Friday morning came. Jim brought his pets their clothes and had them dress. They had been naked since they were first brought to the basement dungeon ...and even protested a little about having to get dress. They liked the feeling of freedom being naked gave them. Jim allowed them to go without underwear as a compromise."Pets, I won't put you to sleep this time, but I must cover your heads with hoods until we are well away from this place. I'd hate for you to escape and tell about me and where. Thing... Are trustworthy?" Well, it's not like I have anyone else's to use," I said."Well..." said my mother, clearly taken aback. "You have ours." What," I said caustically, "I have your dick?" Brandon!" my father said. "We are your parents, and in that capacity I think we deserve a little respect." Well, I am your son," I shot back, "and in that capacity I think I deserve a little respect as well."My parents clearly had no idea what to say about this."Look. I have only my own heart and my own. You see I had been working security for about three months. I worked from 9pm to 6am. It was an easy job. All I had to do every hour was walk through the building and check all doors for a large mortgage company. After that, I could read, watch movies, or surf the internet while looking at external cameras on three monitors. The three cameras were setup at every exit of the building. One was for the main entrance, another for the rear exit and the other was the delivery dock. It only took a few. Breathing for the dog had become laboured where fat restricted the ability to expand his chest properly and so, put pressure on his lungs.The Vet was adamant that Defor had to go on a diet, but not only that, an exercise regime to get some of the excess fat off of his frame and perhaps, prolong his life.It fell to Mary to take the pooch out in the evenings. His food changed from the usual tinned processed fatty mush, to dry protein and fibre mix, tripe and cereal foodstuffs. At first, he turned.