A Day With My Dog Sitter

Note to Reader: This is a sequel to "Humiliated at The Halloween Party", "My Life as a Little White Dog", and "Dinner for White Boys".

I strongly recommend reading this series in order. Check the series tab for the first two parts of this collection.

A Day With My Dog Sitter

Introduction:

My humiliation at the Halloween party continued to haunt me. The devilish spell placed on me that night had evolved into more than I ever could have imagined.

My 18-year-old naivety allowed my dreams to cloud my judgment. I foolishly returned to that house after what occurred the weekend prior in search of closure. Quite the opposite occurred as my stepbrother's devastating secret was revealed to me. The man I looked up to for most of my life now looked up at me, fully naked, begging to be pet.

Somehow, the humiliation of my stepbrother wasn't enough to scare me away. I found myself at Reggie's once again the following day. I gave in to everything he said just like at the Halloween party. By the time my degrading night with Reggie ended, I was begging for more.

In some twisted way, I found myself thankful for my bully Cole. If it weren't for him and his friends disciplining me in the park that night, and walking me around our school halls naked, I may not have snapped out of whatever curse the Halloween party had placed on me.

Despite telling myself that I would end things for good this time, I once again found myself locked away in Reggie's closet, naked, and restrained like a dog.

I didn't get much sleep that night. Sleeping in a crate is cold and uncomfortable. Both my jaw and butthole ached from the accessories they left attached to me. With my mittens on, I had no way to remove them. The paranoia Sam instilled in me certainly didn't help either.

I could not deny the claims made about my stepbrother. Max's confessions from the night I took him to the bathroom echoed the same sentiment. At the end of his embarrassing walk of shame, Max crowned Zaire as his owner and acknowledged himself as a bitch. As Sam pointed out, every inch of his body, including his penis, belonged to Zaire. Though upsetting to admit, he had become a perfectly trained human pet.

When you are constantly told the same thing, no matter how untrue, eventually you accept it. As my night in the closet progressed, my concern regarding Sam's prophetic statements about me grew. Failing to end things for the third time was a huge blow to my psyche. Regardless of how I rationalized being treated this way, I always fearfully followed along.

Despite the evidence, I hung onto a small shred of hope that I could avoid the same fate as Max. I had lost all respect for him. I didn't care if he spent the rest of his pathetic life on the ground. If abandoning him is what it took to end this, I would happily do so. To my misfortune, I would not be getting that opportunity anytime soon.

The next day would eventually arrive. I was awoken abruptly by the opening of the closet door. I slowly came to as Reggie and Darren towered over my naked body.

"Time to get up bitch! Uncle Darren is here to pick you up. Him and Samantha are going to dog-sit you today."

I shamelessly whined in fear with my shrunken wee-wee tucked between my legs. I shook my head and moaned, desperately begging for my release. Of course, my meaningless attempts to reason with them fell short. My pitiful demonstration was nothing more than entertainment for Reggie and Darren. Even if I could speak, I would not have been freed.

"Awe, don't be scared, Mimi. He's going to take real good care of you. Ain't that right Darren?"

Darren crossed his arms and looked down at me with a malicious grin.

"We're going to have a lot of fun with your little puppy. Isn't that right boy? Once Samantha and I are done with him, he'll be begging for his owner."

After sharing a chuckle with Darren, Reggie threw a blanket over my crate. I shivered in the darkness as I was handed over to Darren.

I heard passing conversations of Reggie's neighbors as Darren carried me to the trunk of his car. I did everything I could to remain quiet. As much as I wished to be saved, I couldn't justify being exposed in my current state.

Darren blasted loud rap music as he drove me to his house. The cage relentlessly rattled as the bumpy car ride to Darren's flew by. Although being locked in someone's trunk sucks, what awaited me at Darren's was far worse.

The short car ride eventually came to a stop, the trunk door swung open, and I was brought inside.

"Sammy? We're home!"

The sound of footsteps grew louder and louder until they reached us. Butterflies built in my stomach. After a couple of whispers, the blanket was removed. Darren and Sam stood over my crate which was now resting on the floor.

"Awe! There's our pathetic little bitch. You look so silly in your cage haha! Do you want me to let you out?"

Sam spoke with the feminine tone he debuted at the dinner party. He wore a tiny black mini-skirt, white thigh-high socks, a white cropped tank top, and a full face of makeup. He wore a much sluttier, shorter dirty-blonde wig with wavy space buns this time. Between his looks and the sound of his voice, it was hard to view him as anything more than a cute girl.

*Smack!*

Darren slapped Sam's protruding ass. Sam seemed turned on by the slap. He smiled back at Darren.

"Oh! Thank you...."

The sight of Darren treating Sam like a ditsy sorority girl brought on an unexpected tingle to my penis. For better or for worse, my slight arousal wasn't enough to establish an erection. What used to turn me on hadn't been enough since my night at Reggie's. Although I didn't want anyone to see my boner, I craved feeling down there.

"Why don't we get you out of that tiny cage? A devoted pet like you shouldn't waste away in there."

Darren opened the crate door and grabbed me by my collar. Half-heartedly, I attempted to remain in the crate. I would eventually be dragged out, but providing a bit of feedback kept my fading hopes alive.

"Come on out boy, you know you can't hide from me."

The limited strength I could muster was quickly overpowered of course. Darren held me in place while Sam headed around the corner.

Upon Sam's return, I tried my best to get a look at what he retrieved. Unfortunately, I could not identify the miscellaneous objects he messily held in his arms.

"Hold still, loser. The quicker we get this done, the quicker we can play with you."

Sam dropped the items to the floor behind me. I couldn't turn my head far enough to see what he was doing by my vulnerable rear. Suddenly, I felt a strong tug on my tail. Great pain was followed by immense relief as my gaping hole was freed from my thick plug.

"Aghh!"

Sam circled back in front of me holding a hefty metal hook. The hook was curved with a large silver ball at the end of it. I had not seen this device before, but I could only assume it would be going in my ass. I fearfully looked at Sam while he pet my head.

"Did that feel good puppy? You like it when I play with your ass don't you? Yeahhh... that's it."

Sam lifted the hook to my tongue.

"Be a good boy and lick this ball for me. We need it nice and wet before I shove it in your butt."

I apprehensively moved my dangling tongue. My lack of cooperation led to Sam dragging it along my tongue himself. Once satisfied, Sam rotated back behind me. I clenched my cheeks as the cold metal hook was shoved deep inside me. I let out a much greater moan as the large ball stretched out my hole.

"Ehhauhhhh! Ehh... ehh...."

Sam gave me a couple of slaps and squeezes on each cheek.

"Shhh. That's my good boy. Your ass is hungrier than ever."

My goofy-looking dog ears and leather mittens were left untouched while my collar was removed. Sam discarded my collar from the dinner party and broke out a new collar for me to wear. This one had a small black brick attached to it. Two small metal prongs from the collar dug into my neck.

Once the collar was fastened, I felt Sam tie a thin rope around the back of my collar. Soon to follow, that same rope was tightly connected to the hook in my ass. The rope yanked my head back and pushed the hook deeper into my hole. I whined and moaned as I arched my back as far as I could. If I slipped out of this embarrassing posture for even a moment, the choking and pain in my ass became unbearable.

Lastly, a blindfold was tied around my eyes from behind. Reggie and Cole forced me to wear a blindfold on our walks as well. Being blindfolded left me dependent and helpless.

"Hahahaha! You look so cute! I wish I could show you how pathetic you look right now. Ah oh well. You won't be needing your eyes today."

I could not have been more helpless. I stood there immobilized with my back arched, ass hooked, and wiener dangling while Darren and Sam teased me.

"Say, why don't we get that gag out of your mouth? I don't want you drooling on Darren's floors."

Sam hovered over me. I soon felt his hands on the back of my head. After a few seconds, my gag was unfastened.

"Aaaeuughh! Sam... please... I... I don't want to do this anymore... I don't... I mean... I'm not a dog...."

There was no response from Sam. Darren remained silent as well. I felt a mean pinch from my collar instead.

*Zap!*

The collar Sam affixed to my neck lit up. The prongs that dug into me provided a painful shock.

"Ahh!"

I fell forward toward the ground, uselessly picking at the collar with my mittens. There was nothing I could do to remove it.

"Oh really? You have a collar, cute little doggy ears, paws instead of hands, and I don't see any clothing on you. You may be embarrassed, but you shouldn't lie to me."

Sam controlled me without laying a finger on me.

"Ok! I'm sorry... please... I'm desperate... can you please let me go... I'll do whatever you say I promise."

I couldn't see Sam's expression, but a shock did not follow.

"That's much better. You will do whatever I say and I will eventually let you go, but we have much to tend to before then."

Nothing I said held any meaning to Sam let alone Darren. The two of them showed no regard for any remaining dignity I had left as a human.

"Fine! If I listen will you promise to release me for good? I can't take it anymore. My butt hurts and I'm so embarrassed! Can you at least take this thing out of my ass?"

Sam spoke with the utmost confidence. His conviction could only mean he was telling the truth as he knew it.

"I can't free you from what you are. You'll always revert to your true nature. It's not like you've been captive for the last month. Time and time again you came back on your own. So did Chichi."

The last 24 hours were soul-crushing. Feelings of meaninglessness and self-doubt consumed me. I could sense myself starting to give in to him ever so slightly.

"And for your tight little ass, no. You'll get used to it. You're a bitch. You should be grateful I'm training your greedy butt. You'll be thanking me later."

I was so frustrated yet permissive of what was happening to me. I was willing to put up with everyone's games until now. This time would be no different. Whatever I had to do to get through this, I was prepared to accept.

"Now, crawl to my feet. You are a dog. I want to hear you say it."

The shock collar, immobilizing anal hook, and blindfold deprived me of choice. Sam had turned me into a puppet. I reluctantly crawled in Sam's direction until I bumped into his leg.

"I'm waiting!"

"... I'm... a dog..."

"Who's dog are you today?"

"... you and Darren's..."

"Good! That means you'll do whatever we say right? Will you be a good doggy?"

"... yes..."

"Yes, what?"

"... yes... I'll be a good dog..."

Though they didn't care if I consented, it was one more way to degrade me. My long day ahead was off to a rough start.

Chapter 1: Training

"Good boy! Every pet needs a correction here and there. Even Chichi requires some discipline at times. There's no need to be ashamed."

"I want you to bark from now on. Words can only get a pet like you in trouble. When I ask you a question, you will bark. When you beg me to go out, you will bark. When a guest is at the door, you will crawl toward it and bark until one of us can answer. If I need to remind you I will use your collar. Understood?"

Although the gags are frustrating, they're not nearly as degrading as barking. Either way, it wasn't my choice.

"... woof..."

I let out a defeated bark. I learned my lesson. As long as I had this collar on, it would be foolish to disobey.

"Awe, I guess you're not as dumb as I thought you were. You're such a good boy. Yes, you are."

Out of nowhere, Sam began squeezing and tickling my sides. I violently twisted from the unbearable tickling until my chest hit the floor.

"Someone's ticklish huh? Did I find your spot?"

Darren joined in on the fun. Both sets of their hands violently groped me. I continued to squirm and kick my legs while Darren flipped me onto my back. Lying on the rope tied to the hook in my butt aggravated my hole. With each desperate movement, the pain grew.

"I love making you white boys wiggle! These little bodies are so sensitive!"

Darren, with the help of Sam, rolled me around on the floor like James and Tre did in the kitchen at the party. Their hands reached every corner of my body. My mouth was covered, my nipples were teased, my stomach was tickled, my ass was slapped, and my penis was fondled. All the while, the hook dug deeper in my butt.

My floundering quickly escalated to panic. Being manhandled for this long overwhelmed me. The tickling was enough to make me scream and it wasn't stopping. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Woof! Woof Woof! Woof!"

I submitted to their humiliating ritual hoping they would return the favor and give me a break. Avoiding embarrassment was very far down the list of my priorities. I had to try anything at this point.

"Alright alright, let's give him a break Sammy. I don't want him burning out this quickly."

My desperate cries worked. My body continued to twitch while Darren lifted me by my collar back onto all fours. The feeling of Darren's hand on my back caused me to flinch.

"Calm down. As long as you listen I won't hurt you. We were just having a little fun."

Darren comforted me with his big warm hands. They gently massaged my arched back as he reassured me I would be ok. Slowly but surely, I did calm down. Although they were working together, for a moment, I felt he could protect me from Sam.

Darren eventually removed his hands from my back. I felt each of their footsteps head in different directions. I tried my best to figure out what was going on until I heard Darren shout a command at me.

"Heel!"

*Zap!*

I froze and instinctively grabbed for my collar. No more than two seconds passed before Sam activated my collar again.

"Hurry up Mimi! We don't have all day!"

*Zap!*

Sam shocked me again. I frantically crawled in the direction of where I thought Darren's heavy footsteps went. Although I couldn't see where he was, I had to find him before Sam activated my collar once more. Thankfully, I didn't have to crawl far before Darren grabbed my collar and shoved my head to the floor.

"Wag your tail!"

*Zap!*

Sam shocked me again. I wouldn't risk disobeying Darren with my ass in his hands. The zap made me even more desperate to obey. The embarrassment and pain in my ass paled in comparison to the punishment I had coming if I didn't listen.

The awkward hook worked its way up and down my rectum as I shook my hips back and forth. The combination of the hook in my butt and my penis slapping against my inner thighs brought on a strange feeling.

I fearfully shook my hips while my penis stiffened. Everything moved so fast that I could hardly process it. Before I could achieve a humiliating boner, Sam yelled out another command.

"Heel Mimi!"

*Zap!*

My cognition reduced with each shock. I didn't have time to think about what I was doing or how I felt. If this is what I got for obeying, I didn't want to find out what I would get for disobeying.

I raced to Sam. Once again, I was not quick enough.

*Zap!*

"Too slow bitch! Keep trying!"

Darren yelled out again.

"Heel!"

I flipped around immediately and rushed to Darren. This time the shock came a little later.

*Zap!*

"That's better boy! You're learning."

I raced back and forth until exhaustion set in. I began panting and sweating from the crawling. After a few more laps, Sam switched things up.

"Roll over!"

I instinctively motioned toward Sam. The electricity was short-circuiting my brain. I was mindlessly crawling to whatever voice called for me regardless of what was said. I was shocked almost instantly.

*Zap!*

"Nope! Try again bitch. Roll over!"

I was shocked whether I followed along or not. The shock acted as a queue for me to obey as well as a punishment, and it was working. I quickly rolled onto my back.

"That's better! Good boy!"

Darren rubbed my belly while I tried to hold still on the floor. My body was still sensitive from being mercilessly tickled moments ago. Not to mention, the hook in my ass journeyed deeper with me once again lying on the rope. I couldn't help but let out wimpy moans until Sam called for me.

"Good boy! Now heel!"

The two of them were relentless. There was no time to pout or beg for their mercy. I was taught to react. Thinking could only hurt me. All I could do was follow along until they decided I had done enough for them.

Fortunately for me, things eventually quieted down. I heard Darren get up and head to another room while Sam plopped down on the couch.

"Lay down Mimi! I have some things to tend to. Don't worry, I'll be right here watching you while I get them done."

I repositioned on my side until I found relief from the hook in my butt. I laid in silence at Sam's feet. Of the few thoughts I had left, I thought about my stepbrother Max.

Sam spoke as if he knew all there was to know about my stepbrother despite only being on campus for a couple of months like me. He wouldn't have been around in the beginning when my brother initially fell victim to Zaire and his friends. Either way, he seemed equipped with enough knowledge to replicate Max's results with me.

Eventually, the exhaustion from my excessive training hit me. I slowly dozed off despite uncomfortably lying naked on the cold hardwood floor.

Chapter 2: A Knock at The Door

I had no concept of time with the blindfold on. I could've been asleep for 2 minutes or 2 hours. The next thing I knew, there was a knock at the front door.

*Zap!*

My collar lit up right away. I had no time to waste. I scrambled onto my hands and knees. As instructed, I barked continuously hoping I could stave off the shocks while I located the front door.

"Ruff! Ruff! Ruff!"

Every few seconds I was zapped. The jolt of electricity distracted me from the fear of my imminent humiliation. I mindlessly crawled toward another degrading encounter with whoever awaited me at the door.

Eventually, the shocking came to a stop. I kept barking despite the pause. Even if I had found the door, Sam told me to keep barking until the door was answered. Whatever I was doing was working. I didn't want the shocks to return.

"Ruff! Ruff! Ruff!"

Before long, I felt Darren's heavy footsteps approaching from behind me. I didn't know who was at the door, but I knew I would be revealed to them shortly.

"Good bitch! You did just as you were told."

Darren grabbed me by the collar and dragged me to his left. Soon after, I heard the door crack open and felt the fresh outdoor air brush against my skin.

"Aye! What's good T?"

I shivered from the feeling of a fresh set of eyes on my naked body. No matter how many times I was exposed, each new encounter gave me the same crushing feeling.

"Same old shit man. I got some mail for... aye hold on! Is this what was barking at the door?"

Though I couldn't see, I quickly deduced that this was the mailman. He had a raspiness to his voice like an older black man. At the very least, he was not a student like us. Although it seemed like Darren knew him, I clung to the chance he may intervene and save me.

"Oh, this useless mutt? This is my new dog, Mimi. Ain't that right bitch?"

*Smack!*

Darren provided a stinging slap to my right cheek. If at any point I considered begging for the mailman's help, the spanking snapped me out of it.

"Arf! Arf!"

I barked in agreement to appease Darren. Despite my wish to be saved, I was too scared to speak up.

"Haha! Ain't no way! That's one freaky-ass white boy! You keep him naked like this all the time?"

I held still on all fours while Darren proudly boasted about me like property. As always, I sat and took it thinking that if I obeyed I would be better off.

"Hell yeah I do! He loves it. Bitches like him shouldn't wear clothes anyway. They're more docile without them. Mimi, let's show T your pee-pee."

Darren lifted me by the collar until my paws left the ground. I agreeably got into a squat as I was taught. It may have been embarrassing, but I was forced to do so when showing off my teeny nub.

"Haha! Ain't he pathetic? Look at that little thang! Boy, he'll just do anything you say huh?"

His words hurt, but he wasn't wrong. Whether it was Cole walking me naked through the school halls, Reggie forcing me to eat cum covered dog food or in this case, Darren showing off my body to the mailman, I never fought back.

"He's a good boy, isn't he? Now and then he'll forget who's in charge. It doesn't take much to remind him of what he is. A few corrections from his owner always does the trick."

Darren wasn't lying either. Their training was working. The looming punishments kept me in check. Anytime I had a collar on, I deluded myself with the idea that following along was the only option. Like Sam told me I would, I was becoming just like Max.

"Well, I'll be damned. I wish the guys back in the mailroom could see this. Ain't no way they're gonna believe me. I'll have to bring them with me next time."

It was at that moment that I felt the blood rush to my penis. My sporadic tingles from earlier finally reached a head. To my misfortune, I sprouted a humiliating erection in front of Darren and the mailman.

"Ayo! Look at that mini red rocket! I guess he wants to meet the guys haha! And here I thought dogs hated the mailman! You're such a pathetic little pup aren't you Mimi?"

The more comments he made, the harder I got. My demoralizing boner would not go away no matter how hard I tried. I was forced to maintain my embarrassing squat while the two of them laughed at my predicament.

"Hahaha! I'm sorry about that T. Sometimes he can't help himself. Don't worry, he can't do anything with it anyway. Mimi, that's very rude! You know that's only for peeing."

Darren shamed me for my inopportune boner like a puppy having an accident. I felt guilty for getting hard during my public disgrace. My penis had been dormant since my night at Reggie's. Even the small tingles I felt earlier weren't enough to cause this. Something was wrong with me.

"No worries brotha. Keep this bitch in line for me. This shit is hilarious! Hey doggy, open that mouth!"

My hopes of being saved landed flat once more. The mailman considered me a dog just like everyone else. My performance at the door made it easy for him. At that moment, like the many before, all I could do was follow along like a dog as well. I opened my mouth accordingly. The taste of paper soon followed.

"Mimi, go take the mail to Mommy, now!"

Darren spun me around and provided a heavy slap on my right cheek. The crack sprung me into action. I frantically crawled back to where I thought Sam was.

"Oh lord! What's he got stuffed between those little white cheeks? That boy really is a bitch hahaha...."

Darren and the mailman continued their belittlement of me at the door. That was the last I made out of their conversation before I reached the feet of Sam. Thankfully, Sam grabbed my collar before I could get lost. He retrieved the mail from my mouth and led me into the living room.

"Sit and stay!"

I didn't hesitate. I sat and froze anticipating whatever the next command was. If I didn't listen, a punishment would certainly follow.

My regretful erection slowly disappeared while I waited for Sam or Darren to retrieve me. More than anything I was confused. My favorite porno couldn't compare to how hard the mailman made me.

My mind ran wild as I maintained my posture on the living room floor. My growing fears of acceptance picked away at me. I grappled with the possibility that I unfortunately enjoyed being treated like this. Each of my limited moments of reflection over these last 24 hours drew me closer to that possibility.

Breaking up my thoughts was the feeling of Darren's big hand on the back of my neck. I flinched as he yanked me back on all fours.

I urgently followed behind him as he dragged me to the kitchen. As I soon found out, Sam had been preparing my only meal of the day.

I ate another regrettable meal out off the floor. I wasn't as apprehensive this time around. I was starving, fearful of correction, and familiar with this routine.

I gobbled up my lunch and a corresponding dish of water without giving much thought to the contents of them. I licked the bowls clean while Sam and Darren tended to their meals at the table above me.

Chapter 3: The Dog Sitter

It wasn't long before I was forced to pathetically beg to be taken outside. My embarrassment was overshadowed by my sudden overwhelming need to pee.

After Sam clipped a leash to my collar, he walked me into what I assumed was the backyard. As soon as my knees hit the grass, the pressure in my bladder became unbearable.

"Sit Mimi!"

For a variety of reasons, I sat immediately. I knew better than to disobey even if Darren wasn't around. I needed to use the bathroom and there was only one way to earn that.

Suddenly, Sam's voice shifted again.

"Alright, we're finally alone. While we're out here, you can speak normally. Ok?"

Speaking to Sam was like walking on eggshells. I had to be careful with what I said or else a shock would certainly follow. Still, I needed to pee so bad. I didn't care if I did it outside like a dog.

"Um... Sam... can I please go pee? I need to go really bad."

Sam sternly responded.

"Not yet, I want to talk to you. Let's have a chat like old friends."

I waited patiently while Sam began speaking.

"I want to apologize for lying to you the other night. I got carried away. Something about holding those leashes in my hand possessed me. What I said about Darren, my relationship with him, I didn't tell you the full story."

Though I had accepted most of what Sam said about Max and I, a flicker of hope reignited within me. I listened with foolish excitement.

"I met the guys much earlier than you did. I didn't tell you at the time because I was ashamed of what happened."

"A freshman on the team who I knew from class invited me to one of the older players' places during syllabus week. It was just a few of us with me being the only white guy there. We started drinking right away. I quickly lost control and found myself in a game of truth or dare."

"The dares felt like they all headed my way. They started small but quickly escalated. Eventually, I was dared to put on a dress that one of their girls had left behind."

"I wanted to impress the guys. I wanted them to think I was fun. For that reason, I put it on."

I too, like Sam, chose to give in to Reggie's questionable offer hoping I could impress him. For the first time in a while, I could relate to Sam.

"I looked at myself in the mirror before heading downstairs. The dress was too small for me. My ass peaked out of it and my mini bulge couldn't be hidden. In some sick way, I got turned on. My penis lifted the dress while I desperately worked to suppress it. Eventually, I managed to get it down."

"When I rejoined the circle, everyone laughed at me. They forced me to pose and took turns slapping my ass. Just when I thought I had my boner under control, it perked right back up. Everyone saw, but more importantly, Darren took pictures."

"Darren realized how much power he held over me and took advantage of it. In exchange for keeping my secret, he made me send more embarrassing pictures, clean his place in slutty outfits, and eventually, suck his cock."

"Sending him pictures of me naked made him more powerful. Cleaning didn't bother me but the embarrassing outfits and groping wore me down. After a couple of weeks, he caught me in a more vulnerable state than usual. He coerced me into his bedroom and made me kneel. He unzipped his pants and told me that if I didn't suck his cock right then and there he would post all of the pictures I sent on the school's Facebook page."

"I was trapped. Little by little my masculinity had been worked out of me until I reached a point of no return. The fear of everyone finding out forced my mouth open and his penis inside it."

"It wasn't until I swallowed his cum that my mindset shifted. Like the night that got everything started, I couldn't control my erection. Although I was disgusted with myself, I found the experience enjoyable."

The pressure in my bladder continued to build as I blindly sat and listened. Despite the similarities Sam drew between us, the fact remained that I was his pet desperately waiting for his permission to pee. No part of me pitied him.

"The following week I wore more feminine clothing in public per Darren's instruction. I got my ears pierced and bought makeup as well. Throughout that week I felt alone. I was a freak whether I found it hot or not."

"It was that same weekend that Darren had a surprise for me. Waiting for me in Darren's backyard was his friend Zaire's pet, Chichi. I recognized your stepbrother right away. Suddenly, I didn't feel alone anymore. Here was someone once superior to me in high school now crawling butt naked at my feet like a puppy."

"They played with your stepbrother like an instrument that day. They showed me everything they had taught him. More importantly, they explained to me how they achieved it."

My excitement waned. Sam continued to provide proof that the horrors he instilled in me the other night were true.

"From that day on I came to terms with this bizarre situation of mine. After all, Chichi showed me things could be much worse."

"I spent the next several weeks going to and from Darren's until he had a proposal for me. 'Come to the Halloween party and serve drinks as our maid.'"

"The party would be my public debut as his girl. I worried about my reputation for the first time in a couple of weeks. After voicing my reservations, Darren simply forced my hand with the blackmail he held against me."

"The party was deeply embarrassing. The players squeezed my waist, spanked me, and treated me like a slave all night. It wasn't until you arrived that my embarrassment subsided."

"I recognized you immediately despite the goofy dog mask you had on. I was timid at first. I didn't want you to find out my secret. It wasn't long before I realized I stood on higher ground."

"Since we're past the point of no return, I might as well confess that I was the one who stripped you. In fact, it was my idea to have you stripped."

Though I wanted to scream, I continued to wait patiently at his side while he recounted the most humiliating night of my life. Sam's involvement had become undeniable. While it made me sick, I was captivated. I was desperate for more information even if it hurt me.

"It started as nothing more than curiosity for me. Chichi wasn't allowed to be dressed, why were you? Reggie told me that he planned to 'train you slowly'. If your nudity was introduced too early, he feared you might get cold feet."

"I mentioned jokingly that it may make you more comfortable to be naked like the other dog at the party once they finished decorating and using him in the bedroom. The two of them gave it some thought and unexpectedly granted me my wish. Reggie let me remove your booty shorts once you passed out."

"Watching you desperately crawl around on their disgusting floors with your tiny penis jiggling between your bare thighs was more fulfilling than I ever could have imagined. I sat back while everyone pointed and laughed at you. The more humiliated you were, the more comfortable I became."

"Everyone circled up and observed you and your stepbrother get measured like cattle. I watched joyfully as you fluffed him unknowingly. Once you were bent over and mounted, it was obvious any reputation you held onto had been discarded."

I sat in silence. I couldn't believe how deep this plot continued to go. Every word Sam spoke backed me further into a corner.

"The truth is, these guys never considered us friends. They don't need more friends. They need women, pets, or anything else that their friends can't offer. You and I are in this together whether you like it or not. It's best if we cooperate and try to enjoy this."

Sam was right. They never wanted to be our friends. From the very first night, Reggie treated me like a trophy. Still, only one of us was being trained like a dog. As much as Sam tried to liken our situations, I sat at the bottom of the food chain. I couldn't help but take this as my opportunity to vent.

"We are not in this together. Nothing about our situations is similar. You even said it yourself."

"It must be nice to be able to get dressed each day in whatever it is they make you wear knowing that at least you won't have to crawl around naked like those worthless pets Chichi and Mimi. Completely bare with nothing but a collar around their necks and whatever 'tail' their 'owner' decides to shove up their ass. Paraded around like a couple of show dogs for everyone's entertainment."

"I would love to be able to use my hands. Eating face first out of a bowl is difficult and embarrassing. I could be of more use to my 'owners' if I didn't have to carry everything with my mouth."

"I wish I was allowed to use a toilet even if I had to pee like a girl. Begging to go outside in the grass with the permission of whoever 'graciously' took me out is so degrading."

"Sure, you might have to speak like a girl. Well, guess what? I have to bark and that's only if I am lucky enough to be relieved of the embarrassing gags they force in my mouth."

"Would you rather eat leftovers off the floor or eat the meals you cook for Darren at the table? Would you rather be the little spoon in Darren's bed or be locked away in the closet for however long he chooses to keep you in there?"

"Aren't you my owner right now? Aren't you the one who decides when I pee? Are you not able to make me rush to your side and heel? Maybe even roll over or beg desperately to use the bathroom? Couldn't you spank me if I didn't listen?"

"The most basic parts of my day are incredibly humiliating. My helplessness is only ever met with laughter. Everyone who can treat me like a dog does. Even my best friend makes me do tricks for him. No one is more pathetic than me."

Sam sounded unaffected.

"You shouldn't look at it like that. This may not be your first choice, but you'll learn to enjoy it. That's what training is for. That's why I'm so hard on you. It's important you learn or you'll always hate this."

My words landed flat once more. I had no fight left in me. There was no winning with him anyway. Maybe he was right. All I wanted at that point was to pee.

"What I saw from you at the Halloween party may have been the happiest I've ever seen you. You let loose of your pride and enjoyed your exploitation. Even when you brought the mail to me, your little prick was as stiff as can be. You enjoyed being shown off to a stranger didn't you?"

I didn't want to answer him. Deep down I knew he was right, but I didn't want to admit it.

"... I... don't know."

Sam wouldn't accept my answer. My silence would not be rewarded with a trip to the bathroom.

"What you've told Reggie differs from what you've told me. You thanked him for training you that one night, didn't you? At some point, you got skittish. What changed?"

I held out for as long as I could. I still didn't trust Sam, but he held enough power to force an answer out of me.

"... I just... someone caught me... another freshman... they... they humiliated me just like Reggie did."

Sam was furious.

"And you listened? Are you kidding? Why didn't you tell Reggie?"

I thought Sam wanted me to be humiliated. For the first time, he was upset I gave in to it.

"He was going to tell everyone! I couldn't let anyone else find out! My life would be over!"

Sam was unimpressed by my explanation.

"Do you think Reggie wouldn't do the same thing? How do you think he would feel if he caught you lying behind his back? If they want something they get it. Including information you think is secret. You'll see soon enough. Now who was it?"

My face flushed. I couldn't give away Cole. If he found out I snitched he would kill me.

"I'm not telling you. I can't. It's not safe. Please just forget about it I can handle it."

Sam stood firm.

"You will not be using the bathroom until you tell me. Now, do you want to hold it some more or do you want to pee?"

Ultimately, the feeling of the shocking prongs deep in my neck closed in on me. The bathroom would not be the only tool used against me.

"Fuck! Fine! It was Cole, but it's not a big deal. Please just let it go!"

"Wow! I can see why you're embarrassed. Cole of all people huh? Well, I appreciate you telling me. For that, I'll let you pee."

I blushed as Sam walked me toward the corner of the yard. Eventually, we came to a stop and he allowed me to pee.

Without hesitation, I lifted my leg and drenched the ground beneath me. I couldn't see Sam but I knew he was watching. My embarrassment escaped me. I was so relieved to go pee I didn't think about his eyes, how I peed, or what I peed on.

As the final droplets fell from my tip, Sam began speaking again. I lowered my leg into the grass and listened.

"The football team is not the only group of people who knows about your brother you know? Chichi might be the worst-kept secret on this campus whether he knows it or not. Plenty have leashed him including yourself. Word spreads quickly."

I heard Sam briefly chuckle before continuing.

"Believe it or not, your secret has been slowly making the rounds as well. I wouldn't listen to Cole any longer. Enough people know who you are by now. It's better to accept the weird looks and move on. Eventually, everyone finds out. That's how this goes whether we like it or not."

My biggest fear was being realized. Sam could have been lying, but everything else he had said to this point gave me no reason to believe he was. I shivered at the thought of being universally known as a dog.

"You shouldn't be ashamed that Cole was able to handle you like Reggie. Like Chichi, this is what you are. I may have gone overboard the other night, but I meant what I said about your purpose. Whether or not they baited you into this, you've stuck around and you will continue to stick around until you no longer have a choice."

My denial was becoming harder to uphold with every sentence. I didn't know what to say I was so defeated.

"Your brother is so shameless at this point that punishment no longer works on him. Everything turns him on to the point where they need to control his erections. What keeps him so obedient is his need to cum. That's his real secret."

Hypnotized by Sam's words, I failed to notice that he had snuck behind me. All of a sudden, the hook that had been penetrating me all day was pulled out of my ass.

"Ohhh! Owe! Fuck!"

Until this point, I'd only peed outside. I was never held captive long enough to have to poop. Sam would change that today.

"Now, I want you to poop for me. Can you do that puppy? I know you have to go."

My hole had loosened throughout my first semester. As a result, I had less control over my sphincter. The pressure released from the plug and my upset stomach combined to cause an almost instantaneous rush of shit to flow out of me. I didn't want to poop on command, but my body said otherwise.

"Holy moly! You dirty bitch! Look at the mess you've made!"

I immediately felt shame. I couldn't see what I did but I imagine it was gross.

"Alright pup, stick your butt out."

I hung my head and winced as Sam put toilet paper on my crack. Sam wiped up and down while I did my best to hold still. It was demoralizing but I had no way to clean myself.

Eventually, Sam finished wiping my butt. The hook was almost immediately reinserted afterward. It was easier to receive the hook this time, but it was still woefully uncomfortable.

"I'll have to clean that up later. Now, what I told you stays between just us friends ok? If anyone finds out, your training may get a little harder."

I let Sam drag me back inside without saying a word. I surrendered to my former best friend. With the support of the team, my body was his to toy with.

Before long, we reached the living room where Sam handed me off to Darren. To my surprise, I heard them say goodbye to one another. Sam mentioned something about running errands and disappeared shortly after.

Chapter 4: Joy in Darkness

Being freed from Sam's presence was both relieving and terrifying. While I resented Sam, I deeply feared Darren.

The shutting of the front door triggered Darren's turn with me. Now inside, with nowhere to run or hide, Darren unclipped my leash and removed my blindfold. My wincing eyes adjusted as Darren began speaking.

"I can't wait to tell Reggie how well-behaved you were. You did a great job today. Oh yes you did."

I attentively looked up at Darren while he ruffled the hair between my fake dog ears and praised me. Though I tried my best to hold still, my rear began to twitch. The pleasantries from Darren surprised me. My butt instinctually swung back and forth while he pet me.

"Did you have fun today?"

The truth was, I didn't know. I was still embarrassed, uncomfortable, and scared of what they would do to me next. At the same time, going to the bathroom didn't bother me like it did before. Eating off the floor wasn't as gross as I remember either. Most importantly, meeting the mailman undeniably excited me. It didn't matter what I thought, however, barking didn't require an explanation.

"Woof!"

Sam had convinced me. I may not like the idea of being a pet, but at least at this moment, that's all I was. I had no pride to protect from Darren. I might as well do my best to enjoy it.

"Does my good boy want a reward?"

I didn't give much thought to the idea of a reward. I just made sure to obey.

"Woof!"

Darren seemed unimpressed.

"Awe, what's the matter boy? You don't seem excited. Show me how badly you want a reward."

I felt a cold rush. A desperate sense of urgency came over me for the first time since the mailman knocked on the door. I was trying my best to be a good boy. All I could think of at that moment was to beg for his approval as I had been taught to earn my meals and trips to the bathroom.

I looked up at him in desperation. I stuck my tongue out and panted while I shook my hips back and forth to show him I was excited. My paws lifted off the ground briefly while I reached for his hands. I excitedly barked between my panting as I opened myself up to be pet.

"Arf! Arf! Ruff!"

Darren refused to pet me. Perhaps he was enjoying my pathetic performance.

I continued the rapid shaking of my cheeks back and forth while I lowered my head to his feet. I desperately licked his shoes until he grabbed the back of my neck.

"That's it bitch. Good boy. That's enough."

I returned to my knees with my mittens on the ground in front of me as Darren lifted himself off the couch.

"Open your mouth."

I stuck my tongue out once again unknowingly preparing for the stuffing of Darren's fingers down my throat.

"Gaughhh! Akhhh!"

In and out he worked his fingers. I choked and gagged until tears began to form.

"Get them nice and wet. You'll thank me later."

I took his fingers as I had taken Cole and Reggie's cocks in the past. For some reason, I couldn't take my eyes off Darren. It wasn't very long before a rare but familiar feeling from earlier resurfaced. It started with a tingle but quickly evolved into a strong erection.

"There we go. Turn around bitch! It's time for your reward."

I swung my rear toward him as fast as I could. I nervously awaited the reward he spoke of. I assumed it would be a spanking or some other humiliating use of my hole. I was delightfully proven wrong.

To my surprise, Darren reached for my throbbing wiener. From behind, he aggressively stroked, milking me like a cow. My feelings quickly overwhelmed me. My body began twitching and swaying. I uncontrollably moaned until my short moment of pleasure came to a climax.

"Ughhh!!!!!"

"God damn that was quick! Look at all this haha!"

My penis erupted. I never imagined Darren of all people would grant me sexual gratification of this magnitude. In that moment, I couldn't deny how turned on I was.

The next thing I knew, Darren yanked the hook out of my ass and untied it from my collar. My vacant hole twitched without the feeling of something stretching it out.

"Clean this mess up for me pup. I'll be right back."

My mind went blank. I happily lapped my cum off his dirty living room floor. I had never felt anything like that. I wanted it to happen again. Unfortunately for me, that would be the end of my reward.

Eventually, I finished licking the floor clean. A short while later, Darren returned from the other room. I could see that he held something metallic in his right hand.

Darren reached me and rolled me on my back. I could not have been more docile. In that brief moment, I welcomed his dominion over me.

With me on my back, Darren reached for my penis once more. My brief excitement was quickly curbed by the feeling of a cage being locked around my now soft penis.

"Fuck I need to get a smaller cage. This should be ight for now though."

An incredibly pleasant moment quickly devolved into a new low for me. Darren had taken ownership of my penis. I would no longer be able to use it without his permission. Even if he allowed me to leave, I would not be able to remove it.

Darren proceeded to remove my mittens, collar, and dog ears. Finally, I was free from my restraints barring the new cage on my dicklet.

I kneeled and looked up at Darren. Still naked and subservient despite my unhappiness with the cage on my penis. With everything that happened today, I was just happy to go home.

"Alright, time for you to go back in the crate."

I didn't want to upset Darren. I was so close to being free or at least somewhat free. For whatever reason, I felt free to respond.

"Wait, I thought I could go home if I obeyed? I did everything you said!"

Darren pushed my head to the floor.

"Just because your collar's off doesn't mean the rules no longer apply to you."

*Smack!*

Darren quickly put me back in my place.

"Did you forget what you are?"

*Smack!*

"No sir! I'm sorry sir!"

*Smack!*

"Do you want me to treat you like a bad dog? Do you like being punished?"

*Smack!*

"No sir! I'll be a good dog sir I promise!

*Smack!*

"I guess you took your training for granted! We can do it all over again if you want!"

*Smack!*

"No! Sir, I promise I'll obey! Thank you for training me! I'll do whatever you say!"

*Smack!*

"Now, what did we tell you? Bark like the little bitch you are."

*Smack!*

I frantically barked. He was right. I lost track of where I was.

"Arf! Arf!

*Smack!*

ARF!

*Smack!*

RUFF! RUFF!"

*Smack!*

The spanking finally came to a stop. Darren walked to their hall closet and swung the door open. The crate I was transported in earlier sat square in the middle with the door ajar.

"We said you could go home, but we didn't say that would be tonight. You can go home tomorrow. Now, get in your crate."

*Smack!*

Darren slapped my ass as I faced the cage yet again. There was once again no way out. I didn't look back. I raced inside and settled in for another uncomfortable night in the closet.

Darren locked the crate, shut the closet door, and left me there until morning. What I thought would be another sleepless night ended up being the best night of sleep I had gotten in my crate so far. Their training wore me out. Not to mention, I was allowed to sleep without a tail or gag. Sam's words from earlier re-entered my mind.

"... things could be much worse."

Conclusion:

Darren woke me up early the following day. He returned my clothes and kicked me out without dignifying me with parting words.

My penis remained locked, but I was allowed to walk upright and dressed for the first time in over 36 hours. Despite my freedom being returned to me, I left Darren's feeling incomplete. I did everything I could to get away from him, yet, things didn't feel the same when I returned home.

My human responsibilities such as school weighed on me throughout the week. I struggled to find time to cook or do laundry. Even making my bed became a chore more difficult than it should have been.

Sam's words continued to replay in my head. I convinced myself that what he said about my secret was true. I noticed people I didn't know giving me weird looks as I walked past them. They disarmed me with their critical eyes. I started feeling naked and helpless even with my clothes on. If any of them wanted to, they likely could have made me their bitch like everyone else had to this point.

I examined my locked penis each day unsuccessfully searching for ways to remove it. I had to sit down to pee through the cage. It's very uncomfortable to wear it. Worst of all, not being able to cum kept me on edge. All I could think about was my last moment of freedom at Darren's. I desperately craved to feel that way again.

Reality eventually set in. This wasn't over. Max, Sam, Reggie, Zaire, Darren, and Cole, all echoed the same sentiment. As the semester progressed, they all had been proven right. When the time came for me to be stripped and collared again at their Christmas party, I would come crawling back, literally.

It was my childhood dream to earn the respect of the football team I worshipped every Saturday. I never imagined I would become one of their dogs.