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

Rex perked up, looking over at Chippy, they both recognize each others' scents right away. Rex began getting so excited and Chippy was getting anxious, seeing the huge dog again and feeling so deeply attracted.  He wondered how long would it be before he would again feel that Alpha dog taking his new dog cherry!

Greg wanted to let Chippy out of the cage but he was barely able to stand, much less walk.  His legs were not yet able to function, he would need to undergo physical therapy to learn to control them, to learn to move like a dog, and no longer as a human.

Chapter 5

After only a few days to heal, Greg came and got Chippy to take him to his physical therapist who would begin the painful work of getting him to move his limbs in a dog like fashion.  Chippy enjoyed being led by Greg and the opportunity this gave him to savor his male aroma and musk.  But waking was very awkward and painful.

Rex watched my body as I moved out of my kennel, slowly, trying to almost stand but finding that I couldn't move my hips that way, my body fell down on all fours, my head even pulled back so I looked forward and saw my new snout between my eyes.

Strong scents of male pheromones came from his kennel as he pushed at the cage trying to get closer.  The scents attracted me but scared me at the same time.  I whimpered hoping that Greg would understand our wants and feelings of urgency to be together.  We are dogs and have a pack instinct not to mention our sexual cravings for satisfaction.

As Rex sniffed the air, his nostrils were flaring from drinking in my own scents; his body lurched from the smells that filled his nostrils. My body was giving off strong scents of a true breeder for the stronger alpha dogs. Greg looked at Rex and then at me,  “Maybe this would serve as a stimulant to loosen you up Chippy?”  he smiled, “What do you think?” he said knowing that I couldn't answer, even by gesture anymore, it was therefore all up to Greg and his good will.

Greg was an animal lover and sensing our needs, he had opened Rex's cage and before I fully understood what was happening, Rex was on me like an animal!  I was anticipating Rex's dominant behavior and I was in a quiver as he circled me.

Rex was more muscular, his teeth sharper than mine  and he had eyes like steel. He flung himself in my direction, I felt his nostrils breathing hot breath over me, sniffing at my ass, as I turned and sniffed him as if by instinct.

Rex smelled deep into my ass, my pussy then he climbed up with his large paws on my back.  My legs were all spastic as I tried to remain in the traditional doggie position, but the pain was raking my body.  I was determined however, not to complain or whine in anyway that might threaten this moment.

Lowering his heavier body on mine, my legs almost collapsed but I held up as he pushed up his huge cock head out of his large black sheath.

I could only wonder how I was able to go so long without feeling his mastiff inside me.  The sensation was so incredible.  There was a hint of pain, but the pleasure was so intense as his penis worked its way inch by inch into my being.

He moved deeper into me as he growled at the back of my neck.  His cock went deep into me like nothing I had ever felt.  I was ecstatic giving myself to the alpha dog.  I tried to squeeze my internal muscles hoping that this would serve to give him a nice tight fuck hole and therefore drive him even more wild than his growls indicated.  I felt like a mere poodle being skewered by a Great Dane or huge Saint Barnard.  He felt so heavy as his strong body pressed down on mine.

He reacted by pushing deeper, his cock swelling and then the knot pushed in giving me intense pain as it passed my new hole locking him to me. This was followed by short deep thrusts of his massive hips as he got the pleasure he needed and wanted, by taking me.

We were joined together by the length and breath of his phallic.  I felt his strength and it seemed to flow into my body as he drained me of my fears.

Then he pushed deeper into me, and his teeth pressed into the flesh of my neck, not deep enough to cause bleeding but enough for me to know he claimed me as his own.  Rex was letting me know that I belonged to him and him alone a least for the time being.

I felt so self conscious of Greg's eyes and wondered with which of us he was identifying himself.  Would Greg too like a piece of me, or was he jealous of the fact that I was able to give myself so fully and freely to the champion that was dipping his ladle into by brew.

But Greg didn't care either way. In his mind I was nothing more than a pet  that needed to be trained. He loved me as a pet but couldn't go further than that, he would care for me, but not use me for his pleasure.  'Or would he?' I wondered.

Rex bellowed out as he pumped a stream of cum deep into my warm body, thrusting and pushing me so hard that my fore legs gave way.

His dog dick began ramming harder and harder into my prostate.  Oh, thank gawd, that they didn't remove that wonderful nut shaped organ that was giving me such intense pangs of throbbing pleasure.  My pleasure was now deep inside me, his cock rubbing the prostate, 'don't stop, please don't stop.'

I too became like the fire house dog that I was destined to be and my own fire hose began to spray my infertile dog cum onto the floor below me.  I was somewhat shocked when Rex moved around me and lapped it up with such gusto.  But then, what else can you expect from a dog/man?

Greg lead me out to the grassy area as usual, after Rex had his way with me. I could smell and also see that there were a few other dogs with their trainers. The smells again hit my nose and I sniffed around for a good spot to go; this time I learned to squat and lift my leg like a true dog. The experience was incredible.  I was no longer able to stand, just squat, then Greg led me to the exercise area with the other dogs.

Greg grabbed my legs, and pulled them working the stiffness out. While he massaged me, I showed my pleasure at his touch by my cock pushing out of the sheath again. Greg trotted me around the area watching as my legs worked through their paces, it hurt a lot but I had this new desire to please Greg, anyway that I could, and Greg seemed to sense it.

I stumbled a couple of time causing pains that ran through my body which were terrible and I wondered if I would ever be able to walk and run without it hurting so much.

Greg pushed me hard wanting me to get it, and as the long days of hard workouts went by I did get better and better till finally I could run on all fours without trouble. He also took me through the paces of  learning to heal, sit, stay, and show positions too.  It was so strange to only have to work on pleasing him, never thinking about myself or my needs.  My old human world was slowly drifting out of my memory day by day.

He continually rewarded my efforts with those delicious treats that somehow reduced my pain, but most of all by allowing me and Rex to be together.  A couple of times, I noticed that Greg was masturbating himself as Rex and I went at it.  If I didn't tell that seeing him so excited watching us didn't excite me all the more, I would be lying.  But I can't tell you anything nor lie to you, after all, I'm only a dog!

One night after exercises and training Greg was leading me back to my kennel when he took a detour and led me into the "human area" where there were cabins for the trainers.  He lead me into his cabin.  I could tell it was his cabin by the smells, his scent was every where. My nostrils moved and took in the myriad of male human scents; it was fantastic!

Greg knelt down at my face level and looked me in the eyes, “Chippy you know you will be sold to a master at some point, and your job will be to please him in every way,” he said while petting my head.

He knew I could understand most of what he said, but my mind was becoming less smart as the weeks passed by. They never wanted us to totally loose our human memory or smarts because thats what differentiated us from real dogs

Greg continued petting me and slowly my anxiety about being in a strange environment began to wane.  He went on as I looked at him with that look a dog gives to his master, a innocent but willing look.  “The master will use you, as well as his other dogs, that's your purpose now; this is why we have fixed you as we did.  Rex will never be used in this way since he is an alpha dog.”  Greg tried to explain himself.

Then Greg went into the bedroom pulling me along by my leash  and he let me get up on his bed as he got undressed and climbed into bed as well. He had me curl up next to him as he stroked and enjoyed me being close to him. The smell of his bed, and his body was so intense that I couldn't resist anything at this point. Greg knew it as he fingered my pussy which was constructed from my scrotum. From now on,  I was to only give myself for my master's and his dog's pleasure, never for my own.

'Did he say for my master's pleasure?'  Of course, as a pet, I would be a pleasure for my master, but was he referring to something else, I wondered?

Later Greg moved into a straddle position and his cock was real hard, he motioned with his hand and said, "come on Chippy" as he pointed at his crotch. I moved over on all fours and put my muzzle up to his cock, the smell of him filled my nostrils again and he could see that his male scents were making me want him. He pulled my head to his crotch and I licked, tasting his large male cock, licking all around his balls, his cock, his belly and everywhere. I felt that I couldn't get enough of his human taste.

Thinking back to the day that  I sent the email, I had never thought that I would be able to give a man so much pleasure, my every waking moment, only there for him, my owner.

Then Greg moved me onto all fours and climbed up onto my back, he pressed his huge manhood between my legs and inside me. He never asked, never cared how I felt, he just got his pleasure deep inside me cuming into my warm soft insides then he collapsed on the bed. I curled up next to him while he scratched behind my ears.

“Good boy chippy,”  he said softly as he drifted off to sleep.

Greg, my trainer, had felt pleasure by using me and this made me feel very satisfied and I too soon joined him in dreamland.

In the morning Greg put some food in my bowl in the kitchen area and I ate every last bite and drank the water from the bowl next to it.  He then clipped on my leash and led me out for my morning dump and pee. I walked proudly on the leash and did my business sniffing around as usual.

He then led me into a show room and began running me through my paces.

I was exercised all day again, the pain was getting less as I got used to my new body. Afterwards Greg just led me back to my kennel and locked me in. He left me without a word, treating me like a dog, like his property. I slept well that night dreaming of life as a dog, being owned, used, by Rex, by Greg, by a new master.

I could not remember when I was only a human of having so many days in a series where I felt nothing by contentment.  Every day had become  simple with no worry of what I had to do. I was told what to do, led around, with no decisions to make. I have only one goal and that to please my Master, I was truly becoming free.

The exercises were tough, it is true, but Greg was careful to massage my muscles and I knew that he cared for me even though I was no longer his equal, only a man/dog, an animal that could be bought and sold.

As the days drifted by, I was introduced to more of the alpha dogs at the kennel.  At first I was disappointed that it wasn't Rex or Greg that was fucking me, but after the first time, it got easer and easier to serve my master's will.

Greg came to my kennel one morning holding a new collar.  It was thicker then my old one.  It had a silver name tag on it.  He opened the gate and took off my old collar, and strangely I felt so naked without it.  Then he took the new one and strapped it around my neck and pulled it tight.  With a leash attached it could be pulled tight and would dig into my neck so I would know to move with the handler.  The tag had my name on it,  "Chippy," and my purpose: "breeder pup."  It felt so good, a collar, the collar of freedom.  I would never again have to make a choice or a decision and this collar was the symbol of that new status in life.

I could sense that I was improving.  I could see in Greg's face that he was proud of me, or of himself for training me so well.

Little did I know that soon I would soon be in the "show."  The one I saw online so many months before, I had no idea how long I had been here, healing, training and working. Time was no longer relevant to me, now a real man/dog bitch.

Okay, I have to admit it, as I was approaching the end of my training I was beginning to feel anxious about who might buy me.  I certainly did not want to belong to some dog hater or sadistic master. Oh if only Greg would buy me!

Only Greg knew that would never happen. He had five dogs he was training and he knew they would all be sold and he would get a percentage of the profit. I was to be sold and it didn't matter to whom.

"Chippy, we are nearing the day when you will be put on display and some man/dog owner will be bidding on you.  We cannot control who will bid the highest.  No matter who outbids the rest, he will be your new master.  We can only hope that he isn't some mad scientist looking to take you to some illegal laboratory.”

'Laboratory?  No one ever mentioned that possibility before!  Shit what if I should wind up as some poor guinea pig like animal, used to test drugs or for other experiments like a Pavlov dog?'

I looked up into Greg's eyes, knowing what he is saying, but trained so well by him that I just act loyal, knowing that I have to do what I am told. There is not other option.  I have been freed from the anxiety caused by having to choose.  I am now a man/dog, no longer a man burdened by the responsibility of having to think through each decision until I find the better option and later expected to justify my choices.  No none of that now.  My joy now is just to obey, to do as commanded and thus please my master.

Another dog in a kennel, about three cages down from mine, who hasn't taken well to training was led out, pulling and snarling.  This one will never make it,”  his trainer says, “he didn't give in to his training.”

I could only imagine what was going to happen to that one.  Perhaps he would go back to being a man, or perhaps they would have to put him down.  I had no idea, no one discussed it with me.  Perhaps they didn't want to worry me about the day that I myself would have to be put down.  I for one am not going to think about that today.  Today, I will be led out into the show room and if I am lucky, someone will bid on me and take me to my new home.

'Will you bid on me?  Will you like to be my owner?'  I thought trying to look at you with my saddest possible puppy eyes.  You seem to have liked reading about my story, maybe you would be willing to take me into your family?  Just imagine what it would be like walking me down your street.  All your neighbors will surely come out of their houses to get a closer look.  Some will feel jealous of you for being the first on your bock to actually have a man/dog.  Or perhaps your thrill will be the first time I jump up on your bed and get between you and your wife or lover.  Won't that be something?  Come on, don't hold back.  You will see that I am well worth the investment.  After all, a man/dog is a man's best friend!

The End

[Author's Note: My man/dog, Dog Treat, has either run away or was stolen, if you happen to see him, please get in touch with me. I miss him greatly. He looks very much like a dalmatian, you know, one of those dogs you often see at the fire house or up on top of the hook and ladder.]

Posted: 05/16/08