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

Erick's testicles emptied themselves for the second time that day, after years of solitary pleasure, but now the fate of his balls was in the hands of the committee.

Would they grant him a reprieve, or would he be sent to the surgeon?

Chapter 3

After they left the room, his handler took him to a grassy area and stood there waiting.  Chippy wondered what he was supposed to be doing. Then when another man/dog was led over to the same place and immediately began to relieve himself.  Chippy could feel he had to go; he could see the stains in the grass from the other dogs and some piles off around the area,  and realized he should take advantage of the opportunity and empty his bowels.  He squats looking up at the handler, so embarrassed and humiliated that he has to go so publicly and in such an awkward position.  He pushed it out and peed as well in front and carefully walked off trying to avoid his own feces in the grass as he was lead back into his kennel

Chippy was lead from the pen back to the kennels with the other dogs, its late, dark out, and it will be his first night as a dog.  So much has happened in the short time since he arrived.  The attendant led him to the door of his cage, opened it and ordered, "in."

'So this is going to be my temporary home,' he thinks to himself.  But notices it is more the size of a crate than a pen or cage.  It felt like a safe place, but it certainly wasn't big enough to pee or shit. He moved inside the cage but could just barely turn around. On the floor has a kind blanket material, not really soft but better than having to sleep on bare metal.

When he heard the door locked behind him, he figured that he had better try to rest as best he could, since he had no idea of how long he would be held in this crate sized cage.

He tried moving around in a circle until he could lay down trying to get comfortable, finally the lights go off leaving him in total darkness. Periodically he hears the whimpering of other dogs or puppies like himself.   They were keeping him awake and he would have liked to say something to calm them down, but his vocal chords no longer worked and he could barely whimper himself.

He began to evaluate his situation.  On one side he was worried about losing his potency as a male, but on the other hand, it was rather nice having that Alpha dog all crazy for him and when his penis moved between his butt cheeks, well that sensation was to die for.

As it quieted down Chippy started to think about his new life or his fate here as a dog. The darkness helped him concentrate his thoughts, feelings, and desires, as to what he truly wants.  Then the realization that what he wants doesn't really matter and that he no longer has a choice caused him to feel a  sense of panic. Erick pushed against the door, but it was locked tight. He then took a drink of water to calm himself and the strange liquid tasted good but it was not water, but something very different.

It dawned on him that every drink, every treat seemed to have a strong effect on him.  He began to notice sounds that he never perceived before.  He not only notices strange aromas in the air, he also seems to be able to tell from what direction they are coming. Even vibrations coming from the floor seem to take on new meanings.

He could actually move his nostrils to bring in more of the scents, and hear the slightest noises in the darkness, the darkness seemed to help sharpen these sensations.

He thinks, 'why are I so worried?  I have absolutely no bills to pay, no social responsibility,  and no deadlines. I do not even need to stand on endless lines at the bank, at the post office, or in the cafeteria at work.  Geez,  my biggest worry is when and where can I drop a load.'  He thought just before he drifted off to sleep content with these thoughts going round and round in his head.

He dreamed of being a member of a pack of wild dogs with Rex the alpha dog.  Once again he lowered his head to the ground with his ass up high as a sign that he accepted Rex as the leader of the pack and makes no challenge to his authority.

Erick awoke every once in a while, took several drinks from the special water dispenser although he was still in the dark,   He had no idea if days, hours, weeks or months had passed since he has been in here, but he feels a change within him. His sense of smell and hearing has increased even more, he can almost identify the scents of the various dogs in the nearby kennels.

His dreams continue to be about himself as a dog, not becoming a dog.

As he drifts off to sleep once again Chippy cuddles his blanket and imagines himself cuddled next to Rex and them preening each other with their mouths, searching each others' fur for fleas.  His feels a very strong attraction and fear simultaneously for Rex.  He is a great looking dog, but his growls make Chippy feel anxious.  His strong animal attraction for Rex is due to his size, his eyes, forcefulness, but his growl sends chills down Chippy's spine.

Then he dreamed about the handsome handler and imagines him petting his ears and how good it feels to please his master.  Yes, a Master, someone to please, to be owned by, to take care of him, a human who will take over all responsibility for his pet.

Erick again awoke for awhile and found himself rubbing his hand over the metal of the cage.  Suddenly he realized that he seemed to be losing his sense of touch or that his fingers seemed to be more numb and his hands felt more paw like.

When he drifted off to sleep again he saw a cat, and became furious that the cat was in his old house.  'Hey that is my place.  No cats allowed, the thought  and began running after the cat getting angrier and angrier feeling trapped in a nightmare.  Such were his strange dreams, emotions, with nothing about his human life, only dreams of being a dog, waking and drinking then back off to dreamland.

Suddenly it seemed, the lights came on and a his handler opened his cage, Chippy doesn't know it but its been almost two weeks in this semi comatose state.  The handler leads Chippy out the door and says a bunch of things but Chippy only hears "gotta go out?"

He feels such excitement as he hears these words.  It is so weird not to be able to control his emotions which were triggered by a few words.  He pushes against the door trying to get back to the grassy area where he was taken before he was "crated".  The scents hit his nose and it was like he had won the aroma lottery.  He felt a strong urge sniff every inch of the patch of grass.

Again he felt the need to evacuate himself and wondered how long he had been asleep.  The handler held his leash firmly but let Chippy explore, Chippy goes to the piles smelling each brown spot and sniffing to take in each unique smell.  He tried to  associate each scent with those already registered in his brain, finally he sniffs sniffs sniffs the ground and finds a spot with no scent and circles and squats and pushed out his long awaited load.  Amazingly and incredibly He even recognized the aroma of his own turd.

His nostrils were filled with the scents of other dogs that had passed by.  Its as if he were seeing a scent trail for each one.  His mind was full of so many new and strange stimuli. Then Chippy felt a tug and his handler pulled him away walking back toward the door to the long hall where the kennels are located..

Chippy savored this new enjoyment with a brief remembrance of his first time visit, thinking to himself,  'I love the smell of shit???', but knowing now he does.  He was lead past a human bathroom, on the way, and the smells   that exude from there are intoxicating to him.

He moves to go inside, but his attendant pulls him in the opposite direction, towards a treatment room.

The committee had approved the designs put on him with a magic marker and now they would be made permanent by means of tattoos.  There was a large device in the center of the room like a horse almost with straps to hold the hands, legs firmly in place.

The attendant told him to get up on the apparatus which is metal and certainly not made for comfort, bur rather for total restraint.

"Up boy, Up.   Good boy!"

I climbed up feeling this tube like thing under my belly and my arms fit into the metal cuffs as did my legs. They are loose for the moment and the metal touching my skin felt cold.

The attendant then popped a treat into Chippy's mouth and then began to tighten the restraints on him.

Mmmmmmmm the treats, I love them so much.  I felt the metal cuffs dig into my skin tightening around my legs, my wrists, and my waist. I tried to squirm a bit but it was no use; I was held tightly in place.

Chippy's anxieties began to rise, but the treat was laced with a sedative as well as other dog enhancing chemicals.

My mind started to drift into a haze of pleasure, still aware but drifting into dream like feelings.

I feel the attendant start at my nose, feeling it, putting some antiseptic on it and then begin to blacken it with dark ink shot in through some sort of electric needle.

Only local sedatives were used so that Chippy could enjoy the process of becoming the man/dog to which the committee has decided to transform him. 

Then a veterinarian nurse also connected him to an intravenous with saline solution and antibiotics since they were going to be removing his testicles at the same time.

Animals have no rights and no need to be shielded from the medical procedures that turn them into pets. They must know and remember the process that they underwent so as to truly submit later to their new station in life.

The physical journey for Chippy started that day, the chemical one had been functioning for sometime already.  He pulled and pushed involuntarily against the restraints, but he was fully secured and there was no way that he could prevent the staff from doing their assigned tasks.

When Chippy felt the nurse shaving his pubic hair, his anxiety levels again shot up as he realized that his genitals would never again look as they had in the past.

Into the room comes Greg a tall handsome strong man, he has been assigned as Chippy's trainer for the rest of his time at the center.  Greg will be the one responsible from now on for all the training decisions with regard to Chippy until he is sold to his permanent master.

Erick again has mixed feelings.  He was dreading the loss of his testicles and how this may cause him a loss of sexual pleasure, but he loved the feel of the male nurse manipulating his genitalia.  Actually, in preparation for the castration, the nurse masturbated him in order to empty his balls and prostate gland.

Greg pets Chippy and encourages him to relax and accept his fate.

“Boy, I know your afraid but we know whats best for you, believe me that from now on it will make everything easier,” he said while he continued  to  stroke Chippy's back.  Greg could feel him calm down, and fed him another treat.

"It will all be Okay.  You are going to make a great pet dog for a very proud and happy owner."  Greg continued as spasms took over Chippy's body as he shot his last fertile wad.

“You will live out your true destiny as a dog, you know its what you have always wanted in life, just relax now and accept this next little step.”

Greg noticed how nice and smooth Chippy's coat felt.  He loved feeling his body, the smooth skin over his bones and muscles feels so wonderful, both smooth and soft.

Chippy saw the vet moving with a hypodermic needle towards his scrotum and tensed up.  The pressure of the anesthetic felt like someone was pinching his balls in a vise.  He moaned painfully.

Greg propped up Chippy's head with a metal ring around the neck so that he could see everything being done and experience his gift of his manhood for the good of his owners.  He also continued to stoke him to calm him as much as possible.

The doctor cut open the skin of his scrotum and using a laser scaple cut through each of  the veins and tubes connecting his right testicle to the rest of his body.

I could see him working, as my testicle popped out of my scrotum, the red mass inside connected too me until he snips it free with his scalpel.   I could   feel the pressure all the way up to my abdomen, as he severs the connections one by one.  Finally the vet removed the first testicle.

Little does Chippy suspect that this meat will be ground up and fed back to him at his first post surgical meal.

The doctor then repeats the process on the other testicle and then begins to poke his penis with the hypodermic containing more anesthesia.

My entire genital area went numb.  There was no physical feeling at all, but  I was an emotional wreck feeling with each cut the taking away of my manhood, the anesthetic couldn't block that sense of loss.

The doctor was very careful in trying to avoid any nerve damage, not wanting to reduce the possibility of sexual pleasure which will serve as a great motivational force later in Chippy's dog training.

I wanted to look away but couldn't since my head was held so tightly by the metal collar. Greg kept to calm me, but my anxiety was running so high that  he gave me another treat and for a moment I was in ecstasy again in spite of the removal of my balls.

Strangely as the doctor sticks his needle into Chippy's penis, the pricks were excruciatingly painful, but it caused his cock to become fully erect just like the reading of this chapter has caused the reader have a hard on.

As the doctor continues the reconstructive surgery, the tatoo specialist moved over Chippy's body filling in the the designated areas with black ink to create the spots of a dalmatian.

The experience overwhelmed my senses, so many changes and so much pain, but also knowing I'm\ getting deeper into my new dog life.  Greg was also a great comfort to me as he held me tightly, I felt somewhat reassured.

So many people were touching Chippy at the same time.  The doctor worked on his new genitals,  Greg was massaging him nicely and the tattoo man was using his piercing machine and working efficiently all around his naked body.

Chippy couldn't stop looking between his legs, and now a large slice up his abdomen, opened to serve as a sheath for his penis.

Chippy wondered if he had known all that was entailed when he first read the ad, would he have had enough the guts to answer it.

The doctor worked to make Chippy into a sort of androgynous dog having both a vagina from the remnants of his scrotum and a penis that looks much like a dogs built into his tummy.

It took hours of work to create the perfect genitals for this dog, a breeder but a male, be it impotent, too.

The penis was pulled up hard by the doc and a slit made in the belly serving as a sheath around it.  Then the doc pushes a dildo looking stainless steel device where the balls were to create a cavity to serve as a deep pussy.  This would be held in place until Chippy heals around it.  Finally the last stitches and the doc looked at the crotch of the pet, and smiled.

“That looks good, I think.  What do you think, Greg?”

Greg had prepared a bag of ice to put on Chippy's crotch and penis to keep down the swelling.

Chippy could not speak to thank Greg for the comfort and care he was receiving so he just decided to lick the man's arm and hands.

“A master piece!”  Greg responded to the vet.

To be continued...

Posted: 03/28/08