Dog Boy (Gay Themes)

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I waited in the car for ages trying to summon up the courage to go through with my idea. After finding the human puppy school on the net I had contacted the ‘trainer’ and he’d invited me along to his kennel to see how I liked it. So here I was, and I decided to go ahead and give it a try. I knocked on the door of the ordinary three bedroom semi and must have looked like any regular guy to the people passing in the street. The door was opened by a middle aged guy, slightly bald, and a bit overweight, wearing regular jeans and t-shirt; I introduced myself and was invited in.

I could hear barking noises from behind the closed living room door and, as soon as the front door was closed to the rest of the world, the trainer opened the living room door and an elderly naked man crawled out on all fours with a dog collar round his neck and black mitts covering his hands to make them into fingerless dog paws. He crawled over to me and immediately shoved his face into my crotch and started to sniff. I was pretty surprised but also turned on by the nuzzling of my hardening cock; however, as if he were my dog at home I stepped back, said “no” loudly and whacked him hard on his bare arse. I was really beginning to get into this I thought!

The trainer showed me into the lounge and we sat down on the couch chatting generally about what he provided and what I felt comfortable with; he’d shut the door and again I could hear the human dog barking outside. I said that I was pretty comfortable with most things (but as I’m only 21, I was pretty new to most and hadn’t really tried much before); the most important decision I had to make was whether I wanted to be a ‘sire’ or a ‘mare’ as he let his ‘dogs’ breed at his stud kennel and needed both males and females. I said I wasn’t sure so he told me he’d let the other ‘dogs’ decide for me, which was slightly concerning.

After the chat we were ready to get started and he took me through the kitchen into the utility room and he told me to strip completely; I expected him to leave to give me some privacy but instead he stood there watching my every move. I took off my watch and put it in my pocket then kicked of my Nikes, unzipped my hoodie and took it off, I pulled the white t-shirt over my head and the coolness of the room made my nipples tighten. I hesitated for a second or two and could see the trainer watching me with his arms folded across his large chest before I undid my jeans and let them drop to the floor before pulling them off completely and putting them on the work surface next to the rest of my clothes. I was now left standing in white sports socks and my baggy boxers which were tenting over my erect little cock; I removed each sock and thrust them into the trainers and then pulled my boxers down over my cock letting it spring to attention. I felt really embarrassed having to bend over to pick up my boxers as it meant showing my arse to him but I tried to over come the nerves and turned round to face him completely exposed while he was fully dressed.

“Very good,” he said, “as soon as I put your collar on you will become my puppy, you can only make dog noises, and must stay on all fours. Your new name is ‘Samson’ and you will respond to that whenever someone calls you.” He opened a cupboard and took out a woven blue dog collar and adjusted it to fit my neck size before clipping it into place, he then lifted up my hands and clenched them into fists before putting on the black mitts which restricted my fingers from moving. “Now get on all fours, Samson and be a good doggy for your trainer.” I obeyed his first command and fell to the floor; almost straight away I began to feel like his dog and couldn’t help sticking my tongue out and panting, which he rewarded by ruffling my light brown hair.

“We’re going to take you to the vets for your first consultation, so be a good boy and I’ll give you a treat afterwards.” He then opened the door back into the kitchen, clipped a dog lead to my collar and led me through. Another guy was already standing in the room dressed in a white vet coat, he was much younger than my trainer and pretty good looking, but I tried to start thinking less like me and more like Samson the dog. The vet spoke to my trainer: “so, this is Samson and he’s here for his first check up, right?” With that he snapped on a pair of rubber surgical gloves and wrote my name at the top of his piece of paper. “Right, well let’s get him on the scales shall we?” and I was led over to a large set of scales which I crawled onto. “65 Kgs, good,” said the vet as he noted the figure down on the paper. “If you could get Samson to sit up for me, please?” the vet asked my trainer who led me off the scales and pushed my butt to the floor and commanded me to “sit”, which I did. I now felt really embarrassed as sitting upright exposed my little throbbing cock to them both, nestled in my pubic hair.

For the next few minutes the vet looked into my eyes, opened my mouth, and rubbed along my arms and legs; he then reached under my belly and pulled me back up onto all fours before inserting a thermometer up my anus; there was no warning given and the sharp sensation automatically made me yelp like a dog. He then told my trainer that he was going to “take Samson’s measurements” and he used a tape measure to measure from my butt to my neck, then my arms and legs, before asking my trainer to hold my front paws in the air. The vet then pulled at my already erect cock slightly and measured it, saying aloud “4.5 inches” as he noted it on his paper, he then turned to my trainer and said “he’s got a small cock for his age but it might still grow as he moves out of the puppy stage, but the other dogs will probably bully him because of it.” Finally he groped at my testicles before slapping me on the arse and saying “there’s a good boy, all done now.” He gave the completed piece of paper to my trainer and said “he’s in good health, make sure you feed him well as he’s young and still growing.” My trainer then crouched down, patted me on my head and said good boy” before holding his open palm out to me with a dog treat on it. I moved my face forward and picked it up in my mouth directly off his sweaty palm; it was very dry and crunchy and I was a bit surprised that he was actually giving me real dog treats rather than human food!

The vet went into the next room and as the door opened I could hear lots of noise, guessing that there was quite a few dogs next door now. Indeed I was right, as my trainer led me though on the lead keeping it tight so that I was restricted in my movements. In the room were three other dogs including the old one I had met when I was a ‘human’. One of the dogs was a really over weight and middle aged man, whilst the other was probably in his twenties and had his whole body shaved completely with just a short mohican down the centre of his head. All three of them were off their leads and came scurrying round me, the young one shoved his nose up my exposed arse and started to sniff, while the other two kept rubbing their noses against my body and face. “Alright Samson, you can have a sniff too,” said my trainer as he unclipped the lead from my collar; I realised this was more of a command than a suggestion and I had to act like a real dog, however the young ‘pup’ was still sniffing mine and the old dog had gone after the trainer so I had no choice but to position myself behind the fat one and shove my nose right up to his butt hole, nuzzling and sniffing around, taking in the musty, sweaty dampness.

The trainer called out “dinner time” from the kitchen and I followed the other three as they crawled up to their food bowls, there was a forth one left at the end which I guessed was for me so I edged my way towards it. The smell was not pleasant and the bowl had a mixture of dry biscuit and jellied meat chucks in it; however, I was keen to continue and tentatively lowered my face into the bowl to start eating. The cold, slimy meat was pretty vile but I did my best to eat some of it, however there was only one large communal water bowl for us four dogs and they others were all slobbering spit into it as they tried to lap up the water with their tongues. Again, I thought I’d give it a go and thrust my mouth into the water which was now frothy with everyone’s spit on the surface; it was incredibly tricky trying to drink and most of the water ended up over my face or on the floor.

The drinking was disturbed by the trainer shouting “bad boy, bad boy”, and I looked up to see him chastising the old dog who had pissed on the kitchen floor, he spanked the dog really hard. “Out you all go,” he said and opened the back door which led into a covered patio area. He closed the door behind us and the other three started sniffing round the cold walls which were covered with low pee stains; the young pup and the fat dog then lifted their right legs up and let the piss squirt over the wall. I was really desperate to go as well but was a bit nervous, especially as the others had finished and were now watching me. I tried to lift my leg but my now flaccid little cock kept resting against my other leg which would have got covered with piss so I opted to squat my arse down and pee like a girl dog instead.

I guess the other dogs saw this as weakness as they all came over and started to push me about. The young pup and the old dog linked their arms in mine and wrestled my face to the floor so that my arse was sticking up in the air. They gnarled away at the back of my neck. I then felt the force of the fat dog mounting me from behind, and I could feel the folds of flab pressing down on my back and dropping to my sides, he then started to dry hump me rubbing his cock up and down the inside of my butt crack rather than actually thrusting it into me; I could hear the sounds of his flab smacking against my body as he rode me like a bitch, and I could feel the hotness of his thick cock burning my crack with friction. Suddenly the trainer opened the door and shouted at all three of them, pulling at their collars to get them inside.

“I guess that means you’re the bitch then Samson,” he said to me as he stroked my hair again, and I almost instinctively started to nuzzle my face into the crotch of his jeans.

I had mixed emotions after my first experience as a human puppy but decided to give it another go when my ‘owner’ called and invited me round the following week. I had been at work all day in the sports shop so I was pretty tired when I arrived at his house at about 4 in the afternoon fully expecting to continue my ‘training’ there. However, we got in his car instead and drove out into the countryside to a pretty expensive looking farmhouse. With the car parked, we walked straight into the house without knocking and into the conservatory where there was already a few piles of clothes on the floor; which I guessed belonged to other ‘dogs’.

Unlike last time, my ‘owner’ didn’t explain what was going to happen today and refused to answer my questions, he simply told me to strip. I was still in my uniform from the sports shop so I kicked off my Nikes, took off my t-shirt, and pulled off my sweatpants…and I think it surprised him that I wasn’t wearing any underwear and let my 4.5 inch cock bounce up to attention. I was a lot more comfortable about getting naked in front of him now and removed my slightly grubby white sports socks before getting on the floor on all fours without being asked. He put my collar and dog mits on me, said “good boy, Samson,” and offered my a dog treat on the palm of his hand. Whilst it still tasted pretty dry, I ate it and wagged my arse in enjoyment for him, which he patted in appreciation.

I was feeling a bit nervous, not knowing what was going to happen next, and I was even more apprehensive when he opened the door and led me out onto the lawn. Admittedly there weren’t any neighbours overlooking us, but I really did feel exposed being in the open air and getting further away from my clothes. My hard on had started to subside now and the cold air didn’t do anything to improve the size of my small cock as it almost disappeared inside my pubes. It didn’t stay that way for long as we veered round a hedge and I saw what looked like a full on dog show, only with human dogs up on small tables and about 30 fully clothed people of all ages sitting in rows like an audience.

I guessed that we were late, and that the empty table in front of the audience was going to be for me and the thought of being seen like this by that many people immediately made my little dick stand to attention and I found myself getting really nervous. My owner told me to be a good boy and do as I was told, then he led me across the lawn in front of the audience, who all started to clap, and I could feel dozens of pairs of eyes staring at my humiliated, naked body as I crawled past on all fours and was led up some steps onto the table. For a few seconds I was left side on to the audience while they all had a good look, then my ‘owner’ turned me round to face them and I was horrified to realise that I recognised a few of the faces in the crowd. A couple of regular customers at the sports shop, an old teacher of mine from school, and (to my horror) an 18 year old kid who’d just started working at the sports store, and whom I really take the piss out of at work as he’s ginger and such a weedy looking geek. I realised that my life would never be the same again as all these other people probably lived locally and would recognise me in the street .

Despite all the added humiliation, my cock was still throbbing hard and I was really getting off on this so I didn’t even hesitate when commanded to sit up with my ‘paws’ in the air and my little dick fully exposed for all to see, and to start panting with my tongue out like a real dog; even the few laughs I heard just made me want to grab my cock with my ‘paw’ and try to rub myself rather than run away. The announcer declared that the judging could commence and the audience all got up and started to inspect the dogs individually as we were taken down from our tables and walked slowly around the garden on our leads. Of course, the ginger kid from work came straight over to me and slapped me hard on the arse; I knew he was going to enjoy this moment after the months of abuse I’d given him making him the laughing stock at work.

“So Samson, have you been a good boy?” he asked, full of patronising tone and undisguised enjoyment.

Part of me wanted to tell him to fuck off and that he couldn’t tell anyone about me as I’d tell them all he was here as well, but the other part of me was still enjoying this added humiliation so I decided to stay as ‘Samson’ and gave a loud bark before shoving my face into his crotch and nuzzling against his cock, which I could tell was rock hard and much bigger than mine, which turned me on even more.

He spanked me on the arse again and shouted “naughty boy, naughty.” He asked my ‘owner’ to lift me up by my front paws and then he grabbed my throbbing cock firmly which was a bit shorter than the length of his fist:

“Oh dear, not a very big boy are you Samson?” He tugged firmly at my balls and I couldn’t help giving a yelp at the sudden pain.

“I think your dog would score extra points at the next show if he was shaved,” he said to my owner.

“I will do that after the show today,” my owner replied.

“There you go Samson, you’ll be all smooth from now on won’t you , just like a little puppy?” he said to me with a huge beaming smile across his face.

At that point, the two regular customers I’d recognised came over to inspect me as well; they were a man and woman, probably in their early thirties, and I guess they were married; they were really fit and always in the store buying more kit or equipment. I’d never have imagined them to be somewhere like this, but then they probably didn’t imagine finding a fit young bloke like myself naked on all fours with a dog collar on! They chatted to the ginger geek for a few seconds before turning their attention to me.

“As you can see from the size of his cock, he’s only a young pup so his owner has agreed to keep him shaved from now on, don’t you agree?” The ginger geek asked the married couple.

“Oh yes, and perhaps his scalp could be shaved so that we can see his face much better?” The woman asked.

“Will do,” said my owner.

Now, when I turn up for work tomorrow with a shaved head, they’ll all know that my owner has carried out all of their suggestions, and that my genitals will also have been shaved to look like a little boy’s tiny cock!

Once the inspections were over, all of the dogs, probably about 10, were put into a very small sheep pen and left with one ‘human’ to supervise us. There was a real mixture of ‘dogs’: all men, but all different ages and some had dog masks on with ears, or butt plug tails inserted, whilst others were more natural like me. I didn’t recognise the three I’d met last time but it was difficult to tell as we were all squashed in with arses and faces everywhere. Occasionally I felt an anonymous face sniff my arse and, unlike last time, I was quite turned on by doing the same. I found a few young dogs that I liked the look of and decided to take a real good sniff; it really made me feel more like a dog but also really turned me on. I couldn’t believe that this was such a popular fetish, but I was determined to stick with it and try to feel much more like real dog. The odd dog tried to hump me and others, but the ‘human’ would intervene and give it a firm whack across the arse.

A while later we were all collected by our owners and led back to the audience where the results were announced. I didn’t win anything and strangely this sort of pissed me off.

“Don’t worry Samson, you’ll do better next time,” said my owner as he passed me another treat and led me back to the house to get dressed with the other dogs. It was really odd walking in naked on all fours with the others and then slowly becoming human again. Nobody really acknowledged each other until we were all fully dressed and a few of the former ‘dogs’ made me feel pretty horny now that I saw them dressed. As I was walking back to the car with my ‘owner’ the ginger geek had obviously been waiting for me to leave as he was standing by his crappy little rusty car:

“See you tomorrow at work, I’m really looking forward to it!” He said with a cocky smile on his face. I disliked him even more now but, knowing that a little weedy grunt like that had seen me humiliated, knew I had such a small cock, and had such power over me really turned me on and made my cock harden again. He then spoke to my ‘owner’:

“I’d really like to try and train your dog myself sometime if I may, I can think of a few things I’d like him to do for me?”

“Sure, he needs all the training he can get. Now, let’s get home and get you shaved,” said my owner as he started the car.

The next day was Friday, and I was dreading going into work to face Kevin, the 18 year old ginger nerd who’d seen me at the ‘dog show’ yesterday. I knew that my days of taking the piss of him at work were over and that he was going to seek his revenge. After the show yesterday, my ‘owner’ had got his clippers out and shaved my head so that my surfer style blond wavy hair was now just a buzz cut; he’d also taken the clippers to my genitals before giving me a razor to shave my cock and balls completely; my little cock hadn’t looked like this since I was about 12 years old, and I couldn’t stop rubbing my hand all over the bald, sensitive skin just above my little cock. I never wear boxers at work, and the feeling of my grey flannel sweat pants rubbing across my skin kept giving me a hard on so that I had to keep clasping my cock under the waistband to stop it sticking out for everyone to see.

Sure enough, as I walked into work without my usual bravado, Kevin was there to greet me; he immediately noticed my shaved head and whispered :

“I know that little cock of yours is shaved now, just like the little sissy boy that you are.”

I couldn’t say anything, if he told anyone at work, the news would spread round the town like wildfire and all my friends would know about my humiliation as a human puppy. I spent the day at work trying to avoid him as much as possible but at about 11 o’clock, the manager of the sports store called us both over to him:

“This customer needs one of the flatpack rowing machines from the store room, I’d like you both to go and get it and put it in her car for her, please.”

As soon as we were in the draughty store room together, he pinned me against the wall with his weedy little pasty arms, normally I’d have easily pushed him off, and probably given him a whack, but now I was powerless to do anything, knowing the power he had over me.

“Show me your cock, like a good little dog.” he asked.

“Don’t be stupid, anyone could come in any minute,” I replied, “And don’t think you can push me around now. If you tell anyone about me they’ll all know that you are involved as well.”

“Don’t be so sure…I took a picture on my phone yesterday as you were being shown to the crowd, I could easily post a copy on the staff notice board anonymously. So you’d better start showing me some respect and doing what I tell you. Now show me your dick.”

I had no option, this little geek had all the power over me. It was ridiculous, I had been the local football captain, I’d had a string of good looking girlfriends, and everyone around town respected me and wanted to be friends of mine but here I was having to do what this skinny ginger kid was ordering. And so I reluctantly pulled my sweatpants down to reveal my hairless gentials. As soon as he saw my little cock exposed so humiliatingly he laughed so loud I was sure someone would come into the store room. He grabbed at my cock with his skinny, pale freckled hands and almost immediately it started to harden, which only made me feel more embarrassed.

“Oh, I see, you like that do you, football stud? Well, I think we need to teach you a lesson that you’re not the stud around here anymore hey? Put these on.” He passed me a pair of women’s pink bikini bottoms from a pile in the store room. Again, I had no choice so I kicked off my trainers, took off my sweatpants and pulled the bikini bottoms on. Before he let me get dressed again, Kevin made me turn around so he could laugh at me in them.

“And I want you to wear them to work everyday, understand?” he commanded, and I nodded in reluctant agreement. I then got dressed and we carried on getting the equipment out to the customer’s car. We’d taken a while to get this done and the manager called us over when we got back into the store.

“What the bloody hell were you doing in there for so long? The customer has been waiting for ages?” The geek spoke up before I could think of any plausible excuse: “It was him, sir, he found it too heavy to carry his end of the box. isn’t that true?”

“Don’t be ridiculous Kevin, he’s twice your size,” said the manager.

“I know, but he’s a bit of a girl, aren’t you?” I could see the glint in his eye as he directed the accusation to me, what could I do except agree with him, the little bastard.

“Yes, it’s true, sorry sir,” I apologised and the manager walked off shaking his head in confusion.

Thankfully I managed to avoid Kevin for the rest of the afternoon and ran out of the store at 5 o’clock before he could come after me. This human dog fantasy had become far too real and I was determined to tell my ‘owner’ that I didn’t want to do it anymore when I saw him at the arranged time on Saturday evening. If I had to, I’d find a different job just to get away from Kevin and his malicious humiliation. When I got home and started to get changed to go out with friends for drinks, I looked at myself in the mirror, still dressed in the pink bikini bottoms, no pubic hair at all, and my small cock barely making a bump behind the soft fabric and it really turned me on so that, as soon as I took them off, my cock swelled to its full 4 ½ inches. I laid on the bed and started to jerk off vigorously, thinking about Kevin, and I shot my load after only about 30 seconds like a boy having his first wank. To my surprise I actually put the bikini briefs back on before getting dressed in my shirt and trousers to go out with my friends down the local club, I guess Kevin knew me better than I knew myself.

The next evening I went to the new address my ‘owner’ had given me to meet up at. I hoped that, even though this was going to be my last experience as a human dog, it was going to be something to really get me horny. I waited for ages outside the grotty little house that was in the worst part of town, before the door was eventually opened and I was amazed to see Kevin standing there. “What are you doing here?” I asked, still stunned, and pissed off not to be rid of him even on the weekend. “Your owner has sold you to me, did he not tell you? And don’t even think about saying no to being my dog now because I still have those pictures you know.”

Perhaps I was afraid of the pictures being seen by others, or perhaps I was actually starting to enjoy the new situation with Kevin but whatever the reason I went inside and he closed the door behind us and led me through into the lounge. Again I was surprised to find his whole family sitting around watching television, his mum was chain smoking next to a full ashtray and his overweight dad was wearing disgusting food stained clothes,; his older sister was also fat and was stretched out on the sofa in her supermarket uniform. The whole house smelled slightly of boiled cabbage and didn’t look like it had been cleaned for a while. Nevertheless, I was very polite and said ‘hello’ to them all, expecting that Kevin would take me to his room, or go somewhere else. However, he sat on the sofa next to his sister leaving me standing in the doorway. Eventually Kevin spoke to ask his dad to turn the television off, which he did, then Kevin threw a dog collar at me and I immediately tried to hide it inside my jacket thinking that he was a foolish idiot.

“Strip,” he commanded from across the room.

“Pardon Kevin, what do you mean?” I asked, hoping I’d misheard him.

“You heard me, I told you to strip, you can then put the collar on Samson.” he clarified, calling me by my puppy name.

“You must be joking, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I laughed nervously looking around at his family pretending that it was some sort of silly joke.

“No, I’m not joking. My family all know who you are and what you do. You see, our real dog died recently and I promised them I’d find a new one. And you’re it. So strip and stop talking.”

I couldn’t believe the situation I was in, and I was ready to turn around and tell them all to fuck off, but I didn’t of course. The idea of stripping and becoming Samson in front of a whole family sitting around in such an everyday situation really made me horny and my cock was already hard when I started to undress. The whole family looked away from the television to watch me humiliate myself, and Kevin sat there with a broad smile on his face thrilled that he’d found a way to humiliate me even more. I took off my jacket, then unbuttoned my shirt slowly before throwing that on the floor on top of my discarded jacket. Next I kicked off my smart loafers before unbuckling my belt and unzipping my jeans. As I let them drop heavily to the floor the whole family burst out laughing because I was still wearing the pink ladies bikini bottoms Kevin had given me yesterday, only now my cock was trying to burst through the material. I took off my black socks and immediately trod in something disgusting on the carpet that looked like left over food of some sort. Lastly I pulled down the bikini bottoms and put them on the pile with everything else, then I stood up, naked and fully exposed for the whole, disgusting family to look me up and down. His mother was the first to speak:

“My God, his willy is small isn’t it? Yours was that size, Kevin, when you were in primary school. Well, you wouldn’t have expected a good looking young man like that to have such a pathetic willy would you, Barry?” She directed the question to her fat husband, who now focussed on my cock.

“Yep, that’s a small one alright.” I was looking at Kevin at the time and turned back just to see the dad taking a picture of my cock.

“I’ve got to show this to the guys at work, they’ll all get a laugh out of this one!”

“No, please you can’t show anyone,” I begged, and they all started to laugh.

“Well, that all depends on whether you’re a good puppy and do what we say, or whether you’re a bad puppy and we pass this picture round the town, doesn’t it?” The dad threatened , and I knew that this sicko family probably would show people if I didn’t comply. So I put my collar on and got on the floor on all fours. For the next twenty minutes or so, they all shouted instructions to me and I put on a dog show for them:

“Bark like a dog…roll on your back…sit up…beg for food…” the whole thing was utterly humiliating, and all four of them were clearly enjoying themselves. It was only when the fat dad got up to go to the kitchen that I noticed his trousers tenting out with his erection, unfortunately he saw me looking at his crotch, as did his geeky son, Kevin.

“Go on Samson, I know you like to sniff crotches, off you go, don’t be shy,” said the nerdy son and I realised this was an instruction rather than an invitation so I crawled over to his dad and thrust my face into his crotch. He was wearing sweatpants so I could feel every contour of his hard cock against my face as I rubbed my nose deep into his crotch, inhaling the strong manly, unwashed odour. I was then distracted by the sister shouting:

“Naughty boy, Samson, bad doggy,” and then I felt a hard slap across my bare arse and I instinctively yelped in pain. She then sat back on the sofa and pulled me towards her by my collar; the skirt of her supermarket uniform had ridden up above her knees and her legs were spread wide so that I could see her hairy cunt. She clasped my head in between her legs and I could feel the stubble of her unshaven legs scratching against my face, she then patted me on the arse where she’d previously slapped me.

“Oh, I’m sorry, was I too hard with you?” as she apologised her hand slip down my arse and round to my cock; as I was on all fours, it was even smaller and she could only just grasp it between her thumb and forefinger.

“Big sister will make it all better for you, won’t she Samson,” I couldn’t believe that she was now stroking my tiny throbbing cock in front of her whole family. I was so horny that I started to move with her rhythm and could feel myself ready to explode all over the grubby carpet when Kevin interrupted, the little nerdy bastard:

“Leanne, don’t spoil him, he’s got to learn he’s just the dog. Why Don’t you go and get his food bowl?”

Leanne let go of my cock moments before I was about to cum, and she went out to the kitchen to fetch my food bowl as instructed. Kevin then came over to me with his mum, both of them standing over me, reinforcing the power they now had.

“Do you think we can keep him then Mum?” he asked,

“I think so dear, but make sure you look after him properly,” she said,

“Oh I will, you can be sure of that, ” he replied and patted my shaved head affectionately, before clipping the lead to my collar and dragging me out on all fours towards the kitchen. Once in the kitchen where the dad and sister were waiting for us, I saw the food and water bowls all ready for me on the floor, and I was led over to them by Kevin.

“Now then Samson, eat it all up, there’s a good boy, otherwise I’ll have to smack your bottom won’t I?” he ordered. I hovered over the bowls and immediately noticed that they were pretty well used already, obviously the bowls, collar, lead, and probably even the food had all belonged to the real dog they’d had previously. This only added to my humiliation and reinforced that I was indeed their dog now. Not wishing to get beaten, I pushed my face into the slimy, meaty dog food and started to eat as best I could. The taste was vile and I could hardly swallow, I tried to drink as much water from the bowl as I could to take the taste away, but most of it ended up on the floor. As I looked up briefly I could see all four of my new owners watching me with smiles on their faces as I buried my face back in the disgusting dog food.

After a few mouthfuls, I couldn’t eat any more otherwise I was going to be sick, and so I moved away from the bowls and sat back on my heels whimpering like a dog in the hope that I could avoid a beating. No such luck. Kevin picked up the bowl and showed the half eaten food to his dad who then flew into a rage and started to beat me across the arse with his leather belt:

“You naughty, naughty little boy. I’m going to teach you a lesson. And you’ll have that food again later, and you’d better eat it all up.” After beating my arse several times the pain was excruciating and I started to cry, I couldn’t help it, but a fit grown man like me was now crying on their kitchen floor like a girl.

“Put him outside in the garden, Kevin, perhaps he’ll learn his lesson better out there.”

With that I felt Kevin tug at my lead and walk me out into their garden, which wasn’t at all secluded ,but I hoped that the darkness of the night would shroud me from any prying eyes of the neighbours.

“You can stay out here until you learn to be a good boy,” Kevin shouted at me, and closed the door behind him. I was left outside huddled by the back door for what seemed like an hour, wondering how I’d got myself into this situation, but strangely interested to explore the garden. I peered into all of the neighbouring windows to check the curtains were all closed and then crawled slowly on all fours across the damp lawn. The night air chilled me to the bone and I could feel my knees and hands going numb. I desperately needed the toilet and felt confident that no-one could see through the darkness so I squatted my arse closer to the floor and crapped in the middle of the lawn. In the absence of toilet paper I rubbed my arse across the wet grass and tried to clean it as best I could. The back door of the house was then opened by Leanne and I could hear her calling, “Samson, here boy.”

She led me through to the warm lounge and I immediately noticed that all of my clothes had gone. Kevin must have seen me registering this fact as he then clarified:

“You’re going to stay the night with us Samson, and you can have your clothes back when we say so tomorrow.” The whole family then turned back to watch the television, oblivious to my presence. This was the most humiliating thing really as I was left there on the floor, stark naked with a dog collar on, not knowing what to do. There was a rather tatty blanket stretched out in front of the fire so I crawled over to it and lay down on my side, I could tell from the smell that it had also previously belonged to the family dog, but it was warmer than the wooden floor so I had no choice but to stay there. After an hour or so, the Dad declared that it was time to go to bed and Kevin pulled me up by my collar. Each of them said ‘goodnight Samson,’ before Kevin started to lead me up the stairs to his bedroom.

Once in his room, I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was as if the room belonged to a teenager, with Star Wars posters on the walls and a Darth Vader duvet cover on the bed; he was 18 or 19 now, what a geek! He shut the door and then proceeded to strip off in front of me to get ready for bed, of course I could have turned away but I didn’t. He pulled his t-shirt over his head to reveal his pasty white body with a few ginger hairs on his chest, which didn’t show any sign of muscle on it at all. He kicked off his trainers and then removed his socks which had Star Wars motifs stitched on them. Then he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans to reveal a pair of baggy white y-fronts which his mother probably still bought for him from the local supermarket. I could see that his huge cock was rock hard and tenting through the pants. He walked over to me and stood right in front of my face.

“You take them off with your teeth, Samson, there’s a good boy.” I was so keen to see the cock that this weedy little nerd had that I didn’t need to be asked twice. I took the waistband of his pants in my teeth and pulled them down, his cock bounced up and slapped me in the face, which really amused him, and I couldn’t believe the size of it. It wasn’t fair that a good looking guy like me had a 4 ½ inch cock whilst a ginger nerd like him had such a huge one. “That’s what a real man’s cock looks like, Samson. Maybe yours will look like this when you grow up.”

He then walked over to the bed, revealing his white pimply arse as he turned around , he patted the end of his bed and I climbed up, sitting on my back legs with my little cock exposed to him, he then laid back at the other side of the bed facing me with his skinny white legs either side of me. He took hold of his huge cock which could barely fit in one hand and started to stroke himself in front of me, slowly at first, then faster and faster. My own cock was now ready to explode but he hadn’t said I could play with myself so I just watched him. I could tell he wasn’t going to last very long and he was almost ready to cum when he stood up and said:

“Open your mouth Samson,”

He then thrust his huge cock inside my mouth just as he started to shoot his load, he buried his dick right into my mouth and throat, making me gag as he did so, and I got a mouth and nose full of his wiry ginger pubes, then I felt the hot salty cum being pumped directly into my throat. I was horrified at the humiliation, I was now a cock-sucker, and this pathetic man’s cock was the first one I’d ever sucked. He laid back on his bed as I swallowed his salty cum and he couldn’t stop laughing, “You’re such a fag…ha ha…you’re now my cock-sucker…oh if only your friends knew about this!” I was disgusted with myself, but I couldn’t stop watching his ginger cock as it softened and slapped loudly against his thigh, even flaccid it was still bigger than my erect cock.

“On the floor Samson, and try to get some sleep, we’ve got a busy day planned for you tomorrow.” He switched out the light and I tried to sleep, strangely excited, definitely humiliated, and weirdly beginning to respect my new ‘owner’.

I woke up in the morning on the floor of Kevin’s bedroom, naked and shivering, still with the dog collar round my neck. I looked up at the bed and could see Kevin lying on his back fast asleep; he looked even uglier asleep, with his ginger hair dishevelled and the white pasty skin of his thin body broken up only by the occasional ginger chest hair. I could see from the tenting of his bed covers that he had a hard on, and I couldn’t resist lifting up the material to inspect his cock again while he was asleep. My God, it was huge. There was a ruler on his desk so I decided to get an exact reading of both his and mine, which was also now throbbing hard:

Kevin, an 18 year old geek with ginger hair and without any muscle on his body…18.75 centimetres, 7.5 inches. Very impressive.

Me, a 25 year old popular guy with blond hair, and who regularly goes to the gym…11.5 centimetres, 4.6 inches. Utterly pathetic.

All the attention I’d been giving his cock had kept it hard and I decided to have a little bit of fun stroking his with my right hand and my own with my left to see who came quicker. I could barely get my hand round his shaft whilst I had to squeeze tight on my own to have any effect; however, my little cock came within about a minute and I shot my load all over Kevin’s pasty stomach. After another minute or so I could feel his body begin to spasm slightly before he shot his load out, also over his own stomach, leaving a pretty huge mess of our cum mixed together and beginning to run down his waist onto the bed below. It’s no wonder that all this activity woke him up but it took a couple of seconds for him to realise what had happened. As he remembered all the details of yesterday he looked me up and down, laughing at my now flaccid little cock, and I got back on all fours on the floor. He then looked down at the cum all over his stomach and said:

“This is your breakfast, Samson, so you’d better start eating otherwise you may not be allowed to have your clothes back.”

Damn, I should have realised that my little bit of fun would backfire. I leaned my head forward and started to lick the cold, salty mixture of his and my own cum off of his clamy, freckled skin. It tasted vile, but not as bad as the dog food from last night so I licked him clean, including around his thick, wiry ginger pubes, some of which got stuck in between my teeth. Once I’d finished, he got out of bed and put on a pair of his slightly baggy white y-fronts before heading out to the bathroom. I followed him, crawling naked on all fours, and waited while I watched him stand over the toilet to take a pee, grateful that he wasn’t going to make me drink that. However, I was almost immediately disappointed.

“Come here, boy,” he commanded, and I crawled into the bathroom across the cold tiled floor. “You haven’t had anything to drink this morning, have you? Open wide…”

Being pissed on is one of the most degrading things imaginable and, when I was at school I was a bit of a bully, and I remember one day me and my friends cornered a younger kid behind some shops on the way home from school and we all stood round and pissed on him until he was crying like a girl, soaking wet, and so upset that we noticed his trousers getting damp where he’d pissed himself. I was now going to realise how humiliating it was, but my cock was hard again at the prospect so, instead of resisting, I crouched down even further and opened my mouth wide. Kevin took aim with his heavy man sized cock and started to stream the warm yellow liquid into my mouth, he deliberately moved his cock around so that his piss went all over my face, my hair, and my whole body as I tried to gulp down as much of the urine as I could.

“Look at the mess you’ve made all over the floor, ” he said once he’d finished. “I think you can clean that up, hold on I’ll go and get something to help you.”

When he came back he was clutching my own clothes that he had confiscated yesterday.

“These rags should do, off you go Samson, there’s a good boy.” I realised now that I was no longer just a ‘human dog’ to him, but was now being totally humiliated in whatever way he wanted. Knowing that he had incriminating photos of me, I felt really turned on that I had to do whatever this nerdy little geek asked of me and so I took hold of my own clothes and used them to mop up his piss from the floor of the bathroom.

“Samson is too much of a boy dog’s name for a sissy dog like you, so I’m renaming you ‘Daisy’. I also think you should have your chest, legs, arms and armpits shaved because a little girl dog like you should be completely hairless. Wait here.”

After a few minutes, he returned with his ugly, fat sister. He’d obviously just woken her up as well because she looked even more repulsive than yesterday, and was dressed in a grubby pink dressing gown that didn’t really fit very well. When she saw me pathetically crouched naked on the floor, covered in her brother’s piss, wearing a dog collar, she whispered something to her brother and they both giggled at me.

“Come over here, Daisy, there’s a good little girl, I’ll shave you and make you look all pretty for your master, Kevin,” she said laughing to herself.

Kevin stood in the doorway in his white pants, which were tenting with his obvious erection as he watched his sister use all of her shaving products to gradually remove all of my manly chest, leg, arm and armpit hair. It took quite a while, but it really turned me on and she kept touching my little cock teasingly as she shaved me. She was so ugly she’d have been so out of my league if I had seen her at one of the pubs or clubs in town when I was out drinking with my friends, but now I was almost begging her to play with my little cock as she humiliated me in front of her geeky brother. When she’d finished, and I was told to stand up for them both to inspect me, I was completely degraded and actually felt less like a man; my legs and arms looked like a female’s and my shaved little cock was the only sign that I was male at all, although I now looked like I did before I hit puberty. With the exception of a buzzed crew cut, I was completely hairless.

“Before you come into work tomorrow I want you to go and get a tattoo on your shoulder that says ‘my name is Daisy’ so that all your mates from the gym can laugh at you when you take a shower. And I think we’ll enter you into another dog show next weekend so you’d better come here every night after work to practice in front of my family. Now put your clothes on and go home.”

Far from being something I did every now and then for my own pleasure, Kevin was going to get revenge for all the times the older, good looking lads had bullied and humiliated him at school by making my whole life utterly humiliating, and there was nothing I could do about it. The urine had dried on my hair and body and I got dressed into my damp, piss soaked clothes, which now stank like a public toilet. Kevin went back to his room and I hurried out of the house as fast as I could. Once I was home and lying on my own bed thinking about what my life would be like now as Kevin’s pet, I started to get hard again and couldn’t help grabbing hold of my pathetic little cock and stroking it furiously for a few seconds until I came violently all over my smooth chest and face. I lay back on the bed and let the cum dry slowly on my skin, managing to humiliate myself by not getting rid of it.

I was dreading going into work the next day, but luckily the ginger geek didn’t turn up. I didn’t want anyone to know I had anything to do with him so I decided not to ask whether he’d phoned in sick or not. For the rest of that week he didn’t come in to work at all and I couldn’t help thinking that perhaps he’d had enough of tormenting me and had decided to get another job. Each day when he didn’t show up I felt more and more relieved. Part of me, the perverted side of my character, was longing for him to return and subject me to new humiliations, but on balance I was glad that everything had ended before it got too risky. I hadn’t got the tattoo he’d asked for, and my body hair was already beginning to grow back; soon, it would be as if nothing had happened and I just had to hope that he never decided to do anything with the photos.

My relief ended the following Saturday when I saw him waiting for me in the staff room as I started my shift.

“Did you miss me?” he asked, but because there were other colleagues in the room I just ignored him as I always had done in public. I knew he wouldn’t let me get away with this insult. I was bending over some boxes in the storeroom later that morning when he crept up behind me and pulled my track pants and boxers down, my instinctive reaction was to pull them back up but hearing his voice over my shoulder stopped me:

“Leave them, and turn around.” I did as he said, nervously scanning the store-room to see if anyone else was in there, which luckily there wasn’t.

Someone could come in any minute,” I told him.

“Well then, they’ll see your pathetic little boy cock won’t they?” and he laughed so loud I was sure he’d attract attention to us.

Already, though, my cock had started to rise, proof if ever the little nerd needed it that I was still willingly at his command. As I stood there with my pants round my ankles, he started to give me my next set of instructions, and he was determined to take our relationship of master and dog to the next level:

“You will resign from your job today and tell the manager that you won’t be coming back to work. You will then tell all of your friends and family that you have booked a last minute trip and are going to be away for a few weeks. Then come round to my house tonight.”

“You must be mad,” I implored, “there’s no way I’m going to quit my job and move into your dirty little house full time; no way!”

He then showed me what was on the pile of papers he’d been holding in his hand – posters of me, unmistakably me, stripped naked with a collar on from when I was being ‘shown’ at the dog show, and from when I was shaved and on all fours at his house; he’d even managed to take a picture of me naked in his garden with my dog collar on, cocking my leg against a tree to take a piss. I was horrified.

“I’ve already put two of these up around town. If you do as I say, tonight I’ll tell you were they are and you can go and remove them, hopefully for your sake no-one you know has seen them yet. If you don’t follow my instructions then I shall put the rest of these up all over town so that all your friends and family know that the football stud they all respect is nothing but a disgusting pervert with a small dick.

What could I do? I quit my job at the end of my shift, packed my belongings at home and told everyone, who all seemed rather confused by my impulsive action, that I was going away for a while. I then turned up at Kevin’s house and demanded to know where the posters were. Once he’d told me, I dropped my bags in his hallway and dashed out of the house, running with all my energy towards the two locations he’d given me. Luckily they were both near his house and in a part of town where I didn’t know anyone, hopefully no-one had seen them. I felt pretty sure that someone would have called me on my phone by now if they had.

I made my way back to his house and knocked on the door. He opened it with a huge grin on his face

“You found them okay then?”

I didn’t answer, just lowered my head and walked in as he closed the door behind me. I knew what was coming next, with his whole family once again sat around the room.

“Strip,” he ordered and I obeyed without showing the slightest surprise or hesitation, I was resigned to my fate. Nevertheless, when I was left with just my boxers on, I did pause for a second or two before pulling them down and letting my hard little cock bounce into full view of his family. Of course, they all laughed and pointed at it again, and I just stood there, shoulders slumped forward, looking at the floor, utterly humiliated. Kevin gathered up my clothes and carried them off, whilst his dad came over to me and held out the dog collar and lead, which I put around my neck and then assumed the position on all fours by his legs. He then walked out of the room, following his son, and pulling me behind him on the lead. As he led me out into the garden, under the cover of the plastic roof they’d put over the patio I watched in horror as I saw Kevin throw all of my clothes onto the bonfire that was raging down the end of the garden. As I watched my clothes burn I cast my eyes across the rest of the smouldering mound and realised that all the possessions I’d brought with me were likewise being destroyed.

“Dogs don’t need clothes do they?” he dad asked rhetorically, as I looked straight ahead in horror.

The next couple of days followed much the same pattern, there was always one of the family in the house to supervise me and I was treated exactly like the family pet. I slept at the bottom of Kevin’s bed, I went to the toilet in the garden, I ate dog food from a bowl on the floor, and I sat in a large dog bed in the lounge for the rest of the day. At night, when it was dark, one of them would put the lead on my collar and walk me round and round the garden, and for three days solid I didn’t stand up straight or utter a word. I was still in shock at the realisation that I was essentially as prisoner to these awful people. However, every time Kevin took me up stairs with him at night I got a hard-on watching him undress and expose his huge, ginger haired cock. I was longing for him to let me go near it, but each time I tried he just pushed me back on the floor in contempt. I think this was the worst part of those three days for me.

On the fourth day everyone was sitting in the lounge when the door bell rang. I froze in horror at the prospect of a new person seeing me like this. For the first time in three days I spoke when Kevin’s dad went to open the door

“You can’t let anyone in!”

“Don’t worry, it’s Kevin’s Grand-dad and, he loves dogs like you,” and in stepped an old man of about 70. As he made his way towards me with a huge smile on his face, I could see the bulge tenting through his old-man’s trousers. I should have been repulsed and ignored him, but instead I thrust my face into his crotch and nuzzled against his old, hard cock. He stroked my blond hair, which had started to grow back, and almost fell over as I kept pushing into his groin with my face inhaling the old man smell. Later that night, I was once again taken up to Kevin’s bedroom, but this time it had been taken over by his Grand-dad who proceed to undress, deliberately in front of me. He had to sit on the bed to get his trousers off and then stood up in his baggy, cream, y-front briefs and brown, knee-length socks. He stood there for a while, watching as my own cock hardened, before he pulled down the baggy briefs to reveal a cock as big as Kevin’s and throbbing like a teenagers. As I crawled over towards him and fastened my mouth around his old dick I didn’t hear the door open, but the flash from the camera as Kevin took my picture made me turn around. The whole family were standing in the doorway laughing at me, but instead of stopping I just fastened my mouth around Grand-dad’s cock even harder.

Grand-dad left the next day, and the days passed much as they had done before. The longer I spent as the family dog, the more natural it became. I started to think only about my food, my bed and going to the toilet. My cock hardly ever got hard as the excitement seemed to lessen as everything became routine. It was even quite relaxing not having to worry about anything, not having to go to work, and no having to project myself as the football stud who everyone wanted to be friends with; instead I was Kevin’ dog, with a small dick which everyone could see.

However, my boredom didn’t last long and things were soon to change at the house. One day the door bell rang but instead of hiding me in one of the rooms, as they usually did when strangers turned up, Kevin left me lying naked on the floor of the lounge with my collar on. Instead of an old man, I instantly recognised the guy that came in as my best friend’s younger brother, Sean, who was 19 and supposed to be away at university. I didn’t know what to do, I stayed on all fours, naked, speechless, and Sean stood, equally speechless, fully clothed staring at me.

“I see you know each-other,” said Kevin, but neither me or Sean answered.

I stood up and turned my back to hide my small, flaccid little cock from Sean before he noticed it, and started to take the collar off in utter embarrassment. What could I say to explain this to the kid who’d I known all my life as my mate’s little brother? I’d seen Sean, who was a really keen swimmer, really grow up over the last couple of years. He was now about 6 feet tall and, since joining the county swim team last year, had developed well-toned muscles. I’d know him since we has a young boy but recently I’d found myself staring at him when I was round at my mate’s house. If I stayed the night on the couch I tried to not make it obvious as I watched Sean making himself breakfast the next morning, dressed only in tight fitting boxer shorts and slightly grubby white sports socks.

“Down doggy!” Kevin’s weedy voice screeched out at me, but I was frozen with fear. “Don’t worry, Sean here wants to be a little dog too, I found him at a dog show just like you!” My cock got hard instantly and I clipped the collar back on firmly before turning around to expose my now throbbing little cock to Sean. His eyes immediately noticed my little dick and he instinctively laughed, which only made me get harder.

“Pathetic isn’t it?” asked Kevin, but I didn’t care. I once again got on all fours and hurried over to Sean, burying my face in his musky smelling groin, fulfilling a long-held fantasy. He was shocked at first, as I had been the first time this happened to me many months ago, but he didn’t push me away and I could feel his cock hardening. It took all of Kevin’s weedy strength to drag me off, and he smacked my arse with a firm whack: “Bad boy! Sit!” I obeyed, and returned to my dog bed to watch the performance. I could tell that my presence was really embarrassing Sean, who kept looking over at me, but I was hoping he wouldn’t back out .

He and Kevin talked for a while about what he wanted to get out of it, I was tempted to tell Sean that he was being lied to, that Kevin would take pictures and blackmail him just as he had done to me, but selfishly I stayed quiet and waited. When Kevin produced a dog collar just like mine from his back pocket I could hardly contain myself.

“Strip!” I heard the familiar command, but this time directed at someone else. Sean stood up stunned, obviously wanting to leave immediately, but something kept him in the room. “Strip, I said!” Kevin repeated.

“What, here? Now?” Sean asked nervously.

“Where else? Now do it.”

Ever so slowly, he kicked off his white Reebok Classics, then he pulled the t-shirt over his head to reveal his well-toned, hairless, swimmer’s chest. I couldn’t help reaching for my cock but, as I was sitting down and as it was so small even when erect, I could only manage to squeeze the end of it between my fingers but that was enough to start to release the tension I was feeling in my balls. Sean then unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off one leg at a time. He was now left in his grey close fitting boxers and rolled down white sports socks which he removed and tucked into his trainers. Just as I had done, he paused for a moment to summon up enough courage and then pulled down his boxers and stood up with his cock fully erect and pointing directly at me.

“Yours isn’t that much bigger than his,” Kevin pointed towards me. He was right. I would guess Sean’s was slightly bigger than my little cock, but not by much, and his obvious embarrassment at letting people see it only made me play with myself harder until I was ready to shoot my load. But Kevin, the bastard, stopped me before I could cum. He clipped the collar round Sean’s neck and pushed on his shoulders until Sean was on all fours like me, Kevin then pulled at my collar until Sean and I were side to side, completely naked with our little cocks throbbing and our shoulders touching, with fully clothed Kevin, the ginger nerdy little geek, standing commandingly in front of us.

“Two studs like you with pathetic little cocks. No wonder you need a real man like me to be your master.” And he was right.

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