Pride Story

I had gotten used to waking up a few minutes before my master did. As I stirred and stretched my body on the floor I took a moment to take in my surroundings. I checked the tightness of the leather mitts that kept my fists bound in tight balls, stroking my chest gently with one of them. I had a quick peek at my small dick, erect with thoughts of the hot dream I had been consumed with only moments previously.
I noticed one of the master’s socks lying on the carpet. I looked up from my place at the foot of his large, oak bed, and saw that he was still asleep. After having made sure of this, I quietly padded over to his sock, nudging it and taking in it’s sweaty scent. I revelled at the smell, finding it amusing how only 6 months previously, when I had turned up at his door, soaked from the rain, the idea of such smells made my stomach crawl. And here I was, a youth, almost 19, taking the sock into my mouth, and enjoying the taste of my master’s feet…
I was pulled roughly back to my senses as I felt my neck being yanked across the room. The master had apparently woken, and the sharp pull of my leash meant that it was time to satisfy his morning desires.
I felt my heart beat hard with excitement as I crawled up the end of the bed, looking hopefully up at my master and owner.
When I first agreed to allow this man to own me, when we were speaking on the internet, I refused to let him show me his face. Why would I? I thought, it wasn’t as if regular dogs got to see their owners before being bought… I had gotten the flight out to America, (I had previously lived in Britain,) got a cab to the address, and walked up to the house. The rain had beat down, all I had was my passport and a few spare clothes in my backpack. I was feeling very horny, as my master had sent me a small cage to place my cock and balls inside, along with a padlock, and no key. He had made me put it on infront of a webcam for him, as he told me that I would have to travel to his house in order to get the key to unlock it. But he had no intention of unlocking my chastity device…
When he had opened the door I remember being disappointed. I had hoped for a towering, dark man. What I had gotten was a podgy, 6’2” cruel man. He had messy facial hair, and short greasy hair. When he greeted me he ordered me strip on the doorstep and to crawl on my hands and knees through the door, he put a collar on me then, with a nametag reading fido. Those first couple of months were the worst of my life…
But now I found myself, 6 months removed, ogling this man who brought so much pleasure to my life. I loved my master, although the feeling was not mutual. I stared at his beautiful face, which leered back. I found myself yelping for joy as he lifted the end of his cover with his foot, and quickly crawled under the bed covers, into the warmth, into that safe smell of his farts and precum.
I timidly placed my mouth over his flaccid penis. His beautiful tool was short, redish and stumpy. It was wide and often hurt me when he pumped it into my tight ass, but it’s short length meant that my inexperienced mouth could handle it well, unlike his friends who were much bigger than him. This morning his penis had a nasty looking spot on one side. I shuddered slightly at the sight, the whiteness of the greasy centre staring at me as I slid my lips along the shaft, and allowed my mouth to encompass the angry mark too.
His perfect manhood laid upon my small tongue as I closed my eyes and relaxed my mouth. Sure enough, within moments a torrent of his putrid, foul smelling, sour urine came gushing out of the tip of his cruel dick. I gulped eagerly at the fluid like any good puppy would, savouring the taste, feeling euphoric at the thought of serving my master.
I gulped quickly and deeply, being careful not to spill a drop. He was soon finished, and I felt his rough hand patting my head.
I almost swooned with pleasure. It was so rare to be praised by the master, I felt my little dick go hard once again and it grated against the bars of its’ cage. I always worried when it did this, since entering master’s household he had not once given me permission to touch my dick. He didn’t think I had the right to spill my dirty cum around the house, so often I found that just the sensations of my cock against the cage was enough to cum. Many times I awoke form sleep with sticky legs, and this always meant a night of punishment, master was horribly strict, but I loved him for it.
Master grunted, pulling my head away slightly. He ran his hand along his shaft, finding the angry looking spot, taking it between his forefinger and thumb. I winced as the spot exploded, puss spraying against his leg. I almost disliked it, but then, I was his slave, his pup, and so when he guided my head back to his crotch I gleefully lapped away at the bloody mess he had left behind.
It was a workday, which meant the master hadn’t long till he needed to get up. Therefore I had to work hard and fast.
I began to nibble gently on his member, licking and kissing his shaft. It didn’t take long for his penis to become hard… I loved playing with his swollen toy, but this morning there was no time. As soon as his cock was erect I went to work on his large, hairy balls. Licking and sucking on them.
Soon his hand reached down and began to pull on his tasty bit of meat. I found myself staring at it, dark as it was under the covers. I was mesmerised by his cock, as he pumped his hand vigorously around it. He widened his legs a little and I began to lick away at his sweet tasting asshole.
With his other hand he pushed the back of my head closer and closer in, so that I could work my tongue into his hole. I loved the taste of his ass, I had grown to love all the flavours that came from this man, I worshipped him and he was gracious enough to allow me to. I was a lucky puppy.
Suddenly, without warning, I felt my collar being yanked up by his strong hand, thrusting my face against his pulsing penis. He pushed the head up against my smooth cheek and gave it a few more hard tugs, grinding up against my cheek bone.
He shifted himself a little, letting out a masculine roar. I closed my eyes as I felt the heavenly texture of his hot, sticky cum spraying against my young face. Shot after long shot decorated my features, sticking to my eyelids, nose and across my mouth.
Without another word the master threw the covers aside and rolled off of his bed, walking towards the shower.

I eagerly followed his retreating form and waited patiently at his feet as he turned on the shower.
He bent down and took the mitts off of my hands, and unclipped the leash form my collar. He then opened the shower door, and I leapt in, still on all fours, feeling the dirty cum wash gently away from my face.
He stepped in, showing me no notice whatsoever, and began to soap down his top half. I had long ago lost hope of him washing his hair properly, the man never bought shampoo, assuming that the water alone would wash it sufficiently. It created a terrible smell, one that at first I had been repulsed by, but now I loved to nuzzle his dark locks, taking in deep breaths of his scent.
As he bathed himself I felt his cum slide down my face and splash into the water below. Although my mittens were off I was not allowed to use my hands, they were for cooking and cleaning only, he just didn’t want his expensive mittens to get wet. I let out a warm stream of piss into the water around my knees, I felt relieved at the feeling, and yet controlled the contractions in my ass. I needed to let out waste, but I knew I would be severely punished if I did. But the butt plug helped me, or my tail, as it was shaped on the outside to give me a more doggy appearance.
“Wash me little puppy,” he said as he held out his soapy sponge for me to take. I closed my mouth around it, feeling some suds shoot down my throat as I bit into it, the sensation burnt me, but I loved the feeling of suffering for my master.
I began to nuzzle his leg, allowing the sponge to caress his wet body. I ran my face up and down, close to his feet and up to his genitals. I loved being able to get so close to him once more so soon, and it made me harder still.
He soon was satisfied and got out of the shower. He watched as I shook myself down and then allowed me to follow him, onto the bathroom floor. He roughly ran a towel down me, and then allowed me to do a similar chore with the towel that I had done with the sponge.
The towel was a little harder to manage, as I had to rub myself more firmly against him, but I did a good job and loved it all the more. He turned around so that I could have the pleasure of doing the back of his hairy legs, he pulled apart his butt cheeks so that I could dry the heavenly area.
My master was a very hairy man, he was covered in curls which seemed to make a warm carpet that I could bury myself against. And this is what I did happily as I buried my mouth and nose between his cheeks, feeling gleeful at the thought of preparing my master for work.
He grunted as a burst of wind escaped his hole. I felt his wonderful scent shoot straight up the cavities of my nose, only serving to make me clean him with even more enthusiasm than before…

He left me in the bathroom for a few minutes as he put some clothes on for the office, not looking at me once as he did so. He soon returned, glaring at me as I looked up eagerly towards him.
He attached my mittens and collar back on, and led me down the stairs and into his kitchen. He led me straight through the side door that led into his garage, and to my kennel. I padded into the small, wooden box and he tied my leash to the hook outside it. He gave me a pat on my head, opened his car door, got in and drove away, using the remote control to close the garage door behind himself, leaving me to my thoughts…
I thought about the things I often thought about when he left me alone. About how I had lied to my parents, telling them I was on a backpacking adventure, and would be back in a few months. About how I feared my master so much, who had lured me into signing my life to him, how he often teased me as he fucked me, saying that one day he would use the full force of that contract and kill me, without a trace.
I was hungry, I hadn’t eaten since last evening and was starving, but then I never got fed more than once a day, which made me more than glad for anything my master wanted to offer me from his own body. I thought about the tattoo upon my rear, that gave me a serial number as the slave property I was. I found myself frustrated with my strained cock, still aching for release, the feeling made my balls ache. My throat also ached; master had had my voice box destroyed by a doctor he knew only a few months ago. Now I could no longer speak, instead I could only manage to growl or whimper, or yelp when I was happy.
I drifted into a troubled sleep, as I often did, filled with yearning for home and food, nagging pains and the feeling of sexual unfulfillment, the feeling that drove me on to serve my master, no matter how much he seemed to dislike me…

After hours of solitude my heart skipped a beat as I heard the master returning home. The garage door opened and his car drove in. The door opened and the master got out. He walked toward my kennel as I sat obediently, and ordered me to clean his shoes.
I fell upon his scuffed, polished shoes and began to lick at them hungrily. I had learnt to feed off even the grit upon the bottom ruts of his footwear now, it wasn’t exactly tasty, but to me anything that had been near master was heavenly. I lapped at them until they were wet and he was satisfied.
Now we had come to one of the highlights of my day…
He led me by the leash through the house and out into the back garden. There he let me sniff through the bushes till I came to my special spot under his tree. I sniffed away at the roots of the great thing, smelling my stale piss and shit from the last week. I arched my back, presenting my ass to the master, who took out the plug. Quickly I spun round and squatted among the foliage as my small, hard pile slipped out of my anus. I could see the master’s perverted look of satisfaction on his face as he watched me empty my bowels upon the floor. I looked at him happily as I cocked my leg and let out a stream of dark urine against the foot of the tree. He nodded approvingly toward me.
He reattached my collar, and held out the plug so that I could push myself back against it. It was small, big enough to help me hold in a day’s worth of waste, and yet small enough to make it hurt still when my master was in the mood for something special and decided to use my ass to pleasure himself…
He led me back into the house and sat down, turning on the television. I was soon in a world of my own, my head rested against the arm of his sofa as he let a hand droop down and absent-mindedly stroked my bald head.
After a short while he once again took the mitts off of my hands and ordered me to the kitchen.
For the next little portion of the day I would be allowed to attain human status. Although a human, my role as a slave was still very apparent. During this time I was to wash up from the night before, start cooking master some food for his dinner, and would be required to change the bed sheets from the night before.
The master liked to have me do these tasks, not only because it meant that after a hard day’s work he didn’t need to hassle himself with more work, but also because when he had me go back to dog mode it made it all the more humiliating for me, as I was never allowed to fully become a dog, it was constant degradation.
The smells of the meat cooking slowly in their juices sent my senses spiralling. My stomach ached with hunger, but I knew that to eat from master’s food was forbidden. I would never even imagine it…

A few hours later and I sat at master’s feet, looking up at him. Hoping he would like the dinner I had prepared for him. He ate away noisily, watching the television and not sparing me as much as a look. But still I sat, idling the man that supported me.
Once he had finished, the master left the table, using a hand to push me aside, as he walked to the door, to greet his friends for the evening.
I looked eagerly round the corner of the door frame to see master allowing his friends Alan and Jerry in. I bounded toward the two to greet them. They both gave me looks of contempt, similar to master, as I set about licking their leather boots greedily.
Alan spoke quietly to master about how he was glad to get away form the wife and kids for the evening as Jerry took my collar up in his fist and dragged me through the house into the garage.
He took me to beside the kennel, to where master’s ‘special seat’ was. The seat was basically a plastic box which I clambered into awkwardly and lay, face up in. The box was small and allowed for me to fit only when I was laid on my back, with my shoulders slightly squashed in and my knees drawn up to my chin. I got in timidly, as I knew what was next, and although I had been here for half a year now I had still not gotten used to this toy of master’s.
Jerry gave me a cruel smile as he reached for the lid of the box, before hawking up a deep glob of spit and projecting it at my little face. I felt the gooey mixture hit my forehead and I shuddered as it ran down the side of my face.
Then the light disappeared as the lid closed on the box. Leaving me to revel in the sensations of claustrophobic fear.
I had only a few moments to enjoy this however as I heard Jerry positioning himself upon the seat that was positioned a few inches above where my head was on the box. And sure enough, I heard the fast and steady flow of his thick, warm piss streaming down the toilet.
The warm liquid splashed out onto my face as it dropped through the opening just about my mouth. I spluttered and tried to speak out in protest, but all I could manage was croaks. I felt humiliated and used, and with no way of speaking now it was as though I was a toy for this man to use. There was no point in me having an opinion these days, with no way of voicing it I had come to find pleasure in being used. But being the means of disposal for my master’s toilet was a lesson I still needed to learn to love.
As I thought this I heard the sickening noise of Jerry’s asshole opening slowly as he let a large log of scat fall down and straight into my silently screaming mouth.
All I could do was attempt to hold my stomach together as I slowly chewed on my master’s friend’s poo. Chunk after chunk was swallowed down as I felt the stuff get stuck between my teeth and smear my face.
I heard the garage door swing close as Jerry had left me to it. This is was how I would stay for the next hour or so, eating my way through Alan, Jerry and Master’s shit and piss till they were randy enough to have me.
I finished Jerry’s waste and before long I heard the door swing open and heard the sound of one of the other two sitting themselves above me. Again the rush of warmth as my face was covered with flowing piss. I lapped it up eagerly this time, as it helped get rid of the flavour of Jerry’s poo. Hopefully this one wouldn’t need to shit, I thought, but all too soon I was proven wrong as a heavy pile of dung hit my face.
This time though I recognised the flavour as my master. I yelped for joy and ate away happily, hearing a disgusted scoff as master left me alone to this wonderful, brown, gooey meal.
A long time seemed to go by slowly as I revelled in the scent of my master’s bowels. The foul taste on my lips made me feel nervous and excited, licking my teeth and lips, making sure I had eaten every last remnant.
I heard all three re-enter after a while. I thought perhaps I might be allowed out, and began to yip excitedly. But this was not the case.
I heard the sounds of Alan taking his trousers off, and then the noise of him seating himself above me. I got ready to receive his load, when I heard words that made my spine tingle.
“Listen dog… I’ve not been feeling well recently, so this may be a little… Runny…”
All I could do was close my eyes, open my mouth, and brace as a torrent of runny shit slopped it’s way down and into my throat, filling my mouth with his foul mixture.
I found myself slapping my paws and feet against the sides of the box and heard the evil laughter of my captors…

Thankfully, it did not last long. I slurped down what was left of my ‘present’ from Alan, and found the light streaming in when my eyes reopened. Master was glaring down at me.
He walked away and I happily crawled out of the box and onto the floor. The other two looked down at me with devilish grins and I was very aware of the brown substance sticking to various parts of my face and chest.
We all went into the kitchen, me on my hands and knees, led by Master who had me by the leash.
When inside I was elated as Master spooned out a dollop of dog food into a bowl. I tried to conceal my hunger, although some of it having been satisfied by my owner’s and friend’s excrement, as I padded over to my metal bowl.
“Eat.”
I buried my face into my bowl as I ate at the food before me. I had learned to love the taste of dog food, through being deprived of any other sources of nutrition. And I had to admit that the taste of the gritty liver and gravy made my mouth water at the thought of it.
I was very aware of the noise of my Master, Alan and Jerry all beating their cocks openly as I ate away at my meal. It made me happy to think that I was giving them all a show they enjoyed, on all fours, presenting my plugged-tailed ass to them, with my face in a bowl of dog food and my Master holding my leash.
I greedily licked the bowl clean and when I looked up towards my owner, he pointed to Alan.
I turned and immediately Alan’s large, 8 inch cock was forcefully thrust into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, making me gag.
“Aww, did that hurt little puppy?” Asked Alan, sarcasm ruling his voice, “Well if you want me to stop, speak up wont you?” He laughed as he rammed my mouth again and again. I choked and spluttered, and I fought to make an audible sound that wasn’t a wine. He grabbed onto my ears and pulled them painfully as he thrust into my skull. I felt my eyes bulge as he began to shoot load after load of his thick cum straight down my throat.
My neck was crushed as Alan leant all of his weight onto my head, exhausted. He pushed his cock deep into my mouth, till it began to snake down the back of my throat, and I attempted to be a good bitch for him, sucking as hard as I could, taking his dirty cum into my stomach.
Alan withdrew, smiling to himself. He began to make his way to the living room, when I found Jerry’s hard member, pushing up against my lips.
I looked up into Jerry’s eyes, mustering the biggest puppy dog eyes I could manage. He looked back, and then, with a frown, he pushed himself deep into my skull.
I gagged once more, but he held me to him, forcing me to relax my throat and allow him to push himself deep inside my face, his curly pubic hair worming up my nose.
Jerry gasped and groaned as he pulled himself in and out of my mouth, sliding his hard shaft along my tongue. He was much gentler than Alan once he got going, and I was all the more glad to lick and suck his cock as he let out different noises of pleasure.
He came soon also. And I was glad to drink from his fountain of a dick. He thrusted with each shot of cum, which caused his dick to get slick with his stickiness. He continued to thrust as he had a long orgasm, finally pulling out to allow me to savour the sensation of my tongue being bathed in his sticky fluid.
“Don’t swallow boy!” Ordered Jerry, I did what I was told, giving the dirty pervert a kinky smile, knowing what was to come. I opened my mouth wide, revealing my cum-filled cheeks, and he spat into my mouth.
“There’s a good boy…” I swirled the mixture around for a moment before letting it slowly slip down my throat. As I did so Jerry wiped his slippery dick against my face, and I closed my eyes in a cheeky grin as I enjoyed the sensation.
I then crawled alongside the Master and Jerry, who pulled his trousers up quickly, and we were met by Alan, who was now dressed, standing in the hallway.
I sat, watching up eagerly at the men as Master’s friends passed him the money they owed him for the evening’s session. I loved it that Master whored me to his friends, I felt like a slutty puppy and what’s more was that I was helping to pay for myself. In fact, when I thought about it, I probably paid for all my upkeep, plus a little extra for Master… This thought made me tingle with pride and fulfilment, and made my cock rack against its’ cage, dangerously close to cumming…

Master closed the door, looked down at me and smiled.
“Little puppy, this evening I think I’m going to have some fun!” I yelped for joy at this, as it meant that tonight my tight little ass would be getting ploughed. Master took my leash in his hand and led me upstairs into his playroom.
I loved the playroom, it was a black, padded room, with leather padding on the floor and walls. He lit the candles in each corner of the room and I took in the scent of the room. Everything smelt of rubber and latex. I was in doggy heaven!
There wasn’t a huge amount of things in the room, a cage in one corner, a whipping bench in the other. A set of manacles hung from the ceiling, along one side of the room were a selection of whips and canes, and along the other were photos of various acts of lust and degredation.
Master clicked his fingers, pointing towards the whipping bench. I had no need to be asked twice! I padded over to the ominous creature, and was all too glad to clambour onto it. I laid face down upon the bench, resting a leg on each support.
Master looked through his selection of canes, I had grown to love the feeling of master beating me when it was play time. He was cruel even when he was feeling erotic, but I loved the thought of his cock being erect with my pain.
He didn’t strap me in. I was only strapped in for punishment sessions. When it was play time, I was to hold it for as long as I could, and if I should move I would be punished accordingly. Master was cruel, but I loved him totally, however this really was a one way relationship. For Master I was only here to cook, clean, and be raped on a regular basis, making him some money occasionally.
THWACK!
My body tensed as I felt the cane light up my lower back. All my muschled spasmed as I tried to adjust to the pain. It had come out of nowhere and it stung like a knife cutting into the skin…
THWACK!
Again, this time on my shoulders. Master liked to keep the strokes random, it made it more scary for me, and he loved to see the fear when he looked into my eyes.
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
Slowly, surely, the cane rained down, beating my back senseless. I’m not sure how long it lasted, and I lost count of the strokes, but eventually Master let up, deciding to give me a few momens to rest as he left the room for a moment.
I lay on the bench, the haze of a distant unconciousness looming nearer and nearer. My mouth was filled with the tastes of piss, scat, cum and dog food, my back was fizzing with pain and my ass was going numb with the weight of the butt plug’s tail pulling down.
Master returned with a long box, and a set of keys, neither of which I had seen before. It made me excited at the thought of new toys. My cock sprang into action once more, begging to be released from it’s cage. What was in the box? And what were the keys for?
Master placed both of the items beside the bench, and quickly slipped out of his clothes. He took one of his socks and, rolling it into a ball, pushed it into my mouth. He leered at me as I let out a whimper of pleasure at the taste of his sweaty sock, and then took his cock in his hand, dripping with precum, and smeered it over my wanton face, joining the dried cum and remnant of scat from Jerry and Alan.
I couldn’t help but tense as Master then put a hand on my tail. He slowly pulled out the plug, sending shivers of pleasure through me as my anus caressed the toy. It took all my will power to stop cumming as I felt that, and Master sensed my need for release.
“Oh, that feels good does it? Well just you listen here little bitch. If you DARE make a mess of my floor, I’ll see that you such a hiding, you’ll BEG me to kill you… Except you won’t, coz you can’t speak can you?” He let out a cruel and twisted laugh. I felt so small at that moment.
Master picked up his keys once more, and ran one of them down my back, starting from my neck. At first it was gentle and caused me to blush with a tingle of pleasure, but as he got lower he dug the key into my skin deeper, causing me to writhe in pain. When he reached the small of my back he stopped, much to my thankfulness.
To my surprise, and delight, my Master then took hold of my cock’s cage! I was in a state of shock as my master unlocked the cage and let it drop away, allowing my balls to hang down for the first time in 6 months and for my small, worthless dick to slap against my belly.
It was all too much. For months now I had served this man, I had grown to love him. And now my cock had been exposed to the open air. All the sensations where overwhelming me. I had the wonderful tastes in my mouth, with the scent of Master’s sock wafting up to my nostrils. My back was on fire from the beating I had taken. My anus was still feeling strangely ticklish after having the plug pulled out. The curiosity I was feeling toward the box and the sensations of my freed dick was just too much.
I closed my eyes, blushing as I grunted and felt myself cumming. I arched my back as my dick shot my fluids through the space on the bench, onto the floor. I grunted with pleasure and felt exhausted. Resting against the bench.
Feeling the excitement die down, I felt myself coming to my senses. Suddenly this whole scene was no longer erotic. Not it was horrific, sickening. I wanted out, I didn’t like the tastes, the smells or the sensations.
But before I could make a move, Master had secured my limbs to the bench using the big leather straps on it.
“Bad dog, naughty naughty little puppy… Well, don’t worry, you can clean this mess up for master, just as soon as you’ve been punished accordingly…” I tried to speak out, to protest, but I couldn’t. I didn’t know what to do, I looked to master, silently pleading that he would be gentle. But I knew it was a worthless effort, worthless like me.
Master opened his new box. I couldn’t see what was in it. But I heard whatever it was tinkling as something metal knocked gently together.
“I was hoping you’d cum. That’s right, I was manipulating you so that I could have a reason to punish you.” He walked round to my head. I felt myself shivering with fear as he drew close. He brought his face close to mine, I thought he might kiss me. Master never once kissed me, he said that I was his pet, not his lover, and that when he entered me he was fucking me, because there was no love there. Master moved close, and then spat.
I felt tears beginning to well up. I wanted to go, but I knew that he would never let me go, he would sell me to another, who would sell me on, until they decided that they really did want to kill me, and then that would be the end of it.
Master took his new whip and showed it to me. I began to cry, letting the sock drop to the floor as I silently sobbed, shaking my head. He slowly stroked my cheek with the leather handle, using it to prop my chin up so he could stare mercilessly into my sorry eyes. He then let me feel the length of the weapon, running the snake-like tail of the whip slip along my cheek. The toy felt warm, and then cold as the end became a length of chain link. I felt myself pull away as the small blades that were attached to each of the chains’ ends dragged along my face.
Master cackled with delight. “Ooo! You’re not gonna cum again anytime soon are you faggot?”
He stepped behind me…
Nothing…
THWACK!
I yelped and cried as the first shot echoed throughout the dark room. The chains hit my back and bruised me, but the small knives dug into my skin. I felt my back arch to go with him as each blade tore skin as they left my body.
THWACK!
THWACK!
I counted only 5 whips in all. But I also noted the blood that was running down my sides, and the pain, unlike anything I had felt before.
Master undid my strap, and pulled me roughly, by my leash to the floor. I fell in a crumpled heap, shaking with the pain, exhaustion and fear. Master left the room, returning moments later with a stool which he sat on, watching me, stroking his swollen penis.
“The floor”
I wasn’t foolish enough to refuse my Master, especially not after what had just happened…
I crawled over to where I had spurted my cheap mess earlier, and began to lick away. It was cold now, and it made my stomach churn to gulp it down. But as I did so I began to feel my doggie instincts kick back in. By the time I was done I was licking the floor clean, trying to keep my mind off of my bleeding back.
“Here pup”
I crawled towards Master, and looked up into his hateful eyes. It was time to put my ass to work. Master loved to watch me squirm when I sat myself on his dick, and this evening would be no different.
I turned my back to him, presenting my already puckering hole, ready to by lubed.
“No boy, not tonight. Your shitty hole is lubed up enough as it is from your little dump in the garden earlier…”
I turned to look at him. It hurt enough as it was with lube, but now he wanted to do it without!?! I wouldn’t refuse him though, my hole belonged to him, and it was his right to use it however he saw fit.
I stood up, feeling the pain seep through my body as my back stung from the movement. He looked at me, an evil smile upon his lips as I placed a paw on his shoulder and straddled his lap. He held his swollen cock in place as I sat down slowly on his member.
The thickness was too much, and it pushed against my opening, stretching me wide. I wined a little and continued to put pressure as I squatted down. He let out a low chuckle as I silently pleaded him to make it all stop. But he sat there as I stretched my hole over his fat dick, tearing myself in the process.
Finally I was on him. He let his head roll back and smiled as I sat all my weight down on his lap. He was much bigger than I, and so this didn’t bother him. I adjusted to the feeling of him deep inside me, finding the feeling wonderful. And I began to rock up and down on him.
He began to pant and push his hips up to meet my ass cheeks, he was enjoying the feeling a lot, I was loving the sensations of giving him that pleasure. Soon my own ass began to feel waves of pleasure as Master pushed inside me.
I began to pant and yelp with joy as Master got louder. I watched as Master’s pleasure slowly began to build up. He clutched me tightly, and suddenly everything hurt again. He pulled me deeper onto his meat, and clutched at my brutally scarred back, raking his fingers down the many cuts in my skin.
I let out a howl of pain, and Master smiled into my eyes, he seemed to love the sight of my tears as they welled up once more.
“Shut up you mangy mongrel!”
I felt myself being knocked clean off of Master’s dick, off of his lap and onto the floor with one hard slap. I lay, panting, trying to regain my senses.
But master was on top of me once more. He quickly thrust inside me, pushing his meat inside me, causing me to bark in pain again.
He didn’t hesitate, instead began to pick up a pace as he pulled me up onto my haunches, grabbing my hips and pulling them close to him. He was loving it, I was too. The feeling of my master’s dick inside me, fucking me, raping me, made me hard once more. He took hold of my left shoulder with his hand, grabbing a handful of flesh and squeezing it painfully. I silently arched myself to him, allowing him deeper inside me, I was desperate to be filled by my master, and I felt him growing even more inside me.
Master’s face drew close to me ear as he leant over me, becoming more and more excited.
As he rocked back and forth, master reached between my thighs, taking hold of my tender balls. I felt him caress them, massaging them.
I let my head fall back, so that my ear rested on his cheek, I was in love. My owner had finally opened to me, I had shown him my dedication and now he was showing me his gentler side, playing with my young testicles.
But I was wrong.
“You cum a lot puppy. Too much for my liking… We’re gonna have to sort this out… I’ve booked you in to see a friend of mine next week, he specialises in sorting out this sort of thing… The time next week you’ll be smooth here, just like a REAL dog. No balls, no ugly little dick. Just smoothness, that’ll be a good dog won’t it?”
Master squeezed my balls tightly, the pain and the trauma caused me to arch back towards him, pushing my hips deep to his. As I began to cry, master let go of his pent-up frustration, cumming in long, continuous streaks. I felt my belly being filled with his seed. He let out a roar, slapping my bloody back…

A few minutes later, Mater returned with a bowl. He didn’t say a word, just placed the empty dish infront of me. I lowered my head, I was worthless. I was just an item for him and his friends to shit on, and use to cum inside. This time next week I would have no genitals of my own, I was no longer a human, I was a sub-human dog, a plaything, a slut.
I squatted over the bowl, and let the cum drip from my bowels. I could feel the master’s perverted gaze as I squeezed his juice from myself.
When I looked down at the bowl, I saw a lump of poo in the middle, surrounded by a pool of cum. I slowly lowered my head to the mixture, gave it a little sniff, and then began to lick at the clear liquid.
I felt the warm mess slip down my gullet, and began to carefully chew on the brown lump.
I looked up. Master smiled at the clean bowl, and led me into the bedroom. He sat me down on the floor. He took the bedside lamp off of his table and placed it down before me.
“Here you go little fag, I got you a photo, so you know what to look forward to…”
He then placed infront of me a photo of the backside of a dog that had been neautered. He stroked the back of my head, and smiled into my horrified eyes.
He then walked round to the side of his bed, got in, and fell straight into a deep, loud sleep.
I lay awake, thoughts of the day swimming around inside my head. The smells and feelings all created images for me, and this picture laying infront of me kept my attention, I couldn’t look away.
I was Master’s little puppy, and soon I would be his bitch. I looked at my little cock and balls. For some reason, I was erect…