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Retrieval Some say he's really Big Brother. Others say he was the first one the BBC asked to be the 11th Doctor but he turned it down in case those compromising pictures of him with that Cyberman ever reached the tabloids. Allthe man knew was that he was bored. He'd been cooped up in Stig Mansions for what felt like weeks. With no new cars to drive or stars to tutor in the reasonably priced car, he'd run out of things to do. There were only so many hours you could spend watching 5th Gear on 'Dave' before your helmet fogged up and you lost the will to live. He needed to be entertained. The man tried to remember what he'd enjoyed doing in the past year or so. Knitting had been a bust when he hadn't been able to wind the wool around his gloved fingers and so failed to knit one afterpurling one. Then there had been the attempt at speed dating. He never did get the reason why youhad to sit in front of someone for 3 minutesbefore changing tables to sit in front of another person for another 3 minutes. And why did they keep asking what sign he was? What was a Virgo? The only thing the man really got pleasure from was playing with his puppy. It was such a shame he'd allowed the little thing tognaw through his bindings and escape to Australia to drive in some race. He hadn't seen the puppy in the flesh since, even though he was forever in the newspapers and on the television. Unfortunately a year away from his strict regime had done nothing to diminish the puppy's arrogance. If anything he was even more in need of training than he'd been before. The man decided it was time to leave Stig Mansions and reclaim his property. ~~~ The man arrived in Switzerland and drove towhere his puppy had been holed up for the past year. Who knew the puppy had such a thing for Heidi and wall clocks with telescopic wooden birds in them. He must remember to stock up on Toblerones for when the puppy was safely returned to the Stig dungeon. He parked the car and marched up to the front door of the puppy's kennel. He knocked and waited. A few seconds later the door opened. There was a moments silence and then the puppy shrieked and tried to slam the door back shut. The man stepped forward so that his foot stopped the door closing and pushed it open again. Puppy was standing frozen with a look of shock on his face, although he managed to splutter, "Go away. I'm world champion. You can't touch me; I'm an MBE." Inside his helmet the man blinked. MBE? Most Boring Ego? Whatever. He wasn't interested. He reached out and wrapped a white gloved hand around a puny bicep and dragged the kicking and screeching puppy out to the car. All that noise was giving the man a headache. Enough! He bent the puppy forwards over the bonnet of the car and yanked his trousers down. Puppy sadly didn't shut up, although his screeches changed to whimpers and an endless chanting of the word, 'No'. The man despaired over how quickly puppy had forgotten all his earlier training. There was no time like the present to remind him of the first lesson. He reached around and grasped puppy's balls in a tight fist. Puppy instantly shut up. Good doggy. A little manoeuvring and the man had himself lined up with puppy's arse. He pushed forward only to hear an annoying gasp and muttered, "You can't; we're out in the street; anyone might see us." The man pushed forward again. If puppy didn't want people watching, he'd better shut up and stop drawing attention to them. As he sank his cock deep into puppy'swelcoming heat, the noise finally stopped. The man reacquainted himself with his puppy's little habit of protesting whilst at the same time taking everything he could give him and begging for more. It was too cold to linger, so the man rogered him briskly to the accompaniment of the moans and groans and 'don't stop's his puppy was mouthing with every thrust into his warm backside. With a pleasurable shudder, the man pumped his seed into the tight little arse and then withdrew. When puppy bent down to pull up his trousers, the man was amused to see a splatter of white on the car bonnet. He'd forgive him this one time for coming without permission - just this once. Before puppy could get any ideas of runningoff again, the man bundled him into the front seat of the car and then electronically locked the doors. To yet another cacophony of protests, he started the car and drove off. "You can't kidnap me, I'm famous; the best driver in the world. My daddy will be worried and Ron will look for me. The launch is on Friday." Best driver? The man turned his helmet to look at his pet. His job was going to be tough. That ego really needed melting down. And who was this Ron? Had his puppy been messing about with a new master? Oh dear, some punishment was sorely needed. He reached over and opened the glove compartment and took out a rubber contraption. He held it up to puppy. Puppy shrank back in horror. Good – he remembered. The man motioned for puppy to take it and put it on. "I'm not putting that on. I hate wearing a ball gag." The man turned his head from the road and stared at his pet. He shrugged and dropped the gag in his own lap and turned back to face the road. He waited. Puppy had been taught if the gag wasn't in his mouth then something else had to be. "I'm not doing that either. You can't make me." The man kept on driving. After a lot of muttering and using the 'R' word more than the man was happy about - who was this Ron? - puppy finally did as he was told. He bent over so that his head was in the man's lap. He ignored the gag but used his lips and teeth (at least some lessons hadn't been forgotten) and freed theman's cock from his white suit and took it greedily into his mouth. The man smiled behind his helmet. Finally his pet had acknowledged who was master. Now the long job of retraining got to start in earnest. The man was looking forward to it. He stroked the velvety hair on his puppy's head whilst his pet pleasured him, and made his way back to Stig Mansions. Puppy had a lot of work to do and it didn't involve any 'Rons' or whatever this launch on Friday was supposed to be. ~~~ Some say he's about to be revealed as the final Cylon. Others say it's strange that he and Superman are never seen in the same place at the same time. The only thing we know is his name is The Stig and he's not a McLaren fan.
Retrieval Some say he's really Big Brother. Others say he was the first one the BBC asked to be the 11th Doctor but he turned it down in case those compromising pictures of him with that Cyberman ever reached the tabloids. Allthe man knew was that he was bored. He'd been cooped up in Stig Mansions for what felt like weeks. With no new cars to drive or stars to tutor in the reasonably priced car, he'd run out of things to do. There were only so many hours you could spend watching 5th Gear on 'Dave' before your helmet fogged up and you lost the will to live. He needed to be entertained. The man tried to remember what he'd enjoyed doing in the past year or so. Knitting had been a bust when he hadn't been able to wind the wool around his gloved fingers and so failed to knit one afterpurling one. Then there had been the attempt at speed dating. He never did get the reason why youhad to sit in front of someone for 3 minutesbefore changing tables to sit in front of another person for another 3 minutes. And why did they keep asking what sign he was? What was a Virgo? The only thing the man really got pleasure from was playing with his puppy. It was such a shame he'd allowed the little thing tognaw through his bindings and escape to Australia to drive in some race. He hadn't seen the puppy in the flesh since, even though he was forever in the newspapers and on the television. Unfortunately a year away from his strict regime had done nothing to diminish the puppy's arrogance. If anything he was even more in need of training than he'd been before. The man decided it was time to leave Stig Mansions and reclaim his property. ~~~ The man arrived in Switzerland and drove towhere his puppy had been holed up for the past year. Who knew the puppy had such a thing for Heidi and wall clocks with telescopic wooden birds in them. He must remember to stock up on Toblerones for when the puppy was safely returned to the Stig dungeon. He parked the car and marched up to the front door of the puppy's kennel. He knocked and waited. A few seconds later the door opened. There was a moments silence and then the puppy shrieked and tried to slam the door back shut. The man stepped forward so that his foot stopped the door closing and pushed it open again. Puppy was standing frozen with a look of shock on his face, although he managed to splutter, "Go away. I'm world champion. You can't touch me; I'm an MBE." Inside his helmet the man blinked. MBE? Most Boring Ego? Whatever. He wasn't interested. He reached out and wrapped a white gloved hand around a puny bicep and dragged the kicking and screeching puppy out to the car. All that noise was giving the man a headache. Enough! He bent the puppy forwards over the bonnet of the car and yanked his trousers down. Puppy sadly didn't shut up, although his screeches changed to whimpers and an endless chanting of the word, 'No'. The man despaired over how quickly puppy had forgotten all his earlier training. There was no time like the present to remind him of the first lesson. He reached around and grasped puppy's balls in a tight fist. Puppy instantly shut up. Good doggy. A little manoeuvring and the man had himself lined up with puppy's arse. He pushed forward only to hear an annoying gasp and muttered, "You can't; we're out in the street; anyone might see us." The man pushed forward again. If puppy didn't want people watching, he'd better shut up and stop drawing attention to them. As he sank his cock deep into puppy'swelcoming heat, the noise finally stopped. The man reacquainted himself with his puppy's little habit of protesting whilst at the same time taking everything he could give him and begging for more. It was too cold to linger, so the man rogered him briskly to the accompaniment of the moans and groans and 'don't stop's his puppy was mouthing with every thrust into his warm backside. With a pleasurable shudder, the man pumped his seed into the tight little arse and then withdrew. When puppy bent down to pull up his trousers, the man was amused to see a splatter of white on the car bonnet. He'd forgive him this one time for coming without permission - just this once. Before puppy could get any ideas of runningoff again, the man bundled him into the front seat of the car and then electronically locked the doors. To yet another cacophony of protests, he started the car and drove off. "You can't kidnap me, I'm famous; the best driver in the world. My daddy will be worried and Ron will look for me. The launch is on Friday." Best driver? The man turned his helmet to look at his pet. His job was going to be tough. That ego really needed melting down. And who was this Ron? Had his puppy been messing about with a new master? Oh dear, some punishment was sorely needed. He reached over and opened the glove compartment and took out a rubber contraption. He held it up to puppy. Puppy shrank back in horror. Good – he remembered. The man motioned for puppy to take it and put it on. "I'm not putting that on. I hate wearing a ball gag." The man turned his head from the road and stared at his pet. He shrugged and dropped the gag in his own lap and turned back to face the road. He waited. Puppy had been taught if the gag wasn't in his mouth then something else had to be. "I'm not doing that either. You can't make me." The man kept on driving. After a lot of muttering and using the 'R' word more than the man was happy about - who was this Ron? - puppy finally did as he was told. He bent over so that his head was in the man's lap. He ignored the gag but used his lips and teeth (at least some lessons hadn't been forgotten) and freed theman's cock from his white suit and took it greedily into his mouth. The man smiled behind his helmet. Finally his pet had acknowledged who was master. Now the long job of retraining got to start in earnest. The man was looking forward to it. He stroked the velvety hair on his puppy's head whilst his pet pleasured him, and made his way back to Stig Mansions. Puppy had a lot of work to do and it didn't involve any 'Rons' or whatever this launch on Friday was supposed to be. ~~~ Some say he's about to be revealed as the final Cylon. Others say it's strange that he and Superman are never seen in the same place at the same time. The only thing we know is his name is The Stig and he's not a McLaren fan.