Disobedience

This is too much. Paraded around town naked, **** to sleep in a small cage, fed a bland gruel, made to use the bathroom outside. All of it was awful, and this is the last straw. This old man expects you to lick his fingers clean for a taste of peanut butter.

You throw yourself back. Jack hisses in pain, shaking the hand he had hooked into your collar. You’re free, you scramble across the room. The pads keep you from standing. “Stay back you dirty pervert,” you shout in anger.

“Damn, dog,” he says. “Quit your growling!” he shouts back. Growling? Does your anger come through? His clean hand readjusts himself, you can see him moving the bulge in his pants as he sits up straight. What exactly did he have planned? This might be much worse than just licking his fingers.

“Get back over here,” he commands.

“No!” you growl, backing away with a snarl on your face.

“Ungrateful little mutt,” he says, reaching to the side table. He grabs the shock remote, “Come,” he says pointing the remote at you.

Shivers run down your spine. Your heart pounds in your chest. The shock collar hurts, but you can still see the bulge in his pants. The fingers are bad enough, but the thought of him taking it further makes your stomach churn.

The two of you stare at each other for a moment. Jack’s finger on the buzzer, you doing your best to look angry. The standoff comes to an end when electricity courses through your body. Your limbs tense, you clench your jaw, you wonder if your whimpers of pain translate to whatever they hear.

“Max come here boy,” he says, the electricity fades as he glares at you. You rub at your neck, the cloth of your mittens rub against your skin. You gulp knowing that if you don’t give in to the older man’s demands, you’ll be shocked again.

The shock collar reactivates. You fall to your elbows, crumpling to the floor. “Fuuuuck you,” you get out between pulses of electricity. It stops and you catch a breath, your forehead rests against the floor between your arms. Your muscles feel like they’re still spasming from the shocks.

You look up to see Jack walking across the room to you. The old man’s fingers still covered in peanut butter, the remote in his clean hand. You back away, but he’s got you cornered. “Why couldn’t you just be a good boy?” he says, grabbing you by the cheeks. You can feel the peanut butter smearing against your cheek.

You sneer at him. His hold on your face is stopping you from talking. “Stupid dog,” he says releasing your face. Before you can react you feel the sting of his hand smacking across your face. You fall over from the impact. “Get up, out,” he’s basically yelling at this point.

You stare up at him, confused on what he wants. “Robert was right, nothing but a stupid mutt,” he snarls. He reaches down grabbing your wrist, and starts dragging you across the floor. You try to catch your footing. Or rather your kneeing? You shuffle along behind him as he approaches the back door.

He pushes you outside, slamming the door behind you. “Max! Max! Over here! It’s me, Duke! Max!” Duke immediately starts in as you pick yourself up off the ground. “Hey Freckles come meet the new guy!” You look over to see Duke leaning against the fence, shouting over at the yard behind yours.

You search the yard for who Duke is talking to. Then you see her, a cute blonde girl crawling out of a dog house. The woman is just as naked as you and Duke, denoting her status as a dog. You can’t help but notice her modest chest. She crawls over towards the corner where the three yards meet. You follow suit making a path to meet up with Duke and Freckles.

As you get closer you can see that Freckles’ hair is wild and unkempt. Her skin is covered in an array of tattoos and scars. She’s skinny, you can’t quite tell if you can actually see her ribs or if it’s a trick of the tattoos on her skin. She kneels up at the fence, her face has the words “BAD DOG” tattooed under her right eye. Her collar is studded with metal spikes. Her namesake freckles are scattered across her body.

“Maxie this is Freckles!” Duke says eager as always. She waves, but her face remains solemn. “She’s got a bark collar. So she can’t talk,” Duke explains. She touches the spiked collar.

“You seem to do enough talking for the both of you,” you say. You hear Freckles chuckle, before tensing up from an electric shock. You feel a little bad that you made her laugh. “Sorry,” you tell her.

The whole time, she’d been avoiding looking directly at you. She looks up to wave you off. You find yourself looking into her captivating icy blue eyes. Then her eyes go wide looking at you.

She reaches across the fence, managing to hook her mittened hand behind your head. You yelp as she pulls you in close. She licks your face, your cock twitches as she repeatedly runs her tongue along your face. “What are you doing?” you ask nervous by the sudden attack.

She cocks her head, trying to find a way to answer without talking. She looks you up and down, before seeing what she’s looking for. She grabs your hand pulling it up, then pointing at your wrist. You see a smear of peanut butter from where Jack grabbed you. Your stomach churning at the sight. Jack has likely forever ruined peanut butter for you.

She looks between you and the smear on your arm. Is she asking permission? You hear her stomach grumble as she stares at it. You just nod, and she immediately starts licking at your arm.

“Lucas doesn’t always feed her the best,” Duke informs you. “Peanut butter, you lucky dog.” You can see drool coming out the side of his mouth. “Jack gave me so much when he watches me while the McBride’s are out of town. Isn’t that right, Freckles?”

She looks up from licking your arm, nodding in agreement. You look between them, shocked that they’ve both experienced Jack’s ****. They probably didn’t get out of it like you did though. Duke who is so eager probably didn’t think twice. And Freckles who is hungry enough to lick a stranger’s arm and face, definitely wouldn’t have qualms about giving in to Jack. Is this the life you have ahead of you?

“Maxie!” Sofia’s voice calls out from inside the house. She must be home. You hear her call out a couple more times before finally finding you. “There you are. How did you get out here?” she asks, “Grandpa must’ve forgot to put you back in your crate. We just won’t tell Daddy about that. Let’s get you some water.” She guides you back into the house.

“See you Max!” Duke calls out behind you. You look back seeing your neighbors wave as you follow Sofia back inside.