The Unwilling Petboy

He tried to see how the other pets were doing. Some were much slower than he, still unsure on their new four legs, while others raced just as fast as he did. Forgetting all about his caged slave cock, Arthur ran hard to try and be the fastest of them all, his tail wagging as he went. The smell of the slavegirl's arousal only got stronger as she made him go faster and further. Every time he returned to her, she told him what a good boy he was, and a little more of his puppy self emerged.

"That's a good puppy," said the slavegirl, taking back the stick, "now sit, and stay. Sit! Now! Good puppy. It's this lovely petgirl's turn to play, so you be a good boy and sit here with me and you can get a good look at the bitch as she runs."

There was no malice when she used the word 'bitch', it was just a description of a female human pet, much the same way she called Arthur puppy or boy. Arthur soon forgot this as the petgirl dashed after the stick. His eyes followed her wet pussy and her jiggling little breasts, then their gazes met and they yipped happily at each other. Arthur was glad to be helping her adjust, for it was obvious with his new senses that they were reacting to each other. Perhaps, he thought, that was why his handler had paired them up, but he was ignorant of the psychology of pet training, and there were more pressing matters on his mind.

He really did want to fuck that petgirl. He was doing his best to sit still, because he had been ordered to and because he feared punishment. And yet, his body was hungry for more than just food, and he couldn't keep it from showing. He began to paw at the ground, then tried rubbing his cock cage against the ground as the sexual energy overwhelmed his sense of self-control. He wasn't the only one, and the handlers didn't seem at all bothered by it. This must just be normal human pet behaviour.

The pigtailed petgirl panted her way through enough fetching to make her glisten with sweat, and when the handler bade her sit and stay, Arthur wanted to lick the petgirl clean. He shook with the force of his desire for her, and barked it at her, letting everyone around them know how much he wanted her. The handler, holding his leash, looked down at him and nodded.

"You two are such good puppies. Why did you ever resist this? Look at you now, barely a trace of human behaviours left in you after just a day as a puppy. I'll make a note in your files: probably lifers. Come, let's go over here and I can tell you what to do next."

The slavegirl took their leashes and led the two human puppies to a copse of trees at the edge of the field, where she sat down with her back to an old oak and spread her legs. She pulled up her wrist computer and sent a command to Arthur's cock cage, which retracted and let his erection finally grow free, to Arthur's incredible relief and the petgirl's excitement.

"Petgirl, present your rump to petboy. Petboy, bring her off with your new tongue, then mount her and fuck her tight little pussy. Remember – good boys make bitches cum first. Begin!"

Arthur padded up to the petgirl and planted his face in her rear. He let his tongue unfurl and slowly pulled it back through the petgirl's pussy, while she shivered and yipped with pleasure. He'd rarely made a woman cum without the help of his hands before, but his new senses told him when he was doing something she liked. The sheer taste and smell of her nearly made him faint, until he stopped trying to control it and just surrendered.

Now in a world on fire with sex and heat, he licked her with fast, forceful strokes, and she thrust her rump back into him so he was pressed into her ever closer. He could taste what they'd had for breakfast, taste where she'd been, taste the exertion of the game of fetch, and he had to taste her free-flowing juices, which were salty and good.

Arthur forgot about everything else going on around them, though he could sense the slavegirl masturbating as she watched the two new human pets. Arthur stretched his new tongue to its full length, running it all across the petgirl's clit, slit and vagina, then her arse, then back again for another stroke. He didn't need words to know how much she loved every second of it.

Juices rushed out of the petgirl and she sprayed her pleasure all over Arthur's face as she came hard and wild. She howled as she orgasmed, and Arthur kept her howling with the ceaseless caresses of his tongue, until finally the petgirl moved forward to break contact, then waggled her bottom at him – come on.

Arthur tried to use his front paws to guide himself inside the petgirl, but his watching handler sounded her disapproval, so instead he lined himself up as best he could then humped until he slipped inside. He knew then that they must have done something to his cock. Never had he known pleasure like this. He was harder than he'd ever been in his life, and every thrust set fireworks off in his mind.

Arthur's cock had been enhanced with four times the nerve endings it had had before, because puppies were supposed to fuck in short, incredibly intense bursts. As he fucked, he barked and howled with pleasure as waves and waves of new feeling swept over him. The petgirl was clearly enjoying it too, and Arthur supposed her own organs must have been enhanced. He had to slow down to get control, but he so desperately wanted to cum. What was a puppy to do?

Arthur's body told him how to go at it – as fast as he could. With his body draped over the petgirl's, he humped her in a great frenzy, driving them both into new realms of ecstasy and making them both smell of nothing but passion. The sex was blowing away the very last of Arthur's resistance, and as he came in the petgirl, he felt a great weight lift from his shoulders, a weight that he had carried all his life. He kept thrusting to make the most of the pleasure, not knowing when the next time would be, but mainly just because his body told him to. His body seemed to know everything now.

"Good boy. Good girl," said their handler, who had cum quickly while watching the pets.

She took them back to play more fetch, then taught them some tricks with a ball, then had them run in long circles to build up their endurance. The days passed in much the same fashion, with many different handlers and pairings. Arthur's animal mind grew stronger with every passing day, and his animal body started to feel like it was just, well, his body. Not something new or strange, but just his own skin.

After just two weeks, Arthur was ready to be sold. He was placed on auction with ten of the new pets, including the pigtailed petgirl from the next cell. All the pets had been extensively filmed during their training, and hundreds of dominant women had watched Arthur fetch, sit, roll, play dead, and even fuck, before deciding whether to bid on him. His petgirl friend was won by a woman who smelled of the big city, who registered her new pet's name as Princess Pink, and led her off to fuck her outside with a strapon.

Bidding on Arthur began.

"10,000," said a middle-aged blonde woman attending with her slave-wife.

"15,000," bid four girls from the local university, looking for a pet to share.

"18,000," came the next bid.

"20,000," after that.

Arthur knew that was about what two years of slavery was worth, and he wondered if anyone would beat the blonde.

"But mummy, I do so want him! Oh, let's bid higher!" came a voice from one of the youngest bidders – Arthur knew she had to be an adult to even get entrance to the auction, but she looked and smelled very young to him.

"He's only a two year slave, though," her mother replied.

"Going once," said the auctioneer.

"He's a probable lifer and anyway, two years is fine. Please, we need to bid now!"

"25,000," said the mother, to Arthur's surprise.

"30,000," was the reply from the blonde.

Now Arthur knew he must really have been assessed as someone who'd never go back to free life. Could that be true? Would he walk on all-fours for the rest of his days?

"35,000," said the mother.

"Do I hear any advance on 35,000?" said the auctioneer, "Going once, going twice, sold! Please come and collect your puppy."

"Yes!" yelled the girl whose mother had bought Arthur.

The girl rushed across to where the leashed puppy was held by a handler, and squealed with delight as the leash was handed over. She ran her hands all over Arthur's body, making his cock squirm in its cage as her cool touch brought goosebumps to his skin. He gazed up at her into pretty blue eyes framed by curly blonde locks, then he looked down at her shiny black flats and kissed them once each.

"Well, Jenny my darling, I've paid so he's yours now. Do make sure to take good care of him – it's the surest way to make sure he really is yours forever, and goddess knows I paid enough for him. And have you got it with you like we discussed?"

Jenny took a big strapon out of her bag and Arthur's eyes went wide at the sight of it. Did she mean to use that on him? She could – he was a no limits slave. He was obliged to service any sexual request she ever made of him. Looking at her and smelling her, he found the thought to his liking.

"I am your owner and your alpha, puppy," said Jenny, "and when we get outside, I mean to show you that in a way you can understand. All new puppies need to feel their owners opening them up. Heel, boy."

"Have you thought about what you're going to call him?" asked Jenny's mother as Arthur jogged along beside them, and so very far beneath them.

"Oh, I knew the moment I saw him. Come, Truffles, we need to get your new name registered and tattooed on your backside for everyone to see."

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Chapter 2

The petboy was still struggling a little to accept that his name had been legally changed to Truffles, but it was clearly marked in his flesh and his owner had even had it engraved on a disc that hung from his collar. She called him by it, and he answered, introduced him to others by it, and they called him it too, she even had bought him food and water bowls with it printed on.

Truffles – Arthur – but no, really he was going to have to accept Truffles – sat in the large cage in which his owner kept him at night. Warm sunlight streamed through the windows of the small top-floor apartment in which Jenny lived, bathing her naked body in its glow as she came to from a deep sleep. Her petboy had been awake a full hour already, passing the time by watching the girl's slim frame as she slept, and salivating at the thought of worshipping those delicate feet and that divine pussy.

Jenny stretched and yawned, then slipped out of bed. Truffles' eyes tracked her as she put on the slippers and oversized t-shirt that was typically all she wore in the apartment. He woofed happily at her when she let him out of the cage, and ran around the apartment a few times to stretch his legs while she giggled at the sight of him. Truffles could picture himself, cock bobbing and tail wagging, but it felt so good to be free, and to be with this girl, that it no longer felt so strange, at least in the privacy of the apartment.

"Good boy, Truffles, shake off that night in the cage. I know you don't like it in there, but you need me to show you your place, and that means following my orders without question. I can show you your health data on the big screen again, but we both know what it'll say: you're happier now than you've ever been. Which do you want first: breakfast ... no ... or?"

Truffles woofed when his owner said "or", making the only choice his mind was fit to make after an hour of staring at Jenny's divine body. His owner sat down at her table and started to peel an orange, and Truffles shot underneath and had his face in her lap before she'd even revealed a single segment. He pushed the t-shirt up off her creamy thighs with his puppy nose and started to lap eagerly at Jenny's clit. She started to smell and taste happy almost straight away, and Truffles used the long, long strokes of his long, long tongue that he knew she liked best.

"Good boy!" gasped Jenny.

Truffles flushed with pride. He really was a good boy for her, whenever he could be. His own cock ached for release in its cage, but his focus was always on her, on pleasing her, performing for her, being happy by making her happy. Being allowed to lick his goddess like this, so often and with such intensity, was both a way of being good for her and a reward in itself. He licked and licked, panting with the effort, while Jenny panted with the pleasure he gave her.

There would be no interruptions to their morning ritual, because Jenny and Truffles lived alone together, a self-contained unit that seemed to Truffles to suit Jenny well. She gave her pet a few segments of the orange as he worshipped at her sex, letting him stop licking just long enough to wolf them down. It was her he really wanted to taste, though every time she fed him he felt closer to her.

Jenny wriggled and flexed as her pet gave her the love and the stimulation she craved, and he could feel the calmness come over her as he brought her closer and closer. Her breathing slowed and deepened and with one final, long breath, she came all over his puppy tongue, coating her blonde mound in her juices, which Truffles licked up gratefully, for he loved the taste of this girl who had taken absolute control of him.

"Good puppy. Good boy, oh good boy," she said as she came, "that's, oh, that's, unf, that's only three more orgasms for me until you can have one. I think I'll fuck it out of you with the strapon this week – I know you like that, puppy. Come now, let's get you some proper breakfast."

Truffles wolfed the food down – meats, fruits and biscuits, a combination Jenny had found that made Truffles salivate. She washed herself in the apartment's little bathroom, soaping and hosing down Truffles when she was done, then drying them both with the same big towel. They shared everything except the furniture, which Truffles was not allowed up on, lest he get the wrong idea about his status.

He had come to realise that Jenny had no problem undressing in front of him because, well, it would be absurd for her to be embarrassed about being naked in front of an animal. On days when her mother took care of him the older woman was similarly disinhibited, letting Truffles watch her get changed without batting an eyelid. She liked her pussy licked just the way her daughter did too, and the knowledge made Truffles feel strange. He could never share it. It was just one of many things he saw differently from down on all-fours.

Jenny's outfit for the day was a simple pair of linen shorts, white socks, some boots and a white blouse knotted above the belly button. He woofed his approval at the ensemble, which showed her lean body off to its very best, and she blew him a kiss in acknowledgement, then clipped the long chain leash to his collar and grabbed her bag, locking the apartment behind her.

Truffles was acutely aware of the leash as his owner took the lift down to the ground floor. Jenny had shown him the touch controls embedded in the loop she held him by, which could cause has nanites to light up his body in pain, or could even activate the shock ring around his balls, which his owner controlled completely. A pull on the leash jerked him out of his reverie of fear, and then they were off out of the building and into the busy city street.

Truffles was getting used to his dog's eye view of the world, but the mad rush of traffic and bodies still frightened him. He was totally dependent on Jenny to lead the way, to react to dangers, to make every decision for both of them. His helplessness and her casual power were a constant source of confusion to his developing puppy mind – finally being in the care of a dominant woman was like a dream come true, but he was still rankled by being forcibly enslaved.

Jenny stepped lightly through the throng, and Truffles wished he could see her face. She smelled content, though, which was enough for him to be content too. Truffles wondered where they were going. His owner worked a few random days a week from her apartment, coding and writing as part of some project she'd never cared to explain to her puppy. He was impressed that one so young could make her own way, but then his owner was a special girl.

The rest of her time, she seemed to spend either at dance lessons or with Truffles. She had enrolled him in a class to teach him how to perform like a show dog, darting between poles or running through a long tunnel while she kept pace with him and shouted commands. But the class was in a different direction, and they'd already passed the turn off for her dance lessons. Truffles caught the scent of grass and flowers on the air, rising steadily as they made their way through the city, and the excitement tingled through him.

He was delighted to find they were right – she was finally willing to take him to the pet park. Truffles felt a little self-conscious about his public nudity still, not that anyone else seemed to notice, for he was just another slave amongst millions. He had been hoping to meet more of his kind, to play freely with them and get to know them. The need in him was growing – he was ready to feel like he belonged as a petboy, ready to give up his humanity for now, but somehow, he needed other pets around him to do it.

The busy, generously large pet park was ringed with ornate but sturdy fences, with an entrance at the north and south ends. Jenny used a device on Truffles' collar when they passed through the gate and a pulse ran through the petboy. He woofed his happiness when she unclipped his collar, and looked up at his owner to see if she would let him run wild.

"Heel, boy. No leash laws in the park, but that doesn't mean I'm letting you go just yet. We're going to meet up with a friend of mine first – some new friends for you too – then you can play. Don't go near the gate without me. Within five metres, your collar will disable you and I'll have to come collect you, which would make your owner very, very cross, puppy."

Woof! came Truffles' acknowledgement. When his owner was cross, his puppy thighs would be caned until he cried and Jenny would add three more orgasms for her before he could get one. The ten-to-one ratio she had him on was bad enough. He cringed at her, showing her what she was – his alpha – and bringing a smile to her lips. Jenny took them to a bench in the shade of a grand old tree, where they met her female friend and her three human pets – one male and two female.

"Hi Dina!" said Jenny to the tall brunette.

"Hi Jenny! Oh! He's so cute! Can I pet him?"

"Sure! He won't bite."

"Why would a good boy like this ever do something like that? Oh what a good puppy you've got yourself. Just look at these spots – they're simply darling on him, aren't they? And a lovely little puppy cock too – I hope your mistress isn't spoiling you with too many messy little puppy cums from it. Pooch – my male over there – gets one a week, two if he's been extra good."

Truffles let Dina run her hands all over him while Jenny petted Dina's puppies. Dina looked to be a few years older than Jenny and she must have known a thing or two about human pets, because she felt out every muscle and tendon that the training facility had altered in Truffles' - Arthur's at the time – body. She grinned and made little noises of appreciation as she felt Truffles up, lingering on his cock and balls until they tried to get hard in the cage. She burst out laughing as Truffles tried to hump her hand – he really was desperate for release.

"There, there, petboy. Maybe one day Jenny will let me at that cute little cock of yours. But not today. Jenny – he's even more adorable than in the pictures you posted, though I did especially enjoy that video you shared of him licking up his own cum. Shall we let them play?"