The Unwilling Petboy

"Let's! Puppies, play nicely together, and return when we call you. Off you go! Oh! I nearly forgot. Truffles, this is Pooch, this is Queenie and this is Sunflower. Go play."

Pooch was a stocky petboy with dark colouring and a friendly, open face. Queenie was a skinny brunette with ice-white skin and a haughty air, who looked down her nose at Truffles, and Sunflower was a curvy middle-aged petgirl who must be much older than her owner Dina. Her bright expression and pigtailed red hair reminded Truffles of the petgirl he had trained next to in the conversion facility, and he warmed to her immediately.

Queenie and Pooch darted off together, leaving Sunflower sniffing around Truffles. He let her approach his rear, and yipped in surprise when Sunflower took his caged cock in her mouth and gave it a suck. She seemed disappointed to find the cage stayed put, but she carried on smelling him until she had his scent down. With her head, she beckoned him to do the same.

Truffles sniffed Sunflower back, while the petgirl shivered with pleasure. She must really like the attention of other pets, Truffles thought. Or male pets especially, he realised when he got to her pussy, which was already dripping wet with anticipation. He gave in to his instincts and licked her, filling his new senses with the taste of her and forming a permanent bond between them. He started to lick more but Sunflower pushed away from him and shook her head – she wasn't allowed to orgasm just then. With that, she darted away towards a copse of trees, clearly meaning for Truffles to chase after her.

He did. His boundless energy carried him off, and he soon caught up with Sunflower, then kept pace alongside her until they reached the trees. Truffles let Sunflower set the game – hide and seek, which was harder than it should have been. There were so many pet smells in the park that Sunflower could shoot off just a little way into the trees or bushes and Truffles would have to really work on his senses to pick her out.

Truffles burst through the bushes in search of his new friend. This part of the park was a maze of paths, bushes, trees and flowerbeds, all growing rampant and each with its own unique scent. Truffles happened on all kinds of petboys and petgirls as he tramped through the undergrowth, and their scents kept blocking Sunflower's trail. Many of them were happily chasing each other, or being walked by their female owners. Not a few had taken to the bushes to fuck – this corner of the park was a melee of petgirls, petboys and owners all taking their pleasure from each other.

Sunflower's scent got stronger and stronger, and Truffles thought he could hear her distinctive yap. He rounded a corner to find her cornered by two large petmales, each trying to get to Sunflower's dripping pussy to lick and sniff at it. Sunflower was having a hard time keeping them both away, and Truffles felt his blood rise at the sight. He set his teeth together and growled, a low rumble that made the petmales turn to face him. Truffles barked at them but they only smirked, then moved to flank him.

Sunflower bolted away, leaving Truffles facing the two petmales alone. He had never really considered the possibility that males in their society could be aggressive to a female and get away with it, and yet, here he was. The petmale on the left pushed against Truffles' flank, trying to get a reaction, and the one on the right used the distraction to nip in and bite Truffles on the shoulder. Truffles snapped back but whatever he did, the other petmale just used it as a chance to strike.

How could two such poorly trained males have been let loose in the park, he wondered. He swiped at one with a paw, but the changes that had been made to his arms meant the blow barely connected. The petmale he'd aimed at just sniggered and bit back, not breaking the skin but causing Truffles real pain. Truffles felt the other petmale come up close behind him, so he kicked backwards with as much force as he could, which resulted in a satisfying yelp of pain from the other male, who scrambled away.

Truffles turned to face his remaining adversary and looked him right in the eyes. Behind the aggression was something else, a sense of confusion and desperation that Truffles had seen in the conversion facility among those new human pets who struggled to make the transition. Confusion was one thing though – Truffles wouldn't accept them hurting his new friend. He drew in a deep breath and barked right in the petmale's face, which only drew more barks back.

"Milo! Bad dog! Bad dog!" came a cry from one of the paths winding through the copse.

A fearsome woman appeared with the other petmale held firmly on a leash. She pointed to her feet and all aggression melted out of the petmale's body as he rushed back to his owner and cringed at her feet. He howled as she activated the pain ring around his balls, which sent his body crashing to the floor as the pain robbed him of his self-control. Truffles looked on in awe as the petmale writhed in agony. He could even smell the other pet's pain as it changed his sweat in some subtle way.

"What have you been doing?" demanded the buxom owner of her petslave, "There'll be no supper for you and this month's orgasm is cancelled. Again. Bad dog!"

From the other path, Dina appeared with Jenny. Between them they held Sunflower, Pooch and Queenie on leashes. Dina pulled up her wrist computer and showed Jenny and the buxom woman how to access the park's surveillance systems. From the floor, Truffles could only catch glimpses of the holographic projection, but it seemed like the whole park was covered with cameras and microphones – which Truffles knew must mean a public stream was available too.

While the three pet owners established whose property had been at fault, Truffles crawled over to Sunflower and nuzzled her side. He shouldn't have been surprised that the park had surveillance, but the realisation that it was streaming sound and images publicly really brought his status home to him. He really was a slave now. Always on show, always naked and collared as only a pet could be. There would be a permanent record of his time as petmale, part of the public archives.

Anyone would be able to see him barking, whining, fetching, obeying, his tail wagging. Anyone would be able to see how much he'd taken to this life in just two short months. Anyone would see his little caged cock bobbing around underneath his tail, would see the tattoos on his backside that proclaimed he was a slave and that his name, his legal name, was Truffles.

And yet, he knelt there on Jenny's leash – she had clipped one to him when he had moved near to her, a natural reaction to him being close by. And he felt happy. The women talked on above him, but here he sat, naked on all-fours in his altered petboy body, and he felt loved and cared for. It was better than he had felt in the last few years of his life. Jenny was a carefree goddess, and he her loyal charge. He nuzzled her leg without thinking and the warmth of it delighted him.

"Well it's clearly my boys who were at fault," said the buxom woman, "so I promise they'll be punished most harshly. I'm at my wit's end with these two – I've whipped and caned them, denied them food and orgasms, done the cold shower thing outside. Nothing seems to work."

"They're your first petmales, aren't they?" asked Dina.

"Yes, I've only had human slaves before."

"And I can see from their tattoos they're non-consensuals, like Truffles here."

"Yes, except they act nothing like this lovely little puppy."

Truffles blushed.

"Pets do need discipline. But they're still people underneath it. They need care and affection too. They need to know their place, with an absolute and complete certainty. Your boys are acting out because they're frustrated. You can try and cure that with punishment, but really you need to bond with them."

"How?"

"My advice? Take them home and get naked. Let them out of their cock cages. Put your biggest strapon on and fuck them until they cum with you inside them. Be firm but sensual. When they've cum, fuck them again. And again. You're their alpha and they need to take whatever you give them, but you need to give them what they need.

"It's what I did with all of my three, and they all worked out fine. Twice a month is strapon day in my house – I fuck them three or four times each in a day and they cum every time. When I enter them I let them know who's boss, and they have to woof to acknowledge me. Then we both get the pleasure we need. Beyond that, just make sure your petmales can cum at least three other times a month, so they know you control their puppy cocks and balls but so they don't get too antsy. What do you think?"

"Hmmmmmm. I guess they are due a good fucking, and they do howl so deliciously when they cum. All right, I'll do it. But – Milo and Slate – this is not a reward. It's to help you be better petmales. Your arses are going to be so sore by the end of this day. Come, pets! And thank you for the advice – oh, and sorry again – I hope your puppy isn't too stressed out."

Dina breathed a sigh of relief and linked arms with Jenny, then led the group off to a little clearing where she and Jenny lay down in the cool grass. They still had all of their human pets held firmly on their leashes, and Dina gave Jenny a few more tips about how best to break and train Truffles. Her words made it clear that it was only a matter of time before she thought Jenny could completely enslave the petmale – Dina knew pets and in her opinion, this one was never going back to human.

Truffles sat and thought about her words, thought about how she spoke of him as if he didn't even understand what she was saying, as if him hearing about his own enslavement didn't even matter. Could he resist against centuries of petmale psychology, against the way Jenny holding his leash or making him beg made his world click together? Should he? Had the court been right to enslave him after all?

Jenny tugged on his leash and brought him back from the mire of thoughts he had waded into. "You were such a brave little puppy standing up for your friend," she said, " that I think you deserve a little reward."

"I think so too," said Dina, "and I know just the petgirl to give it to him. What do you think, Jenny?"

"I love it. Cock cage: retract. Truffles, make Sunflower a happy bitch."

The cage that held down Truffles' cute little puppy cock receded into his body and his penis sprang up long and hard. He saw Sunflower look at it and salivate, but then she turned away from him – his heart skipped a beat – and presented her rump to him – his heart started to race. He was ready to mount her right there and then, but his training kicked in first. Good boys saw to girls first.

Truffles bent down and crawled right up to Sunflower's hairless slave pussy, then he flicked his tongue into it and felt the shiver run through her body. Sunflower started to pant and moan as Truffles used the whole length of his tongue to worship her. She really was a gorgeous petgirl, even if she was two or three times his age, and he hoped this wouldn't be the only time he'd ever get to taste her. Somehow he doubted it.

A quick glance to Jenny and Dina let Truffles know they were enjoying the spectacle. He dived back into Sunflower and pressed his face to her until he could just about suck on her clit. Truffles was delighted with every little woof and whine that passed from the petgirl's lips, and he could taste and smell her building excitement with every passing second. All self-consciousness had left him, as it did every time he worshipped a woman.

Sunflower's tail wagged back and forth, ever faster, as Truffles dug in and brought her closer and closer with his lengthened puppy tongue. He wondered if he could keep it if he ever went back to being human. It was certainly working for Sunflower, who shuddered, trembled, then went completely still. Her orgasm gushed out into Truffles' face and he swallowed as much of it as he could get. He lapped at her smooth pussy until she had milked every last drop of the orgasm she could get, then he withdrew a little and looked at his owner.

Jenny nodded, and Sunflower waggled her glistening pussy at him invitingly. Truffles took two quick steps and then got up onto her back. Jenny and Dina giggled as he thrust at her, trying to line it up just right to get inside. He barely even registered their amusement, and then, suddenly, we was in. Truffles barked out his happiness with every thrust, and Sunflower did the same. Now he understood the odd barking he'd been hearing elsewhere in the park. This was how pets fucked.

Truffles' puppy cock had four times the nerve endings it had had when he'd been a basic human, and the same was true of Sunflower's vagina. The petboy's hips and rear legs worked hard, pounding himself into Sunflower with animal passion. Truffles had no real control over what his body was doing. It seemed to act on its own, seemed to know how to fuck like the pet he was becoming.

Truffles thrust as fast as he could. Pleasure pulsed and flowed all over his body. His vision blurred and his other senses took control. He was a being of taste, touch and smell. All those told him to keep going at it hard. He obeyed his senses just like he obeyed Jenny – without thinking. As hard as Sunflower could take it, he fucked and fucked, while trembles built in his muscles.

Truffles howled and howled as he came. Jenny had stopped giggling and was just watching her pet intently, licking her lips. Truffles filled Sunflower with his cum, and the sheer intensity of the release overwhelmed him. He stopped thrusting and just stayed inside the petgirl, letting his cock pulse on its own, slower, then slower still, until finally it stopped. He leant down and licked the back of her neck and she pressed it into him, in thanks and affection.

"Good boy, Truffles," said Jenny, "Dina – do you want him to clean her up?"

"No. She can drip clean on her own. Petgirls like that sort of thing. I think it's about time we were heading off – lots to do today. Will we see you here next week?"

"There's nowhere else we'd rather be. See you, Dina. Come, Truffles."

Truffles watched Sunflower, Queenie and Pooch go as Jenny led him by the leash out of the other exit to the park. His mistress walked faster than she had ever done before, practically dragging Truffles through the crowded city streets back to her apartment. He didn't need to wonder why, because his nose told him everything he needed to know.

Back in the apartment, Jenny let her clothes fall to the floor and bent over to fish in the chest of toys that she kept in one corner. Truffles enjoyed the sight of his owner's naked body, especially the mound of hair that covered her pussy, which was already shiny with her juices. She found a bright pink PVC halter top and slipped it on with her nimble fingers, then shimmied into her matching pink strapon and pulled the straps tight.

"Up on the bed, Truffles. Good boy. I've decided you can come up on the bed when you've been a very good puppy. Show me your tail. Good! Remember, Truffles, I might let you fuck a petgirl, but I'm your owner, and it's you that takes my cock. We have all day puppy – oh, puppy, I'm going to make you howl and howl."