Domesticating the Güicho FINAL

It is five in the morning on a common day, the door of our room opens slowly and Pepe, my loyal servant, enters through it. He kneels in front of my bed on the bunk and very gently and respectfully licks my feet.

Pepe has learned to lick my feet the way I like it. For weeks, I have made him and Güicho kneel in front of each of my feet. At first, I ordered Pepe to watch how Güicho licked my feet and imitate his movements.

It is difficult to find ways to punish a married slave, you can't leave marks on him. So after much thought, I decided that Pepe would lick my feet in his boxer shorts so I could kick him in the balls if I wasn't satisfied with his service.

I have already told you that Pepe is very tall and has a hoarse voice. I didn't imagine he would be able to whimper like a whore when I punished him - "You're doing it wrong again, you fucking bitch, put your hands on your back and raise your pelvis" - I told him once, standing up.

"Master, please, I beg you not to punish me, I beg you" - he said that day as always when he knew punishment was coming. It excites me to hear him beg, but you also need to be firm. So, if he whimpers, he gets two kicks instead of one. I gave him the two kicks with the instep, one after the other.

How to describe the sensation of hitting a pair of hanging, round balls with the instep? It's like hitting two kiwis hard enough to make them jump in the air... Pepe's balls jumped along with his hard cock while the slave screamed in pain.

"Kiss my foot and thank me for educating you, animal" - I always say and always receive a warm kiss and his hoarse voice exclaiming, "Thank you for educating your slave, Master".

Today I enjoy the fruit of my effort, Pepe licks my feet the way I like it, and I love how he does it... the best part is seeing his face of a spoiled rich kid as he puts my brown feet in his mouth... I love watching him suck all my toes into his mouth and lick them with his tongue.

"Bring me my sandals," I order him, purposely always placing them far away so he has to advance like a dog towards them and bring them to me in his mouth.

He hasn't taken off his clothes yet, but he always arrives in bike shorts and a tight spandex shirt... making the excuse at home that he will go cycling.

I ride him on my shoulders and we go for a walk. We do that every morning, it's still dark so we can wander on the rooftop without being seen.

I put a rope in his mouth like a bridle and pull it from side to side to indicate where I want him to go.

Pepe is no damn pack mule, he is the richest bastard in the building, so I have trained him to be quite a steed. I make him trot, lifting his thighs to his waist, and when he gets tired after three or four laps, I make him do squats with me on top to strengthen his glutes. After following that routine for a few days, the results are quite big and obvious through his biker spandex.

I serve him water in a dog bowl and Pepe kneels down to drink it like a good animal. When he is well hydrated, it's time to bathe the dog.

Inside the cage, with the leash attached to the lower part of the mesh so he can't get up, is Güicho, every morning looking like shit: dirty, stinky, his ass smelling of the semen from the men who used him the day before.

Pepe lifts the mattress on which the dog sleeps, forcing the animal to get up. He always has a ball gag that prevents him from complaining or tricking us with any of his tricks.

The discipline of repeating the same procedure every day has accustomed Güicho to accepting his fate. On all fours, sleepy, he receives the first bucket of water from Pepe.

I always stand in front of him, first because I like seeing his face dripping with water and seeing him on all fours like a dog... but also to remind him who is in charge and who of all is his only owner.

Pepe gives him a good bath with a bar of soap, his hard cock always lets me know that it's his favorite part, surely Güicho also gets excited, but the cage that completely restricts his cock doesn't let us see.

Pepe undresses to bathe the dog, and I love watching the giant blond lather up my pet's muscular body with his big hands.

Today I'm in a good mood and want to confirm if Güicho gets excited, so I order him to remove the cage to wash his dick.

His cock springs out of the cage, confirming my suspicions. Güicho mooed something like "thank you" with the bit gag in his mouth - "Quiet dog, you'll just be washed, it's not time for milking yet" - I warn.

I have decided that I will only allow Güicho to release his sperm once, and even though I have only milked him once, I made it clear that it would always be by rubbing his dick against a pillow like a dog.

That time, I took him inside the room and tossed Juanito's pillow on the floor.

"Why my pillow?" he recriminated.

"I'll give you mine and buy another one, stop whining" I replied without taking my eyes off Güicho who watched the pillow in surprise.

"How?" Güicho asked.

"Well, like dogs, you'll rub it until the milk comes out."

"Cousin, you can't ask me that" he earned a slap.

"I'm your Master, idiot, and if you don't start, I'll put the cage back on and you'll have to wait a month."

Juanito settled into a chair to watch the show. Güicho held the pillow in his hands to rub against it. "No, idiot," I told him, giving him a spanking. "On the floor like a dog."

It was tremendously fun. Güicho chased the pillow around the room. As he began to "fuck" it, the pillow moved, struggled, and groaned to feel something, but it shifted and didn't let him feel anything.

I helped by holding the pillow between my feet, more humiliation for him, right in front of me, he stimulated himself with the pillow, fucking it frantically, with anxiety. I could see his exhaustion, how he sweated, his cock was red from friction, hard and eager. His body trembled with impotence and anxiety... in the end, he came... a few spurts of semen from his cock, and I had to apply ice on his balls to make his erection go down.

"Well, did it feel good?" I asked laughing while putting him back in chastity.

"Shit, I didn't even come properly..." he complained. I caressed his ass like a faithful puppy. "Well, you'll improve your technique in a month," I said, laughing.

I kick Pepe in the butt when I feel he's overzealous while soaping Güicho’s cock, my dog looks at me with some anger. The guy was about to come; I took the second bucket of cold water and poured it over him to refocus him. My cousin inhales loudly and stays still, trembling. It's starting to get light, and feeling wet, he must be uncomfortable.

"Will you let me impregnate your dog today, Master?" Pepe asks, kneeling with his arms folded and wagging his butt like a begging dog...

The ritual of allowing him to fuck is the oldest one between us... that evening when I introduced Güicho to Pepe and asked him if he wanted to be my slave, he knelt down with his hands behind, looking at me.

The guy had a hard-on, I knelt in front of him and gave him a moderately strong slap with my open hand - "Do you like this, bitch?" I asked looking into his clear eyes.

"Yes," he responded softly, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes, Master," I corrected him, giving him another slap and then another - "Look at me when I'm talking to you." Pepe looked up, the rich and prudish showoff had disappeared, in his place was a gallant slave ready to feel the pleasure of submission. I gave him a stronger slap on his cock and then another and another... he endured them without complaining, although his reflex made his pelvis move back immediately every time, offering himself for punishment.

I grabbed his balls tightly and squeezed them, Pepe kept looking at me, his face showing the expression of a man enduring pain out of habit.

I couldn't break him even though I squeezed them quite hard. There was a rope hanging from the cage with about fifteen clothespins. I took them and showed them to him when I knelt in front of him again.

He smiled and then blushed, looking down in embarrassment. I grabbed one of his pink nipples, surrounded by a thick bush of hair, pinching it hard and twisting it... Pepe said nothing, I clipped a clothespin on the nipple and repeated the operation with the other...

I made a row of clothespins from one pectoral to the other... I had four left... I put four on his balls... and then one on the glans... there he groaned in pain - "Master, mercy, mercy" - he pleaded. I immediately removed it, pleased, and began to play with the clothespins, lifting and lowering them, twisting them, and Pepe began to moan and shake his body like a worm being sprinkled with salt... he looked at me pleadingly... that's what I needed to make sure that he was already mine. As a reward, I removed the clothespins... with pulls... first from his chest, and finally from his balls.

"You've been a good dog," I said, "so I'll give you the reward you'll receive every time you're a good dog." I walked towards Güicho and put my foot on his back.

"I'm going to mate you with my bitch," I said, opening Güicho's ass and showing Pepe his anus.

Pepe, my new dog, advanced on all fours towards Güicho and impaled him on all fours from behind, so heated and passionate that Güicho himself began to howl with pleasure.

Today Pepe does the same, mounts the bitch and thrusts into her like a beast in heat, while Güicho moans through his gag and drools uncontrollably...

There is no better moment in my day than when I mate my pets, I feel the power I exert over them, and I feel like a kind Master for allowing each animal to bring out their instincts. Sometimes it is necessary to encourage Pepe to finish quickly, I do it with a belt hitting his thighs. Pepe already knows this as a signal to give it harder and come as soon as possible.

Pepe howls and barks when he reaches orgasm, barking with all his strength, his barks blending with the noise of the growing morning traffic.

A little soap in the ass and a bucket of cold water, and Güicho is ready for his daily tasks.

Sometimes I go to the room to play with Pepe: clothespins, wax, spankings... what a common Master plays with his human pet. Today is not the case, Pepe has an appointment and dresses hastily, although he's sweaty, he goes down the stairs panting and tired to go to his house... to continue his life as a rich married man.

I go to the bathroom and start my work at seven, always with my phone nearby, so as soon as I receive a message from one of Güicho's Men, I hurry to untie him, give him his clothes, and send him where they indicate.

Don Mauro is always the first, he likes his morning blowjob after exercising in the parking lot; Don Ernesto always visits the rooftop a few minutes later and receives his blowjob before going to work.

Damian always writes to me two hours later, he likes to be blown while having breakfast. And at noon, Don Edgar always asks me to send Güicho. As a good retired widower, he has plenty of time, making Güicho dance before fucking him... I have bought him a good collection of thongs for Don Edgar to have variety.

Demetrio looks for us at four, he likes blowjobs in his room and has my permission to tie him to the headboard and whip his back before fucking him.

Don Felipe prefers the late afternoon, spending a good time chatting with a naked Güicho in his living room before giving him the fourth fuck of the day.

Don Valentin is a bit of a night owl, he always comes up to the room past ten and forces Güicho to sit on his thick, dark cock for almost an hour...

I have prohibited Juanito from using Güicho. My mom taught us to share toys, but the guy didn't suffer any of what I had to go through to tame Güicho.

"I want a slave like yours," he said one day, I laughed out loud

"Bastard, you have to be willing to suck cock and get your ass fucked with belts to have a slave like mine," I tell him.

Although my character has changed these days, I am still the good Simon who approaches affectionately to caress his dog every night... and while I'm there, I order him to suck my cock and swallow my cum... I deserve it... after all, I was the one who managed to tame Güicho.