The Last Promise Part 3
 By Aldric
 
 Copyright 2005 by Aldric, all rights reserved.
 
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 This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It contains
 depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are
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 The Last Promise Part 3
 
 Scott answered the door on the first knock, inviting Jared
 inside.  "Did you have fun with your friends?" he asked, but
 didn't seem interested in an answer.  "Give me the
 controller and go ahead and strip" he said as soon as they
 were in the kitchen.
 
 Jared looked out the windows, realizing the brightly lit
 kitchen would make him visible to anyone looking inside.
 "Can't we do this in your room or something?" Jared asked.
 
 Scott sighed, and took his thumb off the button.  "When
 you're naked, I'll stop it" he said, standing there
 unconcerned about Jared's sudden pain.
 
 Jared got undressed as quickly as he could, then bent his
 knees and used his hands to get at the source of the pain.
 
 "Stand at attention, puppy," Scott commanded.  Jared slowly
 rose, letting go of his sore balls last before putting his
 hands at his sides.  As soon as he was in position, Scott
 pushed the button down and the shocks stopped.
 
 "Remain in position, this is only going to take a second,
 but I need both hands."  Without any delay, Scott let go of
 the button, looking up to make sure Jared remained at
 attention.  He then used the special tool he had to open up
 the remote and turn a switch inside.  The shocks stopped
 even though he wasn't holding the button down.
 
 Next Scott bent down and disconnected the wires attached to
 the ball collar and then removed the belt from around
 Jared's waist.  Finally, he pulled the leash from his pocket
 and attached it to the ring in Jared's sack.
 
 "Puppy, heel!" Scott commanded as he began walking across
 the kitchen.
 
 Jared followed along behind him as Scott led him to a large
 bathroom.  Dropping the leash, Scott reached into the shower
 and adjusted the valves to get the water flowing.  Once the
 temperature was right, he used the leash to pull Jared into
 the shower.
 
 "Here, this is a microbial soap," he said as he handed the
 soap to Jared.  "Take a shower, and wash your balls really
 good with this.  Then use regular soap for the rest of your
 body.  Don't turn off the water until you've washed and
 rinsed everywhere."  He closed the shower door and left.
 
 Jared sensed a trap, but knew he had no choice but to obey.
 He was about half way done when the water temperature
 started to drop.  He adjusted the valves, but realized the
 hot water heater was empty.  He began to work more quickly.
 
 Scott had opened the breaker on the hot water heater earlier
 in the day, and knew it would cool off quickly.  While Jared
 was in the shower, he ran the set point for the air
 conditioner down to 66 degrees.  Next he gathered up Jared's
 clothes and put them in his room, then sat down and waited.
 
 The water temperature continued to drop even as Jared kept
 opening the hot water valve.  By the time the valve was
 fully opened, the water coming out the shower head was
 lukewarm at best, and getting colder.  Jared finished
 rinsing off the last of the soap as fast as he could;
 shutting of the water the instant he was done.  He could
 feel his balls being drawn up into the collar from the cold,
 and the squeezing was becoming uncomfortable.
 
 He looked around, but the towels were hanging outside the
 shower beyond his reach.  The air in the room was cool, and
 he could feel ice cold air blowing on him from around the
 top of the shower wall.
 
 Scott waited, knowing it wouldn't be long before either
 Jared cried out or left the shower on his own.  Scott knew
 exactly how it felt; his uncle had done the same thing to
 him a few weeks ago to let him know how it felt before he
 did it to a slave.  His uncle promised him he would be able
 to train a real slave when he was eighteen, but he had to
 endure a lot of the training himself just so he could learn
 restraint.  However, he did allow Scott to practice a few
 things on Jared, but with strict warnings about what would
 happen if things went wrong.
 
 Jared was shaking from the cold as the cold air evaporated
 the water off his body.  The ache in his balls was growing
 worse, making him feel like vomiting.  He huddled in a ball
 trying to keep warm, debating whether or not to ignore the
 leash and leave the shower.  Finally he couldn't stand it
 any longer and cried out Scott's name in anguish.
 
 Scott moved fast, first returning the air conditioner
 setting to its normal value, then moving quickly to the
 bathroom with an electric hair dryer in hand.
 
 Grabbing two big towels off the rack, he opened the shower
 door to see Jared curled in a ball on the floor, crying
 softly.  "I'm sorry puppy, did I forget you?  Come on out of
 there."
 
 He nearly had to carry Jared out, but as soon as he was out
 he wrapped him in the towels and plugged in the hair dryer.
 Directing the warm air on Jared's groin, he quickly relieved
 the pain caused by Jared's balls trying to retract up into
 his abdomen from the cold.
 
 Once Jared was warm and dry, Scott led him back to the
 kitchen.  "You were a very good puppy, and you deserve a
 treat," he said, opening up the pantry.  He reached inside a
 box and handed Jared a dog biscuit.  Scott knew how dry and
 tasteless they were; he had to eat three of them in one
 sitting in order to satisfy his uncle.
 
 "Come on Scott, this isn't fun.  That shower trick really
 hurt, I've had enough today."
 
 "Oh, and just when you were doing so well.  You need to
 learn not to question my orders when you are puppy.  I
 expect you to obey them instantly and without moping.  And
 just because I disconnected the wires to the E-collar on
 your balls doesn't mean I can't reconnect them in a second
 if I need to."
 
 He opened the pantry and pulled out a second biscuit.  "Now
 you can eat two of them.  And if you need some water to wash
 them down with, use the toilet bowl in the bathroom."
 
 Jared stared at him as Scott held out the second biscuit.
 "Please Scott, I'm sorry, but these things are horrid, you
 don't know what they taste like.  And drinking water from a
 toilet bowl?  I can't do that, that's gross."
 
 "You don't want to be my puppy?  Fine, just pay me the money
 you owe me.  But you'll have to pay someone to remove the
 ring unless you want to keep it.  Also, do you want to watch
 me burn the two cards I'm holding?  You need to decide which
 you want more, the cards returned or no puppy training."
 
 Jared had to get the cards back, and he knew that Scott knew
 that too.  He took a small bite of the dog biscuit.
 
 "While you're enjoying your snack, stand up here."  Scott
 put the belt back around his waist and attached the wires to
 the ball collar again.
 
 Jared almost begged him again, but decided it wasn't wise.
 He was choking down the biscuit, and still had the second
 one to eat.  As soon as Scott was done, he went back to the
 bathroom and knelt down in front of the bowl and used his
 hands to get a drink, fighting back the bile rising up in
 his throat.
 
 It took a while, and several more trips to the bathroom
 before Jarred finished the second biscuit.  When he was
 done, Scott warned him again about a few shocks as he turned
 the switch inside the controller and then locked it closed.
 He handed the remote to Jared who rapidly moved his thumb
 over the button.
 
 "Okay, enough fun for today.  You still have to learn to be
 a good puppy and to stay when the leash is on you, but we
 can work on that later.  For now, I want to talk to your
 sister, so let's go to your house."
 
 "Where are my clothes?" Jared asked, looking around the
 kitchen where he left them.
 
 "They weren't folded up neat, so they have been put away for
 now.  But you're right, we can't go to your house looking
 like that.  There's a bathrobe hanging on the door, grab
 that and let's go."
 
 "But my wallet and house key are in my pants.  Please let me
 have at least those."
 
 "Puppy, stay!" Scott said, leaving the room.  He returned a
 few moments later with the key and the wallet.  He opened
 the wallet and noticed the ten dollar bill.
 
 "Look, here's some of the money you owe me," he said,
 pocketing the ten.  "See, now you only owe me a hundred and
 twenty dollars."  He flipped the wallet and the key to
 Jared.  Trying to catch them caused Jared's thumb to slip
 off the button, and the shocks caused him to drop the
 controller as well.
 
 "Hey, easy on the equipment, you don't want to have to pay
 to replace it," Scott said, helping Jared pick up
 everything.
 
 Pulling the robe around him, he and Scott headed up the
 block to his house.
 
 Scott and Ashley talked privately for a while; Jared kept
 changing hands trying to keep the button held down on the
 remote with one hand while the other held his wallet and
 key.  He was supposed to be standing at attention, but took
 the risk that they wouldn't see him moving around.  The
 thumb on his left hand was getting tired, and he was just
 about ready to change hands again when they came out of
 Ashley's room to join him.
 
 Scott bent over to show Ashley how the wires were attached
 to the collar.  "For now, I've just slid them over the
 matching connector, but I think for tonight I'll screw them
 in place.  He pulled a small tool box from a pocket and was
 just starting to put a screw in when Jared's thumb slipped.
 
 "Ouch!" Scott said as he also got shocked.  "Give me that
 for a minute," he said, taking the remote from Jared and
 handing it to his sister.  "Just hold this button down here
 until I'm done," he told her.
 
 He finished putting the screws in and took the controller
 from Ashley.  Without warning Jared, he released the button
 and showed her how to open it, ignoring Jared's antics as he
 was repeatedly shocked.  Jared heard him turn a switch and
 the pain from the shocks went down considerably.
 
 "I've set the voltage lower.  It will still shock you, but
 not as bad.  However, the batteries will last a lot longer
 on this setting."
 
 Scott closed the controller and handed it to Jared, who
 immediately got his thumb over the button.  Even though it
 didn't hurt as much, it still hurt.  Scott turned back to
 Ashley.
 
 "Any questions?" he asked.
 
 Ashley had a couple that Scott answered, then Scott handed
 her the tool that opened the remote and the small
 screwdriver he had used.  "I'll see him tomorrow then," he
 said, heading out the door.
 
 Ashley turned back to Jared as soon as he was gone.  "Lucky
 for you he gave me strict instructions on using this thing,"
 she said.  "I see you have a leash attached to your balls,
 is there anything you're supposed to give me?"
 
 Jared remembered the instructions he was supposed to copy.
 "I haven't had a chance to make copies yet," he said.
 
 "Then get out the original and read it to me so I'm sure I
 know what to do."
 
 Jared had trouble holding down the button and getting his
 wallet open at the same time.  Ashley came to help him,
 taking the controller out of his hands and setting down on
 the table.  Of course, that meant that Jared was getting
 shocked every few seconds.
 
 "Now you should be able to tell me what I need to know," she
 said with a cruel smile.
 
 Jared read from the paper.  "If I'm wearing the leash, I am
 a puppy, and I belong to Scott Vanderville.  I only do what
 my owner tells me to do, and if you get me or my master in
 trouble, you will pay the consequences.  You can remove the
 leash unless my master has told me to keep it on.  Questions
 can be answered at Butch's Tattoo Shop."
 
 "So, did your master tell you that you had to keep the leash
 on?"
 
 The pain from the shocks was becoming worse since there was
 no relief from it as long as the button was released.  "No,
 Ashley, he didn't.  You could take it off."
 
 "And what happens if I don't take it off?"
 
 "Then I'm expected to stand here until my master returns,"
 Jared said with growing fear.
 
 "I think I'd better call Lois and get her opinion, I sure
 don't want to get into trouble with Butch" she said, walking
 away smiling at the look on Jared's face.  "While I'm
 calling her, if you're a puppy, try to sound like one.  Lois
 loves puppies, if you sound good enough she may hurry over."
 
 Jared immediately started making all the puppy sounds he
 could, hoping it would be enough to satisfy them.
 
 Lois came in a few minutes later while Jared was still
 making barking noises.  He was having more trouble keeping
 his hands at his sides as the shocks continued.  Seeing the
 controller setting so close made it worse.
 
 "Oh, a cute little puppy," Lois said, taking a picture of
 Jared as she approached.  "Is he housebroken yet?"
 
 "He'd better be.  If he makes any messes around the house
 he'll regret it," Ashley answered.  She held out her hand to
 Jared.  "Here, Scott said this is your favorite snack.  As
 soon as you eat it all, I'll take the leash off."
 
 Jared took the offered dog biscuit and began eating it as if
 he really did like it.  Lois took a couple more pictures of
 him biting pieces off.  As soon as he finished eating it,
 Ashley unhooked the leash.
 
 Jared didn't hesitate; as soon as the leash was unhooked he
 headed straight for the table and mashed the button down to
 stop the shocks.
 
 "Here is what I think you should do," Ashley said to him.
 "I think you should make copies of the instructions, um, I
 guess twenty copies should be enough.  Then you should start
 on your homework and begin studying.
 
 Jared already had the note out and was headed for the
 computer.
 
 "No, not that way.  I think handwritten would be best, it
 has a lot more sincerity that way.  And maybe you should
 make twenty five just to be sure you have enough.
 
 "Tomorrow you start getting tutored in all your subjects.
 Scott will tutor you in math and science, I'll do history
 and English.  You'll have to get your own grade in gym.  And
 you really should try and study on your own because we are
 each charging you fifteen dollars an hour.  How long it
 takes depends on how well you are doing and the quality of
 your homework.  So have a nice evening, puppy dog."
 
 Jared knew he was screwed again, they were conspiring to
 keep him broke forever.  But as before, there was nothing he
 could do about it now.  He went to his room to start.
 
 He found it very difficult to write while trying to hold
 down the button, and thus it was taking forever to make the
 copies.  His homework was even harder, because of everything
 that had been done to him he hadn't really paid attention in
 most of his classes and he was already a long way behind
 even though school had only been in session for a little
 more than a month.
 
 But when he was done, he found the real trap Scott had set
 for him.  He couldn't sleep with the shocks going on, but he
 couldn't hold the button down in his sleep.
 
 About midnight he got up to see if Ashley had left the tool
 that opened the case laying around where he could get to it,
 but as soon as started looking she heard him and got out of
 bed.
 
 "What's the matter, Jared, can't sleep?  That isn't going to
 make studying any easier tomorrow.  I know what will make
 you feel better, hand me the remote."
 
 He didn't trust her, but handed it over anyway.  She
 surprised him by immediately holding down the button.  "Now,
 all you have to do is beat off, that will relax you.  Just
 get it hard and keep rubbing it.  But if you stop rubbing,
 then I'll have to let go of the button."
 
 Jared coaxed his penis to an erection, and began stroking
 it.  It wasn't long before he was ready to shoot and began
 to struggle to hold back, but in the end he was
 unsuccessful.  She put the controller back in his hands.
 "Now go to bed, you should be able to sleep now that you're
 all relaxed.  Oh, and you shot without permission.  That's
 another twenty five dollars you owe me.  Plus, I found out
 about it before you told me, so make it fifty."
 
 Jared could only sleep in short breaks before the shocks
 would wake him up.  The battery finally died about four in
 the morning and he fell into a deep sleep.