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Having gone well past the rainbow-branded flags, coffee mugs, throw pillows and other kitsch; beyond shelves of dildos, fleshlights, inflatable partners, and erotica - both printed and video - Rob stood in the smaller, dingier segment of the store obscured behind a dividing wall. Here the proprietors stashed select pieces of specialty merchandise for people more invested in their kinks to browse with some privacy from the store's casual customers. Right at the entrance, he felt like he was getting in over his head, because there was a poster of all sorts of pills and other things you took to make encounters easier, more satisfying, or last longer.

Instead of jumping straight into the carnal deep end, the product placement was gradual, getting kinkier, more outlandish, and generally more expensive. Just after the poster, and to Rob's left, was the more widely palatable forms of bondage gear: padded handcuffs and "sexy" blindfolds for the most part. To his right was the area beyond his bravery: riding crops and bondage hoods that resembled somewhat squashed horse heads, to different elaboration, were mounted on the walls above the shelves he couldn't see. At the centre of that area was a large display: harnesses hung from the ceiling, supporting one mannequin posed with his limbs dangling, dressed in full pony-play regalia; another mannequin rode him on a saddle on his back, dressed in a leather harness and a gimp mask.

Although Rob had seen the gay adult store several times before, and sometimes wondered what was inside, he could never justify actually coming in. Usually he had to rush to catch his bus home from work, which stopped about a block farther. Today he had missed his usual bus, and with a wintry wind whipping down the street, anywhere was preferable to the barely-sheltered bus stop.

Studying the small section around him, Rob's eyes moved down once again from the range of collars and leashes hanging from small metal hooks on the wall. Underneath were shelves: the top shelf displayed an unsettling row of dog hoods on featureless mannequin heads. Their sightless eyes seemed to be staring at him, judging him. Below that was a shelf of more leather apparel, mostly bondage cuffs or gloves that covered hands, leaving the wearer at the mercy of whoever had put them on him. Then were the miscellaneous boxes: dildos to make you feel like you were getting fucked by a dog's cock, sleeves that turned your own shaft into a canine red rocket, butt plugs with tails. There were even some dog bowls down the bottom.

Although Rob had been lingering in this section for a while, he didn't think anything of it. If anyone asked, he'd make it very clear he had no secret, suppressed need he might even consider looking to fill with any of the goods around him.Curiosity. That's all it is. And getting out of the cold. I just had a bunch of time to kill before the next bus, and I just got curious about what they sell here. That's all.

Hairs rose on the back of Rob's neck. Although his eyes had been busy, his other senses informed him he was no longer alone. Starting to feel flush, he decided that he would just get out of this nice man's way.Let an actual_patron inspect the goods._Mumbling, "Sorry, I'll just get out of your way," Rob stepped back into the area he thought was empty behind him.

As soon as the heel of his shoe hit hard leather instead of the expected grimy tile, Rob jerked his foot away. Caught off-balance, he almost stumbled right into the shelves in his desire to not just not step on the person behind him, but get away from them. Further embarrassed, Rob's face turned hot, his arms moving to minimise the catastrophe he expected to cause. It worsened as large, steadying hands smacked down on his shoulders, halting him mid-stumble. They squeezed.Like he's testing my meat. Rob froze in pace.

"Woah there! Shopping for yourself, or a friend?" inquired a gravelly voice. Twisting his head, Rob glanced up into the face of the man who'd caught him. Everything about him seemed tall and broad: his square, weather-beaten face; his chest and torso, pectorals and slight gut pushing against a black t-shirt flanked by the sides of an open black leather jacket; even his legs were massive oblongs of dark denim that disappeared into scuffed, chunky workman's boots. Despite being inside on a cloudy day, the man's eyes were hidden by thick sunglasses.

"N-no, just looking, er, I mean, my bus..." Rob tried to get out his practiced response, but it had gotten all jumbled up in his head. After the initial shock, he tried to squirm gently out of the stranger's firm grip._What's he going to do to me?_Panic set his heart racing. Just being in this place gave Rob ideas of what this man might want to do to him.

Squatting down, the stranger moved to Rob's eye level, seeming to stare at him with the same unsettling emotionlessness that had unnerved him about the hooded mannequin heads. Flaring his nostrils, he sucked in the air mere inches from Rob's chest. "Hmm. Don't smell much like a master to me." Reaching up, he scratched at the peppery stubble covering his square jaw. A narrow gap formed between his lips, showing Rob his glistening, uneven teeth. They, too, separated, a flattened tongue filling the crack. "Guess that makes you a dog. You got a master, dog, or are you out hunting for one? Gotta be careful, make sure you find a good one."

Rob felt the stranger's eyes undress him down to his skeleton. Sweat exploded out of Rob at the attention. Instinctively, he gasped, his mouth hanging open to help cool himself down. Choosing to embarrass him further, his body concentrated a lot of the heat in his pants, and his penis swelled into a half-bulge that he prayed wasn't noticeable.

Standing and panting, it slowly dawned on Rob that the shoulder-squeezing was just leftover sensation. Both of the stranger's thumbs were tucked in his waistband, letting out the built-up musk from his crotch right under his nose. Even though he_could_move, he didn't, feeling himself becoming more and more erect, and, like a deer caught in headlights, too startled to move. Rob stayed that way, even when the stranger jerked out his right thumb, that hand reaching into his pocket.

"I'm on the look-out for a dog, myself." Rob continued staring as the stranger pulled a business card from his wallet. "Don't have one at the moment.Very_picky about my dogs in the past. Gotta be. Man's best friend, as they say. Gotta have friends you can trust with everything, and who trust you with everything. You smell like you'd make a good dog. If you were mine, I'd show you everything that a good master should be." Pressing the business card into Rob's gaping mouth, he added, "Up to you, though. Think about it. Hard. If you want me, meet me there._Alone. Have to start trusting each other right away, don't we?"

Underneath the sunglasses, the serious, hungry lips split into a wide grin. Rob felt like a weight was actually off his shoulders, even though he felt the stranger's eyes on him. Studying Rob for a moment, he grabbed a handful of large, spiked collars from the display case. "Just in case you say yes. Got everything else you'd want or need at home. It's a big drive back here. I like my privacy. Try to just keep it to me and my dog."

Suddenly, the stranger strode away, heading to the counter. Rob was left alone and temporarily immobile. Once the hairs on the back of his neck stopped standing up, Rob sunk down below the top of the counter, pulling the business card from his mouth. Still feeling hot and sweaty, he looked at the card. No name, other than possibly Typhon; the card was for somewhere called Typhon Auto Parts and Scrap. Instead of a normal ampersand, the "and" was part of a long, thick design that was otherwise draped over the words. Although even he was sure it was simply a stylised snake, Rob could only picture the design as a massive, flaccid, twisted penis.

Legs sprawled on the floor, Rob waited and willed his unwanted erection to disappear; he_couldn't_bring himself to leave before it had. Let him buy those collars and get out! Rob couldn't imagine what the man would think if he thought Rob was following him out. What shocked him was that part of him_wanted_to imagine that. What the hell's wrong with me?!

Footsteps approached, and Rob's senses were suddenly on high alert. They didn't sound heavy and determined; more soft and curious, but insistent or maybe worried. Quickly pretending to tie his shoe to conceal his erection, Rob looked up, then turned down.What if I'm wrong? What if it_is_him coming back?

That fear proved unwarranted; a very different voice - male, but with a feminine lilt and a slight lisp - inquired, "Hi there, do you need any help with, er, anything?"

"No, thank you," Rob answered, satisfied he'd manage to tuck his erection into his waistband where it wouldn't be noticeable. Slipping the business card into his pocket as he stood - paranoia made him worried just being_seen_with the card would get earn him a knowing look or a wink - he hoped the floor would just swallow him up.If it did crack open, I think I'd jump in."That, uh, that guy just stepped on my lace. I was just looking around while I waited for my bus."

That answer seemed to be satisfactory. "Oh, okay! Well, if you_do_see something you like, or you need help with anything, I'll be out front!" The proprietor, or employee - Rob didn't know or care - made him feel even more awkward by lingering for another second, as if he expected Rob to change his mind. Once he was finally gone, Rob, counted to five, then slunk out the long way. Not even the weird display could humiliate him further; he had hit the bottom there. All he wanted to do now was just leave without being noticed.

Wending his way out of the store, Rob hurried back to the bus stop, where he saw the bus slow. Now he found the wintry air welcome: it stopped his uncontrollable sweating, disguised his excited shaking as shivering, and wrangled his penis into a manageable soft appendage that slipped back into place in his underwear. Slinking down to the back of the bus, he let out a shuddering sigh as the bus chugged back into motion a few seconds later.

On the ride home, Rob hoped to put the encounter behind him, yet he thought of nothing else. His brain seemed particularly fixated on the strange man himself.He's not even my type! I don't even_have _a type! He does, but I'm not into that stuff._He felt his face grow hotter again. _Okay, well maybe_it's a little interesting, but nothing strong enough to make me want to move into some stranger at his junkyard and let him use me for sex and treat me like a dog!_

Going into more detail just made everything worse for Rob. Squeezing himself against the wall of the bus, he hoped nobody would look at his crotch, where his erection returned with a raging vengeance.All this bouncing up and down, I shouldn't have sat above the rear axle. Leaning his face against the window, he stared out, not really noticing any of the buildings or cars or people that the bus passed.

Without realising that he felt tired, Rob's eyes drifted closed, and he nodded off. Almost immediately, a dream assaulted him. His subconscious returned him to the shop; instead of toys and pornography, however, the dream variant sold "pets". Guys of all sorts looked out of cages, wearing leather dog hoods - ones that looked like actual dog's heads - and sporting those leather "paws" over hands that pressed up against the bars. Some of the guys really did look like dogs; their bodies fairly hairy, long tongues lolling over the zippers on their hood's muzzles, and their erections sported elaborate cock-sleeves with veins that pulsed and that gleamed with what he took as lubricant. Spinning around, Rob tried to leave, but here there was no way in or out. A familiar hand fell on his shoulder. He didn't even have to look, but he did anyway: it was_him_. Still wearing the sunglasses, the only other clothing he wore was a black cowboy hat and boots; everything else was on display, distorted by being on a saddle. Since the middle of the room was clear of shelves, there was plenty of room for the stranger to sit astride his "horse": this man was clad head to toe in a shiny black costume that seemed to distort his body to the point he actually_did_look kind of like a horse. Under his belly there was a _massive_erection, also covered in shiny blackness, and ridiculously oversized balls. Rob's eyes snapped away from them as the stranger moved his hand, pointing at one of the cages. Following his arm, Rob saw it was empty, and open. Looking down, he noticed he was naked. Coming from everywhere, the stranger's voice asked, "Want to get back in your cage, dog?"

Snapping awake, Rob immediately clamped his jaw shut to stifle whatever noise his body wanted him to make._Oh no!_Burning with levels of embarrassment he didn't realise he could reach, he felt a familiar stickiness oozing down his leg, his traitorous cock still sticking out of the appropriate side of his underwear. Smashing the button, he squeezed the back of the seat in front of him._Come on, come on!_As soon as the bus slowed to stop - well before the one he would normally use - Rob bolted off the bus. After a few well-needed breaths, he started walking the rest of the way home.

Nothing could stop his face burning. While he walked, his mind lingered on both his actual and dreamed encounters. Only reaching for his wallet once he was sure his erection wouldn't return for a third time, he pulled out the card.How can I be seriously_thinking of doing this?_ Although he found the male form sexually pleasing, Rob didn't think that man would be the kind he'd have something like this over.It's just because he was confident. Charismatic. A man who knows what he wants. Shoving the card and his hands in his pockets as the cold wind blew harder, Rob frowned.I wish I knew what_I _wanted.

As he got closer to home, Rob's mind had dissected and re-dissected the real encounter he'd had. His mind wanted to think of the dream, but he stubbornly refused these instincts.He was certainly weird, and creepy, but I can't really remember him doing or saying anything that I can remember being a massive red flag. Maybe that's just what guys like that talk like?_Some of the warmth left his face, and circled pleasantly around in his chest._Maybe he just wanted to come on to you, let him know he was interesting and wanted to know if I was interested too?_Arriving at his building, a realisation struck. _I don't suppose there's all that many guys really into that nearby. If he's really into this pet-play stuff, he might have just got a bit too excited seeing someone he thought was a kindred spirit?

Pushing open his front door, Rob sighed. Home was a small, cold, empty flat._Be nice to have someone big and warm to snuggle up with._Shaking his head, he locked himself in, staring at the lock as he felt like the biggest idiot._No, stop it! He was just a weird, aggressive strange loner who lives at a junkyard and wants to get you out there to fuck and treat like his dog. He might even just want to kill you._Stripping off and frowning at the smear down his trouser leg, he bundled them up and threw them in the laundry. Somehow, he just couldn't convince himself that this guy was dangerous, no matter how sensible or logical that seemed to be.

After dumping his clothes, Rob went to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, Rob studied himself in the mirror as he waited for the water to run warm.Why did I think I'd look different? Like what, I __would actually be turning into a dog?_ What's wrong with me?Running his hands through his short black hair, he sighed. _You're not a dog; you're just another average-looking person. An average-looking, lonely person who is thinking way too seriously about a crazy encounter because you wish you had someone to come home to.

"Ugh!" Rob stepped into the water.Is that all this is? Being too horny and too needy for my own good?_It wasn't like he was completely alone; he had friends he talked to regularly, but most of them lived far away and aside from some joke flirting, no romance or sex in his life so far. He had considered the usual: apps, websites, places where men went to meet other men, but Rob really didn't find any of those appealing._Why would I want to be with someone who did that if_I_don't even want to do that?

Blinking, another thought invaded Rob's head.Is that_why I went into that shop today?_ Other stores had been open; not many, of course, but a few that were certainly more socially acceptable to go in and browse. Of course, the chances of meeting another gay men in those places were far lower. Worrying further, he rubbed the soap over his body.

While he washed, Rob continued to play over the encounter in his head, like an addict desperate to relive the latest high. Despite orgasming on the bus, his body responded to the thoughts whirling around in his head. Letting the warm water course down his back, he stood with his legs apart, hands sliding over himself in a way that wasn't entirely to do with getting clean._The water feels nice, like hands running down my back. Petting me._Spending a lot of time lathering up his privates, he let the soap clatter onto the floor, watching the water trailing off the tip of his half-erect dick and the lowest-hanging part of his sack.

Despite knowing he was alone, Rob looked around.It's private. Nobody would know. Slowly, nervously, he dropped to his knees, planting his hands down on the shower floor._Woof woof._Immediately, he felt silly, but with the water washing over him, he had to shut his eyes, giving his mind free rein over what he pictured. Opening his mouth, he began to pant, imagining himself wearing one of those dog hoods over his own face; the water became an actual hand, petting his fantasy fur with firm, stiff fingers.

Rob shifted his weight, supporting himself with his head leaning against the wall. One hand wrapped around his cock, the other reached around the back to his hole. Showering and soaping had made it feel warm and wet, and squatting pushed it within easy reach. Although he rarely ever did this, he felt compelled to do so now._Lucky for me, I don't have claws._Pushing his middle finger's tip against his sphincter, it opened easily and soon he was rubbing his prostate.

Projecting the sensation of his body turning into that of a dog, Rob gasped, flexing his imaginary new canine body.Good dog. Good dog._Sliding down to his knees, he moaned. All the sexual thoughts rampaging through his head left him unable to feel embarrassed or ashamed; he was too excited, too aroused to let that bother him. Stroking furiously, he relaxed his jaw._What would it be like to suck him off? How big is he?_Rob's mind made it massive. _Bet it'd fill my mouth. No, my muzzle. I'm his dog. His good dog.

Breathing in raggedly, Rob shifted again. Sending the soap skittering, he sprawled on his back, legs in the air, feet slapped against the wall. Picturing those strange sunglass-covered eyes staring into him again, he next imagined the stranger's strong hands gently scratching his belly where the shower was now hitting him. Sliding two fingers into his ass now, Rob waited eagerly for his fantasy master to penetrate him. Rob's cock thrummed; he knew actually being fucked in the ass in the aggressive way he imagined would hurt, but he didn't care. He_wanted_to be pinned down. He wanted_to have that stranger fuck him and cuddle him and call him a good dog. He_wanted_to _be a good dog for him.

You're just a dog. That's all you are. Dogs don't worry about jobs. You just do what your master tells you, and he looks after you. Pets you. Hugs you. Fucks you the way you like it. Gets you hard and horny, pounding your ass. Reaching his hand around. Stroke. Stroke. Because you're his good dog. His good-

Groaning, Rob's hand tugged only slightly, but it was enough. Hot cum splashed on his chest, quickly washing away as the shower spray beat down. Managing a few more strokes, he felt his head flood with a familiar lightness. Everything apart from his cock went limp; that still quivered and shot.

Normality returned slowly. Feeling self-conscious about wasting water, Rob wriggled his foot over to halt the spray. Sprawling for a few more seconds, he sighed, and got back to his feet. Wrapping the towel around him, he closed his eyes. He couldn't bare to look at himself now; he felt immensely ashamed at having done and thought of all of that.

Patting himself down gave Rob time to dwell on it further.Don't lie to yourself. You liked that a_lot.He knew it was true; even with the water working to wash away his spunk, he had shot much more then than he usually managed. Nothing he'd found before had ever really done it for him like that fantasy had._If anything, I've got something great to think about when I'm next in the mood.

Ignoring his stomach's rumbles, Rob walked over to his bed and flopped onto it, pulling the covers over his still-naked body. His head was still soaring, and none of the tense nervousness of the day seemed to be left in him. More tired than hungry, he resolved to have a large breakfast.Or dinner. I might just need a quick nap.

Eyes shut and breathing slowly, Rob expected sleep would come soon. However, his brain wouldn't settle down, constantly dredging up the mental burr that was the fantasy of being that stranger's dog. Playing calming music didn't help. Neither did complete silence. Eventually, his body exhausted the post-ejaculation chemicals pumping around him, and after some thrashing, slipped out of bed.

Slumped-shouldered, Rob padded into the kitchen, grabbing some leftovers and chucking them into the microwave. While his food warmed up, Rob went to pull on some clothes: the bed covers had kept him warm, but he couldn't drag those around. Not bothering with underwear, he pulled on some soft, thick tops and trousers that he used for pyjamas when things really got cold. As soon as the microwave beeped, he pulled out his food, dragging his feet over to his sofa. Still feeling tired but unable to sleep, Rob turned on his television, sticking something to have on in the background as he ate. Everything tasted flat, like he'd cooked cardboard and air.

What's wrong with me? Rob ate robotically, just staring ahead as his brain tried to figure itself out.How can I get this obsessed over something? That's not normal! Am I going crazy? Genuinely considering the question, Rob decided that he wasn't.Just think: what is_actually_going on? I've been feeling horny and lonely lately, so I go into a sex shop, probably to see if something in there would help. Only jackpot! Someone pays attention to me, thinking of me as someone worthy of fucking. I just got a one-two punch of figuring out a fetish and getting hit on, that's all. If I wait, it'll get ov-

As he'd been thinking, Rob had gone over the encounter one final time. Suddenly alert, he put his plate down and went for his wallet. It was remembering the weird poster of pills that had triggered the connection in his head. Taking out the business card, he studied it._He put it in my mouth. What if it had something on it? What if he_drugged _me?_It was certainly possible, assuming there had been some powder or something on the card._Are there drugs that can give you fetishes though? Was all of this just a big coincidence, and he just slipped me something that got me really horny?_There just seemed too many possibilities, and Rob closed his mind to let his brain work through it, undistracted.

What if he does this to someone else? Rob didn't want that, but he didn't like the vague undercurrent that he felt; that it wasn't to protect other people from a dangerous predator, but that he wanted to make sure_he_didn't miss out on getting to be the new dog. Pacing back and forth, he tried to figure out what to do next.Call the police? Warn the shop, just in case he comes in again? Will anyone believe me? Examining the card again, he couldn't find any traces of any powders or liquids.

With a slow, sickening feeling, Rob realised what he actually wanted to do was to drive out and confront the stranger.Why am I being so stupid? He even_told me _he lived out in the middle of nowhere. Get the police onto it. Tell the shop. Do nothing._Anything_else is what a normal person would do. That argument didn't work, the same way it didn't work the first time he tried to think rationally. Even just thinking about the stranger made him want to get up, hop in his car and go.

Alright. If you're going to be_stupid, at least be sensible about it. Drive out there, and just check it out later, when he's asleep or at least not out and about. Maybe just sitting here, not really doing anything is making me stupid. I'll need to be alert and focused on something other than all that to get there safely. And then..._

First, Rob got up to make himself some coffee. It wasn't normally his thing, but he kept some around just in case. While the water was boiling, he went and dressed properly: clean underwear, jeans, a clean shirt, and a sweater. Pulling on some socks, he went out and dispensed the boiling water. Leaving it to cool for a while, he checked out the address, and the directions to get there. The junkyard really_was_tucked away in the middle of nowhere; it was past what he thought were the outskirts of town, surrounded by trees on three sides and an industrial road on the fourth.

Somehow, not even knowing that made Rob want to stop. Drinking his coffee, he hunted around for his keys; he had been in a weird state when he came home, and didn't really remember what he'd done with them. Just as he was about to give up, his rationality pleased that this compulsive idiocy had been thwarted, he got an idea. Sure enough, he'd left his keys in his pocket when he'd removed the trousers he'd jizzed in.Guess I'm really doing this then.

Although he had a car, parking near where he worked was too expensive, so Rob usually took the bus.Doubt there's a bus that goes out there. Getting in his car, he checked the glove compartment. Inside was the flashlight he kept for emergencies.Is being mortally stupid an emergency? Guess so. Whatever daylight was left was disappearing rapidly; by the time it took to drive out there, it'd be dark.

While driving, Rob waited for sense to return, and for his body and brain to come to an agreement and turn around. That never happened.Drive's interesting, I guess. Rarely going out at night, Rob didn't get to see what things were like in the evenings. Couples and families were eating out at restaurants. Some places were open only at night, and he whizzed past places where music spilled out onto the streets. He thought of going to the shop again, seeing if that was open.Maybe if I'd bought something, I wouldn't be doing this right now. He didn't; he kept driving, leaving the commercial district behind. Entering the industry park, he was a little surprised at how many things were still going on: trucks driving around, making deliveries or transporting goods. People were still in offices, lit up in windows he could only glimpse at during red lights. Heading further out, it really felt like he was leaving the normal world behind him.At least the human world. Trees sprung up, surrounding him; most of the traffic on the road was trucks, and he was sure he was getting a few odd looks from the other drivers.

Finally, Rob was there. Waiting for a break in the traffic coming the other way, he turned over, heading down the short gravel driveway to the closed front gate._This is the place._His headlights illuminated the sign; it matched the card aside from being more weather-beaten and faded. Rob flicked them off._I don't want him noticing I'm here. Not just yet._Instead, he just sat there, listening to his own heavy breathing. The stranger hadn't lied about being out in the middle of nowhere._It's not the only thing he hadn't lied about._Rob squirmed, remembering the shower.

With the headlights off, Rob couldn't see much until a vehicle passed by and splashed the area with a couple of seconds of light. There wasn't much to see: just the fence and the jagged outline of piles of rusting, disemboweled cars. Deeper in, there was a couple of buildings set in the back. One was larger and closer, with tall, wide doors.Guess that's the garage or the offices or something? Past that, and a mound of other wrecks, was a small, shaded rectangle of intermittent light.Guess he's watching TV or something?

Fortunately Rob hadn't eaten much, or he would have soiled himself when something wrapped against the window. He_did_wet himself when he saw it was the butt of a rifle. "Private property," growled the voice that had been playing in Rob's head non-stop. The shadowy figure bent down.For fuck's sake, he's_still_wearing sunglasses? He started to grin; apparently, the shades did not inhibit his eyesight as he shone a torch in, forcing Rob to wince. The gun lowered. "Well, well! Ain't this a nice surprise! You want to come in, dog?"

No. Yes."I don't know," Rob answered the best way he could, shrugging in case he couldn't be heard.

Still staring in at Rob, the grin shrank a little, although that might have been to help him lick his lips. "I see. Still_browsing_, right? Don't browse too long; I only have the space for one dog. Gonna go open the gate. I'll count to ten, and then close it. Don't come in if you ain't_sure._" Standing up, he waltzed over, rifle aimed at the ground. A moment later, the world seemed to shake as what was apparently a very rusted gate screamed slowly open. He disappeared through the widening opening, stepping away just enough to let Rob's car come in without hitting him. Opening fully, the gate's mechanism groaned to a stop. "One!"

Rob looked down, realising he had pissed himself, and that he'd soaked the seat.Fuck!

"Two!"

_Don't go in!_His brain was pleading with him now, desperate.

"Three!"

Rob fumbled for the keys, his hands shaking he didn't know whether he'd even be able to get the car to move_any_which way. Guess you're lucky, he might sell you some spare parts!

"Four!"

Mercifully, the key turned; the headlights of Rob's car blossomed. It showed him that the man was still wearing what he'd been wearing earlier that day.God, that feels so long ago now!

"Five! Six!"

Although the counting was steady and even, time seemed to be speeding up for Rob as the deadline approached.

"Seven! Eight! Nine!"

Rob flooded the accelerator, his car lurching forwards through the gate. Yelping, he raised it and slammed it down on the brake before he could crash into one of the towers of crushed metal. Gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles were almost popping out, his eyes opened wide, staring straight ahead, unable to think or even process the input of his senses.

What broke Rob out of that was the feeling of the ground shaking as the gate started to close. Panting, he collapsed, starting to cry as a release for all sorts of things swirling in his head. Wiping his eyes, being startled again as a flashlight was swung at his face. "Alright, dog, you're mine now. Get out."

What have I done?_Rob complied; the man, after all, had a gun. _Besides, isn't that why you came out here in the first place? To do something this stupid? Gripping his keys, he felt the cold air hitting the big wet spot on his pants. His body started to shiver.

Squatting down again, the man sniffed him. "Heh, pissed yourself, huh dog? 'salright, I'll get you nice and cleaned up soon. Just first, the keys." Sticking out his meaty hand, he clarified. "Hand 'em over. Dogs don't drive."

Shaking, Rob handed them over, his eyes still on the gun. The man traded them for the flashlight. Before Rob could do anything but let out a startled yelp, the man's arm bent. Grunting, he threw the keys, sending them flying over the fence and into the surrounding woods. Rob didn't even hear them hit the ground; they just disappeared into the shaded outlines of the trees. "Why did-"

"This ain't a game of fetch, dog. You made your choice. Now, come on! You'll get sick standing out here all wet!"

Shuddering, Rob tucked his free arm around himself and took the lead, swinging the flashlight in front of him. The stranger didn't say anything as they walked through the rows of rusty metal pillars. He was just_there_, a throbbing beacon of heat and life in this cold, inorganic place. Although he didn't say anything, he did rest his own free hand on Rob's shoulder. It felt so reassuring that Rob almost wanted to cry again, but he didn't think that would be wise.Oh, so now_you worry about doing the sensible thing!_

"Home sweet home!" Rob illuminated the shack; it could very well have been smaller than his place. Taking his hand off the shoulder, the stranger grabbed the door's handle. Being unlocked, it swung open easily, showing the insides to Rob as he stepped inside.

For a small room - for that's all there was, just the one room - there was a lot crammed inside. Just inside the door was a large, iron pot-bellied stove, burning away on top of brickwork that circled roughly around it. A small pile of wood rested beside it, and the coarse, dirty carpet bore a few burn marks nearby. Once the door was shut, which made Rob squirm, the room quickly heated. Some iron pots and pans hung from hooks on the wall by the stove, with others, a kettle, and a single plate on the small bit of counter by a deep sink made out of what looked like concrete. An old, creaky double bed squatted in the room, with boxes of junk stuffed underneath. From one of the bedposts hung the collars the stranger had bought._For me._There was a bookshelf, stuffed with mostly adult magazines, sporting nude men on the covers that hadn't faded away; there were a few books, but their covers were leather and Rob had no clue as to their titles. Although there was a single light-bulb dangling from the ceiling - an old-fashioned switch was near the door - it wasn't on. Like he'd thought, the light was coming from an old, square television squatting in the corner, with a VCR player sitting on top of it.

"There we go, get yourself warmed up, dog." The stranger locked the door, sighing. "Take off those wet clothes, you ain't gonna need them."

"But, I..."

"You wanna get sick?" Rob just stared at him._Yeah, they are wet, but... but what? _Noticing he still had the gun, he complied. Squatting down, he unlaced his shoes as he sat on the floor, then took off his socks one by one. Moving slowly to buy his time, he watched the man carefully. He walked over to sit on the bed, the mattress sinking under his weight and the bed frame groaning. Resting the gun against the wall, he tugged one of the boxes out from underneath. "Got some new stuff in here for ya!" Looking at Rob, the small smile that had been on his face disappeared, and he shrugged, "Maybe not tonight. Guess we'll see."

Rob looked over at the gun.Could I? Door's shut. **_ Can't get out.**_Shaking his head, he took off his sweater. Sitting so close to the stove was starting to make him sweaty again, and in here any more than one layer was too much. The man had a similar idea; checking to see that the curtain over the one window was, in fact shut, he moaned, sliding off his jacket.

What Rob saw made him freeze.What?!_Freed from the jacket sleeves, he saw that the man's muscular arms were hairy. No, furry! _ Like a dog! _They certainly didn't look like a dog's limbs, but Rob couldn't believe a human could look like that._Maybe he's got some weird condition? I guess that would explain_why_he's so strange and private.

Next, he pulled off his t-shirt, and Rob felt himself mirroring the action, pulling it over his head quickly just to look. It wasn't just his arms that were hairy, his whole body was covered in that thick grey fur. It wasn't the only thing; Rob noticed a thick, bushy tail flop out, and a row of short black nipples running down his abdomen. That looked odd too; what he had taken for a gut wasn't so much that but a more canine-like torso. A thick tube of furry skin stuck over the top of his jeans.

They were the next thing to go. Oh yeah... _ Hrgh! _Blushing, Rob turned; the man wore no underwear, so his junk was on full display as he pulled down his jeans. Moaning, he wriggled his legs as if wearing clothes was a massive burden. Heavy. _ Confining. __Wet._Already hot, the air felt suddenly thick; Rob caught himself sniffing, then stopped._I really should get out of these._Loosening what was left of the clothing on his body, Rob slipped out. By now, he wasn't too surprised to find that his erection was back; all the jiggling was bound to cause it while his brain was this messed up. It's the smell too. _ Yeah, he smells so good. _

Both of them were naked now. Rob sat huddled on the floor, his body drying off and warming up as he tried to hide his erection. Although the man wasn't erect, he did seem a lot more relaxed. His sunglasses were off, sitting on a small table by the bed. Looking over at Rob with golden eyes, he shifted, lifting up his feet - which were actually massive dog paws - and rested them on the bed, aiming them right at Rob. "You can sleep there if you want; some of my past dogs liked sitting close to the fire too. Just don't get too close, or you'll burn yourself. Might wanna think about joining me on the bed though. After an hour of not getting fed, the fire'll go out, and you might freeze your balls off." Laying back, he called out. "I'm gonna watch my stuff, dog. You can join me if you want, when you want."

Join him! Rob stayed huddled on the floor, ignoring his thoughts. Still tired and feeling gross from wetting himself, he looked about; the sink was the only thing he could see to wash himself off in, and that was being used. "Um, do you, uh, have a b-bath or a sh-shower I can use?"

Propping himself up on his elbows, the strange dog-like man chuckled. "There's a hose and tub outside; you ain't gonna want to use_that_tonight! If you're worried about the piss, it don't worry me none. Dogs are supposed to stink, anyways."

_ Join him! Rob edged closer, scooting along the floor. That feels good! He halted, flushing with embarrassment. _Am I already acting like a dog?_Only now he was caught. It was getting too hot to sit that close to the fire, especially scrunched up like he was, which only seemed to heat up his crotch even more. Looking down, the head of his cock looked to be pleading with him, drooling. Join him! _ Join him!

Frowning, Rob tried to think of a way to move that kept his arousal secret while shifting away from the fire. Only, the one way to go was towards the bed, and_he_was there. This whole situation was bizarre.There's nothing stopping me from leaving, other than the locked shut door. Only, the keys in the lock, though. I_could_get out. It's cold and dark. That was true. I'm also naked._Running out to the street naked was possible, but he'd have to sneak around if he came after him with his gun. Would he? _

Rob looked at the stranger, and scratched at the back of his neck. He was still sweating - the room was very pretty hot - but it all dried quickly, leaving his body feeling itchy and gross.He'd have to get dressed as well, to hide all that fur. I wonder what it's like to touch it. Ugh, just stop it_! I need to think!Only, Rob didn't even know where to start. _Nothing makes sense. Why is he like that? Why isn't he...

_ Why isn't he fucking us right now? _ Because you haven't let him know you want to. That seemed to underly the whole point that confused Rob the most. He could do_anything_he wants with me, but other than keeping me here, he's not doing anything. He didn't even put the collar collars on me. Was I right? Was he just looking for someone to be his "dog", and I just agreed to it?

Edging closer, Rob asked, "What are you-"

"Ssh! Quit your barking, dog!" He was staring at the television, head propped up on pillows. The bed started creaking and groaning; then_he_was groaning, and Rob heard a wet slapping sound. He's jacking off. Go over and look. _ Sniff it. _ Lick it. Declining to do any of those things, Rob got on his side, sliding over until he could see the screen.

It was some kind of exotic porno, that looked like it was shot a long time ago. Although the image was warped, grainy, crackled with static, and the sound was muted, but it was still very clear what was going on._ Hot! _On the television, a minotaur - a very obviously male one - had a wriggling naked young man bound in chains. A huge tongue came out of his mouth, his wide nostrils flaring as they sniffed and licked the young man's lean, smooth body.

Rob turned, startled as the man spoke. "This stuff's well before your time. That's the way of things, back where I grew up. You'll learn." He leaned over the edge, looking at Rob. Rob's eyes shifted, looking at his erection._I was wrong about a lot, but not how huge that is!_Golden eyes lit up, and the stranger said, "You scared?" Rob nodded. This got a chuckle. "Figured. New dogs always gotta get a feel for a new place, and a new master. C'mere. Just sit and relax a bit. And don't worry about me seeing it, you've seen mine, so we might as well be even."

_I guess._Standing up, Rob moved to sit down; first facing him, then, at his insistence, turning around as he sat up too. Nervousness grew up in him as he waited for whatever was going to happen to happen. Hearing the bed squeak some more, he felt the man's furry legs slide on either side. Breathing in heavily, he took in a lungful of musk. Fuck me! Strong hands fell on Rob's shoulders once again, the fingers and thumbs kneading his flesh.

Opening his mouth, Rob stopped when he got an answer to his question. "You're all tense. It ain't good for ya. Figure I'd help, work out all that nerves." He laughed. "Might take a while, you're a skittish little dog, aren't ya?" Laughing more, though with a bit of embarrassment in his tone, he added, "I might leak on ya a bit; it don't mean nothin', but you interrupted me during my private time."

Rob could feel the man's cock, thick and red and hard, brushing at the back of his neck. It should have been unpleasant, but he didn't find it to be.I mean, I_do_want to have sex with other men, that kind of thing is bound to happen, right? Right! Plus this just feels... really good, oh yeah, so good... Whatever this guy was doing to his shoulders was a miracle. Rob hadn't realised he'd been this tense._Not just about all this though. About everything. That's why being a dog is so good; if you've got a good master, you don't have to worry about any of that kind of thing. _

Panting slowly, Rob felt himself stop worrying, trying to pay attention to the video. Only watching the minotaur have his way with the young guy, who seemed to be into getting blown, judging by the way he held those horns, got Rob riled up himself. Putting his hands on the carpet, he felt the massaging stop, and the petting start. Such a simple act - running a hand through his short black hair - was enough to make him feel wanted and loved.I've only known him for less than a day, but I know he cares about me and_I want to show I care about him too._ Pushing his head back, he heard a whispered, "Good dog," as fingers reached down and scratched at his chest. Heat radiated between his eyes as Rob felt the cock sitting there. Pre-cum splashed down on his chest, which felt all prickly.

I've been missing out._Rob felt an explosion of senses swirl in his nose and splash down his throat._Pre smells_great!_ Panting so hard that his drool was running out of the corners of his mouth as his tongue flopped about, he tilted his head back, enjoying the hot sexual fluid running down his neck, then his chest.

Remembering his dream, Rob realised what it was all about.That was me telling myself I'd been keeping myself in a cage. I don't want to be in a cage. _ I want to be free to be a wild, horny beast! Yeah._Moaning now, he squeezed his arms and legs around the stranger, enjoying the feeling of that hair rubbing against his needy cock. Hearing another chuckle, he heard the man comment, "Knew I was right about you!"

What should I do now? Please him. _ He'll please you too, he's a good master. _"Master, I..." Rob mumbled, turning to meet those golden eyes of his, but instead finding himself breathing heavily against his cock.

Do it!Do it! Yes!

Rob's mouth opened wider, short spurts of worry filling his head.What do I do, what do I do?_He'd never sucked a penis before, not even practicing on a dildo. Seeing it done and doing it were very different. Don't think so much. _ Just act, Master will tell you if you're doing it wrong. __Yeah, that makes sense, he's had other dogs before...

Of course, watching one guy suck off another gave Rob some idea of the basics, but his porn-viewing experiences didn't cover the particular situation he now faced. Extruding from the hairy tube attached to the man's thick chest was something that looked a lot like the dog dildos from the store. Only this one was very much alive and real, as unbelievable as that might have been.Then again, if you'd ask me this morning if I'd be sucking another man's cock, I wouldn't believe_that_either._Thick and pointed, Rob had to pull it down slightly in order to angle the penis in the right way. Even the head was different._Strange, but alluring. Yes, it's nice isn't it?Come on, taste it!

Guiding the erection into his mouth, Rob tried to remember what it was he should be doing, then quickly gave up.Someone had to figure this out first, or nobody would know what to do, so it can't be_that_hard... Just do what you feel!Taste it, lick it, suck it, yeah... Trying his best, he started to suck and lick.

Warm hands wrapped around Rob's head, thick thumbs flicking his ears, which sent odd tingles down his body. "Careful with those teeth!" Rob obliged, pushing his jaws open wider.Then how do I suck? Try just your lips. Slide them over your teeth. _Oh yeah..._Chalking up the idea to a memory that slowly surfaced from the sex shop - the large, startled-looking mouths on the inflatable sex dolls - he pulled his jaws apart, sliding his lips down over them. More of the hot shaft could fit in, although it still felt really big.

"Better!" The response was punctuated with a satisfied grunt. "Took you for a quick learner, dog. Good to see I haven't lost my touch." Rob felt his ears being rubbed and stretched, then the fingers stretching around his head started rubbing his hair. Already bobbing slowly, Rob practiced with a few slow sucks first, then started to speed up. He was impressed at how easier it felt now; his jaw and the muscles of his face were starting to ache, but he thought he could push through it. When he felt it start to drool, the hot, salty fluid spiking the taste buds on his tongue, he knew for certain that he was doing it right. Knowing that filled him with a warm sense of pride.I'm doing it! I'm actually doing it! I don't suck at sucking! Ha ha ha!

Enjoying having his head cradled in big strong hands, and feeling a heavy, oozing cock pushing through his lips and sliding over his tongue, dousing him in pre-cum, Rob felt something click, like the last piece pressed into a jigsaw puzzle. There was no way he would ever leave; he couldn't even_think_of being anywhere but here.Fuck this_feels_ so good! Pleasing him - pleasuring his Master - felt so _right._Tingles spread through him, spreading right down his spin made the flesh wriggly.

_ Sucking him_ off is the best! Rob never imagined just how great it would be to press his nose into another man's crotch, letting that musky odour fill him. Jealously his butthole twitched._ I wonder_ what_that_ feels like. Just getting fucked... Resolving to try that out at least once, he went back to enjoying everything about it: the heat of their bodies writhing together, the taste of Master's cock and his juices, the throbbing of his neglected erection. Master's obvious satisfaction with him made him proud: he loved hearing him moan like that - making him do that - just using his mouth and tongue. Staring at Master's crotch, watching his breath quicken, seemed to put an extra gleam into his eyes.

"Fuck!" Master groaned, "Stop a sec. I wanna hump your mouth, and we need ta..." Looking about, Master frowned; Rob was worried that he was angry._ Did we_ do_something_ _wrong?_Some of the happiness that had been building up cooled, and his shoulders slumped. That stopped when Master's hand shot out to rub his head as the other stroked himself. Rob snuffled at the air, panting and drooling. "Good dog, lemme just see... need ta clean up here a bit more tomorrow..."

Eventually, Master grabbed Rob, hiking him up on the bed with him. Underneath, the bed frame protested at the extra weight, but stayed firm. He's _ so strong!_Having a strong Master made Rob's chest swell with pride, and pressing his face into Master's side, he stuck out his tongue, licking at his furry flank. "Silly dog!" Master replied, but his tone made it clear he wasn't angry. "Right, let's see how good ya are at taking orders. When I say, get under me and get your mouth ready. Might be a bit rough on ya, so if ya start hurting, just let me know."

Rob watched Master grab the bed's head board, planting his paws down. In this position, with his head looking forwards, he seemed more dog-like than ever, although his legs were bent wrong for that. "'Kay, crawl under me. Don't get too fancy, I'm gonna be doing a lot of the work. Just don't bite me or nothin'!"

There wasn't much difficulty for Rob to follow Master's instructions. Master's bed wasn't all that big for two people, especially one as big as him, and the way he'd draped himself over it meant Rob could only really end up under him anyway. Squirming about, anxious each time the bed creaked loudly, Rob dropped down. Hesitating, he went to grab Master's pulsing red shaft and slide it in his mouth again. No, not right._Instead, he placed his hands down, gripping the rough, stained sheets that carried Master's scent on them, and just used his mouth to guide it in, relaxing his jaw once he was ready. Yes! _ That's our way! A dog's way! Dog's don't have hands!

"Ready?" Master asked, his abdomen pressing against Rob's head.

Unable to vocalise anything, Rob kept following his instincts, and gave Master's cock a lick. "Heh, I'll take that as a yes." Underneath his hands, fingers pressed together, he felt the sheet slide out. Master's hips smashed into his face. Rob's nose flattened against Master's crotch, and heavy balls smacked into his chin. Almost gagging on the cock, Rob loosened his fingers, and grabbed the sheet, as Master slid back._ Be a_ good dog for Master!

Rob didn't complain; a small part of him wanted too, since Master had asked him to tell him if it hurt. It did, but only a little; and the idea that Master was enjoying using him made him want to stay quiet. Their bond was new, and Rob assumed that maybe it was because he had been a virgin up until now, that he just didn't know how to deal with this._ Maybe? _I guess we'll learn! Yeah, that's the spirit!

Loosening his fingers, Rob went to stroke himself; he stopped one stroke later, when Master slammed into his head. It wasn't so much that he'd been unprepared, he just hadn't realised how much he needed to focus on not gagging._ Need to get the timing right. Let's just leave it for now._ Master will reward us for being a good dog, anyway... I hope. Rob liked the idea of being "rewarded" by Master very_much; whining, he felt his own stiff member oozing, just from imagining it. Contenting himself to gently rubbing his crotch against the sheet, he relaxed, starting to enjoy even the strange moans that the bed was making. Add our_ scent to Master's bed, yes!

Master was growling and whining too, but Rob quickly realised that they were good sounds.Master is happy! If he wasn't, Rob was sure he would know; even a virgin like him knew_something_about sex, and you only ever really got fast towards the end. Keeping his mouth loose, and his teeth pulled back, Rob could really feel the ache setting in. Gripping the sheets tighter and tighter, he hoped Master would come soon.

Fortunately, that seemed to be the case. Panting and breathing heavily between words, Master asked, "Want me to cum in your mouth, dog? Or somewhere else?" Rob braved a lick.Master, we want you to cum all over us! However, with how sore his jaw and face were now, Rob wasn't sure he'd manage another face-fucking very soon, and he definitely wanted to have his cum everywhere.Face chest _ ass mouth_ hands back feet.

"Right. Get ready." Even with the warning, however, Rob wasn't ready. Master's cock smashed in, somehow feeling even bigger and longer than before. A massive bulge forced his mouth open, and Rob felt tears. Ow! Hurts! Master..._Rob wanted to change his mind, but then he decided against it. _Master is happy, though. Yeah! _ Bear it for Master! _

However, it turns out that wasn't even what Master meant; after a few added thrusts with this extra swollen flesh on the end of Master's erection, he howled. Rob felt a slight bulging of the whole shaft, and then suddenly very thick cum was pouring down his throat. It felt like he was trying to drink a river of paint, swallowing it desperately using his tired mouth. Rob felt it was all worth it; his Master's scent was filling him up, and more was wafting around as the tail swished above Master's rump, swirling it around for him to feel dancing on his eager nostrils.

Once he was done howling, Master pulled out slowly. Feeling his mouth flop and try to shut all on its own, Rob felt Master's hand push him gently down onto the bed. "Good job, dog. That was..." Grabbing Rob's chin, he squeezed it open with one hand. Straddling Rob - which almost caused him to orgasm as well - he grabbed his hand, aiming into Rob's open lips and squeezed the bulge Rob could see.Wow, I can't believe I took all that!

Letting his tongue sprawl, Rob felt it grow heavy with more of Master's cum. Only having his hands squeezed against his sides kept him from trying to jerk off. Hot and thick, Rob admitted to himself that it didn't taste amazing, but he enjoyed the feeling of making his Master happy by swallowing as much of it as he could. There seem to be no end of it, and Rob wondered if he'd actually get full.

Eventually, though, the flow of Master's cum stopped. Squeezing the last of it out, Master grinned as Rob pressed his lips and tongue to his tip, tired but looking up in adoration, lapping up the dregs. "Good dog," he muttered, petting Rob as he yawned. "Okay! Stop now." Rob's mouth froze open at the admonishment. Confused, he stared up. Master grinned. "Think you've earned a couple of treats for that, dog!"

Grunting as he moved, Master stood up, and got onto the floor. Stretching. "Bet that muzzle of yours is sore, huh, dog?" He gave a snort. "My back aches like a bitch from that and I'm an old, old hand at that; I_know_you'll be hurtin'. Don't worry, we won't do that again 'til you feel up for it." Fingering one of the collars, he lifted it up off the bed post, evaluating it. "Yeah, knew this would look good on ya. C'mere, dog. Definitely earned yourself the right to be known as mine."

Padding over on the bed, Rob was actually surprised at how_excited_he felt. Lucky!Lucky! Kind of like a ring, in a way; it's a symbol of our bond..._Even though his mouth was sore, Rob licked Master's hands as they got close to his neck._Old me would've been embarrassed about that, but not any more. Why should you be? Being a dog - his dog - is great! Yeah, it really, really is._Even though he was still horny, he was no longer a virgin. **Can't_wait** to have Master do that to us again!

As soon as he felt the leather, spike-studded collar slide shut around his neck, squeezing close without cutting off his air, Rob's mouth fell open, panting as spikes of energy sparked down his spine._ I've never_ been** so** _happy!_Master's hands finished tightening the collar, then they grabbed him and scratched at his head and back, and Rob became happier still. "Good dog, good dog. That's your first treat. Now for your second."

Master playfully wrestled Rob to the bed, scratching him all over. Panting heavily, Rob ground his hips against him. Just as his throat had been awash in Master's spunk, he was being covered in his Master's scent, and it was a strong, manly scent that drove him wild. Barely having time to form a coherent thought, he squirmed and writhed, enjoying being touch, not realising that Master was slowly working back towards the head of the bed. Only now, he was behind Rob, his still-warm sheath resting against Rob's back, one grey-furred arm pinning him down, legs forcing Rob's ones open, leaving his other hand to squeeze around Rob's throbbing erection.

"Getting late. Both of us need our sleep. Just gonna make sure you sleep well, dog." Master's firm grip slipped up easily; Rob was leaking. "Can smell how close you are. Bet your nose'll get as good soon. Seem ta have a real knack for being a dog." Master stopped talking, leaning over; his face nudged Rob's jaw shut, forcing him to whine and breathe through his nose. Every touch of his shaft seemed to be magnified. Even the intense masturbation session he'd had earlier couldn't measure up to this. Trying to figure it out was beyond Rob now; he just let it happen, closing his eyes.

Master licked him. Master nuzzled him. Master kissed him. Master pulled him close. Master seemed all around him. Master stroked him slowly; almost too slowly, and he started to thrust into it in response. Master ground his hips against him. Master rubbed his chest. Rob panted and sighed, letting all of those experiences just wash through him, letting his mind clear and his body just react the way it wanted. His hips bucked upwards, thrusting into the hole, the shaft tingling. Time didn't seem to matter: Master could have been stroking him for seconds or almost an hour, but it all merged into the same cycle of pleasure. Only one thing changed, which was how close he was. Now that he was being physically stimulated, and had just surrendered his body to a temporary mindlessness, everything was a matter or pressure and volume. How much pressure could his body bear, and how much volume had come out versus how much was still left in him.

Whispering into Rob's ear, Master set off a chain reaction through him. "Good dog."Good dog. Good dog.Good dog. Good Dog. Good Dog.Good Dog. The words echoed around his empty mind on a never-ending loop, playing faster to keep in time with his short shallow breaths and his racing heart and his thrusts that grew increasingly wild and needy. Moaning in whining, almost in pain at how turned and full he was, Rob started feeling his hot seed start to flow. Time contracted; he managed one more thrust as Master pulled his hand down.

Holding his head back, Rob howled, Master squeezing around him as a heavy squirt fired out of his cock. More oozed over Master's hand, dribbling down over his fingers before splattering down on his sack. Even more splattered over his chest, hot and smelling of himself in a very reassuring way. Master shifted, rubbing Rob's spunk onto Rob's chest, using his unoccupied hands to pet Rob slowly. Thought slowly returned to his head, but it shifted slowly. He felt like his head had floated off his body, only remaining attached by a tiny balloon string.Oh, that was fantastic! I can't wait to do that again!

However, the day quickly caught up with Rob. Everything fell into a comforting cover of darkness and silence; it was a warm and happy place. Although he would to have loved to dream, he didn't have the energy to do it.

When Rob woke up, sunlight was streaming through the window. Master's television was turned off._Master!_Looking around, he found the room empty. Slumping sadly, Rob turned, sniffing and rolling around on the spot where his Master had slept, so close to him. This tangled him up in the sheet, slowly pulling it off the bed. Uh oh!

Rob whined, trying to pull himself out while unrolling. Stretching out his slender arms, he pressed the black-touched fingertips into the lower sheet, feeling the short prickly black stubble that covered most of his body claw against him. His black fingernails, the slightly-pointed tips digging into the mattress below. Although the bed's creaking had become background noise - if not a signal of happiness, for Master or himself - pulling himself from the tangle using his too-wide shoulders was difficult.

Whining louder this time, Rob opened his mouth. Cool air flowed in, as his very long, pink tongue sprawled out. The slightly-pointed centres of most of his teeth went underneath, causing no damage. Sighing from his puffed-out face, he set his black-ringed, squashed nose to sniffing for his absent Master's scent to help him calm down. Trapped under the sheet, his stubby tail, hardly an inch long, drooped sadly between his leaner, firmer buttocks. Flecks of gold infused the brown eyes that looked around for hints of where Master had gone. _ Outside. _That was his only clue, though.

Don't be stupid and lazy, get up! Master wouldn't like it. Dogs_aren't_dumb!

Rob slowly realised he'd let himself get_too_caught up in being a dog. I still have hands._Staring at them, though, he realised that he wasn't exactly human any more either. Taking a quick stock, he tried to figure out how much had changed._I'm definitely hairier. Fur is nice to have, especially when it's cold. I've still got hands, but they're different too._Poking carefully using his thicker, blacker fingernails, he tested the "bruises" on his fingers._Guess they're paw pads?_Under the sheets, he felt his tail wag. Reality hit Rob, and he jerked back, surprised that he actually could_feel_the sheet rubbing against his new appendage._I've got a tail, too!

Pulling the sheet off of him, he carefully climbed out of the creaky bed.Wow, I'm really_hairy!Scratching at the mess of dried cum on his chest, Rob's eyes stared down at his crotch. Just like Master, he had a thickened layer of skin around his dick, but unlike he could still see the human mushroom tip sticking out; the most significant difference was that, even when soft, it pointed upwards because the thick skin was attached to his abdomen. Twisting around, he checked out his tail. Nice! His feet looked a lot like his hands: still roughly human, although sprinkled over with black dog fur and with the same hints of paw-ness on his toes. Staring at his feet for a while, he was sure that there was something different._It's the shape; they're different. Probably more paw-like, only... not also?

Reaching up, Rob checked his head._Furry. No surprise there, really._Touching his face, he noticed that it felt puffed out around his mouth and nose. Starting to get a bit of a muzzle there. With no way to properly see his head - looking at the television screen didn't work too well, it seemed to distort his shoulders a lot - Rob couldn't tell if any more of it had changed, but he supposed there must be some._Definitely some changes to my ears..._Feeling them, they were significantly larger, and the tips of the cartilage at the top weren't quite as curved any more.

Settling down on the floor, furred knees sticking up and hands in front of him, Rob felt his cock stir, the tip sliding out just enough to make him feel frisky.._ This is how a _ real_ dog sits! _ Looking around, he wondered what Master wanted him to do. Without him to provide direction, or even help him get familiar with his new "home", anxiety started to gnaw at his stomach.Now what? Check outside? Actually going outside seemed like a mistake._ Master has to hide what he is. If I go outside, looking like this, someone would notice.Not even clothes would help, from what he'd touched. **I don't want to wear anything, but what Master gives us._Others might be out there.**

Dipping down so he wouldn't be visible through the window, Rob searched around, looking and sniffing at everything. Finding his clothes, he gave them a sniff.Weird, it doesn't even smell like me._There was some similarity, but enough of him had been transformed, and his sense had strengthened that he could easily distinguish the two. How could we wear these? _That's what you have to do when you're a normal human, or when you're like Master, I suppose._ Poor Master, that must be uncomfortable. _

Too worried to go outside - not for himself, but for angering Master or getting him in trouble - Rob did feel confident enough to sniff and listen at the door. Blood? No, I think that's rust. It smells a bit like blood though. _That scent triggered his stomach. Hungry. _ Hungry! _Sniffing around the pots and pans, the stove and the sink, Rob didn't get the smell of any food._There's no refrigerator, not in here anyway. Then again, there's not much room. Maybe outside? Searching what little he remembered of outside, Rich couldn't remember seeing an outside refrigerator.I suppose there could be one in the office or garage or whatever that other building was.

Yelping, Rob scooted out of the way as the door swung open. Smelling who it was immediately put him at ease. Master!Master! Master!_Dog instincts washed over him again, and he fell on his back, waiting to get a belly scratch from Master's big hands. Panting, Rob realised he'd missed some of the changes._Guess I've changed inside too.

"Get out of the fucking way, dog!" Master growled, but after he shut the door, he bent down and Rob got what he wanted, sending his tail wagging contentedly again. More new smells were in the air, not just Master and his clothes. Some of those called to his stomach, sending it quivering at its emptiness again. "Figured you'd be hungry," Master replied, as if he could read Rob's mind. "Can't get you big and strong on just my spunk, no matter how much I get ya ta guzzle down."

Rob's head conjured up cans of dog food, but instead Master pulled out stiff, recently-unsealed plastic bags stuffed with all sorts of meat. Even though he'd never smelled them with this quality before, and their odours were weak from being frozen, the names of the meats came to him.Pork. Lamb. Beef. Venison, maybe?"Should still be good. Find out what you like. Need warming up some though." Dropping them in the sink, Master left the rest of the food in the plastic bag, then headed back to bed.

Torn between sniffing, and maybe even sneaking a taste, of the frozen meat, and spending more time with Master, Rob chose the latter. It was hard, his mind fighting itself. So hungry. Very hungry, and it smells so good. _It is too cold though; Master just told us._Sniffing Master's boots, Rob jerked his face back as Master raised his leg, untying his boot.

Staring down through the gap between his leg, Master smiled down at Rob. "Bet ya can't wait to get at that meat, huh? Well, you're a good dog for waiting. Besides, I've got some 'meat' right here." Frowning, he looked up at the window. "Can't have_real_fun. Could have company at any moment. Seemed like ya needed the sleep, so I left ya. Tomorrow, we ain't gonna do that." Slipping off his sunglasses, he lowered his boot for Rob to sniff. "You'll be needing that bath tomorrow."

Rob buried his nose into Master's boot, his erection growing. Yes!More sex! _Mmmfh!_With the skin around his penis keeping it by his chest, the heat of its head sliding out warmed his chest._I think I've gotten bigger down there._Too much had changed for him to really compare, and right now it didn't really matter. What_did_matter was that Master's other boot was off, and as though it wanted sniffing, Rob could smell that Master's cock was out in the air. Pulling his face out of the boot, Rob grinned, looking up at it, his mouth hanging open.

"Gotta be quick about this," Master said, patting the space beside him on the bed. "But, well, I'll want ta have ya out in the yard. Ain't getting to stay here for_free._Gonna train ya, work ya." Rob tried to jump up onto the bed, in the manner he'd seen dogs doing it, but failed; he nearly whacked his head, but Master caught him. "Dumb mutt!" He tapped Rob's head. "_Use_this." Pulling him up, then dropping him on the bed, Master ordered. "On yer back."

Rob flopped over; since Master had dropped him head close to him, he stayed that way, hoping that was right. Master moved, the sides of his fly flopping about as his junk spilled out. Twisting around, he grabbed one of his pornographic magazines off the shelf. When it got close, Rob caught a whiff of his Master's fluids, as well as some others that were unfamiliar; both were very old._His old dog?_He wasn't given much time to ponder this. At his Master's prompting, he bent his legs at the knees, letting Master rest the magazine open, with his balls as a bookmark.

Looking at the page, Rob couldn't quite parse it for a moment._How can someone sit on a horse like that?_It took him a while to realise that the incredibly muscular, ruggedly handsome man, who could only be seen from the waist up, and the large chestnut horse that was missing its head and neck were one and the same creature. One of its front legs stood on a rock, giving the viewer an even better view of the massive stallion cock hanging just under the line of his chest. Pink and juicy, the picture had been taken - or painted, Rob couldn't be sure as the pages were old - the tip dripped with clear juices.

Master guided one of Rob's hands onto Rob's erection. "Better make the most of it," Master warned. "Ain't gonna have fingers of your own for much longer." At the coaxing, Rob started stroking himself. It wasn't as satisfying as when Master did it, of course, but even just playing with himself along with Master was better than doing it by himself.

Rob didn't get a lot of time to look at the centaur, but he enjoyed the trade-off: Master leaned over, humping his own hand, while his pleasingly smelly balls dangled right over Rob's nose. Oh_yes_ Master's balls! Needing to pant, Rob's tongue slipped out of the left side, feeling his thoughts start to slow down, and his canine instincts snatch control. Despite dogs not generally having hands, the fact that_he_had them wasn't something he was going to waste.

Slowly, Rob thrust into his hands, the other stroking the fur on his chest. Masturbating like this felt strange; there wasn't a lot of his length that he could wrap his hands around with the web of flesh attaching it to his belly, so he had to re-learn how to jerk off comfortably._ Rubbing our cock always feels good, though! _Soon enough, he was lost in the haze, panting lazily as he heard the grunts and panting of his Master, his warmth radiating down.

"Both of us are gonna make a big ol' mess on ya." Hearing that got Rob excited, and his hips jostled more. Both hands started working faster, his short claws feeling good scratching through the fur on his chest. Pumping into his hand got easier, hot aroused flesh gliding out, oozing pre-cum onto his belly.Yes make a big mess on us Master! Rob wanted to lick his Master's balls, but he was so hot he needed it to cool himself down enough.

Fucking his hand got too hard, so Rob shifted the other down, pressing both against his shaft and jiggling his hips. Master gripped his leg, pinning the magazine to it; even still, he used his fingers to stroke Rob, who almost could have ejaculated from that small touch alone. Only he wanted to spend more time with Master, more time smelling him, more time hearing him grunt and groan, waiting for him to shoot his load all over him.

_ Good dog good dog_ good dog _ good dog_ good _ dog _good dog. Once again, the chant bounced around his head like a rabbit bouncing through a field. Rob's stomach rumbled, but he didn't care how hungry it was. Master shifted again, the magazine getting tossed to the side. Underneath Rob, the bed groaned; Master's legs squeezed around his head, holding them both in place. One of Master's hands slipped down between Rob's legs, which closed around it. His tail whacked against it as he started humping Master's arm.

Master's scents and sounds flooded Rob's senses. His nose seemed to press right up into his Master's taint, his grey hairs tickling his nose. An intensely strange splitting throbbed through his head, whimpering, Rob clamped his eyes shut, waiting for it to pass. Even though it was open, his muzzle felt full of gunk: not pleasant - like Master's cum - but not gross either. Squaring his shoulders a little, he tried to clear it out. Bite.Bite. Yelping slightly at the pain, Rob found it easier to breathe as that gunk oozed out. More throbbing; Rob felt like chunks of his head were being ripped apart.

Only the sound of Master's near-orgasm howling calmed him. Weakly, Rob joined in: one, two, three muzzles joining in with the louder of the fourth. Master's semen splattered on Rob's chest: the potency of it seemed to be magnified, and Rob felt his shaft bulge out; a second later, he was adding to the puddles of spunk soaking into his thick belly fur.

As Master gently swatted Rob's paws away from his cock, Rob let them fold at the wrists, hanging down; Master's hand rubbed him tenderly, and suddenly Rob felt his orgasm swell. The steady trickle thickened, and he squirmed and yelped, even as more cum covered his chest and stomach in a wet blanket. Master added even more to it, squeezing off what remained stuck to his own cock and wiping it off onto Rob.

Master's voice trickled in through his ears. It seemed a lot louder and clearer to Rob. "Just relax, dog. Ya did good. I gotta get back soon, but I'll get yer meat ready for ya." Feeling hands sliding under his shoulders, Rob felt himself properly laid down onto the bed. His brain still throbbed, and even though he felt good - both for obeying his Master, as well as for ejaculating - his body throbbed enough that he wanted some time to relax again, even though he'd just woken up.

Rob was crouching on the foot of the bed, wagging his tail. Rob was creeping towards the door, falling onto all fours. Rob was running through the woods, outside of the junkyard. Rob was growling, chasing an intruder through the junkyard, getting aroused at the thought of catching the black shape. Rob was sitting outside on a grassy hill, mesmerized by the giant moon hovering above, taking up half the sky; he howled up at it, hearing two others on either side of him before his ears flooded with howling.

Snorting, Rob woke up, shaking his middle head. Uncoordinatedly, he smacked into the other, smaller, two on either side, all trying to shake the sleep out. His left and right heads were hardly that; mostly just short snouts on either side of his neck. Snouts and minds. Somehow, as he'd slept, his dreams had diverged, the extra voices in his head shifting out into the small, growing brains of his new heads.

Rob, of course, didn't realise that these new heads were new. Memories were starting to smudge the more he tried to access them. How much thicker was the coat of black canine fur that grew out of him? Part of him thought it was thicker, definitely making him look less human, but he had trouble picturing what he looked like before. Looking at his hands, he moved them around, seeing the padding swelling more, and the nails narrower and curved on his shorter fingers, struggling to think of what they had been like only a few hours earlier. What had been a short nub was now still short, but certainly a proper tail, with weight that sagged as he wagged it, helping to perk up the enlarged, pointed ears on the sides of his central head. Those on his other heads were still small, giving the world an odd sound.

Smells were another matter: that, Rob knew, had gotten stronger. It was hard_not_to notice it, with everything suddenly so clear. Old scents, new scents; his hands scratched at his chest, touching without registering the strange new feeling of small, budding nipples. Some of those scents hit him particularly hard. All the sex and transforming had left Rob ravenous, and all three mouths were open, drool trickling down his black fur. It dribbled onto his thicker sheath, a strange, stretched tip poking out, suffused with new veins and tissues that made the flesh a fairly strong pink. Even so, to most appearances it would have been an odd, human cock. Rob didn't care.

Right now, those three scents mattered more.Beef. Pork.Chicken.

Four dog bowls had been set out: three close together, with a fourth, larger, one off to the side, filled with water. In the central bowl was the largest serving: a thick beef steak, served medium-rare. To its left was a bowl with a couple of cooked pork sausages; his nose could still smell the grease from its cooking in the pan hanging up for the air to dry, just below the soap. A half-breast of grilled chicken sat in the third. He quickly headed for the bowls. Hunching over them, he started to eat. He needed to really stretch out his wide shoulders to let the smaller heads have room, curling his arms around the side-bowls to get the small muzzles low enough to dip into the bowls. Contrasting flavours of the different meats exploded in his mouths. His many sharper teeth tore into the flesh easily. Over the smell of the meat, Rob caught a whiff of Master's scent. He could hear his voice too, broken up by a stranger.Must be close. Talking to someone.Who? Deciding to keep out of sight, he continued eating, wagging his tail.

Eventually, Rob heard footsteps: two pairs, heading in opposite directions. Sniffing the air, he made sure the steps heading this way were Master's.What should I do if it isn't him? Hide? _ Fight? _ Fortunately it was, his scent growing stronger as he approached. Pushing the door open carefully, Master entered, groaning in relief as he slammed the door shut. Removing his sunglasses, he blinked. "Up again, I see. Good. Looks like you've got yer appetite back."

Rob glanced up, licking his lips. Master scratched his central head, and Rob returned by licking his hand when it came near his muzzle. He felt his canine cock start to firm up. He'll smell it. _ Maybe show him too? _ Uncurling himself from around the bowls, Rob got onto his back, splaying his legs apart and swaying his tail, slapping it against Master's boot.

"Finish yer lunch," Master replied, waving his hand dismissively.You want to, though. Rob could smell Master's arousal. "You'll need ya strength up." Rob whimpered, but did as he asked, cleaning out his bowls as he occasionally took peeks over in Master's direction. He slumped down on the bed, yawning as he pulled off his boots one at a time, loosened his pants. Master's scent filled the room. Why doesn't he fuck us? Glancing over, Rob saw Master's rod sticking out of the gap on his pants. He expected Master to put on one of his pornographic videos or take one of his magazines out, but he did neither. Instead, he just slipped down onto the bed, wriggling out some niggling twitches in his paws. Folding his arms behind his head, he stared at Rob, watching him.

Lapping up the water, which was nice and refreshing, Rob thought about what he should do._ What does Master want? _ It smelled like he wanted some sexual release, and Rob was only too happy to provide that release, especially now that he was finished eating and drinking.Master can't exactly tell me off for that now. Turning, he looked, only to see Master's eyes had closed. Although his thick red canine cock was sticking out, everything else about him seemed limp. Arms flopped by his side, hands resting open, fingers curling slightly. His legs were open slightly, paws twitching but only slightly. The sharp tips of his teeth showed through, and his tongue sprawled out, drool trickling down his tilted face. Only the occasional small twitch, the slight shifting of his abdomen as he breathed slowly, and his warmth gave any hints that he was still alive.

Master's asleep. Rob wondered how long Master had been awake; he hadn't really been awake long, and after eating had had a lot of energy. Has Master eaten? Sniffing the air, and his breath - carefully sticking his central snout close to Master's mouth - Rob checked that he had. Creeping over to the sink, he lowered his head down, sniffing at the used plates.I can smell the meat on them. This was after cooking, and there's other scents on them too. Satisfied Master hadn't passed out with hunger, Rob guessed it must have just been tiredness.

Creeping back over towards the bed, Rob moved carefully. Don't wake him up! Any creak might disturb Master, and Rob didn't want that, but he also wanted to be beside him. His throbbing dick was calling towards Rob, and he kept one eye on it, the other on Master's face. Underneath, the bed creaked, but Master didn't hear, or he ignored it.Makes sense; if he's been sleeping on this for a while, it would creak all the time if he moves around during the night.

Reaching his hand out, Rob touched the hot, slick erection. Shuddering, his own cock spread open the tip of his sheath, his somewhat-changed cock squirming in its tight cocoon. Twisting onto his side, Rob lowered his other hand down, hips thrusting the last few inches until he had both shafts in his hand. Both side-heads drooled, and Rob's central head panted. Master may not like this... Rob wasn't sure whether he was doing the right thing, but he wanted to do it anyway. It_felt_good. Carefully spreading his legs wide, he got onto his back, resting his side-heads on Master's legs as he started pumping.

Master's cock felt so good in his hand. Rob enjoyed the texture: hot, and slick under his fingers, and smooth even though there were a lot of veins crossing around it. It shape was nice, too. I will have one like that, soon. Rob bit his tongues, excited. I wonder what it's like... He couldn't wait to find out.

Even though his cock wasn't as large as Master's, and it was still very human in appearance, outside of the sheath and the strange head, and he really, really wanted it to be a proper dog's penis - part of his desire to be a proper dog for Master - Rob still enjoyed stroking his own. Slow strokes quickly left him dribbling pre-cum onto his chest, and his fingers reached down, exploring the small puddle. Scooping it up with his rough fingertips, he worked it into the flesh.

Rob held his breath as Master's body moved. Caught! Fortunately, that didn't seem to be the case; it was just a movement in his dreams, possibly in response to the hand gently stroking his red rocket. Master oozed onto his hand, so warm and sticky that Rob wanted to squeal._I'm doing a good job!_Letting out a contented sigh, Master pushed his stomach out, shifting the cock; Rob quickly moved to keep up, not daring to touch any other part of Master, just in case.

That was_very_hard for Rob to manage. Master's thick, rich, canine scent was spilling out of his exposed body, and the fluids dripping out of his cock only added to the strong masculinity that stirred Rob own body. Biting down on a moan, he felt his dick throbbing: his slow strokes sped up, heat flowing around his junk as he tried to remain quiet. Six nostrils twitched in the air, drinking down Master's scent by the snout. Pink streaks of tongue stuck out of his lips, sliding over the growing length of his muzzle's hole.

Although Rob hadn't meant for both hands to move faster, they did. More of Master's pre-cum oozed out onto his hands. Switching them over gave Rob a jolt of excitement, taking his hand away from his cock for a moment and sliding it farther down between his legs. With his stomach upwards, the twinges of his tail being squashed were nothing; for a while, Rob hated having a tail, because it got in the way of him giving a clear fingering of his hole. Licking his lips and squirming slowly, he continued to finger himself, his cock swelling at the thought of Master penetrating him.

An odd feeling flowed over Rob. It wasn't bad, just everything suddenly felt kind of loose. Thinking too much about it was impossible: he needed to focus on stroking Master - just slowly enough to not wake him, but firmly and quickly enough to stimulate him - while grinding his crotch against his own furry arm as he fingered his butthole. The looseness went through everything. It made him feel like his skin was being stretched out and pulled in, resettling back into place, but not quite where it had been before. It made his cock feel extra hot, his balls slapping up and making him ooze against his arm fur, which was slowly thickening. His thick sheath felt looser against his cock, which seemed to jut out more. Like Master's... Realising he was changing again, Rob panted with excitement.

Although his memories were starting to fog, Rob remembered the encounter he had with Master at the store, and the dream._I can't wait to be his dog._Although he hadn't expected things to go this far, especially not so quickly, it was, and he was shocked by how exciting it all was. Grinning, he closed his eyes._I wonder what I will look like when I'm done transforming into his dog. How much human will there be left in me?_That he didn't know the answer to that was scary, but exciting, and intensely arousing.

Roughly two inches of Rob's tip poked out of his sheath, his hand leaving his pucker alone to rub up against his cock again. Soon we'll have paws, and paws aren't good for stroking. Vaguely remembering Master saying something like that, or perhaps just imagining he had, Rob wondered if perhaps this would be the last time he could give Master - or himself - a hand-job.

Lifting his hand up after a stroke, Rob opened his eyes to look.Looks the same to me. Although he saw no changes, and knew there must have been changes, his eyes saw stubbier fingers with longer fingernails that were ever-closer to being claws. The hand squeezing Master's cock was having a harder time gripping around the meaty shaft, but Rob didn't notice that, either; it didn't matter to him, because he knew he was doing a good job.

That, he knew, because of the scents oozing out of Master's genitals. Aroused. Rob rubbed his hand against his hot, furry sheath, stroking it as he felt a swelling inside. Just like Master's knot. Leaning his central head back, Rob's breath started becoming audible. Protruding from his gums were teeth that looked larger, more in number, and sharper. Muscles underneath had twisted and stretched to accommodate the larger bones of his jaw, and his furry skin had resettled over his muzzle. Pinpricks of black skin spread around his three pairs of nostrils, which bunched up a little. Underneath, his tail squirmed to be free, tickling his asshole.

Curling his toes with arousal, Rob felt himself getting closer.Good dog good dog good dog. His internal chant, echoing from head to head, continued, drowning out everything else. Forgetting about his body transforming, or the shifting of his thoughts, he surrendered himself to becoming a good dog for his Master.

Master's knot popped out, bulging with satisfying thickness. Rob released his own cock, grasping the bulge with his sticky hand. Sliding along the shaft and pumping his knot, he felt and smelled Master edging closer to cumming.Good dog messy dog good dog messy dog. Master's chest shook, his breathing getting faster and shallower. Rob heard him mumbling something; it sounded like "good dog" to him, and he squirmed with delight, sliding his fluid-slick fingers rapidly.

Letting out a groaning sigh, still with his eyes closed, Master erupted into Rob's paws. Thick, hot cum oozed around his fingers and down his arms, Rob felt more shoot out, spraying over the bottom of Rob's muzzle and down his chest, and over Master's broad, round, warm stomach. Trying to catch as much as he could, Rob's arms moved down, letting Master's dick squirt and throb on his own as he used himself as Master's cum-rag. Smearing Master's cum over himself felt_right._It was like bathing in his pure scent, and Rob wanted nothing more than to smell as much like Master as he could.

Bringing his fingers up to his shoulders, and the heavy, hungry, horny masses sitting there, Rob licked the cum off each hand as his central head lifted. Pressing up, he licked the trail of goo running down Master's shaft, dripping off the knot and onto his thick sack. With his own shaft screaming in arousal at what he was doing, Rob felt blissfully happy.

Nearly jumping as Master reached across and grabbing at his crotch, Rob felt his face smush into Master's flesh. "Should return the favour, huh, dog?" Rob didn't have time to reply; Master's hand was squeezing his cock, shooting his brain full of excitement and priming his balls. Panting and whining loudly, Rob thrust up into Master's hand, which clamped down. "Seems you think so, too. Alright then." The other hand slipped between Rob's legs; Master's thick, smooth finger pushed into his anus, and probed into Rob's prostate. Leaning down, Master added on the last little kicker as he throttled Rob's cock. "Good dog."

Liquid fire rushed up Rob's cock, exploding out of it. Master pumped and pumped until he whined and squirmed, unable to bear how sensitive everything felt. Sliding him up the bed, Rob felt Master's sticky dick press against his back, his own leaving a trail of growing fluid as Master started to stroke his cum-drenched fingers through the fur on Rob's heads, one at a time.

With a full belly, a contented mind, and in Master's warm embrace. Rob felt himself getting tired again.No, I don't want to sleep again... Master... I want...

Although in reality Rob only slept for a couple of hours, so much happened in his dream that it felt longer. He was back in the sex shop, as it was in his first dream, only now he was one of the dogs in the cage. Only now he was alone: all of the other cages were empty. He sniffed around, feeling more worried that he'd been left here, until eventually he howled, although only his middle head seemed to work. His howl was echoed back at him, from two places that seemed far away; then there was a third, different howl. This one grew closer, and he got more excited and nervous. Finally, Master came in and unlocked his cage. Only, he couldn't leave just yet; he wanted to, but he didn't move until Master offered him a leash and three collars. After he had seen them, he had walked, slowly and awkwardly, on his hind legs. "Whatcha doin' that for, dog?" Master asked. He didn't know; sinking onto all fours was easy, and he felt his back stretch out and his tail spring free from... something. Even in the dream, he couldn't remember it for long. Collared and on all fours, Rob walked beside Master outside.

Only, in the dream, it wasn't the outside of the store: they were out in the woods, beyond the junkyard's fence. Rob couldn't remember being there before, but it seemed like a place his dream self knew well. Master threw three sticks to him, Rob waited, watching and then the sticks come in range. There's_stretching_, and he felt his mouths clamp down on all three. Bringing them back to Master earns all three heads a scratch; then Master is gone, and Rob is alone, standing in front of a wide three with three thick branches stretching out and up into the sky. In the sky, there is a big, large, white moon. The moon swallows everything.We can't see! His head starts to throb; he squeezes his eyes shut. In the big whiteness, he struggles, grunting and growling, as if he's being held by something dangerous. He_stretches_some more, and then _blinks._When his eyes open, it's immensely disorienting, and everything blurs and starts to go black, like ink's being poured in everywhere.

Rob finds himself dreaming of a room that seems familiar, but he can't quite place why he knows it. Somehow, he knows what's keeping him from recognising it.It's empty. There's very little in the room. Sticking his noses to the ground, he sniffs around; there's a vague familiar scent in the air, but it starts to fade. This room makes him feel uncomfortable. Another room next to it has a light on._Bathroom._Rob recognises the word, but can't quite remember what it's for; only that it's not for him. Water runs into a large bowl. The sound makes Rob's bladder feel full.

We need to pee. Rob squirms and rights himself, six bleary eyes all trying to focus at once. As the dream fades from his mind, the fullness of his bladder does not. Whimpering, he climbs out of bed, arms hunched over in a vaguely ape-like pose. Raising his left hand, his left head chews off a bit of bed sheet that's gotten stuck to his short claw before setting it down again. He sniffs at the bed to his right, trying to find Master's scent._ Master's not here; he went out a while ago. Rob's middle head agrees: sagging down, it stares at the sheet of sticky, dry cum caked into his fur._We've been asleep for hours. No wonder we need to pee!

Not daring to look at the sink or his water bowl, Rob shambles over to the door. Too-long legs or too-short arms make moving on all fours awkward, but he needs to handle his bladder soon. He wouldn't dream of going outside, but this is urgent. It doesn't smell of piss in here._ Master must go outside. We should too, shouldn't we?_ Yes, but we should be careful. Angling his shoulders down, he nudges at the door while looking out the window and sniffing at the crack underneath. Outside, the sky is starting to darken, and everything seems to be filled with the heavy quiet of the end of the day. He can't smell Master nearby to get his attention, to find out what's right and wrong; he is around, and his scent is strong, but it isn't fresh._ I can't hear him. _

Fortunately, the door nudges open, and Rob stumbles out. Not wanting to move far, instead he creeps around to the side. Raising his leg is difficult: that he has to he knows at the level of natural instinct and doesn't argue with it, but it feels clumsy to do. Luckily, he doesn't need to aim precisely._This is to empty out quickly, not for leaving my mark behind._Balancing the thickly-skinned ball of his wide, elongated foot against the side of the door, Rob feels a half-inch of his slick, pointy cock slide free from his sheath. It's not a lot, but just enough to get the fuzzy end to open wide enough for him to relieve himself.

Panting and sighing, Rob feels a tingle run down his spine. Blasting his strong urine everywhere feels good: there's the easing in his bladder, but washing his scent everywhere triggers a relaxing feeling in his head. Home. His heads turn and twist around, checking out in case someone - Master or otherwise - happens to come._ I think Master is over there, in that other building. _Rob can here a mumbling: Master isn't talking, but someone is, but there's no other scent and instead there's a weird buzzing, the same that he feels from the television when Master is watching his movies.

With how full Rob's bladder is, it takes a surprisingly short amount of time to empty. Lowering his leg, he steps away from the puddle and drops his rump onto the ground, craning his heads down, trying to clean himself off.Can't reach! Nope.** That's weird.**Rob feels like he _should_be able to - how else _would_he be able to clean himself - but he doesn't seem able to do so. Similarly, he wants to scratch at his left neck, but he first wants to use his left leg, only that's too far away. The left hand works fine, but it just feels wrong to him.

Rob ventures off a little bit farther, starting to feel embarrassingly hot under the fur on his faces. Finding somewhere suitably dark, he raises his tail as he squats. Grunting, he empties himself out further, which feels surprisingly good.I was too full from lunch._Finishing up he moves forwards; curtailing instincts that, by now, he knows aren't all that reliable, he wipes his lean, flat rear along the ground to get rid of any lingering traces. Padding around, he follows the trail of Master's scent in the air, and the sound of his voice. **He might tell us to go away._But we should find out first.** _Didn't he say we would need to go outside?_Stopping to paw at the sticky mess on his chest that was making him feel a little uncomfortable, Rob started to move again.

Although it wasn't thick or full yet, Rob's fur was long enough to keep out a fair amount of the evening's growing coolness. Cum wasn't the only thing caked in there; where Rob hadn't managed to get his short fingers were itchy masses of old skin, waiting to be sloughed off. A few inches of tail swayed with each awkward step, as he ambled from one pair of opposing appendage to another. Underneath, the toughened skin kept out some of the bits of dirt and metal, while keeping him alert to the worse parts he should avoid. Walking caused his junk to move around. Rob's sheath, growing in thickness both innately and from being stretched out by its contents, flexed and opened as he neared Master's location; a couple of inches slid out, the flesh slick and warm, but still too round and misshapen to be mistaken for a canine cock. Swaying between his legs, Rob's sack felt full. Need Master.

Six pointed ears had stretched upwards, more of the human folds unobservable as they continued to climb up Rob's heads. They were starting to resemble each other closer: the muzzles longer, the noses blacker and with nostrils angling more forwards. Elongating tongues stretched over sharpening teeth that had resettled in his growing, changing gums. Instead of the human skull's roundness, Rob's were slightly more square and angular. The central one was still larger, and rounder, and flatter in muzzle, but the resemblance was clearer. Golden droplets touched each of the six irises, now shrinking as the pupils expanded.

As with Rob's earlier physical changes, they went unobserved by Rob himself, even with the additional sensory organs. Rob's minds were preoccupied with other things: a nagging feeling of wanting to jump in water to help get rid of a lot of unwanted stuff stuck to his body that even a vigorous scratch couldn't properly dislodge; an unease at how he would try to do something, only to find it clumsy and awkward to complete the way he pictured in his head; but most of all, he wanted his Master.

Rob found him, booted feet resting on a desk. They swung down as he came in, sunglass-covered eyes swinging down as Rob shambled towards him, tail wagging. "Awake again? Just in time for dinner, huh?" Master grinned. "Don't worry. I've had dogs before. I know what you'll be after." Looking at something on the wall - Rob recognised it, but couldn't place its function - he stood up, the chair creaking under as it was relieved of his girth. "It's past quittin' time, anyways." Master bent over, his two hands taking turns scratching at Rob's three heads. "Seems like you'll be needin' your other collars now too, huh?"

Overwhelmed with excitement, Rob let out a bark from his middle head._ That sounds wrong. _Rob didn't get much chance to dwell on it, because Master's legs spread open and there was the steady staccato beat of his zipper unzipping._I know what that sound is!_Rob's tail jumped into overdrive; his rear plonked on the ground, panting and drooling from his three mouths. His own erection stirred as he smelled Master's cock. He watched it, eying it and Master greedily, as inch after inch exposed himself.

Master's voice rumbled low and deep, his hand slowly stroking along his throbbing red flesh. "Don't usually go for lettin' my dogs in my office. Don't usually like mixing work with play, but today's felt like shit. Just wanted to play with my new dog. You're sucha good dog, ain't ya?" His free hand reached out and tussled the fur on Rob's chest. Rob's heads - all three of them - darted forward, wanting to be the lucky one, but Master's hand was quick and slapped his noses.Ow! What did we do wrong? Master, we only wanted to please you! _Is there a head he prefers?_Rob whined, the noise echoing from head to head.

"Quiet!" Master growled. Rob immediately shut up, looking sad and feeling worse, his bad mood bouncing from mind to mind, making him slump over. "Thought ya were supposed to be a good dog! Seems like you need to learn a few things still. Like how to just sit there an' be quiet when ya need to." His smile returned, and Rob's tail started to wag again, hope filling his gold-touched eyes. "Sounds like a good time ta teach ya that! Right, boy! Sit! Stay!"

Sit.Stay. Good dog good dog good dog... Rob's mind fuzzed over again. All six eyes were fixated on Master's cock; Master was stroking it slowly, easing back into his chair, letting the air in front of him - what felt like the world to Rob - fill with his musk. Tail slashing through the air, Rob's own dick bucked and throbbed in his sheath; he felt a splash of heat run down his exposed flesh, watching the same kind of lubricant dribbling off of master.It's going to waste on the floor! I wish we could lick it. Master said no, though. Rob couldn't understand it: why couldn't_he lick Master's delicious cock? _Didn't he say something about knowing what a dog wants. We need to learn how to sit, though. Master probably wants to give us a treat... Slowly, an image was passed from mind to mind: a dirty image.Good dog good dog good dog! Thoughts started running together as Rob's whole body yearned for the image to be true.

Things seemed to be going in that direction. Master squirmed in his chair, keeping his dick just close enough to Rob that he could see and smell everything as the veins pulsed and he yearned to feel its heat on him, or better yet, in him. Still, he didn't move; he sat there, transfixed by it, his mind thinking of nothing other than it and how he was a good dog. Master seemed to know this, his smile growing as he watched his dog in front of him. Grunting, he let a low rumble roll around in his throat, his hands swapping. His sticky right hand reached up, sliding the bottom of his t-shirt up over his chest, his stout belly shifting closer to Rob.

Each of Rob's heads tilted back and forth, watching Master's movements. Occasionally, he would lick one of his lips, or a line of hot saliva would spill out of one of his gaping muzzles. Briefly, he felt a vague regret for not drinking earlier, but that was gone in seconds. Between his legs, Rob's hot rod was leaking pre-cum, the strained ring of skin around the top of his sheath gumming over with pre-cum. Inside, the half-formed canine knot started to bulge; another inch slowly oozed free, the shaft starting to look more like the one throbbing in front of his faces.

Slowly rising from the chair, Master started huffing, his knot bulging out. "Close yer eyes, dog," he warned, "and keep 'em closed. Don't want ya going blind." Rob obeyed, squirming on the spot where he sat. Master anointed him on each forehead, sliding his dick down and leaving a sticky streak of pre-cum on each. Sticking out his tongues one at a time, Rob lapped it as it oozed down around his muzzles.

Electricity tingled through Rob's body, collecting in his knot. Pre-cum splashed out, some arcing through the air in a mini-ejaculation. Yearning for oxygen, he panted heavily, which only got him aroused more as he smelled and tasted Master's thick musk oozing in the air. Muscles contracted, causing a ring of flesh to shudder down, the collected exploding out through his tail. Rob's claws clacked excitedly on the stained concrete floor. Only a paper-thin force held him back from cumming: the need to appease Master.

Rob could sense that was happening too. As Master shifted from face to face, more fluid splattered onto him, each squirt getting thicker. Master's scent was changing too, the way he knew it did when he was close. Straining his ears, Rob heard each word Master muttered under his breath, the noise lingering as the sense washed through his minds. That was focused on Master's speeding heartbeat. At each thump, he allowed himself one repeating thought, cycling around.

good dog good dog good dog

"Ngh, FUCK!" Master's hot seed splashed and oozed out, a thick line gracing Rob's right-most head. Moving left, he came on each of the three semi-canine faces in front of him, then looping backwards. Rob's closed eyes felt the heat as it oozed over his eyelids, the thick scent of Master's cum blocking out everything else.

Whining, Rob felt his own seed shudder in a thick line up his dick as he imagined what he looked like with Master's cum coating his head. Panting heavily, he heard his spunk splatter on the floor somewhere between Master's legs and his own, as Master continued to squeeze and pump himself, his free hand resting at the top of Rob's back.

"Good dog!" Master sighed approvingly. Rob's butt wriggled, enthusiastic but lazy as his energy flowed out of him in liquid form. "All nice an' messy. Just sit there a bit longer." He breathed heavily. "Lemme clean myself up first." Another heavy breath. "You and the bath are overdue in meeting." Rob heard the chair creak as Master sat down, resting to recover, catching his jizz and offering it to Rob to lick off of his hand. "Boy, I fuckin'_needed_that after today! Phwoar!"

_Master is pleased._The tingling in Rob's heads soaked into his skulls, travelling down his neck. Skin pulsing with energy, the black canine hairs covering his body thickened as his Master's spunk soaked into him. Three tongues lolled from his mouth, seeming to stretch out with each pant. Sharpening teeth pushed out a little more, gleaming with saliva. Muzzles stretched slightly; the left and right heads grew larger and stronger, while angles formed in the central skull, taking away more humanity.

Flowing through his body, the flowing warmth continued to change Rob's body. The collared neck swelled, the others following suit. Shoulders popped and cracked as he felt a tugging collar. "Follow me, dog. Don't open your eyes yet; use your nose and ears." Raising from his seated position, Rob felt the same awkwardness as before, but his body seemed to move with growing ease on all fours. Balancing on the balls of his lengthening, thinning feet, he listened and sniffed, enjoying the hot fluids oozing down to touch his skin. Stubby fingers flexed against the dirt as they left Master's office.

We're going home. Rob knew the were heading in that direction, knowing the distinct smells and ways that the world sang around him. If he'd been by himself, he would have stopped, feeling a need to lick off his sticky privates. His dick had retracted, his sheath emitting a wondrous odour and coated in his own tasty slime._ We would like that a lot. _Master said to go with him.

Quickly, Rob realised that they weren't actually heading back to the one-room shack. Instead, Master tugged him off the path home and down a different track. Rob was compelled to followed him, although he was overjoyed to be doing so anyway. While Master was away, he felt bored, and lonely, and sad. Being with Master is so much better. Feeling the sun's warmth soak into his fur, Rob panted a little. New smells called to him, and his heads stretched about, snuffling at the air as they continued to walk.

Finally, Master barked out. "Stop, dog! We're there. Sit!" Rob dutifully froze, resting his rump down on the dirt. His longer tail swung in an arc, although his brains were still bothered by it not quite being long enough. Craning his ears, he heard Master grunting, tipping something over. Rob yelped and got back onto his feet; cold fluids ran around his feet, and he shook his body to get rid of the chilly, dirty water.

"Stay there!" Rob heard Master's breathing._ He's nervous. _Feeling a growl rattle around in his throat, Rob paced around, wishing he could see._Can't with Master's cum on my face._Worried, he followed Master's scent to its source. He smelled it split, a weaker version falling close to Rob's front paws, while a much stronger one billowed out around his warm body. Master's naked. Thinking that excited Rob.

That pleasure was brief; Rob let out a startled bark as he heard a loud rumbling sound._ Stupid baby! It's just water! _Feeling his heart race, Rob felt a growing heat; padding slowly towards it, he put his tongue in, tasting warm, soapy, unpleasant water._Bleh! Gross!_Snorting, he tried to get the unpleasant water off of his muzzle.

Master's hand rubbed down his back. Rob's left snout went into his crotch, sniffing and licking. Still sticky, heh. Sliding his tongue out, he licked at the cooling spunk clinging to Master's sack. He half-expected to be growled at to stop, but he wasn't._ Maybe Master wants to fuck again. So soon, though?_ If Master is naked, then maybe we will have more sex? Rob's excitement rose as he felt Master's warm belly press in on him, his thick arms wrapping around him.

"Right dog, into the tub for both of us." Grunting form the extra weight, Master staggered around, raising his legs. Rob's feet instinctively kicked, wanting to stay afloat._ Water's nearby; we don't want to drown! Master wouldn't let us drown, though._While Rob was confident of that fact, he wasn't too confident about what was going to happen.

Even though Rob had been anticipating the water, Rob still yelped in surprise as he felt his paws dip below the surface of the warm water. Master sighed, sinking in and rotating Rob around until his rump was in the water. "'Kay, dog, I'm going to teach you how to take a bath. Don't expect to get many. I know you'll want to keep your musk 'n all, but I ain't letting you put muddy paws all over my stuff!"

Rob did not mind the bath at all. As unpleasant as the water tasted, and as much as he didn't like whatever oily stuff was in the water soaking into his skin and taking some of the smell of himself away, there was a lot to enjoy about it. First, it meant being pressed up against Master's warm, naked body, especially being in between his legs. That's where his dick is! Rob grinned broadly, deliberately grinding his buttocks closer to Master's crotch, until he was pinned to the back of the tub. Master's thick chest was warm and secure; Rob like the feeling of hunching over with Master on top of him._ Maybe we can convince him to fuck here, once he is done? _Even though they had only just finished - their still-fresh cum was floating off of them and into the water - Rob was ready for more.

The second thing Rob enjoyed about the bath was that Master's hands roamed all over him. At first, it had been to wash the spunk off Rob's face; Rob had been happy to bear his Master's seed, but Master didn't seem to want that.He wants me clean... hmm, he_did_say he didn't want dirty paw prints on the bed?_Rob panted, blinking away the water as he felt his redder, longer, pointier shaft unsheathe into the warmth of the tub. That means, if he wants us clean, he must want us in the bed, too. Rob tried to lift his ass up, but Master was too heavy and strong. He whined. We don't have to wait, Master. _

With one face clean, Rob sneezed and snorted the water trickling down his muzzle. Blinking, he looked around: the tub was well in the back of the junkyard, surrounded on all sides by crushed, rusting wrecks. A thick metal pole with a faucet stood up from the ground; water dripped from the end. His lusting brains turned it into a long, thick cock, dribbling warm pre-cum that Master was bathing them in. Rob stared at the pipe, eyes glazed over as Master's hands roamed over him.Imagine having something that long and thick inside us...

"Heh, you are insatiable, aren't you, dog?" Master grinned, his hands having worked down Rob's body, massaging his muscles. They seemed to fit better. It wasn't perfect, but Rob felt immensely relaxed. Panting, he tried to squirm out of Master's grip, wanting to present his dripping rear. Please, Master, can't we just do it again! Master didn't let go, but he did start stroking the exposed shaft, the red tip poking above the surface of the water. His other hand slipped in under Rob's legs, fingers squirming around his hole. Rob tried to sit on one, anticipating having_something_of Master slide into his ass, but it didn't work. Getting scratched and rubbed down there did feel really good as a consolation prize, though.

Master released Rob, who immediately planted his paws on the side of the rub. His tail swung through the air, slashing water over and across the tub, before he raised it._ Brr! _With most of his body now out of the tub, Rob shook, starting with his head and working all the way down to his ass, scattering cooling droplets of water everywhere. The dirt around the tub was a muddy mess._How will we not get dirty now? We'll have to stay here, Master._Twisting his side heads around, Rob thrust his ass at Master again, insistently, sticking his tongues out. The central head looked forwards, mouth open and drooling.

"_I'm_the one in charge here, dog, not you," Master growled. "You best remember that." There was something that Rob noticed about his voice however that got him excited. Master shifted in the tub, water spilling out of the sides. Rob had felt Master's thick cock; his grinding had had its intended effect. Biting gently on his central tongue, Rob's insides squirmed in excitement. Still looking pleadingly as backwards as he could turn, he watched Master's fur dripping, the heavy musk starting to roil off his body again. He could see, and smell, that his Master was aroused, and could hear that he was excited. Excited enough to fuck me, hopefully. Finally, Master's face twisted into a grin as he studied Rob's rump. "_I'm_the one that chose to do this, remember that."

_ Yes, Master! Rob squirmed with excitement. Underneath, the water sloshed around them. Once again, Master's weight was on his back, hands sliding around, trickles of water falling off of him and onto Rob. "Normally I wouldn't wanna push a new dog like this," Master explained, "but... ya really_take_to it, like it was always natural for ya." _I don't understand..._Rob felt confused. **Why would I be anything other than this?_Why would I not be something I enjoy so much?** The confusion scattered: Master was in position now, and Rob did his best to brace himself against the tub, waiting for Master's first thrust.

It didn't come straight away. Master's hands sloshed about in the water, picking it up and rubbing it around Rob's hole. Although it wasn't the cock he was craving so badly, it felt good, especially as the finger started sliding into him. One of the thick fingers probed in deeper, Rob stretching his legs backwards, feeling it slide in deeper. When Master pulled it back, Rob moved forwards, panting heavily._Something feels really good about that..._There was_something_inside him that, when Master's finger pressed into it, sparked him full of electricity. Although the water still dripped from him, his fur starting to dry in the sun, Rob_knew_he was starting to leak. Eyes blinking, then squeezing shut, Rob turned all around to face forwards, panting eagerly.

Master's other hand groped him down below, giving Rob's dick a squeeze._So intense!_When it pulled away, Rob could feel it pulling on the strain of pre-cum his body had been making. That pre-cum went straight to his hole, Master smearing it around; more joined it after Rob heard Master groan, hearing the tell-tale thumping of arousal from the centre of his strong, powerful, furry chest and the panting of growing eagerness as he squeezed his own thick dog cock.

Rob's feet shifted around in the tub, Master's fingers working his tail-hole open and lubricating it up. His own heartbeat got so loud, all six hears seemed to have their own pumping blood around their pointed, stretching, furry, growing surfaces.

Good _ dog good_ dog _ good dog_ who's a good dog I'm a good dog yes that's right good dog

Rob's fingertips pulsed. Under the water, the claws seemed to stretch out more, although some of that was down to his fingers retreating, shifting closer to the shape of large dog paws. That he was slowly losing the use of his hands didn't matter to Rob at all.Dogs don't need hands. If Master needs something, I have three mouths. And an asshole he can use any time he wants...

Master didn't waste time asking if Rob was ready: he had already made that abundantly clear. Still, Rob wasn't entirely prepared: there was quite a bit of difference imagining Master's cock entering him, and then actually having something that felt massively thick, very hot, and hard pushing inside him. There was a brief moment of white-hot pain searing through his sphincter that almost made him cry out, but it was over and the pleasurable hard thing inside him that Master's fingers had toyed with_really_started to throb as Master's dick started sliding in and out.

Rob's physical transformation seemed to accelerate as Master's weight pressed down on him, hairy hands wrapping around his hips. Ankles continued shifting up as Rob's feet tried to find firm footing on the slippery floor of the large smooth metal tub. Paw pads toughened up on the balls of his feet, his toes continuing to retract inwards, reshaping to look more like large canine paws. Whacking against the side of Master's chest, the tip of Rob's black-furred tail pulled out into the air, inching along. Hips shifted as his former arms and legs balanced out further. With a more canine rear-end, Master had more access to Rob's hole, which delighted him.

Master's own canine knot was bulging out; smacking Rob's pucker with firm, wet kisses.I'm a good dog good dog slide it in! It would hurt, of course, but Rob didn't mind that: reasoning if Master got carried away, it was only because Rob had made him too horny to control himself. Feeling a familiar face press firmly into the back of his central head, Rob whimpered as he felt Master's hand flick over the four sensitive nipples buried in his damp, thickening coat of fur.

Lingering changes from having Master jerk off onto his face were buoyed by the wave of new transformations that crashed through as Rob was taken from behind. Straining against the skin, his cock swelled, sliding further out of his sheath, the tip pointing into the cooling water in the tub. Veins surged across its surface, the flesh smooth and firm around the bone that had formed inside it. Looking very little like it had been when it was human, when Master gave it a single stroke; Rob's throbbing red rocket nearly went off. His knot was freed and expanded, making his cock seem even bigger and stouter than before. Tightening further against him, Rob's scrotum bulged out, flushing his body with new hormones.

Emitting a deep "Ruff!", Rob flexed his jaws. Master's hands found his cock again; sliding down his shaft, he aimed it downwards while sliding down for a firm grip on Rob's bulging knot. Shuddering, Rob felt his body release the churning energy inside. His balls squeezed out more hot spunk, filling his shaft. A thick stream squirted out and into the water, Master continuing to tighten and relax his hold of Rob's knot.

Rob could almost hear the grin in Master's voice. "Feelin' a little pent up, are ya?" His belly shuddered against Rob's back as he chuckled. "Don't worry, dog, I've gotcha covered." Feeling Master's fingers reach down, Rob felt him scoop up his next squirt with his fingers, his stretching, very canine heads ringing with a chorus of pleasure. Carefully sliding around Rob's body, Master brought the cum-filled hand to his face. Sniffing it, he pulled out of Rob slowly; his cock throbbed angrily, glistening and ready. Replacing its place in Rob's stretched hole with his spunky fingers, he pressed his cock against Rob's back. Pushing the tip out through the other side, Master gritted his teeth, lips pulling back out of the grin. "Fuck!"

Master's hot semen shot Rob right in the back of his head. It came out in large, thick jets, oozing nicely through his fur. Vaguely disappointed Master had chosen not to ejaculate into him, Rob still enjoyed Master spraying out all over him. The hot fluid felt really good, especially as the water in the tub continued to cool. His own orgasm had been very intense, so Rob was almost completely satisfied. Master's fingers slipped out of his hole, moving up to pat Rob on the side. "Good dog!" The compliment shot through Rob; his balls squeezed, his knot squeezed, and just when he thought he was already spent, a thick line of semen splashed down into the water.

Leaning over, Master reached for the tap. "Guess we're gonna need another bath, huh dog?"

Rob barked in agreement, wagging his tail. Its sound was rich and deep._I bet if Master barked, it would sound like that._Growling a little in shock as hot water sprayed down on his back, he panted comfortably on all fours as Master washed another load of cum out of his fur, his thoughts wandering.

Their second bath was a lot shorter; Rob's burning lust had been satisfied temporarily, and both of them were in need of a warm meal. Tensing up his hind legs once Master was done scrubbing, Rob nearly jumped out. "Woah there, dog! You ain't a normal dumb mutt;think_first!" Peering over the edge of the tub, Rob realised immediately. In his enthusiasm, he'd forgotten about all of the water that had sloshed over the side as they had bathed, fucked, then bathed again. **It's a mud pit out there. _And if Master is still concerned with muddy paws, he might not be through with us today...**

Buoyed by this last thought, Rob stayed where he was. He didn't enjoy standing in the water, even though it was warmer now than when Master was fucking him. It just felt weird.I can't even shake dry. There's no point. Lowering his central head below the surface, Rob breathed out, stirring up the water with a blast of bubbles.

Rob's left head rested on the tub's edge as he watched Master, standing carefully on a thick wooden board he'd knocked over. One hand stayed on the edge of the tub, letting him balance easier on his thick paws. The other reached out for a towel, which had been hanging from a long piece of string tied between two poles. Master's clothes had been thrown up there, making it bend farther in the middle.

Watching the water slide and drip off Master's thick, furry body, Rob panted. Fuzzy post-orgasm bliss started to clear from his heads._ I'm so glad Master found me. _A weak warmth, the flicker of future lust, stirred in his genitals._What would I even be doing if it weren't for him?_It wasn't something Rob wanted to think about, and his memories of what his life was like before felt vague, almost like dreams. A trio of yawns were coaxed out of him, travelling from right to left. I hope I can nap before dinner. Curling up by the stove, stretching out and snoozing while Master cooked sounded heavenly.

Having dried off enough, Master slipped into his boots. "Okay, dog, c'mere." Grunting, and growling as Rob licked him, Master hoisted Rob out of the tub, carrying him over the lake of mud onto the dry shore. "Don't be dumb now, I ain't gonna give you a_third_bath. Just sit 'n stay there while I get my stuff."

Rob waited, wagging his tail slowly. Pressed against the hard, dirt ground, his sphincter throbbed as it started to retighten. Dropping his left head, he started to lick at the top of his sheath; he was sure Master had cleaned him very well, but there was a satisfaction that came from grooming himself that even someone as wonderful as Master couldn't do for him. His central head gnawed at the claws on his front paw, worrying at a shard of rock that had snuck in and was bothering him. Staring at Master with his rightmost head, he panted happily, watching him balance and grab at the clothing slung up on the clothesline.

Stomping through the mud, Master stopped next to Rob, who quickly got to his feet. Trailing after him, he could tell where they were going now._ Home now. _His stomach rumbled; he was looking forward to having something to eat. Three black noses had plenty to snuffle at: Master's nude body, musk oozing out as his fur dried in the sun, and the strange scents being carried in on the wind from the woods around the junkyard. He also busied himself, training his brain to recognise the scents along the way. Pausing, he raised his leg, spraying his scent on one of the pillars of old cars, squashed and stacked on top of each other. Bounding to catch up, Rob let out a deep excited bark as Master disappeared into their home. Rob padded quickly in after him.

Shutting the door behind the entering Rob, Master grinned down at him. "There we are, dog, all set for the night." Throwing his clothes on the bed, he went over to grab the other collars. Rob noticed this, excitement boiling over him; he started to woof and pant, bouncing his front legs off of the ground. Behind him, his tail moved so fast, it was barely visible. His canine movements came easier now, although he didn't really think about it. From a distance, he looked exactly like a dog - admittedly, a very large, three-headed dog - but up close, the legs weren't exactly right, and his chest twitched with lean muscle that shifted as he twitched excitedly.

Stretching out both necks, Rob sat down, enjoying the feeling of his collars tightening around him, one at a time. "There we go, dog. They look good on you." Scruffing Rob's black hair, Master's hands dropped, lifting up each of his chins, and giving each head a short examination. "_You're_looking good too. Very handsome. Glad to see I haven't lost my eye for a good dog." Straightening up, Master stretched his arms into the air. His cock jumped. "Right. Best dinner started." After checking on Rob's water bowl, Master looked around. "I'll be back. Stay here."

Yes, Master._Stretching out, Rob lowered himself onto the floor. He sighed, all three necks stretching out, enjoying the feeling of being collared. **We are pretty tired. _It's been a fun day.** The one thing Rob wished for was being able to spend more time with Master: he knew he had to go out - he seemed happier at home, so it made sense he wouldn't do something that made him unhappy unless he needed to - but with him gone, even if it was only in the building he could see from the window, Rob felt sad. Letting out a short howl, he blinked. Transforming so much over a short period of time had worn out his body more than the sex had, and it caught up to him.

This time, Rob didn't dream.

When he woke up, it was to the delicious smell of meat sizzling; the stove had warmed up the room, and Master stood beside it, turning something on one of his pans that smelled delicious. Pushing his front legs out, Rob stretched and yawned. Blinking, he slumped down again, and curled around, licking at his sheath. His red tip peeked out, and his rough tongue ran over it. Shivers of pleasure filled his head._Mmm... feels good._It wasn't just licking his dick: he had a good Master, a warm place to rest, and soon he would have a full stomach to match.

Master served up the meal: sizzling bacon and scrambled eggs were carefully portioned into each of the bowls. Taking his own plate last, Rob waited until he wasn't at risk of knocking him over; then he dashed towards it, gobbling it down. A short time later, and he was licking the bowls clean, the warmth filling his stomach. Topping up with some water, he padded over, looking up; Master had finished his plate too, and was now watching more of that old black-and-white pornography he seemed to had. Watching it idly, he sniffed at Master's crotch. He's not horny?But, he's watching porn! Maybe it's because he just finished eating?

Rob certainly didn't feel particularly in the mood for sex, either. To his surprise, he was glad Master didn't seem too turned on by what was happening on screen. Noticing he was being watched, Master patted at the empty space in between his legs. "Come watch, dog," he said. Tensing up his hind legs, Rob suddenly felt worryingly full. Hope we don't throw up... Shoving off the ground, he landed, sending the bed creaking as he padded around until he found a good spot to settle down in. Pushing his left head into Master's crotch, the other two watched the television, resting along Master's leg. "Any regrets, dog?" Master reached down, tracing a weird pattern on top of the central head.

Rob shuddered, his foggy memories becoming clear.I remember! I was human! I..._Remembering all of that so suddenly was an immense shock, especially with how different his body seemed in his memories. Having only one head, one voice, it seemed strange. Turning, he looked Master in the eyes._I don't even know your name! I... Master, why - are you giving me a chance to go back? You are, aren't you?

"Only fair," Master noted. "Kinda surprised me with how_keen_ya were. I knew I picked a good one that day, but ya still surprised me." He smiled. "Thought maybe ya just got real horny, and... well, I'll be thrilled if ya chose to stay. Gonna warn ya again though, dog. Stay, and there ain't any going back. You're mine, for a_long_long time. Big decision, so I ain't gonna rush ya."

There was no reason for Master to explain to Rob what he had meant. The truth was all around him, seeping into him as he lay there in his strangely comfortable three-headed dog's body. Everything in this place, but particularly the black-and-white flickering image on the television, felt ancient. Older even than the outdated technology it was presented upon._Okay, let's just watch this for a while._This time, it was satyrs: the goat-legged guys were running around, clearly drunk; their inebriation didn't seem to interfere with their ability to perform. Underneath, Rob felt his cock slide out from his sheath.

Lowering his head - his original head, Rob remembered - back down on Master's leg, he considered everything that had happened to him over the last few days.If I stay, I'll lose everything that I was, but..._Despite trying to actively fight against it, almost _wanting_to find any reason to leave, and go back to his old life, hopefully with the memories he'd made here, he found that he just didn't want to._I don't want to lose this.

Master wanted him. Master_loved_him. It's not a conventional love, sure, but would I want that?_He remembered padding into Master's office. _He needs someone too, I think. He needs a dog to care about, someone to understand how his body is._Thinking of Master's body got him even harder; he felt the canine snout on his left-most head bury even deeper into Master's crotch._It's not just about_him_though. I_like it too. I like giving him my body to use. It's nice to be desired, to be looked after, to not have to worry about all that complicated shit that life throws at you._

Around his necks, he felt the snug-fitting collars.Let's face it; if I didn't want this, why is my body responding like this to all this weird stuff? Why was I exploring a sex store; the_back_of a sex store. Maybe I didn't want this to happen, but it did. It did, and I_love_it!

"Ain't gonna just keep ya around for sex," Master piped in. "Ain't gonna keep no_whore_dog!"

Rob slowly knew where this was going.No, you're going to keep a slut dog!_Suddenly, his stomach didn't seem so full. Panting he felt a strange_flowing: his human thoughts and memories swirled around. Sliding his paws under him, Rob felt his self pushing outwards as he stood up. Yeah, why be ashamed of what I am - what we are - and what we like?We love you, Master; we want to be with you; and we definitely definitely want you to fuck us as much as you want. All of us do, and if doing a bunch of chores is the price for that, fuck it, we'll do that too!_Pushing up, his paws landed on Master's chest, three pairs of eyes staring intently back at his yellow ones, filled with their own golden glow. **Now_please** fuck us and make us your dog! Your good dog!

Master tugged on Rob's legs, and he fell onto him. "C'mere then." Rob's tongues lapped at their Master as he continued sliding them upwards, feeling his emerging shaft burning hot. They wriggled, Master sliding underneath, giving Rob a bumpy, creaky ride. Being jostled on top of Master's body was thrilling on its own, but the idea of this being_it -_the final chance he had to run and have a normal life - made it all so much more thrilling. Grinding his rump, he helped push more inches of Master's thick red rocket out of his sheath. Grinning up at him, Master noted. "Y'all_really_do want this, huh?"

Yes,Master! Rob's muzzles descended upon Master's chest, licking between and over his pectorals, migrating to sniffing his pits while his middle tongue slipped into Master's mouth. Tongues meeting, Rob felt a pulsing through his body._This is it!_Feeling the little bits of his old human body start to slip away was kind of arousing too: not only because it showed Master that he was totally committed, and not just because it meant he'd be treated like a dog, but actually becoming Master's dog was something he found rather hot all on it's own.

Master pushed Rob's ass into the air, reaching between his legs and groping around for his dick. Pulling it through, he started sliding Rob up his chest, preparing to spear him in the rear. With himself and Rob in position, Master reached down to pump his shaft, coaxing out some pre-cum that immediately smeared itself over his tip and Rob's wrinkled hole.

All four mouths were open, panting heavily. Rob rode the waves of Master's breath, feeling how wonderfully close his juicy cock was to plunging inside him.Once he does, he's going to knot us. He'll fill us with his cum. Then we'll truly be his dog forever... Whimpering excitedly, Rob's licking intensified, pressing his body against his Master, relishing the tight feeling of their bodies squeezing together against his penis. He felt a slickness - not really wet, but certainly fluid - growing between him and his Master, a slurping smack added to the bristle of fur rubbing against fur.

Master's hands moved to Rob's shoulders. Their eyes locked onto each other._Do it!_Clenching his jaws shut - Rob didn't know what to expect with the final wave of transformations, but expected some pain - he relaxed, feeling the hands squeezing him slowly push him down. His sphincter opened, and an inch of Master's tip slipped into him. Master's hands massaged his shoulders, then pushed him down again. Peeking through squinting eyes, he saw something - a flicker of magic, perhaps - and he saw a canine face where Master's should have been for a moment. He looks a lot like us.

Two inches were inside Rob, his body squirming as his hole started to really stretch out. Even the pain was exciting now; he wanted Master to thrust in, to stretch him open, to invade, and to fill him up with his hot cum._ We're a dirty dog, Master, but we're a good dog too! Good_ dog good dog good dog...

Inside, Rob didn't just feel Master's leaking shaft trickle his natural lubricant into him, but he seemed to be filling up with some of Master's personality too. A burning ran through each of his muscles.Master needs me to be more than just a good dog. Master needs me to be a strong dog. A confident dog. Puffing out his chest proudly, he stared right into his Master's eyes; the love and lust passing between them almost overwhelming his mind, like a personality climax. Pressing his paws down on Master's firm, square shoulders, Rob forced another inch of Master inside him, then another. All three heads raised, and howled; from below, he heard Master joining in with him.

Feeling his inner lining sliding deeper along Master's cock, Rob felt his claws dig in a little. Using his legs, he pushed up and squatted, meeting Master's growing thrusts with ease. Staring up at the ceiling, everything seemed to glow. Master was now mostly using his hips, but that didn't mean his hands weren't busy. Holding Rob's legs out, he stretched his muzzle down, taking Rob's leaky dog dick into it.Oh fuck, Master! Never believing he would be so lucky, his hips started giving a little crotch-thrust at the end, the head of his firm canine shaft spiking along Master's tongue.

Rob's heads spun with delight. All three heads panted; it was the only way to not burst into flames.We'll ride you, Master! Suck us try. _ Empty us of our humanity, and seal us as your loyal beasts! Barely able to hold back, he closed each set of eyes one by one, trying to contain himself. Struggling to keep his knot from blossoming out and sending his tip stabbing into the back of Master's throat, he prayed he would get tied soon._Please Master, we are ready! Claim your good_dog!_

"Here ya go, dog!" Master's hands suddenly squeezed around Rob's waist. Pain seared through it, but Rob's brains were too busy soaring in ecstasy to notice. All that registered was the peace, the contentment, of Master's huge knot pushing up against his hole and being slammed in, where it swelled even larger. Light seemed to pour out of Rob's eyes, as if an internal fire was growing hotter. Unable and unwilling to restrain his orgasm any more, he allowed it to flow through him. A fraction of a second later, he heard Master groan, and felt him shuddering all the way along the meaty red rod pulsing in his ass.

Cum gushed everywhere. That's what it felt like to Rob. Muscles trembled as Master continued to suck and lick, eagerly feasting off of Rob's ejaculation. Inside, he felt his guts burn as he was slowly filled up by thick, repeating releases of his Master's seed into his body. Startled by the overwhelming feeling of Master's fingers rubbing his chest, Rob stared down. Once golden, all six of his eyes were a fierce, fiery red. Long tongues drooling with saliva bore down on their Master, whose hips still jerked up and down rapidly, the belly strokes he was giving his new dog moving to back scratches as he continued to squirt inside Rob.

Tied by our Master. Is there anything better? Being tied again_by our Master?_ Rob stretched out in contentment. His muscles and body were burning with power, but it was one that was feeding off his energy reserves; that didn't even count the pleasing tiredness of having satisfied his Master's and his own lusts._We'll take sleeping on top of Master for now._Sprawling out, he weakly licked Master's face, the fight of his eyelids to stay open slowly losing.

* * *

Red eyes, glowing like embers, stared out of the darkness. An agile, strong, athletic canine form bounded, seemingly from shadow to shadow. The night's air was cool and invigoration, his hard-working muscles and fur keeping him warm as he prowled around. Despite the maze of rusting wrecks, the shape found its way easily. It could be pitch black, and he'd be as sure-footed on all four paws. With three powerful noses and six keen ears, there was nothing - he was certain of it - that could defeat him on his own domain.

Knight. _ Rob the Knight. Rob the Knight of the Night._Master had finally chosen a name for him, which he now bore proudly. Closing his eyes, he raised his snouts into the air, sniffing. It was only out of love and concern; he knew Master would still be sleeping. We made sure he'd be sleeping soundly, alright! Three grinning muzzles bared three sets of sharp fangs. Even after a month, they rutted like the wild beasts they were at heart.

While they weren't exploring each other very thoroughly, just in case they had somehow missed something one of the numerous other times they had done it during their time together, the newly-dubbed Knight trained under his Master. Early mornings called for laps, relying on all scents to complete the circuits in faster and faster times. Before dinner, they would play-fight, allowing him to learn. Master could bite hard, and so did he; but he learned that they both were fairly resilient, and he knew he would need to learn these skills.

Halting suddenly, all of his senses went on high alert._ That came from over near the gate. A streak of light cut across the darkness, as a cacophony of rattling filled his many ears._Someone's climbing over. A trespasser, huh? The grins appeared again. _ Guess they didn't read the sign? Master will be angry, he spent a lot of time away picking one up._ Let's go teach them some manners. Becoming fiery eyes peering out of shadow again, Master's Knight bounded near-noiselessly towards where he heard the sounds loudest and the scents strongest.

Dressed all in black, the thin, weaselly human that smelled like smoke and piss barely had tied to scream as he swung his torch and saw the dog barrelling towards him. It wasn't just any dog, but a man-sized, three-headed, black-furred beast, blood-red eyes blazing in fury and glistening fangs open as it leapt upon him.

Landing on the intruder with a thud, Master's valiant Knight raised his leg, drooling gleefully as he sprayed the human._ Not like you don't already stink of piss. At least you smell like_ good_piss now.Gripping his shoulder gently, he started pulling the intruder toward's where Master was sleeping. **Master will want to see him. _Maybe he'll let us keep him as a chew toy...**

Feeling very pleased with himself, the retreating shape did not notice that the sign - Beware of the Dog - had come off when the intruder had climbed over.