodile-clipped wires draped ominously onto the floor.

"Come beg in front of Daddy."

Paul had sat himself down on the couch. Josh padded over and knelt into a begging position with his paws under his chin. He was still wearing the uncomfortable muzzle, but he managed to wag his fluffy tail half-heartedly.

"This is a fancy trick, boy."

Paul held up the yellow tennis ball.

"Stay very still."

Paul carefully placed the yellow ball onto the top of Josh's muzzle - the slightly concave space right between his eyes, where muzzle turns into forehead.

"Don't move at all. Let's see how long you can balance the ball there."

Paul very carefully let go of the ball, and it remained where it was - balanced precariously on Josh's muzzle. Josh remained motionless in the awkward begging position. The slightest movement could make him drop the ball, and he knew that wouldn't please his master. He slowed his breathing and crossed his eyes to concentrate on the yellow ball.

Despite his best efforts, the ball fell from its perch on his muzzle after a few seconds of precarious balance. Josh whimpered - expecting his master to hurt him for his clumsiness - but Paul just smiled and ruffled his dog's ears.

"Don't worry boy, we're going to teach you how to balance that ball there like a clever doggie."

Josh wagged his tail out of relief, but was met with a tap from Paul's riding crop on his chest.

"Daddy didn't tell you to stop begging, boy."

Paul reached over to his electrical contraption and untangled the loose wires. There were four of them, Josh counted.

"Stay still, boy."

Paul knelt down in front of Josh and attached two of the crocodile clips to Josh's scrotum. He was careful to only grab loose skin between the jaws, and not Josh's actual testes, but Josh still flinched from the pinch of the steel jaws. His heart began to throb again. He knew where this was going.

Paul attached the remaining two clips painfully to Josh's nipples.

"Okay, boy, let's try it again. This time try to keep the ball balanced for twenty seconds."

Josh's heart sank. He'd barely managed five seconds the first time.

"If the ball falls off before twenty seconds, you get a nasty shock and we try again."

Paul placed the ball on top of Josh's muzzle again.

"Okay, starting to time... now."

Paul watched his wristwatch while Josh concentrated on the yellow tennis ball between his eyes. Twenty seconds suddenly felt like an incredibly long time.

The slightest movement could dislodge the tennis ball. Josh slowed his breathing, but even his heartbeat caused enough of a vibration to jolt the ball slightly.

The ball fell off after about eleven seconds.

"No, Josh, naughty!"

Josh yowled as his balls were suddenly gripped by the invisible hand of direct-current electricity. Josh felt his abdominal muscles clench involuntarily as low-power current swept from his groin through to the surface of his chest instantaneously.

It was over in about three seconds, but it had seemed longer.

"Come boy, back into the begging position."

He whined, but quickly tucked his paws back under his chin. He didn't want to incur any further punishment than was necessary.

Paul replaced the ball on Josh's muzzle.

"Come on, let's try for twenty seconds again. I know you can do it."

The seconds ticked by impossibly slowly as Josh battled to remain utterly motionless. He ignored the saliva which leaked from the sides of his muzzled jaw to plop coldly onto his chest.

"Okay, that was twenty seconds! Good boy!"

Paul grabbed the ball and ruffled Josh's ears. Josh wagged his tail and whined happily through the metal bit.

"Very good! Now let's try for longer. Let's see if you can balance the ball for a minute!"

Josh whimpered. If he was capable of sighing, he would have.

Paul replaced the ball, and the silent sixty-second countdown began. Josh's paws were starting to get sore from being help up under his chin. Amazingly, he managed to keep the ball balanced for the full minute.

"Very good boy Josh! I think you're getting the hang of this!"

Josh wagged his tail. He wished he could drop his arms, but he knew it would be risky to do anything until his master gave him permission.

"Okay, now the final test! If you can do this, then you really will be a clever dog!"

Good grief. How much longer would he be expected to balance that stupid ball?

"You have to balance the ball for a minute again. But this time, things are going to be a bit harder. I'm going to turn the electricity on to its lowest setting while you balance it. You'll barely feel it at the lowest setting, but it should make it a little bit harder to stay still."

Josh flattened his ears and growled inaudibly. Nothing was ever as easy as it seemed with his master.

Once again, Paul carefully placed the tennis ball on top of Josh's muzzle.

"Okay, here comes the electricity."

Josh braced himself. He wouldn't say that he 'barely felt it', but the fluttering in his nipples and scrotum wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. He jerked almost imperceptibly, but managed to keep the ball balanced.

It wasn't painful at first, but his balls began to throb with a dull ache after a few seconds, and his nipples began to burn. He whined as he fought to remain motionless.

He managed nearly thirty seconds before the ball fell off, and the full power of Paul's torture device arced into his nuts and chest. He yowled with surprise and agony.

"Naughty boy Josh. Sit up and beg again."

The ball was duly replaced.

"Tell you what. If you drop the ball again, you'll be shocked for one minute minus the amount of time you managed to keep it balanced. So if you drop it after forty seconds, you'll be shocked for twenty. That should motivate you to stay still like a good puppy."

Josh fought the urge to start crying again. His balls felt like they'd been kicked. He knew if he started crying, he'd never be able to keep still enough to balance the accursed tennis ball for a whole minute.

The low-power current started up again, but Josh forced himself to remain near-motionless as the light fluttering fought to make his muscles jerk involuntarily.

He'd counted over forty-five seconds in his head when he succumbed to an involuntary muscle-jerk which dislodged the tennis ball.

"Naughty, Josh! You'd almost done it! Only twelve seconds to go!"

Josh didn't have time to whimper before he was yowling. Twelve seconds of the machine's full-power setting made him arch his back and fall forward onto the floor to writhe in agony. The drool running from his muzzled maw frothed as he screamed through his gag. He was sobbing when the blast finally stopped.

Paul sighed.

"Well, luckily I'm in a good mood today Josh. We can carry on teaching you this tomorrow."

Josh sobbed with some relief. He'd fully expected his master to keep making him try until he either passed out from pain and exhaustion, or somehow managed to balance the ball for the full minute. Maybe Paul remembered what happened the last time he shocked Josh into total submission, and didn't want to clean urine from his carpet.

Paul knelt to remove the crocodile clips, and then carefully removed Josh's uncomfortable muzzle too. Josh wagged his tail and licked his master's paws in gratitude for his mercy.

Paul laughed and ruffled his pup's ears.

"Come puppy, I think that's enough obedience training for one day. Let's play a game."

Paul got up and beckoned for Josh to follow him into his bedroom. The border collie eagerly padded along after his master.

Paul patted the bed, and Josh awkwardly hopped up onto it as a non-anthro dog would. He sat on the covers, panting happily and wagging his tail as Paul undressed. Josh felt his dick harden rapidly as he watched his master's muscles ripple under golden fur.

Once naked, Paul lay down and beckoned for his puppy to lie down besides him. Josh snuggled up next to him and licked his cheek.

Paul grabbed a tube of lubricant from the bedside table and tapped its nozzle softly against Josh's black nose. Josh whined happily, wagging his silky tail so hard that his entire lower body wiggled slightly with it.

Paul knelt on the bed and attached a very short leash to Josh's collar, which he pulled gently to indicate that Josh should get up onto all-fours.

Josh gasped as he felt his master coldly apply lubricant to his tail-hole. He whined as he felt his master's member press up against him. Paul gently held Josh's tail out of the way with one paw, and pulled back on the short leash with the other.

He fucked his pet gently. His thrusts were punctuated by whimpers of pleasure from Josh, who dribbled pre-cum onto the bed under him. Paul reached down and tweaked Josh's knot at the same time as he pulled back on the leash, gagging Josh's yelp of pleasure.

Josh came before Paul did - squirting in bursts onto the sheets blow him. Paul came seconds later - spilling his seed into Josh, and pulling back hard on the leash as he did so - cutting off Josh's air.

They lay together for a time afterwards, dog snuggling up to master. Paul gently caressed his pet's ears as Josh fell into a happy doze - the pain of earlier momentarily forgotten as bliss overcame him.