Date: Sat, 27 Nov 2021 21:09:07 +0000
From: Dave Arnold <bigstuddog@live.com>
Subject: Runt Prologue and Part 1

Prologue

The designer pet craze started in the late 20th century, with things like
cockapoos and yorkipoos, then expanded to the labradoodles and
goldendoodles.  The next phase was the zebra danio fish that were
genetically engineered to glow.  They were among the first pets to be
patented.  Even though they were easily bred, even by beginners, they could
not be sold by anyone except the companies that held the patent.  This set
the precedent.

It wasn't until 2049 that Genetech genetically engineered and patented the
first anthrodogs as companion animals.  Even though these animals were
sentient, Genetech went to court to prove that since these animals were not
humans they didn't have a soul so they could legally be owned as property.
But because they were sentient and thus were capable of giving consent,
bestiality laws didn't apply to them.  With the best lawyers money could
buy, they rammed this machination through the courts and were free to
monopolize the anthropet market.

These anthropets soon became very popular.  They were advertised as the
ultimate companion animals.  They were loyal and eager to please, just like
a dog but in addition they were intelligent, just like humans.  They could
fulfill all the needs of most masters.  They worshiped their masters like a
dog, they could be taught to do house work or yard work like a servant and
if you wished they would eagerly warm your bed at night.

One of the major innovations of the anthropets was the semen receptors in
the vaginas or the female anthropets and the anuses of the male anthropets.
They were designed to make the pets submissive to the first human that came
in their vagina or rectum.  This made it easy for the owner to "Master"
their pet.  The downside was that it was hard for an anthropet to change
Masters if they were sold.

But soon accidents were happening.  All too often, when the bitches were in
season and left alone, while their masters were at work, the neighborhood
Romeo's would make their rounds and knock up the naïve young bitches.
Since they often had large litters and the pups could not be legally sold
because of the patents, many of the pups were dumped and ended up roaming
the streets as strays.  They scraped by the best that they could, often
resorting to selling their bodies to keep food in their bellies.  This
story follows the life of one of these unfortunate anthropets, a young
German Shepherd who never really got a name but was just referred to as
Runt.


Runt Part 1


My mom got pregnant by the male German Shepherd who lived a block away
while she was in her first heat.  Her master was an alcoholic that made her
take care of the house and the yard and sleep with him when he wasn't too
drunk to get it up.  He hadn't even been aware that she had been in heat
when she got knocked up.  She had never been taught not to have sex with
other anthropets, especially when she was in heat.

She had a litter of 8 dogs and 2 bitches.  I was the runt of the litter.
Of course when it came to feeding time I was always pushed away by my
larger brothers and sisters so the size gap between us grew larger since
they got the bulk of the food while I went hungry

Even though anthropets were unable to be sold, they could legally be given
away.  Since mom and dad were both purebred German Shepherds her master was
able to find homes for the two females (he actually took money under the
table for them) and for my 4 largest brothers when they were 10 weeks old.
My other three brothers and I took longer to find homes for.  We had
already outgrown the cute puppy stage that everyone seemed to want.  But
one by one over the course of the next 3 months my three brothers
eventually found homes leaving just me to place.  I always tried to stay
out of my owner's way.  He really resented me and took any opportunity to
hit or kick me when he got annoyed.  He always bitched that I ate too much
food and that I didn't have a pussy he could use.  He would always say,
"What good are you to me, I'm not a fucking faggot."

That didn't stop him from fucking Mom anywhere in the house, especially
when he was drunk.  It wasn't uncommon when Mom was bent over cleaning
something that he would get aroused.  He usually just wore a robe around
the house; it was easier than having to get undressed when he wanted to get
some.  A typical encounter would occur.

"Hey Slut!  Get over here!  I need something taken care of.  NOW!"  He
would scream at her.  He had started calling her Slut ever since she got
knocked up by my father.

Mom dropped whatever she was doing and knelt in front of him.  She untied
the belt of his robe and let it fall open.  He was still limp, like he
usually was when he'd been drinking.  She licked his shriveled up little
balls then she took his flaccid manhood into her muzzle.  She usually had
to work at it for 5 minutes before it was hard enough to stand on its own.

My owner got impatient and took his robe all the way off, throwing it onto
the couch.  He bent over the arm of the couch and spread his ass cheeks.
"Lick my ass, Slut."  He ordered.  He hadn't bathed all weekend so I'm sure
he was pretty ripe back there, but Mom dutifully licked his anus while he
moaned out his pleasure.  Soon Mom was penetrating his anus with her long
Shepherd tongue.  "Fuck Yeah!  You know what I like, don't you Slut?"

I knew that it hurt my Mom every time he called her Slut, but he was still
her master and she still loved him and treated him with reverence.  As she
was licking his ass, she slid her paw up between his legs and started to
stroke his cock which was finally fully hard.  It wasn't very impressive,
only about 5 inches long and not too thick.

My owner finally stood up and ordered, "Bend over the couch Slut!"  He was
in one of his frequent mean moods.  Mom wasn't wet yet and he didn't get
out any lube.  It seemed like he would never forgive her for her dalliance
with my father.  He stood behind her, bent at the knees to position his
cock at her sex.  When he got the tip in he straightened his legs driving
the whole almost dry length balls deep into my Mom, who let out a yelp of
pain.  Instead of holding still to let her adjust, he quickly pulled almost
all the way out and then drove it back in even more savagely.  He continued
to fuck her, trying to elicit as much pain as possible.

But after about a minute of this, Mom's natural lubrication started to flow
and she really started to respond to her master's brutal thrusting.  She
was moaning as he continued to pound away at her, his balls swinging up to
bang at her clit at each forward thrust.

"I know I'm not as big as the stud that knocked you up, but I'm your
master.  I'll fuck you whenever I want and you'll damn well enjoy it!"  He
said as he worked in and out of her picking up a crisp rhythm.  He
apparently wasn't as drunk as he usually was; he wasn't slurring his words
this time.  He hammered away, his rather small balls slapping furiously
against her.  But overweighing everything else was the fact that he was her
Master and she was imprinted on him, her body desiring his seed more than
anything else in the world.  He drooled intermittent spurts of precum, each
of which sent her on a mini orgasm.

"Please Master, cum in me I need it so bad." She begged.  She was building
to her final big orgasm.  His spooge would be the thing that would help her
go over the top.

"Yes.  Yes, you do you fucking Slut.  But you don't deserve my juice you
slut."  He said as he pulled out, yanked her off of the couch, spun her
around and pushed her to her knees in front of him.  He started to
furiously stroke his cock until his load dribbled out of the end of his
cock and onto the top of her muzzle.  "Fuck Yeah!  You don't deserve my
seed in you, you fucking worthless cunt!"  He yelled at her and he pushed
her contemptuously onto the ground, before he left her crying on the ground
completely frustrated.

When I turned 8 months old and started to go through puberty, my owner came
to me and said, "I've found a home for you."  He walked me to the car and
said, "Get in." He opened the back seat and I crawled in and sat down.  I
had never been in the car before.  Master got behind the wheel and pulled
out of the driveway.  We got out on the highway and drove for a couple of
hours before he got off of the highway and started driving on some winding
rural roads.  I had been a little queasy on the highway, but when we got
onto the winding back roads, I really started to feel sick to my stomach.

"Sir I don't feel so good!"  I cried out.

He started to slow down the car and said, "Don't you dare puke in my car
you little sonofabitch!"

But I couldn't hold it any longer.  I projectile vomited all over the back
seat of the car.  My owner let out a string of swear words as he pulled the
car over next to a cornfield.  He got out, walked over to the passenger
side of the car.  He opened the door and grabbed me by the scruff of the
neck, pulling me out of the car.  He threw me to the ground and started
kicking me.  I did my best to try to cover up and protect myself but it was
hopeless.  One of the kicks hit me in the head, just about knocking me out.
At that point I no longer even knew where I was, but he didn't stop.  He
landed a couple of kicks to my ribs breaking a few of them before his anger
finally abated enough for him to stop kicking me.  He just turned and
walked back to the car, cleaned the back seat as best as he could.  He got
back in the car and without another word he drove away, leaving me hurt,
lost and homeless.

I passed out in the cornfield, concussed by the kick to my head.I didn't
wake up until a thunder storm rumbled through the area that evening.  I got
drenched, but it woke me up enough to walk to the nearest underpass and
crawl up underneath it enough to stay out of the rain.  Fortunately it was
October so the weather was still warm enough that my double coat kept me
fromcatching a chill.  Huddled in a ball like my feral ancestors, I spent
that night beneath the bridge.

Come morning I was starving.  I was covered in mud and my side was in
terrible pain where I'd been kicked.  I didn't know what to do.  I'd never
been out of my house or yard and my owner rarely had other people over to
the house so I didn't have much experience interacting with strangers.  But
I needed food and a place to stay, so I walked to the nearest farm and
knocked on the door.

A farmer's wife came to the door.  She took one look at the state I was in
and before I could get a word out of my mouth, she screamed.  "Get out of
here and don't come back."  She picked up a broom and chased me down the
driveway out of her yard.

I had similar experiences at the next 4 farms I approached.  At the 5th one
I decided not to knock at the door.  I was really getting hungry now.  I
saw a bowl that had been set out for a four legged dog that was filled with
kibble.  I had never eaten kibble before; anthropets ate normal human food,
but I had no idea when my next meal might be so I picked up the bowl and
stealthily made my way to a little wooded area and ate the bowl of kibble.
It tasted dreadful, but it got something into my stomach and made me feel a
little better.

I still had a headache from my concussion so I walked to another underpass
and slept until evening.  When I woke up and looked around I got an idea.
I could see that even though it was only a quarter moon, there were places
in the distance that were more lit up than others.  Those must be towns or
cities like where I grew up.  Maybe the people there would be more willing
to help me.

I started walking to the brightest area I could see.  It took me three
hours to walk to the city I was shooting for.  By now I was starting to get
hungry and my nose took me to a McDonald's restaurant.  I could smell food
behind a gate.  I hopped over the gate and followed the smell to a
dumpster.  They had thrown out a small trash bag a quarter of the way full
of burgers that were still warm.  I grabbed the bag and carried it to an
overgrown abandoned lot before I sat down to eat them.  I wolfed down the 8
burgers that were in the bag.

It was almost midnight now and I looked for a place to sleep.  I wandered
around in the shadows until I found an abandoned building that had once
been a shop.  There was an unlocked door in the back so I slipped in and
found a pile of blankets that I curled up on and quickly fell asleep...

"Well what do we have here?" Came a deep rumbling voice that roused me from
my sleep.

I jumped up into a defensive crouch.  "Who are you?"

The owner of the voice came out of the shadows and I could see that it was
another anthropet.  But this one was huge.  "You look like a purebred.  Why
are you out here on your own?"

I don't know why, but I trusted him.  I told him everything that had
happened to me that led up to my current situation.  As I told my story it
gave me an opportunity to size him up a bit.  He was a massive Saint
Bernard well over three hundred pounds.  He was quite a bit larger than me
and he appeared to be about a year old.  Developmentally that was the
equivalent of a 20 year old human while I was about 13 human years.

"So what do they call you?"  He asked.

"My old owner never gave me a name.  He just referred to me as Runt.  So I
guess that will do."  I replied.

"You can call me Moose.  That's the name I use with all the Johns."  He
looked me up and down again and asked.  "So how do you plan on surviving
now that you're a homeless stray?"

"I haven't put much thought into it.  Right now I'm just trying to make it
through the day."  I replied.

"Well I guess you're lucky you ran into me.  I can teach you the skills you
need to survive on the streets.  But you need to do what I tell you."  He
added.

"OK."  I said.  I didn't really have many options and this seemed like it
might be the only one I would find.

"There's only one thing we have that anyone will pay for, and that's out
bodies.  I've been out all evening satisfying men and I haven't got off
myself so I'm horny as hell.  Get on your knees and I'll teach you how to
give a blow job."  He ordered.

I had seen my mother giving her master blow jobs when he was too drunk to
care that he was getting one in front of us pups so I had an idea of what
to do.  With all the fur he was carrying I hadn't realized just how big his
cock was until I picked it up.  It was still limp but already MUCH bigger
than my former owner's full erection.  It was hanging down in its equally
large sheath and at its base were two lemon sized testicles.  I could feel
his doghood starting to stiffen, so I used my right paw to work his sheath
up and down his shaft.  I had never seen a cock this big but I had really
only seen my owner's before and his wasn't even as big as mine.

"Well what are you waiting for?  It ain't gonna suck itself, pup!"  He
growled.

I had been revolted at the thought of sucking off my old owner, but I
realized that I wanted to please this alpha dog.  I gently took the head
into my muzzle and ran my tongue around it.  I heard him moan so I figured
I was doing it alright.  It was growing rapidly in my maw until it finally
reached it's full eleven inches.  He grabbed me gently by the ears and used
them to guide my muzzle up and down his shaft.  The first few times he
stopped when he reached my throat, but then he said.  "Now open your
throat, you're not going to get many clients if you can't take them all the
way down."

I did my best to do what he said but the first time he tried I gagged.  He
pulled back out and said, "Try again."  This time he got a couple of inches
down before my gag reflex kicked in again.  He pulled back again, and then
on the third time he was able to get it all the way down my throat.  He
held me there, his huge balls resting against my chin.  "Now try to breath
through your nose."  I found to my surprise that I was able to.  Soon my
new friend was fucking my throat with gusto, but he wasn't being brutal,
just very enthusiastic.

I reached up and fondled his huge balls.  They felt so firm and full.  I
thought about how much better it would be if I actually had a master that
wanted to use me.  The need to have a master of our own had been bred and
genetically engineered into us.

I could feel that he was getting close to the edge, his knot was starting
to form and his forward thrusts weren't going in so far.  "Grab the base of
my knot!"  He ordered.  I complied immediately and was rewarded with a huge
jet of cum shooting down my throat.  He pulled back enough that he was just
in my muzzle instead of down my throat and I got my first taste of dog cum.
It was salty, sweet, and bitter all at the same time and I made sure I
didn't lose a drop.  I continued nursing on him for about a minute when he
pulled away.  I let go of his knot and almost immediately it started to go
soft as soon as the pressure was off of its base.

"Not bad for your first time."  He said as he put his arm around me.  I
winced when he touched my broken rib.  "Sorry I forgot about the ribs.
Come on over here and we can share each other's warmth."  He led me over to
the pile of blankets and pulled back the top one.  He got in first and I
got in, cuddling in front of him as he pulled the covers over us.  He
spooned me and held me protectively, although he was careful not to put
pressure on my broken ribs.  I felt safe for the first time since I'd been
abandoned and fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

The next month or so fell into a pattern.  Hang out in the abandoned
building all day except for trips out to buy our meals at the fast food
joints from the money we made by turning tricks the night before.  Food was
about the only thing we could really buy.  We didn't wear clothes and we
weren't legally allowed to buy or rent lodging, since we were required by
law to have an owner.

In the evenings we went out looking for Johns.  Usually they followed us
into alleys behind dumpsters or anything that we could hide behind.  A
majority of them wanted blow jobs but occasionally one of them wanted to
blow us.  Moose was more likely to be the recipient of a blow job.  If they
wanted to blow someone they usually were much more impressed by his 11
inches than my 6 inches.

Moose also taught me not to get into a car with any of the Johns.  Once you
were in the car they had you at a severe disadvantage.  They could drive a
smaller dog like me into a secluded area, tie me up and rape me.  Rape in
and of itself was bad enough, but it was made even worse by the fact that
your primary bond would be forged with the rapist.  Even if you eventually
found a master you might not be able to bond with him properly.  Once
someone's semen found your anal receptors your permanent bond was to them.

Moose and I usually worked fairly close together, always within barking
distance, just in case one of the Johns tried to overpower us.  It was
actually more for my safety, no one in their right mind was going to try to
overpower Moose unless they had a death wish.

But it all went terribly wrong one night in late November.  It had been
warm all day but you could tell a front was coming in so Moose and I made
our way back to the building early.  Neither of us had gotten off, we each
had only turned a couple of tricks and they had all gotten BJs.  We had
made it back to the building just as the wind started to get blustery and
the first raindrops hit the ground.  It was still relatively warm and dry
in the building and with our heavy coats we were quite comfortable.

"One of the guys I blew tonight seemed to be everything I've ever wanted in
a Master."  Moose said as we sat down on our bed of blankets.  "He was
handsome, and dominant without being overpowering.  He told you what he
wanted in a way that made you want to please him even more than wanting the
money.  Plus he had a big dick.  Not as big as mine but seven or eight nice
thick inches..."  He finished wistfully.

We often talked about how great it would be to find a Master to submit to.
Even though he was a huge dominant dog, Moose still desired having a Master
more than anything.  But at his age it was getting less and less likely to
happen.

"Damn he made me horny."  Moose said as he moved closer to me.  I was
already horny myself, big dominant males, whether they were men or dogs
always gave me a boner.  He came over to me and rolled me onto my back.  He
crawled between my legs and eased his body down on mine until out dicks and
balls were touching.  Then he slowly started to thrust his massive cock
against mine.  Fuck did it feel good.  The only thing that could have
possibly been better is if I had a Master and he was doing it instead.

He slowly picked up the pace and his huge balls mashed up against mine on
every stroke.  We were both squirting out copious amounts of precum and
soon our belly fur was a slippery sloppy mess, which made the feelings
intensify even more.  He gripped me tightly, trapping my arms against my
body, making me completely helpless as we got more and more into our
session.

Soon we were both knotting up as we careened to our orgasms.  Moose reached
his first and grunted, "AAArrrghhhhh!"  As his first massive shot jetted up
against my belly.  He managed 2 or 3 more thrusts before I moaned and
started to add my juice to the mess on our bellies.  He collapsed on top of
me but soon rolled over on his side, pulling me with him so we were still
face to face.

We continued to rub the bases of our knots together, prolonging our orgasms
for another five minutes or so.  Then we rolled apart and I licked his
belly fur clean and he returned the favor. When we were both clean he
spooned me, threw a blanket over top of us and we fell asleep listening to
the cold rain pounding on the roof, glad that we were toasty warm together
under our blanket.

"BANG!"  The door to our building crashed open.  We awoke and heard someone
saying "You check downstairs I'll check up here."

"Run!  I'll hold them off, you just run!"  Moose whispered to me.  He ran
out into the hallway, his bulk blocking it completely.  I couldn't see who
was coming down the hall at us, but I ran to the next room and slipped out
a broken window.

The rain was frigid, soaking me to the bone almost immediately.  Beside our
building was a van with flashing lights on it.  I ran into some bushes and
watched as two men in uniforms led Moose to the van.  He was handcuffed and
cooperating as they loaded him onto the van.  There was writing on the van
but I had never been taught to read.  As soon as they loaded him into the
van it took off, lights flashing.

I didn't know what to do.  I was afraid to go back into our building so I
tried to find some shelter from the cold rain.  The temperature was
dropping fast and the rain started to turn to snow.  I was shivering.  I
would have been fine with the temperature if I wasn't soaked, but even my
double coat wasn't protection when it was wet.  That destroyed its
insulating qualities.  The snow was really coming down and the wind was
whipping it all around.  I finally found an overpass to crawl under but I
was already wet and even though it did slow the wind down I couldn't seem
to get warm.  My shivering started to become violent as my body tried to
generate heat.

I curled up as close to the wall as I could to conserve body heat, but it
wasn't helping.  I was so sleepy...

I don't know how long I was passed out but soon I felt hands on me shaking
me.  "Wake up!"  The person said as he continued to shake me.

"Let me go!"  I replied worried it was the authorities.  I wasn't rational,
I should have been glad that anyone had found me since I was freezing to
death.  But I was shivering too hard to resist.  To my surprise the person
picked me up in a fireman's carry and carried me to a car.  He opened the
door and put me in the passengers seat.  He buckled me in and then got in
the driver's side and started the car.  He had the heat up all the way as
we drove off.

Even though the heater was on as high as it would go I was still shivering.
I just couldn't seem to get warm.  We didn't seem to go too far when he
pulled up into a driveway.  I was still only semi-coherent and I couldn't
seem to walk on my own.  He again picked me up in a fireman's carry and
carried me into his house and into a bedroom.  He sat me in a chair and
left the room, returning with some towels.  Soon he was rubbing me
vigorously with the towels, drying me and trying to increase my circulation
at the same time.

As soon as he got me most of the way dry he put me on the bed.  Then he put
a couple of blankets on me.  I was still shivering and just couldn't seem
to get warm.  I was surprised when he got under the covers with me, and
even more surprised when I realized he was naked.  But he just held me
close to him, his body heat slowly warming me.

"Just relax pup."  He said in a soothing voice.  "Everything's gonna be
fine.  Just stay here and get warm."  And for the second time that night I
passed out.

I woke up with my savior still draped over my body keeping me warm.  He was
a bit larger than I was but not anywhere near as big as Moose was.  I could
also feel his morning wood pressing against my back as he clung to me.
Being a prostitute I was pretty familiar with dick size, and he was larger
than average.  He had to be packing at least 8 fat inches.

I guess my movement either woke him up or just let him know that I was now
up, because he said, "Well sleepy head, I see you're awake."

"Yes Sir.  Thank you for saving me Sir."  I said shyly.

He reached his hand up and rubbed my ears which soon had me moaning in
pleasure.  My old owner never even bothered petting any of us pups, and the
only interaction he seemed to have with my Mom was when he was having sex
with her.  And then he was only worried about his pleasure not hers.

"Do you feel up to getting out of bed yet?"  He asked.

"Yes Sir.  I'm feeling much better."  I replied.

He got out of bed and I got out on the other side.  "I want to get these
damp sheets off the bed first."  He pulled the sheets and comforter off of
the bed and replaced them with clean ones.  While he changed the sheets I
was able to start to take in my surroundings.  This bedroom was almost as
big as the whole hovel that my old owner lived in.  Obviously this man was
wealthy, or at least wealthy relative to what I had grown up with.

"Come over here.  I want to see what you look like now that you are dry and
coherent."  I came over to him and stood in front of him.  "Stand there
with your paws behind your back."

I stood there, my hands together behind my back.  He walked around me
giving me the once over, but it also gave me the opportunity to get a good
look at him.  He seemed to be in his late 30's and he was handsome in a
rugged sort of a way.  He was about 6' 4" tall and probably between 230 and
240 muscular pounds.  He had a tightly trimmed beard that was definitely
more than a 5 o'clock shadow, but couldn't have been more than an eighth of
an inch long.

But I couldn't help but look at what was jutting up from his crotch.  In my
time as a prostitute I had obviously seen many human penises.  His wasn't
the largest I had seen but it had to be the most perfect.  It was about 8
½ inches long and big enough around that I knew I would just barely be
able to put my paw the whole way around it.  It wasn't so big that it would
be unwieldy, but it was definitely enough to show you that he was a real
stud. It was also uncut with a perfect foreskin that completely covered the
head even when he was erect, like he was now.  How I wanted to get on my
knees and worship his cock, but I wasn't sure how he would feel about that
since my last owner had made it clear that he wanted me nowhere near his
manhood.  But even though I was restraining myself I couldn't keep my own
dick from rising to the occasion.

He noticed my situation and smiled, which I took as a good sign.  He stood
in front of me and put his hands on my muzzle, pulling up my lips to get a
look at my teeth then opening my muzzle to see them from the inside.

He looked into my ears and said, "Hmmm...  Ear mites...  I'll have to pick
up something for that..."  I couldn't help but smile a little over that, it
was starting to sound like he might be considering keeping me.

From there he ran his hands over my arms and shoulders, then down my chest
until he came to my erect cock.  "Just relax Pup.  It's OK.  I imagine at
your age you get boners all the time."  I nodded, but didn't feel
comfortable adding that standing in front of the sexiest man I had ever
seen was what was causing this one.  God, what I wouldn't give to have him
as my Master.

He got on his knees in front of me and skinned the sheath down my six inch
boner.  "Doesn't look like there are any lesions on it..."  Then he reached
down and took my sack into his hand.  He felt each of them almost like he
was checking for imperfections.  "I don't feel any tumors..."  He said
seemingly to himself.

Then he put the middle finger of his right hand into his mouth, got it wet,
then pulled it out.  While it was still wet he moved his hand between my
legs and up under my tail.  He circled my anus with his saliva soaked
finger tip and my pucker instinctively opened for him.  He prodded until
the tip of his finger popped into me.

"Mmmmmm..."  I moaned uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the intense desire to
surrender completely to the most perfect man I'd ever met."

He pushed his finger the rest of the way in and it hit something that made
me moan louder.  Precum was now drooling in a steady stream out of my cock,
down my sheath and onto my scrotum.  He chuckled again and said, "Maybe if
things work out..."  Which sounded promising.

To my disappointment he pulled his finger out of my ass and continued
examining me working down my legs to my foot paws.  "These are definitely
going to need a pedicure..."  He added right before he stood up.  He put
his arms around me and gave me a hug and said quietly.  "That was well
done."  I could feel his boner against my belly as he held me
affectionately against him.

"I imagine you're hungry."  He said and I realized I was famished.  "Let's
get washed up and I'll make some breakfast."  He added and I followed him
into the bathroom.

He turned the water on, grabbed a wash cloth and soaped it up.  Then he
used it to wash where I had been drooling precum.  After he got me all
soaped up, he rinsed the cloth off and wiped the soap off of me.  We both
then washed our hands and he brushed his teeth.

When he finished he said, "Go ahead and brush yours." He handed me his
tooth brush.

"I'm sorry Sir, I've never brushed my teeth before."  I apologized.

He didn't say anything, he just put more toothpaste on the brush and
proceeded to brush my teeth.  He handed me a glass of water and said, "Go
ahead and rinse your mouth out."  I followed his orders and noticed my
mouth had never felt so fresh before.

We went back through his room.  He grabbed a robe, quickly put it on and
slipped his feet into some slippers.  Then I followed him down to the
kitchen.  That was when I really got an idea of the size of the house.  I
really had nothing to compare it to in my past, all I can say is it was
huge.

He got out a large electric griddle and put 10 slices of bacon on it along
with another 10 sausage links.  The smell immediately had my mouth
watering.  As they were cooking, he whipped up some hot cake batter.  He
removed the meat from the griddle and onto a plate lined with paper towels
so the grease would drain off of them.  He poured the batter onto the
griddle and cooked 4 over easy eggs on the other side of the griddle.

Soon the food was cooked and to my surprise he split the food evenly onto 2
plates, then handed one to me.  He also got us both a large glass of milk.
He walked over and set his plate on the table and I set mine on the floor.
I was famished, but I was going to wait for him to start eating first
before I dug in.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Waiting for you to start first, Sir."  I replied.

"No.  I mean why are you putting your plate on the floor?"  He asked.

"Because that is how I was raised Sir."  I said in a very confused reply.

"Well that's not the way things are done here.  If you're going to keep me
company at meals you are going to sit at the table with me.  Understand?"
His voice held no hint of anger, but just a matter of fact, no nonsense
type of order.  But it was definitely an order.  He seemed comfortable
giving orders and he expected his orders followed.  Which would make life
easier if he let me stay.

"Yes Sir."  I added as I picked up my plate and set it on the table as he
grabbed the silverware.  I had never used silverware before but I had seen
it used enough that I knew I would be able to clumsily fake my way through
the meal.

I sat across the table from him and he started to eat his food.  He nodded
at me to start to eat and despite my best intentions I started shoveling
food into my mouth as fast as I could.  The food was delicious much better
than when I was with my old owner.  He would give us table scraps after he
was done.  It was cold and all mixed together and there usually wasn't
enough to fill our bellies, but we had to make do with what we had.  That
was probably one of the reasons I was small for my age and my breed.

I had shoveled all of my sausages and bacon into my muzzle and had
swallowed them almost without chewing them.  Then, for the first time since
we started our meal, the man said something.

"Slow down and enjoy your meal.  No one's going to take it from you.  If
that isn't enough I can always make more."  He said smiling.

"I'm sorry I was rude, Sir..."  I apologized.

"Don't worry about it.  We'll talk after we're done eating."

I slowed down some as I ate the hot cakes and eggs, but I was still eating
faster than he was.  I soon finished and waited patiently for him to
finish.  He was taking his time eating and I realized I hadn't thanked him
for all he had done for me.  "Thank you for the wonderful breakfast, Sir.
And thanks for saving me last night."

"It was my pleasure."  He replied after he finished his mouthful of food.
"We'll talk after breakfast."

It took him about 5 more minutes to finish his breakfast.  He showed me how
to rinse my dishes off and put them into the dishwasher.  Then he motioned
me to follow him.  He led me into the living room and then to the couch.
He sat down on it and motioned me to sit next to him.  As eager as I was to
sit right next to him, I left about a foot and a half between us.

He put his arm around my shoulder and said, "You can move closer."  I
scooted over until I was right next to him.  I wasn't used to sitting on
the furniture, and even less used to getting any affection from humans, but
it was something I could get comfortable with real quickly.  He stared
rubbing my shoulder causing me to melt into his embrace.  "Isn't that
better?"  I only nodded in response, but he was giving me something that I
needed as much as food or shelter, but had never realized it before.  We
had been genetically engineered as companion animals and that need for
human contact had been one of the traits we had been bred for.

After holding me for a few minutes he spoke again.  "The main rule about
staying here is I expect complete honesty.  You will never be punished for
telling the truth.  Do you understand?"  He asked.

"Yes Sir." I replied.

"Now what I want you to do is to tell me about your life.  All of it, from
the beginning down to how you ended up almost freezing to death when I
found you."  He said.  It wasn't forceful; his voice was actually kind, but
again it was an order nonetheless.

I opened up.  For the first time in my life it seemed like a human was
interested in me and cared about me.  I could feel him tense up in anger
when I talked about my life with my ex-owner.  But he continued to caress
my shoulder and hold me close, so I was pretty sure that the anger was not
directed at me.  That was until I got to the point that my old owner, beat
me up and dumped me in the cornfield.

"That dirty little motherfucker!  If I ever get my hands on him..."  He
said with a fury in his voice that I wouldn't have thought him capable of.
"If you decide you want to stay with me, I promise you I'll never punish
you with violence!"  And I believed him.

I continued my story until the point where I started turning tricks with
Moose to survive.  I was embarrassed about it and I was sure that he would
toss me back out on the street when he heard about my sordid past.  I just
couldn't continue.

"Go on..."  He encouraged me to continue.  He held me closer.  "It's OK,
just tell me the truth and everything will be fine."

"But you're gonna hate me..."  I said on the verge of tears.

"Why?  For doing what you had to do to survive?  Not all of us humans are
terrible like your old owner I hope."  He replied.

"You already knew?"  I asked.

"That you were turning tricks to survive?  I suspected it; there aren't
many other ways for strays to survive on the streets?"  He said gently to
me and hugged me closer.  We stopped there so I didn't have to relive the
raid and Moose getting arrested.  "Hopefully for your sake you haven't let
anyone take you anally."

"A friend made sure I didn't let myself get into any situations that I
could get raped.  We worked together a lot and limited our services to
giving and receiving blow jobs."  I replied, still more than a little
embarrassed about my past.  He held me for a while then he said.

"One of the things you need to have is an owner or you're going to come to
a sad end.  The law unfortunately requires you to be owned by a human.  So
far it sounds like you've only had an owner.  Have you thought about
whether or not you want a Master?"  He asked while he moved his hand up to
fondle my ears.

"I'd love to have a Master, Sir.  I think all of us are hardwired to want a
Master."  I said.  What I left unsaid for now was that I would give
anything to be his pet, since he hadn't offered to be my Master yet.

"I'll tell you what.  I want you to stay here for a week and if you want me
to be your Master after that week, I'll keep you.  If you don't want me as
your Master we'll find someone more suitable."  He said.

"But you saved my life. Of course I'd want you as my Master!"  I cried out.

"I don't want you to want me to be your Master out of gratitude.  I want
you to be sure you want to be mine because you like being with me.  If I'm
your Master I will expect one hundred percent obedience and loyalty out of
you."  He said.  "Gratitude will not last forever, I want a pet that will
surrender himself completely and willingly to me.  So let's give it a week
and see if you're still ready for that kind of commitment."

I knew I was ready to surrender myself to him unconditionally, he was
everything I could have ever dreamed of in a Master.  He was considerate,
affectionate, handsome and hung perfectly.

"I'm going to expect you to do things around the house to earn your keep.
It doesn't seem like you know a lot about doing chores, but I can teach
you."  I was eager to learn how to do things to please my hopefully soon to
be new Master.

"Why don't we get you cleaned up a bit better?  Go on up and take a
shower."

I felt so stupid about not knowing how to do the simplest of things, but I
replied to him honestly.  "I've never taken a shower, Sir.  I've only had a
bath a couple of times when my Mom gave me one with the garden hose."

"Well follow me up and we can shower together." He replied and led the way
back up to the master bathroom.  It was huge; like the rest of the house,
it was even bigger than the bedroom of my old owner.  He removed his robe,
again allowing me to see that perfect piece of manhood.  Even flaccid it
was perfection.  He turned the water on and showed me how to adjust it to
the proper temperature.  I had only had cold baths before.  When it was
ready he ushered me into the stream of water, then followed me in.

The jet of hot water felt wonderful as it massaged my body.  He made sure I
was completely drenched then he poured some shampoo onto his hands before
massaging it into my coat.  He started with my head, lathered it up and had
me rinse my head off.  Then he started working his way down my body,
massaging me as he did.  He worked down my belly until he reached my groin.
I was already hard just from being in contact with this handsome man.  He
got it all soapy, before he peeled back my sheath and soaped up my boner.
He rinsed it before he slid my sheath back up.

He soaped up my balls and then worked his way down my quads and then down
to my feet.  He took a good amount of time washing between my toes and
rinsing them so I wouldn't slip on them.

He turned me around and washed my back and tail.  After rinsing them he
soaped under my tail and worked a soapy finger into me.  In my aroused
state I almost came immediately.  As it was I started to spew precum in
copious amounts as my hole opened eagerly to accept his finger, all the
while wishing for something more.

"You want it don't you?"  He crooned into my ear.

"Yes Sir." I whimpered piteously.  "Please put it in Sir!"  I begged.

"That would be fun, but that's gonna have to wait until you're sure you
want me to be your Master."  He added as he continued to work his finger
even deeper into me.

"Sir I already know I want you as my Master!"  I pleaded.

"You haven't had time to 'know' that yet Pup."  He replied.

I would have given anything for him to just bend me over and have his way
with me right now.  But what he did wasn't a terrible alternative.  He
continued to work his slick finger into my ass, massaging a sensitive spot
just inside my anus.  I moaned even louder when he reached around and
started sliding my sheath up and down my stiffy.  I started to knot up
almost immediately.  He gripped the base of my knot while he continued to
work his finger inside me, causing me to have the most intense orgasm of my
life.

"Aaaarrghhh!  I'm cumming..."  I cried out as my balls jumped up and my
spooge jetted out of my cock and painted itself on the wall of the shower.

He was still gripping my knot tightly as I continued to cum.  "That's it,
just relax and let it happen."  He crooned in my ear as I spent myself.  He
let go of my knot and pulled his finger out of my ass, then wrapped his
arms around me as he hugged me affectionately to him.  I could feel his
hardon pressed against my back as he murmured, "See showering together can
be fun."

"Sir just being with you is better than anything I've ever experienced
before."  I said in complete sincerity.

"Aw you're making me blush."  He replied.  "Do you think you can wash me
now?"

I grabbed the shampoo, put some on my paws and massaged it into his hair.
His hair was short and black, an almost wiry texture to it.  He had his
eyes closed as I lathered him up giving me a chance to stare at his strong
handsome visage.  I imagined how it would feel to look up at his face as he
took me, and even though I had just cum I was soon hard again.  He rinsed
his hair and then showed me how to use a wash cloth to soap up his body.

I concentrated on his upper body at first.  He had incredible muscle
definition.  Soaping him up was like a course in braille anatomy, every
muscle was readable as I worked my way down to his six pack abs.  And as
much as I enjoyed feeling them, I was eager to get to the muscle at the end
of his treasure trail.  And I knelt down to get a close up view of it.

And what a treasure it was.  He was already hard when I peeled back his
foreskin and soaped it up, running my paw up and down that iron hard shaft
more than necessary to get it clean.  The water running down his rock hard
body soon rinsed it clean.

I gazed up at him and said, "Sir you said I needed to work to earn my keep.
The only work I've ever done was giving BJ's.  It's one of the ways I could
start to pay your back."  I paused while I stroked my paw up and down his
boner a couple of times for emphasis and added, "It really looks like you
could use some relief..."

"Yeah if it doesn't get taken care of soon I'm gonna have a nasty case of
blue balls.  I guess you could do that without me being your Master..."

I couldn't believe my good fortune.  I was on my knees in front of the most
perfect man I had ever met, starring at the most perfect example of manhood
I had ever seen.  I was mesmerized by it and I just stared at it for a
moment.

"Don't I measure up?"  He asked.  "I imagine you've seen some real monsters
in your line of work."  For the first time I sensed some uncertainty in his
voice.

"Believe me I'm a bit of an expert on cocks, and this one is about as close
to perfect as it gets.  I was just pausing to admire it."  I said smiling
up at him.

I cupped his large firm balls in my left paw.  I was going to milk every
fucking drop of seed out of them if I had my way.  I intended to do my best
to make myself indispensable to him over the course of the next week.  I
started licking at his balls and working my way up his precious shaft until
I got to the tip.  I used my right paw to pull his foreskin as far up as I
could, then I proceeded to worm my tongue into it.  I ran my tongue around
his sensitive head, loving the texture of an uncircumcised glans.

It wasn't long before I was rewarded with the first leakage of precum onto
my tongue.  I could taste powerful overtones of intense dominance
pheromones, which would have melted any resistance I could have mustered.
I wished he could have noticed my submissive pheromones but I realized that
this was a level of olfaction that was alien to humans.  Then he would have
understood just how completely ready I was to surrender myself to him.

I peeled his foreskin back down his shaft and my muzzle followed my paw
until his head reached the entrance to my throat.  I slowly worked the last
two inches down my throat.  He moaned as I used the muscles of my throat to
work on his dickhead.  I could feel the next spurt of precum pulsing
through his urethra, but I couldn't taste it as it went straight down my
throat.  I wasn't going to let that mistake happen again so I started to
bob up and down on his shaft.

As I said before, he was just perfection.  He had good length and girth,
but not so much that I had to worry about scraping him with my teeth as I
bobbed for gonads.  That was when he took control, grabbing me gently by
the ears as he started to face fuck me.

I submitted completely, having him take charge was the most erotic thing I
had ever experienced in my life.  This was nothing like turning a trick.
Those were nameless faceless men that I pleased to put food in my belly.
This was the man that I would do anything to please.  And pleasing him was
more of a turn on than anything I'd ever done before.  My knot was already
starting to form without even touching it.

He was starting to get down to the short strokes, just working the head in
and out of my throat.  It wouldn't be long now, but I hoped that he would
pull part way out when he came so I would get to taste his seed instead of
shooting it all straight down my throat.

He thrust about a dozen more times before his balls jumped up and he
grunted, "Aaaarrrgghhhh!"  I could feel his spunk jetting through his
urethra with my tongue as his seed exploded into my throat.  Then almost
like he could read my mind he pulled back until his spooge was spraying
right on my tongue.  It was a wonderful mélange of bitter, sweet and
salty tastes all laced together with dominance pheromones that were making
my head swim in ecstasy.  I held it in my muzzle as long as I could to
savor his essence, before I finally swallowed.

He pulled me off of him and lifted me up until I was standing in front of
him.  He looked down at me then pulled my muzzle to his lips and
passionately kissed me.  I had never kissed anyone before, and even though
it took me completely by surprise I was soon returning the kiss just as
passionately.  He parted my lips with his tongue and I eagerly surrendered
my muzzle to his assault.  His tongue wrestled with mine as he ground his
body against mine.  My knot was trapped between our bodies which drove me
over the edge again and I started to erupt against his hard muscular body.
He continued to kiss me.  My legs were starting to turn to jelly and I was
no longer to stand on my own but he held me up with his powerful arms as I
continued to cum.

It took a few minutes before I stopped cumming.  I was finally able to
stand on my own.  We both washed the spooge off of each other's bellies and
I finished washing his back.  We got out of the shower and he handed me a
towel then grabbed one for himself.  We both dried ourselves.  Well he
dried himself and I tried, but with my coat, I couldn't get completely dry
with just a towel.

My owner led me over to a corner of the room that had a glass enclosure
that was big enough for an anthrodog or for a human.  "Get in.  It's a high
speed dryer specially designed for an anthropet."  He told me.  I got in
and he closed the door and flipped a switch.  Hot air blew over and through
my coat drying it in a matter of minutes.  What I didn't understand was why
he had one in the first place.  I know that this place was a mansion
compared to my old home, but I seriously doubted that houses, even of this
size came with high speed dryers as standard equipment.

But even as I contemplated this the dryer stopped and the door opened.  I
was completely dry, but I was also exhausted.  I guess that nearly freezing
to death had taken more out of me than I thought. But my new owner was a
lot more observant than my old owner or maybe he just cared a lot more.

"You're tired aren't you?"

"Yes Sir, I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry for. You almost died last night.  Another
twenty minutes or so and I think you would have been dead."  And with that,
he swept me up in his arms and carried me into his bedroom.  He stood me up
by the bed while he pulled the covers back.  I got into the bed and he
followed me in.

He put his arm around me and held me close to him.  "Well I've heard your
story, I guess it's time you heard mine..."