Dare – Book II » Chapter 4

“Hey, why do you have that thing there?” Mike asked me.

He and Jay were sitting on the front porch drinking Cokes while I was lying on the wooden flooring, enjoying the summer afternoon in the shade because it was very hot. My brothers were there too, and by now they were much more accustomed and happy with the two boys. I’d found out that Jay’s name was really Joe Junior, but it had been shortened to J.J. when he was a child and now he liked to be called Jay because he was full grown, mostly.

I was naked, as always, and the boys had never followed their father’s advice to give me privacy, mostly because I’d never cared if I had any or not. As soon as the boys had figured out that I wasn’t even a little shy about my body, they’d gotten used to it pretty quickly and I think they were almost to the point where they barely noticed, except they always had erections when I was around. Joe did too, and even my Master had been aroused usually, although he’d been very good at both ignoring it and hiding it from me for some reason.

“The ring in your, stomach or whatever,” Jay added, making it a little clearer for me and I smiled as I looked down at it.

I spoke to them sometimes, but only when I had to ask for something, or explain something important. Mostly though I was able to say whatever I had to with just a look, a nod or shrug sometimes, maybe even a bark or growl. The boys learned quickly enough anyway and they’d been coming by everyday for more than a month according to the moon.

“White Cloud did it. I know that … But why?” Mike scratched his head a little. “Does it hurt?”

I shook my head and got up slowly, deciding it would be nice to have some fun, even if it was pretty warm. I’d been waiting for Mike and Jay to play with me, the way their father did some nights, a couple times a week when he’d stop by after dinner just to check on me. Joe always ended up playing with me, letting me lick his cock until he came in my mouth, or sometimes he’d fuck me, always careful to pull out before he came. His sons hadn’t tried anything yet though and I wondered if I frightened them. I didn’t sense any fear, but I didn’t understand why they wouldn’t accept my offer on those occasions when I was willing to mate with one or both of them.

The boys followed me, naturally. I’d come to understand that much about them. Once their chores were done, Mike and Jay would stay close to me as much as they could and sometimes it was fun to run off with my brothers, racing across the farm and fields and into the woods as the two boys tried hopelessly to keep up with us. It was tempting to stalk them sometimes, and we did, but we didn’t attack the boys in the playful way my brothers and I did with each other so often. I wasn’t sure the boys would have understood that sort of game.

I knew where the chain was, along with the two small padlocks my Master had used to secure me to the eyebolt in the floor of our room. It was on the wooden rack near the water faucet and sink, where our Master had kept all of the toys and utensils and whatnot my brothers and I required. I retrieved the chain myself for the first time in my life. I’d never handled it before, at least not directly. It had always been my Master who’d decided when it would be used, but he wasn’t there and I did miss it. There was a need inside me to be submissive in a demonstrative and not entirely consensual way, although I’d never refused or resisted anything my Master had done to me.

The two boys weren’t quite sure what I was doing, but it soon became clear enough as I locked the chain to the eyebolt, on my hands and knees over it, and then attached the chain to the bone ring which pierced my pubis. It was long enough, barely, that I could kneel upright, but it would be impossible to stand or move much farther than a foot or two from the eyebolt in any direction. I clicked the small padlocks in place with a sound that I’d long missed and tossed the two keys across the floor so that they slid near Jay’s feet.

I was on the floor then, on my hands and knees as a bitch should be, and helpless to free myself. My ass was toward the boys and I smiled over my shoulder at them, barking sharply and wagging my hips as if I had a real tail. There could be little doubt in their minds now as to why I was pierced and after a month of watching and wanting me, Mike and Jay would have to take me now, I thought. I was excited by it and everytime I moved I could feel that bone buried deep in my flesh, tugging at me as the chain was pulled taut. It wasn’t painful, not at all, since I’d long since healed completely. It was a part of me, like the rings in my nipples and the tattoo around my belly button.