Novella
Chapter 3 of 10
I really needed to piss though. I remembered the drain in the middle of the cell’s floor but with my hands tightly padded in my bondage mittens, there was no way for me to feel around for it. I crawled around in my cell hoping I was far enough away from my mattress and released a stream of piss through my tiny metal chastity cage. I pissed like a bitch would. On all fours. Raising a leg is something only male dogs do, and my owners had been very clear about my status. This position was more comfortable, but it also meant that some piss would run down my inner thighs. And so, it did. Most of it went to the floor though and the smell of my urine filled my little dark cell. Relieved, I crawled back to my mattress. Only to lay down on a partially wet bed. I hadn’t missed it entirely. I could now either stay on my piss-soaked mattress or lay down on the hard concrete floor which was also wet from my piss. Either option was resulting in being marinated in my own urine. I chose the mattress, closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
I don’t know how much time had passed, when I was harshly woken up from the bright ceiling light being switched on. I instinctively closed my eyes and tried to adjust them to the brightness. As I looked around, I could see that the puddle I had made had already drained and the floor as well as my mattress were completely dry. I figured that it must have been quite a while then. My empty stomach was reminding me of this fact, too. I sat down on my hind legs like a dog on my mattress. Then, I heard the door being unlocked and Master John greeted me with a satisfied smile, as I immediately got into a begging position and barked happily. “Good pet, Trixie. Did you enjoy your stay?”, Master asked and gave me soft pat on my head. I barked and licked his hand. “I see your new markings have turned out nicely.”, he added. I blushed and looked down at the floor, feeling a little bit embarrassed.
“All right, time to get you out of here. It’s been a whole day already. We were out for some drinks yesterday and kind of forgot you, but you’ll have to get used to it. When we’re away and can’t find a dog sitter, it’s likely that you’ll be locked up for even a much, much longer time.”, Master explained while taking my leash. I followed behind him obediently, shaking my tailplug. I wasn’t surprised about what he just said. It’s common for a slave to be idle. However, this would probably prove to be the hardest part for me as I wasn’t particularly fond of constant boredom.
Master led me out of the cell block and out of the barn. He took me back into the little forest where I had been sleeping on my first visit. We followed a little trail through the woods when he stopped at a clearing and he removed my tailplug with one swift yank. I let out a loud yelp as the knot was mercilessly forced out of my fuckhole, to his great amusement.
“Right, bitch. Welcome to your bathroom. We’ll take you here to do your business twice a day. When you’re locked up in the cell, you can use the drain like you already did. The cctv camera has night vision.”, Master John explained. I blushed. He’d seen my misery then. I crawled onto a patch of dirt and got into position. I tried to mimic an actual bitch taking a shit as good as I could. I sat on my back paws and stabilized myself with my front paws, sticking out my ass. Master took out his cellphone to record me. “Good bitch. Go on. You didn’t expect privacy, right? You’re a dog taken on a walk.”, John said grinning.
Aroused by the humiliation, I could feel my dick harden in my small cage as I pushed out a turd, dropping it on the floor while simultaneously peeing myself. I know it sounds fucked up but taking a morning shit in the woods feels very relieving. I really enjoyed my walk. “Good girl, Trixie!”, Master said with a praise as he pushed my plug back in my anus, making me moan with excitement.
We continued the walk for about twenty minutes, Master making me stop here and there to go fetch a stick or making me sniff the occasional animal droppings we encountered. Canine behaviour was strictly enforced. Other people were now preparing for university and here I was trying to learn to differentiate different animals by the smell of their shit. If you don’t call that justice, I don’t know what is.
As we got back from our walk, Master led me back into the barn and clipped my leash to a hook in the wall. He left for a moment and then returned with a garden hose. Without any warning, he opened the faucet and started to hose me down with cold water, making me shiver and move back a little but I couldn’t get far with my leash holding me back. Master didn’t care and meticulously cleaned my shivering naked body, washing my hair and face, too. When he was satisfied, Master removed my plug again, hosed it down to wash off the shit from our morning walk and started cleaning around my asshole. Although it was cold, the sensation from the water pressure around my fuckhole made me horny and excited.
Master John reduced the water pressure and rammed the hose’s nozzle directly into my anus, flooding my insides with water. I yelped as the nozzle entered me but soon enjoyed the feeling of being filled. Enemas have always given me more pleasure than pain. Master John wasn’t going easy on me though. He kept filling me up with greater amounts than I had ever taken. The pressure inside me was getting greater and greater and I could clearly see a bulge on my belly. I yelped in pain as I reached my limit, but Master didn’t care. He kept filling me up until I nearly looked like a pregnant bitch. I tried to steady my breathing to fight the cramps and tried to keep my cunt closed around the hose. When Master finally pulled out the hose from my ass and allowed me to release the fluids, a massive stream of water and shit shot out of my anus and onto the concrete barn floor beneath me.
As I was being emptied out, a sigh of relief escaped me, and I was able to relax my muscles again. Not for long though. Master repeated the procedure four more times until he was satisfied. I was plugged again and led to a dry corner of the barn while the insides of my anus slowly disappeared in down the drain close to where I had been washed. Master dried me off with a towel that was hanging on a hook. I later found out that it would only be washed once every three months.
Clean and dry, Master led me back to the kennel where I was fed with the familiar cheap wet dog food again.
“Did you enjoy your first morning routine, whore?”, Master asked. I hesitated, still feeling some cramps in my belly but I was incredibly horny. I titled my head to the side like a puppy, tried to smile through my ring-gag and gave Master a cheerful bark, wagging my tail. “Good girl, heel!”, Master commanded and I followed him.
He took me to his van in the driveway and secured me in my cage. I was nervous. Where would we be going? He didn’t speak a word with me. He just got in the driver’s seat and took off with his naked faggot in dog-gear in the back. The drive took us about 30 minutes, but I had no idea where we were going. The back had no windows, and I was new to this part of the country. I felt the road changing from asphalt to gravel and I was rocking from side to side in my cage when the van suddenly came to a stop. I could hear people talking outside, but I couldn’t understand what they were saying.
After a while, the door to the back of the van opened and I saw Master John standing next to another man. He was older than John. At least in his late 60s and about 140 kg (300 lbs). He had short grey hair and a moustache. The man was dressed in a lab coat and was wearing rubber boots. He had a friendly smile though.
“That’s your new bitch, ey?”, the man asked John. “Jup, that’s the worthless dog-fucker I told you about, Clint.”, John answered. Clint climbed into the van and stood next to my cage, looking at me like a piece of meat. I was embarrassed. There was a stranger looking at me in my despicable state as if I was just some life-stock. The thought was arousing though, and I didn’t even try to hide from him. I thought that the earlier I learn to leave my feelings of shame behind me, the better pet I would be. “My, that’s a pretty bitch ya got there!”, Clint said while opening my cage and attaching a leash to my collar. I followed him out of the van and into what I now saw was the driveway in front of a small rural farm.
Clint began touching my body, running his meaty hands all over me, inspecting my restraints, fondling my caged dick and giving me a slap on my ass which I acknowledged with a small, submissive yelp. “Oh, I see, I see. It will be fun working with you, dogboy.”, Clint said. “These are some really nice tattoos, John. I would love to give make some suggestion on how to improve his look even further.”, Clint said yanking my leash, signalling me to follow him. John nodded.
The three of us went up the driveway to the house. Clint led us inside and took us to a room to the right which turned out to be a veterinarian’s office. In the middle of the room was a large steel examination table, which he made me climb onto. My uncomfortably bulging cock in my chastity cage telling everyone wordlessly how much this was turning me on.
“So, the full treatment?”, Clint asked. “Yep, give it the premium package. It’s gonna be with us for a very long time.”, John said. My heart began to race a little. What were they talking about? I thought that the old man would only fuck me on the table. What package?
My questions were answered when Clint returned with several syringes. “Don’t look at me that frightened, cunt. It’s just several vaccinations. Can’t have you getting sick from breeding.”, Clint explained, and I relaxed a little. The vet made me lay down on my back and grabbed my left arm, searching for a vein. When he was satisfied, he pushed the needle and its contents into my bloodstream.
“Alright, rabies shot is done!”, Clint exclaimed and got to the next ones. I was going through the entire canine vaccination schedule that day. Kennel Cough, DHPP, Distemper and Parvovirus. When he was finally done, Clint came back with another syringe, this one being larger than the previous ones which he held to my right arm pushing something underneath my skin. “It’s a microchip, bitch. I am a certified veterinarian. You’re being registered as an actual pet. You have a registration number and will even receive a pet passport, dog-fucker.”, Clint said noticing my bulging chastity cage. “Seems that turned you on, cunt. I have just degraded you from human to animal. Officially, nonetheless.”, he said grinning. I answered with a happy bark.
Next Clint came back with a piercing gun. But one I hadn’t seen before. It was much larger than the ones that had been used on me previously. He held up a yellow plastic tag. Like the tags you find on cows and other life-stock. I gulped. I don’t have a problem with wearing earrings, but these would raise questions. It would be really humiliating to walk around with tags like this.
Before I could protest, Clint held the gun to my right ear and pierced it with the tag. I was used to it and didn’t feel much pain. He repeated the process on my left ear. While he disinfected the wounds, Master John held up a little mirror, allowing me a glimpse at myself. I looked utterly ridiculous. The yellow tags were standing out and you could even see them through my hair. However, my dehumanization was also turning me on. Nearly as much as being taken by Rex. I looked like faggot and a farm animal. Hiding what I truly am was going to be impossible from now on.
With a sigh, Clint sat down on his office chair and Master John helped me off the table and back on all fours again. Clint opened his trousers and dropped them to his ankles, revealing his veiny and fat schlong. “Come here, bitch. Time to thank me properly for wasting my time with a useless mutt like you.”, he commanded. I quickly crawled over to him and lowered my snout to get to his dick. This was a little tricky as his fat belly was in the way. In a rather awkward angle, I took his penis into my muzzle, through my ring-gag and into my mouth. The pungent aroma of an unwashed and sweaty old men hit me instantly. He was musky and sticky from the sweat that had accumulated over the day. I inhaled deeply. The smell of a real man, the smell of unwashed cock. I am addicted to this. It gets me off and makes my little faggot dick hard in my cage. He noticed my sniffing. “Like that, cunt?”, Clint asked and pressed my head hard against his cock, forcing me to take in his entire length, my nose now much closer to his smelly balls.
I gagged a little but after the initial struggle I have had with sucking Master John’s cock, I had used the two weeks off to practice with my dildo every day. I didn’t want to anger my owners. Tears were running down my eyes and of course I was turned into a mess again but this time I managed to stay still and take his dick in my upper fuckhole. Clint wasn’t as fast as John had been. He enjoyed to ram is cock deep into my mouth and then holding me in place so he could enjoy the insides of my throat. He leaned back and moaned. Master John had sat down next to him and watched how he used me. “Keep your eyes always open when sucking a cock, slut.”, he lectured me. I complied. Although I couldn’t see much. Clint’s belly was keeping me from looking at his face.
He continued to use me for about 10 minutes until I could feel him getting close to cumming. With a satisfied groan, he pulled his cock out of my throat and rewarded my obedience with a massive cumshot directly into my face. He even held my left eye open with two fingers and came on it, causing me a cum-blurred vision on this side. His juice got stuck in my hair, too and some of it was also running down my snout, dropping onto the floor.
“There we go! Now you look a lot more presentable, bitch!”, Master John said jokingly. “Alright, we’re done here. You found yourself a nice whoreboy there, John. I am looking forward to working with that miserable creature.”, Clint added and shook John’s hand. Both men said goodbye and I followed Master back into the van and into my cage. It seemed that this wouldn’t be my last time that I met Clint.
John drove off. To my surprise, the ride back seemed to be a lot longer than before. I was wondering if we were going back home. My questions were answered as the van came to a stop and John led me out of the car. We were standing in front of a large, abandoned factory which was located at the outskirts of the town, next to the forest. The entire area seemed to be deserted. Master John grabbed a bag from the car and made me follow him, holding my leash firmly in his hand.
I followed him into the run-down building. We were standing in a large entrance hall that clearly hasn't been in use for many years. The entire room was empty, except for some broken furniture that was scattered around. The wallpapers were long gone and the walls as well as the floor were just barren and dusty concrete and tiles. One of the walls was in ruins and you could see outside. All the windows that were left, were broken. It was a remote and dirty place. I followed Master through the rubble crawling behind him while his footsteps echoed from the walls.
Master led me to the middle of the room and made me stop in front of a large concrete pillar. Expectantly I looked at him. Without a word, he took a chain out of the bag that he had brought and placed it around the pillar, securing it with a padlock. The other end of the chain, about 3 meters in length, was attached to my collar and secured with a padlock, securing me to the concrete pillar. I shivered a little as I heard the lock click in place. Master John then placed two dog bowls in front of me. One he filled with water that he poured from a bottle, the other with my dedicated dog food.
I had a bad feeling about this and got some flashbacks from my brutal night in the forest. It seemed that I was in for yet another ordeal of being exposed and left behind. “Don’t look so stupid, mutt. Mistress and I have guests tonight and we can’t have you crawling around. This is a good training exercise for you, dog whore.”, he said harshly. I gulped but lowered my head to signal my submission.
With a quick yank, Master removed my tailplug. Instead, he attached a harness to my lower back which would hold my anal plug, giving access to my asshole while still making sure that I retain the appearance of a dog.
Lastly, John took a bottle and some plastic gloves from the bag. He put the gloves over his hands and then began to smear the contents of the bottle over my entire body. He made sure that I was thoroughly coated in the smelly liquid. It wasn’t an unpleasant smell. Just potent and unfamiliar. I had never smelled this before.
“Breeder’s musk, bitch. You smell like a bitch in heat now. No dog will be able to resist you.”, he said laughing. I looked at him in disbelief. Taking Rex was one thing but what the hell was going to happen me here?!
John took his bag and turned around, leaving me alone in the abandoned factory. With one hand waving goodbye, he said: “See you tomorrow, bitch! Let’s hope you’ll enjoy your evening as much as us!” Instinctively I leaped forward but my chain held me back. I barked pleadingly but he just laughed and left me there. As I heard the van driving away, I started to breathe heavily.
What was going to happen to me here? What If someone found me? It’s still in the middle of the day! Hikers, teenagers playing near the factory, ordinary people! What if someone saw me? Would I be arrested? I was sure it’s not legal to run around naked! And what would they think?! But I calmed down a little when I remembered how far we were in the outskirts of town. It was unlikely but still possible. I just hoped that no one would find me.
As I couldn’t do anything about my current situation, I just sat down like a dog and waited. Besides being restrained, naked and chained to a massive concrete pillar, smelling like a bitch, it was a cool and relaxing place. I could hear the birds chirping outside and the fresh air was pleasant. This situation was to change for the worse in no time.
After a while, I got thirsty and crawled forward to take a sip of water from my dog bowl. The rattling of the chain in combination with the echo in the large factory made me unaware of my surroundings. As I had my head lowered into the bowl and my ass up high in the air, I suddenly felt something wet at my back door. In panic I turned around and saw a large mangy mutt sniffing my asshole, panting heavily. His fur was dirty, and he was covered in dried mud. This dog was larger than me and I was clearly turning him on. I could see his knot peeking out of its furry shaft.
There was nothing I could do. I tried to crawl away but there was no escape, the chain was holding me back and as I tried to flee, he growled aggressively. I decided that it would be best just to give him what he wanted. I was already a dog bitch, one more wouldn’t hurt, I thought. Submissively I stopped and got into position, trying to give him easy access to my behind. With a quick pull, the massive beast was on top of me. His dirty paws leaving marks all over my back and bloody scratches, too. The mutt rested his front paws on my tights, hugging me from behind. He was heavy. Almost too heavy for me but I managed to keep still.
Just moments later I could already feel his cock poking at my anus. Like Rex, he had no compassion for me. All that he wanted to do was mate and follow his instincts. With a merciless and hard push, he pressed his knot inside my asshole. He was larger than Rex. As I took his dirty doggy cock, I moaned with every push from him. He was fucking me fast and hard. I tried to follow his rhythm, but he was insatiable. Every thrust from him made my knees feel like pudding and every thrust made me feel so little and humiliated that my tiny dicklet nearly exploded in its cage.
The mutt mounted me for a while when he finally pushed the entire knot inside me, shooting load after load of hot stray-dog cum into my asshole. His knot was so thick, I had trouble breathing when the whole thing went in. Aroused and horny I moaned loudly through my ring-gag. If the action with Rex was dehumanizing, this was even worse. But I loved it. I had never done anything only closely remotely as fucked up as this. Being a dog-bitch is one thing but being a whore mangy stray dogs is on another level.
As he was filling me with his seed, I had my first prostate orgasm. My tiny dicklet was shooting a few droplets of watery cum out of its cage but I was even more horny than before. Tied to his massive knot, I sank down to the floor, resting my cheek on the dirty concrete floor, waiting for him to eventually pull out as I had done it with Rex before.
My ears were ringing, and I could feel the blood pulsating in them. My entire body was hot and covered in paw prints, scratch marks, dog cum, mud and drool. It was an insane experience. As I was laying there, still tied to his knot, I could hear footsteps from behind. I began to panic. I couldn’t turn around as I couldn’t move due to the knot. I was pleading with whatever there was to let it be Master John.
“Holy shit!”, an unfamiliar voice shouted. I wanted to disappear into the floor. My heart was racing, and I felt a level of embarrassment I had never felt before. My entire body was in a flight reaction, but I couldn’t do anything. I closed my eyes. The footsteps came closer and closer until they stopped right in front of me. “What the hell!?”, the voice said again. I opened one eye, looking up slowly at the man standing above me.
He was dressed in patched and tattered clothes and smelled of booze and sweat. He had long unkempt hair and a long beard. It was a homeless person. “I have seen a lot of fucked up shit but that’s by far the most bizarre thing I have ever seen!”, the man said to me. “A boy getting fucked by a dog, a stray dog nonetheless, and dressed in bondage gear!” The man squatted down next to my face and lifted my chin up. I looked him directly in the eyes and could smell his stinky breath. “You need help there? Need me to get the police?”, he asked surprisingly friendly. I quickly shook my head. “I thought so. You seemed to be enjoying yourself. I have been watching you back there.”, he said and smiled. “This is a known cruising area; I live here on the upper floor, but I have seen my share of kinky dudes and girls doing all kinds of sick shit here. However, you’re the kinkiest boy I have seen so far. Don’t you feel embarrassed to do it with a dog?!”, he asked and took a sip from the bottle he had in his right hand. I nodded.
“But ya still like that, don’t you?”, he asked again. I nodded. He took another sip from his bottle and kept looking me in the eyes while he ran his hand over my back. “My, my, you’re a pretty bitch. And I see that you have been already castrated.”, he said as he noticed my chastity cage. In this exact moment the dog finally pulled himself loose from my anus and with a loud plop his knot came out of me, echoing through the entire abandoned factory. We both had to laugh at the situation, and I felt at ease.
He noticed my collar and looked at the tag, while the mutt joined us and began to lick my face. “Trixie it is, huh?”, the man said. “I’m Bojo, you can call me Bo. Well, you could if that gag wasn’t stopping you, I guess.”, he said scratching his head. “Ice uh mee uh.”, I stuttered. Resting my face in his palm I felt relaxed and safe like a stray puppy that had been rescued. Bo gave me a pat on the head. The mutt had detected my dog food and was eagerly lunging towards it. I wanted to crawl to him, but Bo held me back. “Ah wouldn’t do that, girl. He’s friendly but better go hungry than be bitten over some food.”, Bo explained. I agreed in my head and stopped.
Bo got up and inspected my body with curiosity. He clearly enjoyed the hairless body in front of him. Besides my cock, I was quite feminine. He rubbed my back and fondled my ass. He even played with my piercings. I blushed but didn’t stop him. Although he reeked like he hadn’t showered in a month or two, I felt safe with him. “You’re a fine piece of meat, girl. Ahm not gay but it's been a while. Ya don’t mind, do ya?”, he asked as he unzipped his dirty jeans and got his unwashed dick out, holding it in front of my face. Without any hesitation I nodded, crawled closer to him and took him in my mouth. The pungent aroma of dirt, piss, sweat and fustiness hitting my nose instantly while he moaned lustfully.
I felt like I owe him, but it was hard for me not to gag. He was a friendly fellow and I liked him, but I wished that he was cleaner. Still, grateful that nothing bad had happened to me, I wanted to reward him for it by doing my utmost best to please him. Fighting the impulse to gag, I deep throated him as good as I could with a lot of tongue action in between. I smiled internally as I heard him grunt passionately. It didn’t take him long to cum and just after a short while, Bo was filling my gullet with his cum which I swallowed dutifully.
“S’was good, girl.”, Bo said with a relaxed smile and scratched me behind my ears. “But ya better go now, ya don’t wanna spend the night here.”, he added. I looked back at the concrete pillar and gave the chain a yank by throwing my head back and forth, making it rattle. "Ya got no keys?" I shook my head. “When ya gonna get picked up?”, he asked surprised. “oh-morro”, I stuttered through my gag.
“Well, that aint no good. Wouldn’t be a problem upstairs but at night, this is where the strays come to sleep. They gonna run a train wreck on ya, girl.”, he said with a sad expression on his face. I looked at him, with cum and saliva dripping from my mouth and simply shook my shoulders as I got into a mating position, raising my ass.
He smiled, pulled up a chair that was laying around in a corner and sat down next to me. “Seems I’ll get to enjoy another show tonight then.”, Bo said grinning, taking a sip from his bottle.
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