Collar of Freedom
By: Dog Treat & Deep Diver
(© 2008 by the Authors)
= Gone on a new
journey but never
forgotten!
 

Chapter 1

“Free your self from the human world, be taken care of, never worry again,” leads to a website showing the human dogs.

Erick Jones was reading down the classified ads and that notice got his attention, so he clicked on the link. Reading the first lines of the ad began to fill his head with exciting and new ideas

“a life without worry, someone to take care of you, would be so incredible compared to his so many worries, having to pay bills constantly, always trying to balance his budget, fulfilling his social responsibilities, the idea of becoming someone's pet and them taking care of him seemed like a utopia.

'Dare he read on?' he asked himself.  But perhaps this was just a joke or some crazy spoof.  'Could it be true?  Or was it just a phony ad like all the other get rich schemes,”  Erick wondered, would he just end up disappointed like all the other ads that he had answered before.

There was only one way to find out, so he clicked on the link and waited to see what would appear next on his desk top screen.

His hand was trembling as he hit the icon to open the web page. On the screen it warns that one should be sure that this is what one truly wants.  Only the determined to be transformed into man's best friend should check the box below.

He observed the screen carefully and saw a picture of a man in a cage wearing a dog collar and lapping his food from a dog dish.  His face with a look of total contentment exuded happiness and below the photo is written "stage one."

He stares at the picture for a while, seeing the button next to the right of it,  he clicks again fascinated by the images that appear and  noticed that the man had his ears clipped to look more like a dog's.  His nose was tattooed black, also to make him look more dog like.  The picture was entitled stage two.

The final picture was of  a dog show, with 20-30 human dogs of varying degrees, different hair cuts, some with tattooed skin to color them, and some with smooth white soft skin. All types of human pets and man/dogs competing for best in show.

Erick read the next entry:  “A cage, a collar, a pet's life is true freedom.”  It was the title of a page which contained the requirements in order for an application to be accepted.  It warned that once an application is accepted, that there was no possibility of turning back.  Once accepted you have to sign all your belongings over to the organization and give your new owner perpetual power of attorney.

A man/dog cannot contact any family or friends just disappearing forever.

There will be a training period and if the dog fails to come up to the standard of the breed he would be sent to a foreign country to be sold as a pet for some child or in the worst case scenario would be sold to a factory which processes dog food.

In order to acquire a man/dog a master agrees to assign his pet to a new master in his last will and testament,  should the master pass on first.

Erick saw that the contract goes on for pages with all the duties of the "pet"  and basically it boils down to "must please his master in every way."

Basically the only way out is to be used as food in some cannibal country so that there are no remains or possibility of giving witness against the club.

Erick wanted so much to break out of the endless rut of his stagnant commuter life, so he began filling out the application throwing caution to the wind and carefully answering each question, wondering if he could make a better life for himself as a dog.

The next day at work his awful boss treated him badly, he could see no future in his hum drum job. All he could think about was someday being in that dog show and finally receiving the recognition of being judged among the best.

Erick day dreamed, “being owned, loved, cared for, how could that be bad?”

How proud he would feel to be put on display by a stern master who would groom him, train him and push him to his limits of physical endurance.

After work he looked again at those photos of the dogs, the masters, and noticed that some dogs even had their arms and legs fixed so they could walked on all fours more easily, they looked incredibly hot.

He sent the Club an email in which he asked how his disappearance would be arranged.

In the response they indicated that he would be thought to have drowned or lost on a boat trip off the coast and no one would ever know the better.

Erick had been estranged from his family.  They had always considered him a sort of nerd.  He knew that they would not miss him.  No one ever called or wrote or invited him over to visit.  Once he had "come out" they really didn't care to see him again. 'So what did he have to loose?'  he thought as his finger rubbed the key on the computer for an hour, trying to think while vacillating back and forth until finally he took a deep breath and pressed the send button.

Physically, Erick was an attractive guy.  On several occasions he noticed that not only did the young ladies giggle as he passed them, but sometimes even guys stared at him for that tell tale prolonged moment that would set off his gaydar.

Erick described himself as being 5'8”, with brown hair and eyes, about 155 lbs, not too hairy, smooth skin with some hair, a nice trail down the belly, a nice six and a half inch cock, not huge though, and tight balls, nice long lean muscles and a supple body.

Once Erick pushed the button he felt this sense of elation, a happiness he hadn't felt for too long.   He waited a day or two but no response from the "kennel club" came.  He wanted this so badly, but what if it was just a joke, and not real at all?  What would he do? (the club knowing how to manipulate the mind intentionally waited to send the email).

The days that past were an agonizing wait as Erick wondered if he would be accepted into the AKHC.. The American Kennel of humanoid Dogs Club.

Yet his desire became even stronger each day as he again imagined himself on the table at the Westminster show with the judge checking his teeth, and then moving his hands over his torso and legs.

Then a response came from the  AKHC which he read carefully. The kennel truck will be in front of his house at 9 a. m. the following day.  The instructions stated that all personal Id's and financial records should be put in a box placed by the door.  “Be ready! Your new life will begin within a few hours.

The notification also included a list with all his bank accounts, personal information, even a copy of his lease, everything about him, that they knew. It would all be erased and soon forgotten.

Erick's hands shook he was so excited.  He felt like he had won the lottery at long last,  It was not only exciting but somehow sexually arousing too. Every time that his mind returned to the idea of what was about to become of him,  he became aroused and barely slept that night at all.   He was ready promptly at 9:00 a. m., waiting on his front steps.

During the night he had masturbated his hard cock and came as he imagined himself being shipped in a dog cage, naked, except for his new dog collar.

Precisely at 9 a. m. An unmarked van arrived, his heart was pounding in his chest as two men got out and came up to him. They knew exactly who he was and didn't speak to him as they escorted him to the back of the truck where there was an empty cage awaiting.

Erick was having second thoughts, and for an instant wanted to run and hide, but then he remembered his job and that he was already late for work and there would be hell to pay.

Inside the van, there was a cage which was so small that he would barely fit. He couldn't even turn around, and could only hear the door shut behind him. Erick was in total darkness, only feeling the movements of the van.  This trip in the unmarked van felt like he was back in a womb being carried to that place, where he would emerge into his new life as someone's puppy.

The ride took hours, his mind was playing back his life, as he sat in complete darkness so black that he could not even see his hand in front of his face.

He began to whimper as a pup that had just been separated for the first time from his bitch mother and he brooded over the question of who would be his new master.

'Who would own him?' now became his preocupation, 'and what would they change him into? what type of dog?  Would they give him long ears, short ears, tail, nose?'  All these questions came to mind of which he would never be able to give any input.

"Quiet down back there unless you want to get swatted with a newspaper," said an anonymous voice.

Erick cowered back into the corner fearing the stern and deep voice.

Then the truck drove up a bumpy road for a long stretch and finally stopped

He began to worry that they may train him to be a sporting dog.  He hated having to play sports during gym class in high school.  Maybe they would make him into a hunting breed and expect him to search for vermin.  Or worse yet, a poodle!

The door opened suddenly and the light filled the kennel truck, his eyes could barely see it was so bright after being so long in the total darkness.

´Oh gawd, how he would hate to have his hair in an Afro, all the time.  Its so pasé!´ he thought to himself.  But then thought that just maybe he would look cute.

Then the idea of being a great Dane came into mind and lifted his spirits.

“Mmmmmmm, yes those balls hanging down, the nice firm jaw, or perhaps a nice lap dog.  How great it would be to cuddle up to master each night and feel him petting behind his ears and neck.' he thought.

These and many other ideas flowed through his head as he thought about all the different types of dogs into which he could be remade.

Then he scared himself again thinking that he might be used as a Palovian lab dog and have tubes put through his cheek to measure his spittle as they present him different kinds dog chows. This brought to mind his future meals.  Would they feed him canned horse meat or of dry pellets?

His cage was opened and a collar put around his neck, a choke collar, and then a leash was clipped on it and he was led from the van into an outside structure that actually looked like a private dog kennel.

Two men took him into the receiving room, on the floor was a ring, with a chain clipped to it, on the walls different types of collars, a drain in the floor below the ring.

In one cage was a more developed man/dog, showing his teeth, so sharp and so long.  Erick could see they had been filed to  sharp points, his legs cut with claws, ears cropped, huge sheath and cock, big black balls,  an incredible dog - a true mastiff which scared him as he walked by seeing such fierce eyes.

He really became worried that they might make him into a pitt bull and force him to fight other dogs perhaps to the death.  ¨Shit, what have I gotten myself into?¨ Erick thought and his anxieties get the better of him.  His heart was pounding, the fear overtaking his senses, fighting dogs, he hadn't even considered the possibility of that.  It now dawned on him that he may have not given enough time to think about what  he had done and now he was going to have to live with some very unpleasant consequences.  But then it occurred to him that maybe they were just guard dogs.

Finally they arrived at his pen.  He read a sign over the entrance which was inscribed with his new name: “Chippy.”  Erik thinks, 'Chippy, thats not so bad.'

¨Here you go Chippy, the attendant said as he placed a water bottle upside down where Erick could suck out some H2O.  Chippy guzzled from the bottle, his thirst was so great from the long ride in the dark with no access to water.

After a short while an attendant came in and used a magic marker to make some designs on his body that eventually would be put on him permanently.

Chippy felt the marker run over his skin.  The attendant not even thinking of him as human at all seemed to cause a strange the feeling in Chippy as well of not being equal to the attendant, of not being human.

What he did not realize is that the water contained a special chemical, made from dog cum, that will slowly affect his thinking and reflexes, gradually helping him make the transition from human to canine.  He emptied the bottle trying to satisfy his thirst.

Suddenly he felt an urge to lick the man who is drawing those patches all over his body. Erick wonders how long they will keep him separated form the other dogs.  He understands that a period quarantined from the rest would be a good cautious policy.

To be continued...

Posted: 03/14/08