Tushie the Petboi on Master's Leash

The feel of the mitts around his hands was still new, and the sensation of having a flesh and blood tail had not yet worked its way into the very centre of his mind. Tushie the petmale, who just two weeks before had been the free man Gary H--, sat nervously in his cell and waited for his Master to arrive. His tail twitched as he thought about what Master might do with him today.

Every so often another of the house's slaves walked by the barred doors of Tushie's cell. One earlier had brought food and water, the girl Marie, whose bare pussy had been clearly on show beneath her black PVC minidress. Tushie had winced as his caged dick had danced and strained, but Marie had just looked down on it and giggled, then walked away. No pity in her eyes for Tushie, but perhaps some affection, Tushie had thought.

So Tushie waited. He held the display position he had been trained to hold: mitts up against his chest, sat on his knees and the balls of his feet, legs open, eyes straight forward towards the cell door. Thoughts came and went: to think of escape hurt him, after the reprogramming routine Master had subjected him to. Instead, Tushie thought about the best way to please his Master, to make the man who had enslaved him happy, which would make Tushie happy too.

An hour after Tushie had taken his display position, Master came to collect him. The man who now owned Tushie appeared to be called Fellen, but Tushie was permitted to think of him only as Master, so that was what Tushie did. Master was tall, square-jawed, heavily built and in early middle-age, with a perfectly shaved shiny head and a greying beard. He leaned down and clipped a leash to his slim pet's collar, then led the boy out of the cell.

"Are you going to be a good puppy for me today, Tushie my sweetheart?" asked Master.

Tushie knew he had to yip and yap enthusiastically to please Master, and somehow since his reprogramming, it was easier and easier to just listen to the pet-slave voice inside him that said 'obey'. Yips and yaps resounded from Tushie's lips as he crawled behind his owner.

"Good boi, Tushie, good puppy," said Master, as he led the pet through the corridors of the old country house where Master and his many slaves lived, "today I have a treat lined up for my good boi Tushie, my excellent pet, who is going to behave so, so well for Master today. We're going to watch a little show put on for us by Marie, Petra and Bonnie, and you're going to help Master relax. It is the weekend, after all: did you know what day of the week it was, Tushie? No? No matter, pets don't need to know that."

Since his enslavement and reprogramming, Tushie's hands had not left the mitts that turned them into paws. He had not walked on two legs. He had not spoken a human word, or made a human gesture. His needs for food and drink were taken care of by the other slaves, and the house had a collection of drones and bots that could handle other personal care needs. Tushie was clear: this was his life. He served as nothing but a pet.

Master took them downstairs from the slave cells, onto the country house's middle floor, where he led Tushie on the leash into a small room with a little stage against the back wall. There were six plush seats arrayed in front of the stage; Master sat down in one, and he had Tushie kneel in front of another. Tushie took up display position, without thinking, and Master ruffled his hair in answer, which gave Tushie a rush of warmth through his whole body.

"Girls! Enter!" yelled Master.

From a little door behind the stage, Master's three slavegirls strutted out, as the lights dimmed, and dance music with a luscious beat kicked in. Master pulled Tushie's leash so that the petmale had to look right at the three girls on the stage, and with his other hand he unzipped his fly and took out his dick. Tushie stared straight ahead.

"Girls! Begin!" yelled Master.

Marie stood on the left, her pale skin shining in contrast to the black minidress. Next to her, in the middle of the row of dancing girls, stood Petra, a black woman in her late thirties, who wore a white lace bra and matching knickers; on the right stood Bonnie, a young redhead, who wore pink frilly panties and a transparent pink teddy on top.

The three girls gyrated together to the beat. Tushie watched as the girls' hands caressed each others' bodies, and he felt his trapped cock spasm with pent-up lust as the girls got each other into the mood and their bodies loosened up. Tushie knelt, open-mouthed, as the trio of slaves strutted and blew kisses to Master and to Tushie, and Master yelled out his encouragement.

"Puppy, did you know that when I enslaved Marie, when I took her from her world like I took you, she was just about to qualify as a doctor, if the stress didn't finish her off first? Look at her now, Tushie, look at the carefree girl I made her back into. Yesterday I spanked her until she cried and then she begged me to fuck her to make her day feel complete, Tushie. Yesterday I was inside that tight bare pussy your eyes can't get enough of, the one you'll never feel on your cock, Tushie. Because she's mine, Tushie, and so are you.

"Now, Petra I regard as one of my masterpieces. Look how she writhes. Petra, remove your bra now, do it slow and sexy, there's my good girl. I can call her a girl even though she's the same age as me, Tushie, because I own her, and when I tell her to get those luscious tits out, she does it without thinking, because that body belongs to me. Petra was one of my first captures: a bright young engineer on a very backwards world. I still hire her out to dance and entertain. Beneath those white panties is another tight bare pussy: you'll never feel that one on your dick either.

"And then we have beautiful, nymph-like Bonnie. She put out an ad on an interplanetary message board begging someone to come and enslave her; she thought it was untraceable, anonymous, just a way to get off, but I traced it back to her and I knew better. She's been mine for six months, Tushie, she's studying art at the local slave college and sometimes I use her as my ponygirl. Do you think you'll ever fuck her, Tushie?"

On the floor, the petmale shook his head.

"That's right, Tushie: I don't want your eager puppy dick to get ideas above its station. Girls: get rid of some more clothes!"

That meant that Marie unzipped the front of her minidress and let her bouncy breasts free, Petra slipped down her knickers in time with the beat to end up fully nude, and young Bonnie whipped off her teddy to bare her small tits. Tushie winced as the cock cage bit down once more. He watched, tongue lolled out, as Marie and Bonnie danced closer to Petra, so that all three of them could writhe together.

"Do you like the show, puppy?" said Master

Tushie yapped enthusiastically; he did not dare whine about the chastity that stopped him enjoying it more.

"They're my good girls aren't they Tushie?"

Tushie yapped again.

"You're my good boi, aren't you Tushie?"

The petmale blushed but he had to yap his agreement.

"My brainwashed, handsome pet... Let's watch for a while."

On the stage, the trio of girls danced on. Marie writhed up against Petra's toned body, then they kissed passionately, while Bonnie danced with her back against Petra's and worked her way up and down. Tushie found himself panting to the beat, and he heard Master start to masturbate faster.

Petra turned and kissed Bonnie, then all three girls started to dance in a tangled line, swapping kisses and caresses as Master and his pet-slave watched. Bonnie wriggled out of her knickers and Marie lost the minidress, and now all the girls wanted their pussies pressed against each others' bottoms to get maximum stimulation, for themselves and their audience.

"Tushie?" said Master.

Tushie yipped.

"Come suck my dick, boi."

A yank on the leash reminded Tushie of the ever-present collar around his neck, the collar on which little diamante studs spelled out "Tushie" on the front and "Good Boi" on the back, to remind everyone that Tushie had broken to the reprogramming more or less instantly, and was therefore a well-made petmale without the mental resistance to ever be a bad puppy for his Master. Tushie followed the leash willingly.

"Good boi, take me in your mouth now, there's my good puppy, do it. Good boi!" said Master.

The show carried on behind Tushie, but now the petmale had to focus on Master's pleasure. Master watched the girls and Tushie watched Master's reactions as he licked and sucked. He had wanted to watch the show but he had been ordered not to and that was that, he was not going to watch it anymore. He knew it should rankle more, but Master wanted Tushie to pleasure him, and Tushie knew that he was going to enjoy the feel of a warm dominant cock in his slave mouth.

"Good boi!" gasped Master a little while later. "You're even more of a cockslut than Marie, Tushie, though not more than Bonnie, no one is more than Bonnie, did you know she sucked off four of my friends yesterday then asked for more? No, of course you didn't, you were at obedience school yesterday weren't you? Good boi, keep sucking."

Tushie went at Master's cock with abandon, and Master groaned in response. This was Tushie's purpose now, and he would do it with all the energy he could muster. The boi was desperate to cum: in two weeks of being owned, he still had not, and he knew that to please his Master was the only way to ever get the lock turned and let his cock spring free.

So Tushie sucked and sucked, and Master writhed around in the plush chair with one hand on Tushie's head and another holding the leash tight. On the stage, the girls perspired but they danced in a frenzy of lust, and Master's eyes roved between them. Occasionally Master flicked his gaze down to Tushie and smiled at the wide-eyed boi who was fellating him with such passion.

"Nearly there, boi," said Master. "Nearly... Nearly ... Oh god yeah, fuck yeah, oh god, oh god, I own you puppy, own your balls and your mind, and your cock and your body and your heart and your name and oh yeah, oh yeah..."

To Tushie it felt like quite some time later that his Master finally came down off the high, and allowed Tushie to release his dick from the pet's mouth. Master kissed Tushie on the lips, then pushed him around so that he faced the stage once more. Tushie goggled at the girls.

Marie was sat on the edge of the stage, her legs open, inviting Tushie's eyes to feast on the sight of her wet, shiny pussy. On the stage, a fucking bench had appeared, and little redhaired Bonnie was bent over it with Petra's big black strapon lodged deep inside her. Master stood, then walked Tushie a few steps to Marie and handed over the leash; he looked down at his puppy slave.

"Marie, Petra and Bonnie are sharing you for the day, make them cum all they want and do whatever they tell you to do: they're authorised to use all good discipline methods to keep you under control, puppy. Marie worked very hard planning that routine puppy, now you need to reward her. Oh, and Marie?"

"Yes, Master?"

"Here is Tushie's chastity key: if he's a very good boi all day long for you, you can have him hump someone's leg or bottom to completion at the end of the day. If not, well, you know where the ball squeezers are stored. Have fun everyone: Master is off out now!"

Marie took the leash, pulled Tushie in close and clicked her fingers. Tushie shot between her legs and started to lap eagerly at her tasty clit, while Marie gently rested her delicate hand on the petmale's shoulder. Marie took the chastity key in her fingers and played with it as Tushie gazed up at her with wide eyes.

"Tell me, puppy, have you ever worn lipstick? No? How about a wig? No? Corset, stockings, a tutu? Oh, puppy, do I have a training day ready for you," said Marie.

On the floor, Tushie gulped, but he focused in on licking Marie to completion. The words on his collar sparkled in the dim light of the stage room, and Tushie remembered the overriding message of his training, and the reprogramming that had made him into the human-animal he now was: a good boi obeys no matter what.