New Life for a Dogboy - Version 2

NEW LIFE FOR A DOG BOY (VERSION 2)

Hmm… guess we should start with the basics… My name is Scott and I’m a 30 y.o. gay male. Well… at least I use to be a male. Now I’m a slave dog to my MASTER. My story is one of best friend becomes MASTER…

My story begins in the early 90s when I was still in the military, the Air Force to be exact. I was young and really didn’t know what I wanted out of life. In fact, I was still in denial about being gay. I was kind of the loner in my shop. Always the one left out of get-togethers and stuff, because I didn’t really seem to fit in. Everything changed though when a man named Greg was assigned to our shop.

Greg was the epitome of sexy. Shaved head, glowing blue eyes, a New York accent and a smile that would make you cum in your jeans just seeing it. Greg and I really didn’t have much to do with each other for the first 6 months or so. He was always so busy learning how things worked around the shop, settling into his place with his wife and kids. Yes… WIFE and KIDS… he is married… er… WAS married…

Eventually Greg ended up being assigned as my reporting official. He had to write all of my annual evaluations. As my immediate supervisor, I was transferred to his shift and started working with him every day. I SOOOO did not mind! He turned out to be a really fun guy. He made work more like fun, kind of contest between he and I to find out who could get more done. We were building a great working relationship, and after a while we began to build a friendship outside of work. I was always invited to his house on the weekends and holidays. Since all of my family was in the midwest and I was on the west coast… I really didn’t have any place to go for the holidays… so he and his wife, Diane would always invite me to their place. It was like this for the next four years. We even did tours of duty overseas together when possible and when it wasn’t I was always there to make sure his wife and kids had help if they needed it.

In 1999, it came time for me to leave the Air Force. I was seeing someone at the time and was convinced that he was the man for me. The hardest part of leaving the military was saying good bye to Greg and his wife. Greg offered to with me while out-processing the base, just so we could hang out together. While driving around the base running from office to office getting the millions of friggin’ signatures needed to get the fuck out of the military, Greg seemed to be kind of quiet. I asked him a few times what was up? I thought that maybe he and Diane had had an argument or something.

We pulled into the parking lot for the Admin. Office for the unit, the next to the last stop. He sat there for a moment then turned and looked at me. “Scott, I want to ask you something, but not quite sure how to ask it.” I was fairly certain what he was going to ask, but I sure the hell wasn’t going to volunteer. “Just ask it,” I said. He just sat there and didn’t say anything. “I think that I know what you’re going to ask.” He looked at me, “You do, huh? Well what’s the answer?” I was now even more certain that he was asking if I were gay, but still couldn’t bring myself to answer a question of which I wasn’t 100% sure. “You have to ask a question… to get an answer,” I said. “Well, I was just wondering if you were… uhm… gay?” The question hit me like a ton of bricks. I think he saw the color leave my face. “Never mind, don’t ask.. don’t tell… Didn’t mean to offend you.” I looked right at him and said “Yeah, it true.” I then turned my look out the passenger-side window. It was quite for about 5 seconds when he said “Fuck! I owe Diane 50 bucks!” I turned with a smile on my face then we both broke into laughter. He said, “It’s cool, we both kind of thought so, but I was always getting mixed signals from you. I just gave you the benefit of a doubt.” I asked him if he was disappointed… “Nah, you’re no different that you were yesterday or last month…I just happen to know now.” “Cool… We’re still friends then?” He said, “Do you even need to ask that?” We finished the rest of the out-processing and went back to the shop. Where I was sure that I would inevitably the out-processing ritual.

When I got back the entire shop, but days and swing shift were gathered to say goodbye. Of course they did it with shaving cream, dirty mop water, fire hose, and a hoist as I was summarily lifted of the ground and attacked with a barrage of substances. Everyone was laughing as I hung there, even myself. It was nice to know that at least the guys cared enough to go through the effort… or maybe I was just experiencing my first taste of submitting to men and didn’t know it. I was lowered to the ground and shook everyone’s hand, everyone’s but Greg’s. He wasn’t around. I was rather sad. I got into some civilian clothes and walked out of the shop, only to find Greg out at the smoke area. I walked up to him…”Why weren’t you in the shop with the others?” “I was, but came out here when you went to change clothes.” “Oh… so I guess this is good bye then…” and stuck out my hand… He just looked at it… “Dude… I don’t say good bye… you’re just moving down the road 50 miles…. I’ll be seeing you and you’ll still be coming here for holidays, if you want…” I smiled and winked and said “See you later…” I left the base and never went back…Greg and I stayed in contact a lot the first few months… but as time separates everyone, so did it us.

As time went on, things between my ex and I fell apart. Now that I was out of the military and a bit more grown up. I wanted to explore my sexuality, try new things, things which he didn’t care for. It wasn’t a major issue though, but he hit a mid-life crises about 20 years ahead of schedule and the relationship ended within 6 months of me separating from the military… About a year after my ex and I had split up, I got a phone call, from Greg. He asked if he could come by and see me so we could catch up. I bellowed “YES” into the phone before he had even completed the question. He said that he come by the next day, and I couldn’t wait to see him.

The next day, the knock that I had been waiting 24 hours to hear… no.. not just 24 hours… almost 2 years.! I opened the door and I could see that he was a bit surprised. “DUDE! YOU’RE FRIGGIN’ HUGE!” I must have turned 5 shades of red…”Well… I’ve been living in the gym for the past 18 months or so…” “WELL IT FUCKIN’ SHOWS! YOU MUST HAVE ALL THE GU… uhm… guys! After you…” I just laughed… and ushered him in to the living room. “So how have you been?” He just kind of look through me and then down at the ground “Uh… ok I guess...” “Hmmm.. Ok huh? You don’t sound ok.. something wrong?” He looked up at me, eyes reddening a little and said “Diane and I got a divorce. I’m getting out the military in a few weeks and not sure what to do with myself. She’s move back to New York with her side of the family with the kids.” I sat there for a moment…”Well… what do you want to do? What would make you happy?” He sat there for a moment, “Well… I was hoping that you and I could hang together again… maybe I could move in here, if you have space…” I thought about it for a second, but was hesitant to respond. “You remember that I’m gay right? You’ve never lived with a gay man… you might not like it.” He just laughed…”Can’t be any worse than living with the ex-wife!” We both just chuckled. Three weeks later, I find myself knee-deep in straight-man hell… I had forgotten what it was like to live with a straight man.

We both soon got into a routine… Greg started going to the gym with me, we hung out every night, except for work, we were usually doing something together… I guess we got really comfortable with each other, that’s when something happened that was the start of a major change in the dynamics of our relationship…

One Thursday night, Greg and I were sitting at home watching TV and chatting a bit, He was having a beer and I was sitting in the floor going through papers. I noticed that Greg was watching me out of the corner of my eye. “What’s up?” I asked him, not looking up from my task. “What’s it like sucking cock?” I almost got whiplash turning towards him so fast. “WHAT did you say?” Smiling from ear to ear without trying to laugh. “You heard me… What’s it like to suck a dude’s dick?” “Well, it’s hard to describe. You just open your mouth and suck…” OK! I KNOW THERE IS MORE TO IT THAN THAT! I just didn’t want to give a lesson on sucking dick. I said, “You’ve had too many beers dude. You’ve NEVER asked a question like that before.” “Well, you’re gay and all, and I never see you going out on a date, was just curious if you’ve done ‘IT’ that much.” “Well… Not to brag, but yeah… I’ve sucked a few cocks in my time..” “I bet you have! Feel like sucking another?” I looked at him…”Yeah… right!” Greg stood up off the sofa and stepped in front of me. He untied the laces of his sweats and let them slide down his legs. He was sporting a massive boner in his shorts. I was trying my best to focus on my the papers in front of me… “Well.. what are you waiting for… I know you have thought about it. I’ve seen you checkin’ me out before… I’m not blind… Now’s your chance… I need to get off.. and since you’re my best friend and gay… figured you’d be willing to help me out… Now come on… open up for bud…” I just looked up at him from the floor and opened my mouth… He tooked that as his cue and fished his pole from his shorts. GOD that thing was beautiful, thick and probably close to 8”. I could only sit as he moved to straddle me, moving his crotch into position, as he slowly slid his cock in to my mouth… “Oh god! You’re god at this… do that with your tongue again! OH FUCK! You should teach a class…” I was in heaven! Here I was sucking the cock of walking wet dream that I’ve known for years. I guess he was really hard up… cause it only took 5 min… and I was drinking his load. He grabbed me head and started to fuck my mouth… I put my hands on his legs to slow him down… he was going to give me a bloody nose…I felt his muscles tighten up and I grabbed his ass just as the first volley was launched down my throat. 8 glorious shots were pumped into my mouth, his body shaking with each one. He held my head in place for a minute while he while the last bit of his man cream oozed down my throat. He looked down at me and had a smile on his face…”Dude, fuck man, if I knew that you could do that… I’d have had you blow me years ago. You’ve got a real talent there. Damn!” He stepped back and grabbed his shorts and sweats, and continued to walk to his room. He closed the door, leaving me sitting in the living room with wad in my gut. I figured that I should follow suit and picked up my paperwork and went to my room for the night…

The next day Greg acted as though nothing had happened. I knew that he had several beers last night, but he can hold his liquor, so I knew that he remembered what had happened, but I wasn’t going to press the issue. When I got in from work, Greg was already home, I could here the shower running. I sat down my things and grabbed a bottled water from the fridge. I was about have way through guzzling the bottle when Greg came out of the shower and into the kitchen wearing nothing but a towel. “How would you like to do your bud another favor like last night?” I didn’t even get a chance to respond, before he dropped his towel and cleared the 5’ of distance separating us. “C’mon, you did it so well, and I still have a lot of seed let in me.” Again he smiled and I just melted to my knees. It wasn’t long before he was pumping my face and moaning. This time he went longer than the first and fucked my face for a good 20 minutes before shooting his wad in my mouth. He looked down at me with his cock still semi-hard in my mouth, my face red from lack of oxygen. “Damn dude, you’re awsome! Diane would NEVER do that shit for me. I hope you enjoyed it, cause I want to do it again!” And so it went for months, everyday I was getting face fucked by Greg. Not that I was complaining… he was giving me what I had only fantasized about until then.

This ritual was repeated for a while until one weekend we went out partying. Greg was really buzzed. We were both laughing as we went up the stairs to the apartment. I was laughing at Greg and Greg was laughing…well… cause he was kind of drunk! We got in the apartment and Greg walked to his room… a few minutes later I heard him calling my name “Scott.. c’mere dude… (laughing) C’mere!” I walked to his bedroom door…”Dude, I can’t get my shoes off…(laughs) c’mere help me take them off…” I got down and pulled his boots off… “Dude, help me get out of these pants…” I paused for a second, but only for a second mind you. I unbuttoned his pants and started to pull he lifted his ass off the bed slightly and off the came. I threw his pants on the floor and looked at him laying on the bed… god he was beautiful. I noticed that he was sporting a boner in his shorts (again!). I started to walk for the door… “Where the fuck are you going? You’re not going to take care of this for me?” He was rubbing his cock through his shorts. “C’mon dude.. you do it everyday… get over here suck out my cream…” I walked over and rubbed his shorts. “Don’t play with it.. suck it dude!” I pulled his shorts down and exposed his fat cock to the cool air … “mmmmm” was all he managed to get out as I took him into my mouth… this time he was just laying there enjoying it. I sucked and sucked, man I love to worship his cock… I was blowing him when he started to sit up…”Take off your pants…” Why? “I want to try to fuck you… see what it feels like, if it’s as good as your sucking… I want to try it…” “Uhm… I’m not sure…” “Dude… just take off your pants… you afraid that you’re going to like it too much…then beg me to fuck you … C’mon… drop the pants… Daddy needs some ass” I just giggled and said what-the-hell… I stripped and laid down on the bed…”I guess the rest is up to me huh? You need lube right?” “Yes, please” I said… He got some lotion from the night stand and started rubbing it on his dick… he started to get between my legs…”Wait…. I need some lube too…” I took the lube and rubbed some on my hole, a lot actually. It had been a while since I had been fucked. He looked me in the eyes as he got between my legs… and fumbled around for a minute and found the spot… In one swift stroke he was up to the hilt. “OH FUCK!” I screamed as I clamped down on his cock with my ass …”Holy fuck dude… do that again… fuckin’ A dude… that a tight hole you got there…” He closed his eyes and started fucking my legs over his shoulders… he looked down at me and suddenly stopped… “Look… I can’t do this, this way… on your knees… I’ll do you doggy style so I can pretend you’re a bitch…” I flipped over only to have him ram his shaft up my hole again… I clamped down yet again and he mumbled something about a tight pussy… He then proceeded to tear my ass up. He fucked me 3 ways from Sunday for about an hour … then the sensed him tense up… “OH yeah… you like that fat cock in your hole don’t you cunt… you want my seed… well get ready bitch… cause I’m about to give it too you… oh man… you have a nice pussy… oh I love it when you milk my cock with your hole… You love daddy’s dick don’t ya baby…” I was thinking… damn is this how he talked to Diane. I felt his cock pulsing and he let out a cry that sounded like a wounded lion… nut after nut was squirted in my ass… he leaned down and rested his head between my shoulder blades.. shuddering with each spasm… his cock slid out of my hole…”Fuck dude.. that was awsome… Hey I guess this makes you my bitch now huh?” he chuckled as he walked out of the bedroom… I heard the bathroom door shut and shower turn on… I made my way to my bedroom and grabbed a dirty towel to wipe the lube off… I laid down on my bed and passed out…

The next day, I could tell something was wrong. Greg left without saying a word and was equally quiet when he came home that evening. He went straight to his room. It was the same thing for almost 2 weeks… finally I managed to get home and in place before he got there… we needed to talk this out… He came home and started walking for his room, where I subsequently blocked his path. He said “Move dude… I’m not in the mood.” “Yeah I’ve noticed you haven’t see a fucking word to me in about two weeks. I thought we were friends…Are you pissed at me about something? Is it because we had sex..” He just stood there look past me…” Yeah… it’s because I fucked you. I’m not a fag. I like women. I’m just fucking you until I find someone else to date.” “Well aren’t we friends,” I asked. “Yeah, I’m just not a fag like you. I mean don’t get me wrong. You’re gay.. but that’s you.. not me…” “Well… you seemed to enjoy it that night… you shot a huge load… even called me your bitch. I thought that you’d want to do it again, but if you don’t that is totally cool…” He pushed his way past me and into his room.

About 5 days later, Greg was finally relaxing a bit. He was standing in the kitchen one evening when I came home from work. “Hey…” I looked at him rather surprised that he actually talked to me first “Hey.. what’s up? How was work?” “It was cool, got off early… had to run some errands…” I started to walk to my bedroom and Greg grabbed my wrist and spun me around. “I need to ask you something and be honest.” “Ok”, I said. “Did you really enjoy me fucking you? Did you like being my bitch?” “Well, yeah… you’re sexy as hell and we’re friends… I enjoyed the sex with you a lot” “You didn’t mind being my bitch though? Could you handle doing it again? A LOT!?” “SURE!” trying not to sound to eager. “Good! There is some stuff that I’ve been wanting to do that I haven’t done in years. Diane would never go for it. I’d like to do them with you, but let’s get this ‘straight’ I’M NOT GAY. I don’t fuck men. I fuck bitches… You got it.” “Yeah, sure, ok, whatever… I’ll be your bitch..” “Fine… go put your stuff in your bedroom… strip… and come to my room.” I bolted for my room… stripping as fast as I could. I went to Greg’s room… sporting a huge boner myself. I knock on the door and Greg told me to enter.

When I entered the room, Greg was standing there in leather chaps, cod piece, leather vest and a hat. He was holding a collar and leash. He told me to come closer “Are you ready to submit?” “uhm…YES SIR OR NO SIR! None of this uhm shit…” I looked down to the floor…”Yes SIR.” “Good… are you ready to be my bitch?” “Yes SIR”, I said shakingly. With that, he put the chain collar around my neck… He proceeded to wrap my hands with fingerless gloves which he referred to as paws. A harness, black boots, and a muzzle were all placed on me. He then goes to a bag and pulls out a large butt plug with something resembling a tail on it. He walks up to and brings the plug between our two faces. With a smile, he walked behind and bent me over. “GRAB YOUR ANKLES BITCH!” I heard a squishing noise which evidently came from a bottle of lube. I felt something cold and slippery near my hole and with a slow forceful push the plug made it was into my ass. I winced in pain as the plug found it’s new home. “GET ON ALL FOURS BITCH!” He fastened a leash to my collar and the other end to the bed rail. “I’ll be back in a few minutes…”

After what seemed forever… Greg came back into the room and took my leash… “Come bitch!” I started to stand up… “GET ON ALL FOURS BITCH… THIS IS HOW YOU MOVE ABOUT FROM NOW ON! UNDERSTAND!?” I shook my head yes and he jerked my chain as he moved to the door. He lead me down the hall to my room. I was surprised to find a sling set up in the middle of the room. The bed and other furniture had been pushed aside. “STAND UP BITCH!” He motioned for me to turn around and backup to the sling. After I was seated he fastened my hands and my feet to the sling. He looked down on me “I give you one last chance… Are you sure that you want to be my bitch? If you say yes, from this point on … I will be your MASTER, not your friend. If you say no, then you may go back to your life and I will move.” I couldn’t bare the thought of Greg not being around. I sat there in a daze … “SPEAK BITCH! YES OR NO!” I shook my head yes… Greg grinned from ear to ear. “Fine! BITCH IT IS!” Greg walked out of the room and came back with a bag. “From here on out… you’re a bitch… but as you know I don’t fuck men. In fact you have too much muscle for my liking… I like my bitches soft. This is a problem as well… pointing to my dick… You see… you can get a boner… bitches can’t.. but I must say… it’s a fairly small cock and these… well.. I’m not ever sure that these constitute really balls, there fucking puny.” Greg flicks my right nut when he bends over and hanks my tail out… “Don’t worry bitch…It’ll go back in after I’ve properly bred my new bitch… but we have a lil’ problem to take care of first.” By now I’m rather scared and from behind Greg… uhm.. I mean MASTER’s back he shows me a funny device with four prongs on it. It was an elastrator! I had seen my grandfather use them on the farm back in Texas. “You know what this is don’t ya bitch… it’s a device to remove balls from animals like pigs, horses, bulls, and well… yourself.” Master proceeded to unbutton his cod piece letting his man meat swing freely… I just stared at that wonderful cock oblivious to the fact that he was threading the elastrator with a band… He walked up waving his cock at me and placed the head of the beautiful piece of male flesh at my hole. I grunt and bounced in the sling as he shoved it home… when I opened my eyes… he was waving the elastrator in front of me. He sets the elastror on my stomach and proceeds to slowly fuck me. He reaches and starts rubbing and stretching my balls. “I noticed that your lil dog dick isn’t hard anymore.. that’s good…soon it will be that way forever.” Master stops fucking, but leaves his pulsing cock in my hole. He grabs the elastrator and forces my nuts through the band…. Our eyes fix on each other and suddenly my body is wracked with pain… “OH YEAH… that’s it… hurts huh? Serves you right for being born with them… Don’t worry… I’m about to correct this ‘little’ mistake… you won’t even miss them… You won’t have time… you’ll be busy servicing your Master…you’ll like that won’t you bitch…” While I’m bucking for freedom in the sling… tears rolling down my face… Master threads the elastrator again… and moves the band into position… SNAP goes the second band… again I buck for freedom… Master drops the elastrator and tears into my ass… fucking the living hell out of me. I feel pain in my gut that I have never felt before. The pain seems endless, just like the fuck my Master was enjoying… I heard him grunting and quick his pace.. my head was spinning from the pain… I hear him grunt loudly as he launches his load inside of me… a few seconds later… I raise my head and look at him… seeing him grin from ear to ear. “How does it feel to be a bitch?” He asked… He pulls his hand from behind him and waves a little black looking ball. Looks like a hacky-sack. He then sets the object on my chest for me to see. To my shock… it was my nut sack sitting there. Black and purple. I had been in so much pain I didn’t feel it come off. My Master looked at me “I nutted you the moment that I nutted in you. Don’t worry.. I’m a kind Master as you will see. Now it’s time for you to rest. You’ve been through a lot. With that my Master gives me a shot of something and I fall asleep, far away from the new life that await me when I wake….