They’d kept him in costume and character from first taping him up until Jeri freed him this morning. They’d made him balance on fists and knees on the hard bottom of the tub while they bathed him like a dog in a wash basin. He’d taken every meal and drink from his bowls on the floor – except when they filmed him begging for a milk-bone, balancing it on his nose and eating the wretched thing. And of course when he’d been forced to lap from the commode afterwards, for which the bad doggy was then thrashed.
All day long he’d practiced prancing about and performing tricks, at least when he wasn’t sniffing butts, licking ass, giving blowjobs and being glorious f****d front and rear. Then, oh then how wondrously they’d put it to him all evening and well into the night! At first he’d been disap
