Doghood

Chapter 3

Acceptance

Walking into his closet, Brian stood over Dingus’s cage looking down at him. He smelled of scented body wash and cologne as he prepared for work. Six months into his promotion his taste in clothes changed for a slicker European look that gave Brian a sharper more defined appearance that shadowed David’s aesthetic. Dingus sat on all fours at the front gate looking up at his Master admiring how well dressed and powerful he looked.

*RRRRrrrrrmmhhmmm*

Dingus let out a long whine as he pawed at the cage begging for attention like a real dog. Brian’s eyes look down as he adjusted his tie, smiling at his dog as he got a chubby. After he finished with his tie he unlocked the cage. Dingus crawled out and stuck his nose straight into Brian’s crotch nuzzling his semi-hard cock.

“Mhm, does doggy want a bone?” Brian spoke with a mocking tone.

Dingus dug in deep into his groin rubbing his nose in the outline of his cock bulging out. Brian grabbed his hair, unzipped his pants and stuck his cock in Dingus’s throat as he worked his shaft all the way down. Gagging from the violent thrusts Dingus did his best to take every inch without backing away. Clearly, he needed more work, but he was more compliant and eager to be used as a cum dump for his Master.

Savoring his throat Brian relished in abusing him, watching Dingus degrade himself for his pleasure like a good mutt.

“AARRGGGHHHHH” Brian grunted loudly as he poured his seed down Dingus’s throat.

Holding his head down and firmly into his crotch. Needing to breath Dingus tried to pull away but Brian held him in place feeling his throat open and close around his glans as each pulse spurted out cum. Pulling out slowly, Brian grabs his cock and smacks his dogs face, smearing the leftovers everywhere. Taking a moment to catch his breath Dingus smiled a bit focused on his Master’s deflating cock.

“Good boy, Dingus! High marks on swallowing my cum but we need to work on keeping your paws down. You don’t get to tell me when to pull out, I decide when you get some air, understood dog?”

Barking like a dog, Dingus understood and accepted his critiques.  

Clipping a leash on him, Brain took his dog outside. With the warm weather Brian took his dog out like a real dog walking around the backyard on the grass. The high fences made for privacy even though he lived in a relatively remote area it gave him peace of mind walking his dog out.

Heading back inside, Dingus is led to his cage and locked inside. Every morning was the same, rice and chicken with a fresh bowl of water. Brian turned on the T.V. and locked the closet leaving for the day. On the screen played videos and a slideshow of all the pictures he took using his dog. In addition, there are mirrors all around the sides and back of the cage forcing Dingus to look at himself locked in a cage, wearing nothing but his mitts, collar, tags, ball stretcher and leg wraps. He had grown comfortable looking at himself in this state and even looked forward to it when he jacked off. These methods of training were designed by Brian to help cement Dingus’s status, bombarding him with reminders to get him to feel natural with his transformation. Dingus grabbed his dick and started to jack off harder feeling his paws fumble trying to grip his shaft.

*ZAAAPPP*

The collar let out a low shock to dingus stopping him in his tracks from jacking off. Quickly getting up he looked around to see if his Master was around watching him. The room was quiet with only the T.V. screen luminating the enclosed space. He reached down again and started touching his dick.

*ZZAAAPP*

“AARRGGGGHH” Dingus clenched his teeth hard as this shock was stronger than before.

Even with the shocks being sent he was hard and dripping precum wanting to touch himself but scared that he would continue to get shocked. Whining and whimpering he went to his bed and laid down wondering how his collar was shocking him every time he touched himself. Watching the pictures go by on the screen he kept getting progressively horny, slowly humping his bed trying to get some relief. Spending the next couple of hours humping his bed, Dingus managed to get close to cumming but failed to climax every time he got close. Finally, he got tired and fell asleep.

Throughout the day Brian watched his dog through the live feed. The benefit of having this new position with work was privacy as he now had his own office to work in. Dingus had no idea that this whole time Brian had been monitoring him watching him spill his seed without permission for months. Disappointed by this, Brian had come up with a plan to punish his pup for his transgressions and thankfully his package just came in today so that he could start.

Parking into his garage he went around and grabbed his package from the front porch and made his way inside. Taking his shoes off he made way to his room and opened up the closet. Dingus was curled up in a ball sleeping. Turning off the T.V. Brian spoke.

“Raise and shine, Dingus!”

Through the bars of the cage, he slipped his foot in and rubbed his back gently tapping him awake. Waking up, Dingus greeted his Master with a wagging tail and sat at the front gate waiting like a good boy.

“Miss me little faggot?” Brian smirked as he gave him some pets on the head.

David hated being called that but giving his position he was in no way going to oppose his Master.

“Got a little present for you, Dingus! Come on and let’s go potty.”

The humiliation and shame he felt from being taken outside to use the bathroom had shifted as it became more of a routine for him. Crawling on all fours had become more natural as his posture and form had been corrected over time allowing him more natural strids as he followed his Master on a leash. Outside he did his normal routine, find a patch of grass he liked and lowered his hips letting out a stream of piss. Unlike before Dingus held his head up now instead of hanging down from being potty trained outside.

As the days had gotten longer Brian enjoyed watching his pup go to the bathroom outside like a real dog, his desire to own a real human dog was truly in a class of its own. Now, was the time to go deeper into the next level of Dingus’s journey into Doghood.

“Good boy, Dingus!” Brian praised him giving him pets on the head, back and tummy.

Every time Master Brian spoke those words, a feeling of pleasure washed over Dingus like a warm shower, melting him into moldable ball of putty.

“Let’s go get some din din, pup.” Brian pulled on the leash tapping his leg encouraging his dog to follow.

Once inside he tethered Dingus to the dinning room table and pulled dinner out of the refrigerator. Dingus had a designated spot at the table next to Brian with a doggie bed to sit and wait while dinner was prepared. Walking into the dinning room Brain placed Dingus’s dog bowl into the elevated tray and poured water inside the other bowl. Steamed rice, steamed veggies, and boiled chicken. Master Brian had made it clear that dogs were not afforded pleasure in their food. If he was a good boy, he would season the veggie with a little salt. Sitting down Brian started eating watching videos on his tablet, Dingus knew better than to start eating and waited until Master had given him the signal to eat. Drool dripped from his mouth as he salivated, hungry to eat.

“Ok, go boy!” Brian commanded with a semi mouth full.

Dingus dived into his food face first eating his meal with no hands or paws as they were. Master Brian lifted his feet and crossed his legs setting them down in the center of the tray rubbing his feet together. He wore thin black dress socks that clung to his soles and toes outlining the arches on his wide beefy feet. Dingus had come to enjoy the scent of leather and his natural musk that radiated from him. After he was done eating, Dingus stuck his nose in between Brian’s toes taking deep breaths of both leather and feet. Watching his tablet Brian smiled while he took another bite of his food. Without ordering him, Dingus was already doing his job naturally almost like he was born to serve. Wrapping up his last bite of food, Brain withdrew his feet and took both dishes to the sink.

“Ok, lets go and relax a little pup.” Brian ordered.

In his hands he had a large ice pack, Vaseline, and his evening drink. Untethering Dingus they head into the living room as Brian sits down and places his stuff on the stand next to his recliner. Unclipping his leash, he throws it off to the side.

“Daddy forgot his slippers, go fetch them, Dingus!” Brian ordered with a raised voice.

Dingus crawled to the back patio sliding door and saw Master’s slippers. Bending down he picked up the slippers in his mouth smelling his feet that lingered from years of wear. Looking up at the patio door, Dingus saw that it was left slightly ajar, and the locking mechanism wasn’t activated. The entire house had been dog proof so that without his fingers he was helpless. Realizing that this could be his chance to escape, he froze in place paralyzed from indecision.

“Should I try and make a run for it, or should I stay?” David thought to himself.

Struggling to make a choice he hears Brian calling from the other room.

“Come here boy! *whistling* Here boy!”

With a hesitant paw he pushed the glass door to the side, closing the sliding door hearing the lock click into place. He was stunned by his own decision.

For the first time in months since he was captured, David wasted his only opportunity to escape. Crawling back into the living room with his head hanging low the slippers in mouth he brought them to Master Brian’s feet, laying them down.

“Oh, what a good boy you are Dingus!” Brian ruffled his hair petting and rubbing his back.

Brian sits back and watches his show while Dingus nuzzled his face at his feet. Unknowingly to Dingus his dick was hard as a rock bouncing around. His mind was perplexed and stunned at his decision. Trying to comprehend what happened Brian spoke, breaking his train of thought.

“So, Dingus I have a present for you. First, take off Master’s socks carefully and be careful not to ruin them with your teeth.”

Using his tongue Dingus brought the sock down and gripping the sock with his teeth pulled them off one by one setting them on the floor.

“Bring them here, pup.” Brian held his palm open.

Picking them up with his mouth and placed them into Master’s Hand.

“Good boy, you like being a good boy for daddy, huh?” Brian cooed at his dog.

Dingus smiled and panted like a dog wagging his ass showing his Master that he was happy.

“Come here boy! Up up!” Brian patted his lap signaling to Dingus to jump up on the recliner.

Bringing both front paws up to the chair, Brian stopped him and grabbed his collar bring his face down into his crotch watching Dingus nuzzle and inhale his manly scent. Reaching over he grabbed the back of the collar holding him in place. Using his feet he parted Dingus’s legs a bit and gripped his soles around Dingus’s rock-hard dick.

“Awe poor baby, my pup is hard you must be horny, huh?” Brian spoke in a low tone.

Dingus barked confirming his horniness.

“Well go ahead and hump like the dog you are, Dingus.”

Slowly Dingus thrusted his hips sliding his dick in between his soles as his precum lubed up his grip. His balls swung back and forth like a pendulum.

Moaning softly into his crotch, Brian stroked the side of Dingus’s face petting him calling him a good boy.

The sensation of humping Brian’s feet was driving Dingus crazy as he increased him speed. Then Brian stopped petting him and grabbed his phone and recorded David humping his feet like a depraved dog. Minutes passed by as he was now fully thrusting his hips unable to stop the train of events as he got closer and closer to cumming. Noticing that Dingus was in a good rhythm he pulled up a recording of him jacking off in his cage at night. Putting his phone down on his lap angling the phone to show his dog what was on the screen. Humping Master’s feet, Dingus watched as a night vision baby monitor watched him from above jacking off.

“Looks like you’ve been a horny dog for quite some time now, pup.” Brian spoke in a stern voice.

Watching the video Dingus never broke rhythm.

“Such a good boy giving yourself over to your natural urges. I knew from the moment I met you that you were just a dog to be controlled.”

“I have watched you every night pawing at that dick of yours and cumming all over yourself. You love this don’t you boy?” Brian smiled at his dog, holding his collar in place.

“I want you to answer me, boy. You have permission to speak.”

Dingus spoke, “Yes, I do love this a lot.” Whimpering in between words.

“Yes, what?” Brain replied.

“Yes Master.” Dingus spurted out.

“You’re getting closer aren’t you, boy?”

“Yes Master.” Panted Dingus.

“What are you?” Brian asked.

“A dog, Master.” Dingus hesitated finding the words.

“Who’s dog are you?”

“You’re dog, Master.” Quickly replied Dingus.

“Do you want me to continue owning you, boy?”

“Yes Master.”

“Good dog, now beg me to own you and tell me what you are, faggot.” Brian ordered.

“Please own me Master, please make me into your devoted dog. I am yours to own and control. I am just a dog, a lowly animal that need you to guide it. I am a faggot that needs you Master!” Dingus started shooting out wads of cum almost losing balance, but Brian held his collar keeping him from falling over. Brian squeezed his dick as he continued to orgasm watching him lose himself.

Dingus went limp in his lap exhausted from his explosive orgasm. Looking at the phone, he noticed that Brian had switched over to video and was recording his confession.

“Now, you are mine, what a dingus you are.” Brian grinned as he continued to milk out the cum from his dick.

Dingus winced and tried to move away but couldn’t.

“Ah ah ahha, faggot, don’t pull away. You don’t get to tell me when to stop.” Brian shoved his face deeper into his crotch.

Being so sensitive after cumming so hard drove him crazy. After he stopped struggling, Brian stopped and pushed down Dingus back onto the floor.

“Ok boy, you’ve made quite a mess! Clean up daddy’s feet.”

Dingus bent down and licked up the cum from his soles and in between each toe. Making sure that each foot was thoroughly cleaned. Brian just watched and recorded his dog being so obedient, so degraded and completely submissive to his Master.

“Good boy, now roll over and stay.” Brian ordered.

Turning his phone off, he got up and straddled his dog sitting on his stomach. Cleaning his dick with his socks he pulled out the ice pack and package that came earlier. Still semi-hard he applied the ice pack to his dick watching it deflate to a tiny little clit. Unlocking his ball stretcher, Brian proceeded to threat a metal ring around his balls and dick nestled at the base of his genitals. A metal cage was inserted onto his tiny dick almost perfectly. The cage and ring connected as Brian inserted two blunt pins that went down the shaft of the cage on top of his dick. Once he locked them in place the pins pushed down on his dick both keeping it in place and causing discomfort if he got hard in his cage. He sat on his chest for a while massaging his caged dick that started to get erect. Dingus grunted and whined from the pain it caused but no serious damage was dealt. Brian smiled.

“Please Mast-.” Dingus uttered.

Cutting him off Brian shoved his cum covered sock into his mouth and flipped him over to his back. Locking his mitts together, he quickly took off his pants and underwear revealing his hard thick polish cock. Unlocked the harness he pulled the tail out and inserted his cock into his dog. Laying on top of him he wrapped an arm around his neck and grabbed his hair with his other hand and started pounding his tight little hole. Listening to his grunts and screaming muffled by the socks he spoke into the mutt’s ear.

“You know what, you really are a dumb little faggot. All this time you were in your cage touching your tiny little dicklet getting off without permission from your Master. Didn’t think I would catch on, huh?” Brian spoke as he went deeper and deeper into Dingus.

“You wanted this, you came in your cage night after night, what were you thinking about, huh, Faggot?”

“Were you thinking about how I own you? Thinking about how much you love getting daddy’s bone?”

“I bet you thought about nuzzling that nose of yours into Master’s toes, filthy little fag. Smelling my feet and dirty socks from working all day? Does that get your little dick hard?”

“From now on that cage stays on as a permanent part of your uniform. I want you to be horny and frustrated, get those balls huge filled with cum. Nice and blue. Think of this as me neutering my dog, Ha!” Brian laughed in his ear as he was now fully fucking his hole like a sex doll.

“You are mine now and your training is going to get more intense. I am expecting you to be on your very best behavior. If you behave, I will grant you opportunities to cum, but they will monitored and recycled back into you. You begged me for this faggot, and I am going to give it to you.” Brian grunted as he was close to cumming.

“Also, don’t ever speak to me again. That was your once and only time to speak and from now on I expect to hear barks, whines and moaning like the good boy you are.”

Dingus just shook his head. His mind was overwhelmed by the sensation of getting his prostate rammed by Brian’s cock and the pain that the pins inflicted as his dick swelled inside his cage.

In a violent thrust Brian’s cock pulsed and twitched inside his dog as he implanted his seed deep down. Both Master and Dog orgasmed simultaneously. Brian fell on top of his dog, panting and sweating as he tried to catch his breath. Both of them spent.

After a while Brian’s cock shrunk back down while still lodged inside his dog. He kissed his cheek and pulled out completely watching his hole drip a stream of cum. Unlocking his paws from behind his back, Brian attached his leashed and allowed him to relieve himself before putting his plug back in. Crawling back to his room Brian grabbed a chain that was anchored to the floor and locked it on his collar. He gabbed a penis gag, removing the socks soaked with saliva and locked it in.

“You did such a great job tonight, boy. For that you get to sleep with Master.”

Helping him onto the bed, Brian locked his paws behind his back and cuddled with him, laying his pup on his chest. Pulling up the covers he turned on the T.V. and caressed his pup gently. Reaching down he played with his caged dick still hard from getting railed.

“You know pup, I purposefully left that sliding glass door open. I wanted to see if you would run away.” Brian cooed into his ear. Stroking his cage feeling it throb and twitch as he spoke.

“When we went to relieve you, I saw that the door was completely closed. You had a chance to run but didn’t. I knew you wanted this. Deep down you know you need this. I am going to make you into my complete dog. You will never be a person to me anymore. In fact, I hate thinking about you as a person. That was and will be your only chance to escape. Well, even if you did that collar would have stunned and fried the shit outta you, ha!” Brian softly laughed in his ear.

Stroking the cage Dingus’s dick looked like a beef wellington trapped in its cage.

“This right here is all I need to know that you are submitting to your Master.”

“Hope you don’t regret that decision, boy. Cause I am going to put you through hell.” Brian smiled as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Dingus heard every work and couldn’t understand why he loved this so much. His dick straining in his cage convinced him that Master was right. He wants this, he needs this. As his mind wandered off into dreamland, subconsciously he fully accepted his place as Brian’s dog.