Play and training is so much fun!

The change in scenery certainly disoriented me, considering how I'd been kept in seclusion for months. Now suddenly I was allowed to run free without judgement or having to hide what Master made me. I wasn't sure how long I'd spent here but at the time I hadn't been changed too much, if at all. Sure I was taken to the vet, which I didn't like very much, and had my hair removed. From what little conversation I could understand apparently it was never going to grow back! They pricked me with needles and played some audios that were very similar to the ones Master played to me, although these audios came with immediate side effects such as dizziness and a strange sudden urge to stretch. The constant stretching made things difficult as every time I stretched my ass was pushed into the open air, announcing that I was in heat and ready to breed. Some ****-puppies even came up to me and attempted to mount me, but their attempts were quickly interrupted by Master or Daddy. They said I wasn't ready "yet".

Anyways, my day-to-day life was filled with training and playing, almost akin to what a ****-puppy would call paradise. I got to run around with as many cock toys as I wanted and soicializing quicjky became my favorite activity. Master and Daddy had many friends, and all those friends had their own ****-puppies. Daddy like to call our playtime "training sessions", but I couldn't figure out what I was training for. They constantly had me doing stuff for the other puppies, like service their cocks and asses with my eager tongue. I had to fetch them toys and show how good and obediant I could be for them! I couldn't wait for the next playtime when it was over, which made me beg Daddy over and over for her giant cock. I wasn't allowed to have my little locked peen played with, so I was always left in a state of wanting and horniness. I begged and I begged like the good beta I was but I was just told to suck or lick cock and ass, which I did happily.

Between playtime and going to the vet I was living peacefully with Master and Daddy. I could see how much they loved each other. I loved hearing their intense fucking at night, it made my locked penis leak so much and my ass couldn't stop raising into the air, my mind wanted something and my ass was begging for it. In fact, it started happening more and more. When I'd smell Masters cunt or Daddys cock my mind went haywire, and after all my treatments at the vet it seemed that my ass had become ultra sensetive and responded to any act of dominance by starting to gape and "beg" to be used. Daddy wouldn't stop teasing me. Every time she'd go out of the shower she flaunted her alpha body around the house which drove me insane. I loved Master, but Daddy had made such dent on my mind that I constantly seeked her approval. She said that it was natural for betas like me to depent on alphas, it was how nature worked, the alpha was always superior and ruled over the weak. The more she made it clear the more I accepted that fact and I began to understand that I was what she described as weak, I was a beta... an inferior ****-puppy bred to serve alphas.

The more I accepted my place att the bottom, the more freedom I felt. I was safe in the dominance of my superiors, all I had to do was look for their approval and act upon their command. My collar was enough to remind me of my place as a puppy-****. I saw some slaves who seemed to walk on their hind legs, acting like our Masters but looked just like us. They were naked and shaved, collared and chained. From what I understood, they were one step above us. It didn't mean they were equal to to our owners but they were still considered people, or human for that matter. They were even allowed to speak! Master and Daddy kept two such slaves from time to time, one male and one female. The male had his penis locked, just like me, and the female had on a cage of sorts aswell. Most of the time she wore a pair of panties made of metal, and attached inside was a pair of dildos which were shoved up her cunt and ass while they were worn. When they had been good around the house, Daddy ordered me to reward them by licking their backsides.

After some time Master and Daddy started to talk about something called a "kennel". I wasn't sure where I heard about it before, but Daddy said that I would meet many ****-puppies there. And all of them craved a sweet piece of meat like me!