"Come on then," he said as he sat back down. "Treat yourself, and show me if your fag tongue can treat me as well."

I made to move, eager to get there, but the admonishing finger jutted out again and stopped me after a step.

"What's with the walking? You said you'd do it like a bitch, so make like a dog and get down on all fours!"

Fuck, the man was good, for I hadn't expected that - Toni asserting again, and wonderfully so. Thrilled, but only showing it with my drizzling hard cock, I got on my hands and knees and began to crawl over to him. I got as far as the end of the work bench when he gave me another order.

"Pet bitches have a collar, don't they? Bring yours over like a dog and I'll put it on you."

I looked to the bench where Toni had pointed as he said this. There on the work surface was his belt. I hadn't noticed when alone, but he had obviously left it there before leaving for his beers, electing not to put it back on. Had he actually planned this, I wondered. Had he other plans in mind which would run long into the night? Would he take his bitch home to his first floor apartment for more of this degrading house training? Now there was something to make a dog wag its tail!

Putting that delicious thought aside, I got well into part in the here and now, reaching up with front paws and raising my snout to capture the belt with my teeth. Feeling hideously demeaned, reduced to an animal, I continued the crawl until I reached Toni's chair where I dropped the belt onto his chunky left thigh. Then to complete the canine act I sniffed around the denim, finding the tear and the bare flesh beneath which I gave an adoring lap. I was rewarded with a pat on my head. Totally sick, twisted and degenerate. I swear my cock spurted a fountain of juice, I felt so bloody turned on and grateful to the man.

The belt was picked up and placed around my neck, tied off with a loop to keep it in place. I looked worshipfully at my master as he took possession of me in this way. It wasn't a proper collar, but I was still his to obey - of course I had been since the moment he had walked into the laundry room and locked the door, but this was a formalization of the fact.

With me suitably arranged, Toni picked up his beer, took a draft then demanded, "Now lick, bitch. Lick your master!"

Kneeling between his legs, I happily obeyed. Daring to use initiative, my right hand went out to cup his left pec as I inched my face closer to his chest. I took a deep sniff, running my nose over the glistening silky skin, absorbing his scent before tasting his flavor. I have to say he smelt amazing: strong and ripe, arguably in need of a shower but perfect to me, musk and sweat mingling together, a hint of spice and a blast of testosterone - nothing disguised or sanitized - he smelt of raw man - it was heaven on earth!

Having been ordered, I started on his right nipple with subtle tongue work, tracing the dark pink aureole, flicking the bud which quickly stiffened. A soft groan from above told me Toni quite liked that so I tackled his man tit with a little more vigor, using my teeth to teasingly chew to see if he liked that as well.

Okay, so I said I would lick him, and I eventually did. But it quickly became obvious he really enjoyed having his nips chewed, so that's what I focused on to begin with, making a real feast of one then the other, devouring his man tits like a dog would a bone. I have to admit, I got a bit carried away, but Toni just encouraged me to really go for it - groaning loudly, shouting out, "Fuck yes!", pushing out his chest as he stroked my hair.

He brought it to an end with a tap of the beer bottle on the side of my head. I looked up to see him posing with his other arm stretched upward with the hand behind his head - biceps bulging, and a lightly haired armpit provocatively on offer. My tongue fell out and drooled over both.

So the licking commenced! I kid you not, I tongue worshipped the big stud like an adoring mutt: his chest, his pits, and those muscular arms, his broad fleshy shoulders and the nape of his neck. Of course I avoided his face because that was surely taboo - those full ruby lips could never be kissed - at least not by a bitch with a cock between his legs! Heading back south, knowing where I wanted to return to, I worked toward his stomach and licked sweat from his navel. Then my face was again nuzzling into his groin where the hardness of his dick bulged out his jeans.

"Greedy bitch!" chortled Toni as I lapped at the covered shaft. "The greedy bitch wants some more of its master's bone... Well you ain't been nice enough to deserve that yet. Take off my boots and take off my jeans. Lick your way back up to it, starting with the feet."