He Became a Dog

Today was the one year anniversary of the day that Chris went from being an actor to...well to what he has become today. He doesn't remember the **** very well, but he does remember awaking in that jail cell, deprived of his clothes. A co-star of his Paul Rudd, was in the cell accross from his, apparently in a similar situation. He remembered how scared they both were, and how ill prepared he had been for what was to come.

Chris shook his head and brought himself back to the present. He had been given a task by Master Scott and he had to fulfill it. He knew what happened if he tried to refuse to perform in the way he was programmed to, he'd still end up doing whatever it was, it would just end up being very painful. So Chris crawled his way into the kitchen on his hands and knees and went about opening the fridge with his teeth.

Chris waggled his rear without even realizing he was doing it, his tail (a rubber looking dog tail that emerged out of the butt-plug that stayed in his ass) wagging like he was a real dog. He also wore a leather jockstrap that kept his caged cock snug in behind the black clothing which had 'Bark' written in white across the groin. There was a steel and leather collar around his neck while his hands were kept encased in leather mitts that prevented the use of his digits.

He used his mouth to retrieve a glass bottle of beer from the fridge and then used one of his back legs (or paws as he refered to them now) to shut the door. He trotted back towards the living room, jumped half-way up onto Master Scott's lap and proudly presented the beer to his former brother-now master. Master Scott thanked him by giving him a pat on the head, which made Chris feel happy.

Falling back onto all fours, Chris realized just how happy and good it made him feel to serve his brother. It sent chills down his spine because he was feeling this more and more often. Sometimes he was even beginning to feel gratitude towards his brother and his brother's boyfriend for enslaving him. But Chris knew he couldn't feel this way, he knew those feelings were false, he didn't want to be a **** dog that performed homosexual acts. He didn't want to feel proud of himself for behaving.

After taking a few drinks from his beer, Master Scott asked if Chris would like a drink. Chris knew it wasn't really a question, it was more of a demand. He also knew from experience what Master Scott meant by drink, he certaintly wasn't going to get any beer.

Master Scott fished his flaccid member out of his boxers, and Chris got up on his knees again. He looked down at the cock which he had grown very accustomed to over the past year. He bent forward and took the whole flaccid member into his mouth. Then the waterworks began, the dick head began spraying its salty, acidic warm piss into Chris's mouth, who let it run down his throat, not once gagging.

"I almost forgot, Happy Anniversary" Master Scott said patting him on the head as his piss began to tamper off. Unfortunately for Chris, he was going to have many, many more anniversaries to come.