Defiled Men

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Fixed

I had been awake, lying in my kennel in the living room, for an hour before my female owner got up. Her name was Masha and once upon a time we had been boyfriend and girlfriend. Then she hooked up with Jeffery and now I’m their dog. She crossed to my kennel and looked down on me. She only had panties on. Her beautiful breasts hung down almost in my face. I so badly wanted to touch them and lick them. The only time that happened was when Jeffery was away on a business trip. Then she would let me out of the kennel to lick and suck her and even sleep at the foot of her bed so that I could lick her ass in the morning to awaken her.

“How’s my boy this morning?” she asked.

I didn’t say anything because I couldn’t. Not long after I had been turned into their dog, Kathy, a friend of theirs, had been over and I had made the mistake of speaking, thinking I could elicit some sympathy for my situation and get saved. What happened was Kathy told them she knew someone who could ‘fix’ me and now I couldn’t speak.

“Are those little balls hurting a bit what with your thingy being all locked up?” she asked, putting her hand through the bars and stroking my head. “Don’t worry; it’s just a few more days till I’m sure that I can convince your master to let you have a little spurt.”

The reason my d**k was locked up was because of Jeffery and, if he had his way, I would never be permitted to have any relief. He believed that I would spray my seed all over and make a mess. Plus, he knew that because of our previous relationship that Masha might actually let me f**k her when he was away.

I nuzzled her hand until she withdrew it. I fidgeted a little to let her know I wanted out, if nothing else I needed to pee badly. I didn’t dare let loose in my cage. I did that one time when the pressure was too much. Jeffery had beaten me until I could barely crawl and had then moved the kennel into the backyard and left me in it for almost a week. Living in s**t and piss in addition to the beating had convinced me to never let that happen again.

“You know I can’t let you out yet, boy,” she said. “Master doesn’t like you loose unless he’s here to supervise.”

I knew that, I just never stopped hoping.

“Of course, when he’s not around and we have our sweet playtimes together he doesn’t have to know. I certainly won’t tell because they are so special for me and I know you can’t tell,” she laughed.

In her way she was just as cruel as he was. It was him who first turned me into a dog, but she could have complained, and she didn’t. She could have stopped them from ‘fixing’ me and she didn’t. I could tell from how wet she was when he was gone, and we played, that she enjoyed having me in this position. She secretly enjoyed degrading me as much as he did.

Just then Jeffery came out of the bedroom wearing nothing but a loose robe with his d**k wagging at half mast, crossed to my kennel and unlocked it.

“Come, boy,” he said, attaching my leash.

He dragged me through the living room and kitchen and out the back door into the back yard. Over by the fence was my ‘spot’. He led me there and waited.

My ‘spot’ was a hole in the ground with a heap of dirt at one end. I was expected to do my business and then use my ‘paws’ to scrape some dirt over it so it didn’t stink. I did what I had to.

“Good boy,” he praised me and then dragged me back inside.

In the living room he let go of my leash, grabbed Masha and threw her on the couch. I knew when he came out half-dressed and with a morning woody that this was probably going to happen. I hated it. I hated having to sit and watch while they made sweet love and I really hated what came after.

I watched. I watched because early on I would turn away, but Jeffery wasn’t having any of that. He wanted to degrade me by boning my ex right in front of me and he wanted to make sure I watched every gruesome moment. If I didn’t, I was punished. One of those had been enough also.

When they finished, he pushed her over next to him, so they were both in a sitting position next to each other on the couch facing me. Then he snapped his fingers.

“Come here, boy, and get your treat,” he said.

I crawled to the couch in front of Masha and waited.

“Here, boy,” she said softly, grabbing my hair, spreading her legs and pulling me in. “Lick up your very special treat that master made for you.”

I licked because the alternative was something I never wanted to experience again either. It was disgusting. I loved licking her cunt when we were alone but not when it was full of revolting c*m.

“Good boy,” she purred as I lapped away at her hot sticky crotch.

Some mornings, and this turned out to one of them, she got so turned on by my licking that she kept me there for an additional orgasm. I didn’t mind because I loved doing that for her. The downside was that it seemed to excite Jeffery so that, by the time I finished, instead of just licking him clean I was pressed into service giving him a blow job.

She screamed out her orgasm and I felt a flush of pride. It always seemed to me that I gave her better orgasms than he did. She let go of my hair and I moved back. My respite lasted about two seconds before Jeffery grabbed my hair and guided my mouth over his prick. He took much longer but finally he too pushed me away.

“Such a good boy,” he said, tousling my head. “Now go get back in your kennel as your masters are going out.”

I crawled back into my kennel and he locked me in.

***

Three days later they had a party. I was confined to my kennel for most of the duration. They had drinks and then a nice meal and then watched a movie on the television.

There were two other couples. One new couple that had never been here before and the other couple that I knew were Rodger and his wife the b***h Kathy. I say she was a b***h because she was the one who knew someone that had ‘fixed’ my vocal chords. Rodger and Kathy pretty much ignored me, but the other couple were fascinated by my owners, Jeffery and Masha, having a human dog. At the end of the evening the guy approached my cage and looked at Jeffery.

“Did he ask you for this?” the guy asked.

“No, man,” Jeffery laughed, “can you imagine wanting to live like a dog?”

“Why is he in there then?” the new guy asked.

“Because we wanted a dog?” Jeffery said as if that explained everything.

“What’s that thing on his d**k?” the guy asked.

“That’s a clever device to make sure we never have any accidents,” Jeffery said.

“Do you ever let him out of it to uh…?” the guy asked.

“If I had my way, his d**k would never have any time out, but Masha is a softy,” Jeffery said. “She used to date him.”

“Wow!” the guy exclaimed. “How often do you let him uh…”

“Masha’s been bugging me to let him have some relief and he is about due,” Jeffery said. “Would you all like to see how we let him have his five minutes of pleasure?”

There was a chorus of yeses all around so Jeffery dragged me out of my kennel and unlocked the hateful device on my d**k.

“Five minutes, boy,” he said, sitting on the couch.

I scrambled over to him, wrapped myself around his leg so that my d**k was on his calf and began pumping.

“Oh my god,” the guy said.

“Yes,” Jeffery laughed, “can you imagine being so hard up that you’d hump another guy’s leg while a bunch of strangers looked on?”

“No way, man,” the guy laughed.

“Pretty f*****g pitiful,” Jeffery said just as I unload weeks of frustration all over his leg.

I knew what to do. The five minutes included cleanup and if I exceeded it then my next release time was doubled. I bent right down and began licking.

“That’s disgusting,” the new guy said.

“What’s disgusting is that I have to let the little bastard do it,” Jeffery said. “And I’m pretty sure that when I’m gone, he gets at Masha although I have the key with me, so I know he’s not using that pitiful thing between his legs.”

I cringed at his words but kept licking.

“I wish I didn’t have to let him out at all, but Masha says because of his s*x drive that it would be very unhealthy for him to not have some relief,” Jeffery said.

“I have a friend who can fix that,” the b***h Kathy said.

“What?” Jeffery asked.

“She’s very good at snipping little balls off of wimps like this boy here,” Kathy said. “I could have her stop by tomorrow. She’ll put him up on all fours on your kitchen table and in just a few minutes all of your concerns will be over with.”

I shuddered. I looked to Masha for hope that she would say no but she had a hungry look on her face and her eyes were glittering.

“Can we watch?” Masha asked.

“Not only can you watch but, if you want, she’ll let you do the actual snip part when she gets him prepped,” Kathy said.

Masha looked at me with an expression that looked like she was going to have an orgasm. I pleaded with my eyes.

“Did you hear that, boy?” Masha giggled. “You’re going to be ‘fixed’.”

If I could have whined, I would have.