A Hand To Steady Me. I Stumbled Forward, Staring At His Fur. It’s Like He Knows I’m Having Trouble.

Bernard loved getting fucked by Dinnis. Feeling the entire length of his shaft rubbing its way through his innards; the eternity of that sensual agony once Dinnis had inserted his erection. Dinnis never came quickly and it could literally be hours and non-stop. Bliss for Bernard. Feeling that amorphous warmth as he ejaculated those massive amounts of Centaurian cum into him; stuffed him with that liquid joy. He loved how that cum would drip from his ass, or off of his lips, as Dinnis slid his spent and quivering meat, finally, all the way out.

It wasn’t the only the thing they ever did, but… one day in three it was.

This was the life.

They were pleased, because I was now theirs. Flashes of my old life came and went, but they had been told this might happen during the beginning of my new life and to simply reinforce my new life any time I appeared to resist; they must always push me harder than I resist an order.

There was once when I thought I resisted, but all that happened was I was even more trapped or more restrained…

…

Or more filled…

I resist the urge to impale myself when he tells me I want to. I know I want to and then I am full to the brim and I am happy

I resist the urge to tell him how happy I am and, instead, let him deeper into me

I resist the urge to breathe when he fills me, presses onto me until his flesh covers my eyes and his hair tickles my cheeks

The bristly, wooly bodies

The heavy, baritone voices

The woody, pungent odors

The savory, tender flesh

The relentless, penetrating thrusts

…

They bathe me in time, but day after day, my only filth is their sweat and cum; and they like it that way.

Every day, they come home and untether me, standing over me with pride in their pet, already half dressed and soon to be bare naked

Why would I resist…

I had come in and sat at the chair beside his desk while he spoke, but now... Now he'd removed his shirt and his beautifully hairy body was insanely compelling. I slid out of the chair to my knees. He followed my movements, turning to keep facing me. One hand rested at his crotch, on top of the jeans that were hiding the rest of him. I don't know what came over me then, but I made him get rid of the rest of those clothes and happily swallowed his delicious meat, buried in all that magnificent hair. In the end it was he who came over me; his cock spurted his juices all over my face. I was in heaven every time he did it.

I like to have pleasurable things to look at. Working with the company, I’ve been able to improve my decorations considerably. Now, I have a toy waiting for my desires in almost every room. It’s getting to where I have enough of them to engage in some … relaxing … whenever I like. This one is my favorite, though. He takes my cock very well. I like watching his hard cock bounce on his stomach as I fuck him. So big and … If I’m not careful, I’ll do something stupid, like … Ohh, his cock would feel so good in my mouth. I bet I could swallow the whole thing if I tried… I’ll bet my independence. In fact, I’ll have him shove his beautiful, hot erection down my throat while I fuck one of my other toys. He’s so well trained, I bet he could fuck my face for days. To swallow that rod of his, and the juices it can spew… I might lose my will to that cock, but it would be worth it.

I was warned. That is, I was made fully aware of the kind of things I would be made to wear if I lost this bet. Some of it restrictive, some of it … invasive; and some of it, supposedly, freeing.

There was this story I’d heard about a guy who … well, it changed his life and he never wanted to leave. I mean, anyone can choose to stop doing a thing, right? Story goes he agreed to one day, but by the time I heard, it had been a couple of weeks and the man still hadn’t uttered a proper sentence. One guy said there had to be some kind of hypnosis involved. The few stories I’ve heard never really talk much about the winner of the bet, so it’s hard to trace any truth in these rumors.

So I was in a pub, having a good time with some guys, some of them friends - when I get into it with a guy who says if he wins the bet, I have to be a pup for a whole day. He says to me pads for comfort, but also mitts, cuffs, a collar a tail a leash and maybe something for my mouth. So I lost the bet and … no, wait, the bet actually was the gear … or no… well, anyway, it was just a day. At the end of a day, I would be clear to remove myself.

So I got fitted, someone actually took a look at me with my clothes off and either made or found some gear that fit me real close and snug and a dildo went up my ass. First thing they did was assure me I was getting no sex and they proved it by putting a cage around my dick. I couldn’t get hard if I wanted to. The pads on my knees made walking around so much easier. And they were right about how comfortable the mitts were. My hands didn’t mind being in this one bit. It did hide my fingers, tho, so I was way more at his mercy. I trusted him, tho. The cuffs he put at my wrists and ankles were interesting. On some level I felt they were decorative, but there was clearly a use in putting a ring on each limb. They could tie me up so many different ways with those. One thing master said was important for this day was the leash and collar. There were a ton of guys who’d want to see the gear I was wearing and he needed a way to be sure I didn’t get lost in a crowd. These leash was also important because of the next things. I couldn’t talk anymore, because of a face … um … thing… my jaw was stuck open around either a ball or a longer thing. I kind of liked how the longer thing filled my mouth, but every time master took it out for inspection, it was a little bit longer going back in. Master inspected it until it was the perfect size to help me swallow, but I could still get air, it just kept my breathing slow. The other thing was the tail. This way, I could wag when I was happy. The tail came from the end of a … something I wore in my … this one I was less fond of, but master took great care to fit me properly. Once I was in, I had a way to confirm I was enjoying myself. There, stuck on all fours and drooling around a mouthful, I wagged my tail to let him know everything fit. He called me a good boi and sent me to bed. My day as a pet would soon begin.

Waking up was a new experience. All these things reminding me I’m a pup. The new pressure and comfort in the various things I was wearing. Master asked how I was feeling and I wagged my tail. I was not expecting the sensation of… as the huge rubber tail wagged back and forth, I felt … inside, I felt it moving back and forth and I lost focus for a moment. Master called me a good boi and petted my head. For some reason, that felt … good… The rest of the time, I found myself surprised at a lot of things that … felt good. I did only as I was told. There was a bit of breakfast, but I didn’t have to make or do anything with it. Master plugged a small tube onto my face piece and then pushed my food through. I felt it coming out in the back of my mouth and swallowed. It wasn’t a big breakfast, but it didn’t taste bad … I think. Later in the day, Master did want to clean everything. He took me to the wash room and soaped me up. He took some of the stuff from me to clean underneath, but only one thing at a time. He reassured me the whole time, with pets and scratches. When he was done, I thanked him by leaning into him. I wagged my tail a bit and felt it wagging inside me. It felt so good I actually moaned. Master called me a good boi. I actually was starting to … be fond of looking up at him, the belt buckle at the base of my vision and his matted wet torso rising above, topped by his bearded smiling face. I wagged some more and moaned again. Playfully, he grabbed at my swinging tail, bumping it sometimes and sending waves deep inside me. Finally, he said he needed to check that piece, so he replaced it with another. It was a little easier going in and out, this time, but I do think the new one was actually a little bigger inside me. Longer, I think. Finally, he got me ready for bed and said I had a big day ahead.

So now, I’m one of those stories. I’m one of those stories, because he takes care of me so well, all day, tending my body and keeping me prepared … for my day as his pet. Little by little, I forget. My old life gets further and further back in my mind until there is only my Master and obeying him. There is only being ready to wake up under his command. But he is kind. I’m trained to communicate some important things when my mouth is free. I’m fed and cared for, but I am required to tell him if I need cock. He only touches me when he cleans me. It isn’t like that. But I do have to tell him if I feel the urge to… I’m not allowed to talk but for one basic sound that I make if my mouth is open when I swallow. The easiest thing to say when he takes the brace out of my mouth and it sounds like cock. It’s perfect, because all I want is to cum. Unfortunately, Master doesn’t know exactly what I mean, so he and the boys produce their cocks. Some of them are hard already and some of them soft. When Master asks me what I want, I think of having an erect cock and cumming, so I approach and nuzzle the hard cocks. My open mouth keeps making the sound until one of them grips my head and aims his hard flesh where my brace goes. I never wanted to swallow cock before, but this one fit so well inside me. He did push deeper than I’m used to, but I was relieved to have something there. Sliding in and out of me was a newer sensation, but it meant I had time to breathe, because when he pushed me to his root, I couldn’t quite inhale. Men’s voices around me called me a good boy. I wagged my tail and felt the pressures inside me, rolling my eyes into my head; unprepared for the wave of happiness at all these sensations.

That was my first experience with a man’s cum and most of it went straight into my belly. He pulled a slobbery and thick wet cock from my throat and there were instantly three others in my face. At random I happily and obediently let my face fall on one of them and then his hands held me while he found his rhythm. Hands began to pet me all over and even play with my tail. I felt them pushing my tail further in, not just side to side. One of them played with it in and out and in and out until he pulled it free. I didn’t quite like the feeling, but he put something right back. Hands grabbed my hips and a long object entered me, filling me up, pushing deeper than I’d ever felt before until I felt his body rest against my butt cheeks, thighs against my hamstrings. My groin felt a fire, but the cage held me fast while I obeyed my Master. It was not appropriate for my cock to wag around without permission. Instead I dripped everywhere. While the cocks kept their rhythm for my spit roasting, Master touched my penis and played with my pre. He also called me such a good boy. My leash was not connected and neither were my cuffs, there, between those two men, they were my second and third for the afternoon, but they were not the last. After the last, I was exhausted and dripping fluids of countless men’s cocks from everywhere. A few of them jerked off and came across my face or shoulders or wherever else. Master cleaned me up quite tenderly and then got me ready for bed, fitting all my accessories back in place where they belonged and telling me to get rest before my day as his pet.

I woke to Master removing my mouth piece so I could receive his morning wood. As he relieved himself into me, he greeted someone else into the room, welcoming them to use me. The bigger dildo was wiggled and removed and easily filled with the cock. Now spit roasted again, I began to pre, taken by the stuffing of cock. I never questioned any of it, not one step of my reprogramming was resisted. My Master made me into his new pet and I … believed I was still waiting for that day to begin.

He was promised beer. We gave him beer. He was guzzling his fourth before he started to feel the effects. His dick was hard and he was pulling it vigorously before he stopped drinking the beer; drinking it so sloppily that it was spilling down his hairy chest. He’d be spilling cum down his chest for the rest of the night. If we can manage to get him to drink a couple more beers, the additive should have him guzzling cum right through training.

I put on my jumper just to show my roommate how visible my cock was.

He laughed and took photos while I stood there. I didn’t understand what was so funny, but I was also unaware of what he’d put in my drink and what he’d sprinkled on the jumper without my noticing, just before I put it on.

As I stood there, my visible cock visibly stiffened. While I still believed I was just waiting for him to be done, I was actually waiting for my master to give me my first command.

Finally, he commanded me. “Off.” he said. “All of it.” I stripped naked and waited for whatever commands my master had for me and I did so hope they involved his cock.

The buttons kept slipping. He quit worrying about it. Then, some really surprisingly sexy men joined the activities. It was impossible to hide the fact his dick was so hard. Later, they and some others stuck around to hang out. The buttons kept slipping. Everyone laughed. When the button slipped that loosed his throbbing stiff member, the night got very interesting.