...To be honest, before now, we didn't trust him. Before he became this.

Let me tell you a story. The story of how I got my first human puppy bitch cumslut. His words, I swear.

My name is Raines de Los Santos. My name is my title, and I will be addressed as such by everyone who hears my story. Everyone who  doesn't already call me Master. I make sure my figure stays slim, dark skin, 6'0 on the dot. It's not hard to maintain appearances when anyone who sees me usually ends up slumped between my legs with bullet holes through their brains.

I've made an effort to always be in control of any situation I'm presented with, which has allowed me to plan my way through more... lucrative business deals. I spearheaded the operation by selling powdered "good times" to people and furs alike. The money that got me allowed me to sell people. Protection. So much more.

One such "deal" took me through religious channels, so deep I only had a fraction of a chance to get out of it safely. My reward would be all the money I could dream of, and the only thing standing in my way is the newly appointed Vicar Iemyr, better known as Veeker. He was the youngest ever appointed to office in the Vatican, a stoic man who always kept to himself and never revealed so much as the skin on his neck. If he found out about the trade, the drugs, the snuffings that went on as part of the 'trade'...? He'd be famous, I'd be in jail and probably hanged.

So, of fucking course, who decides to start an investigation into what exactly is in these "charitable donations" the Church has been receiving lately? One particularly nosy dog. Iemyr snuck into the back room while I was counting up the payment and demanded we show him what was going on in here.

"I will not have the religion that saved my life tarnished by dealings with these... these criminals!" he shouted at us, and turned to leave the room. 

He made it about... three steps or so, before I had my hand on his shoulder in one of those paralyzing death grips you see in movies. But, I think it was moreso my presence as a crime lord that stunned him than my grip.  The doors slammed closed in his face, and I swear I could see him starting to blush under that long hair he sported. I pressed my face up to him, I felt his warmth, pulled him back into me. I had to control him now. He was a factor in this when he wasn't before. I felt his breath, shallow and ragged, fear slowly starting to creep into him as his eyes darted left and right. 

He slowly reached up for the door, to which I responded by grabbing his crotch and pulling him back against me. Truth be told, I'd been wanting to break him for so long now. Ever since our eyes first met, I knew he would try to get in my way, and I knew what I would have to do to him. But there was one thing I didn't account for during all of this forethought.

I didn't account for Iemyr to be having a hard-on right now.

My eyes widened with surprise, as did his when I tossed him to the floor in the only well lit area in the room. I walked over to him with two of my guards, one of whose dogs was barking loudly at the intruder. I press my foot to his crotch and grind it in circles, my boys beginning to kick him repeatedly. He groaned in pain with each hit, covering his face weakly. I kept him facing me like that, waiting to see bruises form on his arms, then I put my hands out, stopping the abuse temporarily.

"My Iemyr. Welcome home. I waited for the day to come when... What's that story you tell? The Prodigal Wolf? That's you right now, come to your alpha to sniff at his crotch, where you belong." I said, and he looked confused, probably a little dazed from the kicking.

"I... I will have you reported... killed! For this... You will burn in the Hadesian pits..." He tried to threaten me. He had no leverage, and he knew it, yet in his mind, he resists.

"I suppose I'll be meeting you there, then. Good night, Iemyr." I said, pressing my foot down harder. He started to scream from the pain of the pressure against his balls. 

The guard's dog is let loose, and he begins chewing at the holy robes, leaving them in tatters. Iemyr tries to put his hands out to stop it, but is kicked in the stomach by me. His eyes went wide, and he was left breathless for a second. The dog starts biting at his pants, ripping them until they're unusable and hanging on by mere threads. By the time the growling dog was reined in, still ripping apart one of Iemyr's shoes, he was left crying on the floor, muttering something for his Lord to save him. I moved to crouch down next to him, patted his now exposed cock, and placed a hand on his cheek.

"Tell you what, you big slutty masochist. You come home with us. We'll keep you well fed, make sure you're watched and walked like a good dog, and you can be... my pet." 

I pat the softly whining pit bull who was currently trying to rip out Iemyr's throat, blood staining its jowls. Iemyr looks at it, then at me, and shakes his head, covering up his crotch and brushing my hand aside weakly. He moves his face to the floor to hide his shame. I slap him twice, three times, not intending to hide my brutality. Nothing much changes, except he curls up into a tighter ball to try and shield himself. I punch him hard, his face impacting onto the ground and reeling. He finally gets the message and looks at me, coughing.

"Good boy. Takes a little, but you learn. Your other option is you come home with us- there's no changing that part. You come home with us, We feed you our semen, turn you into a filthy little cum-dump that no-one will recognize, and you'll spend your life with your useless condom of a mouth as my underwear!"

I get angrier with every word, punching him again and again in the face, until one of his cheeks start to swell. He begins crying again from the pain, understandably. I make the conscious choice then to sit on his face, wrapping my hand tight around his throat so he doesn't go anywhere.. He gets surprised by this, thrashing about a little bit. My guards start chuckling, unzipping their pants. They know what this is. I do the same, although it's harder with all the thrashing. Somehow, the smell of my cooped-up musky cock pacifies him a little bit. He stops thrashing for a second, probably questioning what's about to happen to him, when suddenly the only noises he makes is a muffled "G-ghk! Hgggh...!"

The two guards to the left and right of me, George and James, along with myself, forced all three of our rather large members down his throat. Our balls pressed against his cheeks and face, and he began drooling around them as his tongue pushed against us, trying everything to get us out of his mouth. I made sure these two were a gay couple for just this reason. They were sick fucks that loved this, and loyal to me, the one person who could give them their fantasy. They began groaning and moaning, humping his face against each other. Iemyr had to breathe through his mouth, since his nose was stuck sucking in my balls instead of air.  

George and James began kneeling on his arms, holding each other in an affectionate embrace, and figuratively fucking Iemyr's face into the ground. I even gasped pleasurably a few times, just the thought of doing this to someone hit a couple of my kinks hard, too. Didn't help that his tongue was dancing between our cocks and half-consciously slurping up a mixed cocktail of pre-cum.

"How do you like that taste? That's gonna be your breakfast, lunch, and dinner, slut! He loves it. Hey, we got you a new religion now. It's called cock worship!" We demeaned him, and fucked him, and oh, it was heavenly.

Eventually, his struggles died down. He started tapping the boys' asses for air, moaning out muffled "mmmh... mmm! M-kkh!"s. He even stopped kicking at the pit bull humping his leg, his body slowly going limp under us. His tongue stopped slapping at our cocks, letting James be the first one down in to fully constrict his esophagus with his girth. George, however, was the first to cum, filling Iemyr's mouth with hot semen. The Vicar reacted by lurching his entire body upwards, a dark, wet spot forming on the tattered underwear he was wearing. His body went completely limp under the three of us, and the two of them kissed. Their cocks pulsed and another thick load of semen was forced down his throat. 

Iemyr was reduced to a wheezing puddle smelling of semen, shamed and humiliated, a dog lapping semen still dripping from his cock, and three more diamond-hard rods pressed into his wheezing throat that choked him unconscious. Once we were sure his limp body was out, we started planning on how we were going to handle it the situation. I was still sitting over his face, listening to him moan as he was dreaming about sucking my cock. I could tell, with the way his tongue was lapping at the underside of mine. I patted him on the cheek gently, smiling under the ironic knowledge that he'd be getting to taste a lot more of it soon.
Iemyr wakes up to the sound of chains rattling. The knowledge that these chains are attached to him quickly dawns on him, as he can't move his arms at all, and he's forced into a kneeling position. His eyes widen, then focus on me, sitting in the corner of this new dilapidated stone room we find ourselves in. I uncross my legs and stand, walking over to him slowly, swaying my hips with each step. He looks so scared... so confused. He looks down at my feet when I stop in front of him, and only then does he realize he's naked.

"Where am I...? What am I doing here? Who are you...?" He begins questioning me.

I respond by grabbing him just under the chin and forcing him to his feet, staring directly into his eyes and thrusting my hand just under his cock. His eyes visibly shake and his knees buckle, causing the chains around his ankles to shake. A blush shines bright on his face, reflected in the pale moonlight shining through the grate in the ceiling, one of only two light sources in the room. His cock twitches in my hand, slowly engorging and growing fully erect. His eyes half-close, arousal starting to present itself over his naked body as he gently struggles against me. He knew it was futile, he was doing it to please me.

"What... are you going.. to do to me...?" he asked. I felt compelled to reply.

"I'm going to make you forget everything you've ever seen." I replied, still looking deep into his eyes. 

My other hand begins unzipping my fly, my hot cock spilling out until our tips touched together. He gently cried out, a soft moan released under warm breath that travels down my chest. I began to walk around him, a cool trail of my pre-cum connecting my cock to his hip. I reach around him and show him my hand, dripping with his own natural lubricant.

"H-how... You can't... I have a family...!"  He tried to make excuses, as if appealing to a humanity I did not have for him.

"You'll forget them too, in time. All you're going to think about is how empty your abused holes will be without a cock to fill them... How much you love cock, cock, cocks, Master's cock is so filling... and how best you can please your master, whom you love sooooo much. Do you understand?"  I mused, speaking softly so to not agitate him.

I had all my fingers up, but by the time I was done, I only had two sticky, lube-coated fingers raised, of which I stuffed into his mouth. With his attention divided, he subconsciously began humping into my hand, pushing forward and back against my cock.

"Those drugs work fast, don't they? Or am I your drug, cutie...? Let me have your body, and I'll give you what you need."

I press a finger to the hole where the needle was pressed into his unconscious neck, the most sensitive spot on his melting body. He humps faster, spilling a line of watery pre to the floor, and shooting a small squirt of it down his thigh when I press my rod to his taut butt. He looked so cute. I knew if I were to ever break him, it would have to be now.

"Do you want to cum, my sweet cum-loving slave...?" 

"But... God... I... Pure..." His ability to make a coherent thought flies out of the window.

"Don't worry, sweetie. I'm your God now." I say, gripping his cock tightly in my hand, stepping forward, and thrusting my hips into his. His head lolls back into my shoulder, and I know he's mine now.

It's mere seconds before Iemyr is begging me to let him reach orgasm, his voice in a much higher pitch than it was before. However, I have a tight grip on his throbbing phallus, and several means with which to torture him. The first of which is a tight chastity cage, cold metal that wraps painfully around his cock. The entire cage moves when he throbs, but I lock it snugly around his balls, and he shakes in his chains.

"P-please... Please, you seem so nice... Please, lemme- lemme finish... I nnn-eeeeeed this...!" He cries, trying to push his hips back into mine, trying to use my erection as a dildo.

"First rule. My name is Master, and yours doesn't matter. You must please Master first. 'How may I please you, Master?'" I command him, with a stern tone of voice. I planned to break him, and it seemed to be working.

"H-hao... How- Pleeease, Master! Master, lemme cum...!" 

He actively humps me with his ass, doing anything to get himself off. I slap him, and he doubles over, panting heavily. Drops of his sweat fall to the floor, and I lean over him, making sure he knows who is in control of him and everything he does. He begins to cry from the pain, the little sissy. I start rocking my hips back and forth, making him swing in the chains until his ass slammed back into mine. He began breathing heavily, huffing, mumbling to himself. I gave him a minute to collect his thoughts, before leaning over him and resuming the wet thrusting into him.

With every hit, he moaned out a mantra to himself to keep his thoughts off it. At that point, it was just a silent "please..." that was almost too quiet for me to hear. His knees buckled, almost all of his weight was now being supported by my arms and my cock. He was hypnotizing himself, and it was all too easy for me at this point.

"You love my cock, hmm?" I asked sweetly, followed by a soft grunt as my cock rams his asshole again. "If you answer properly... I'll- ...I'll think about... rewarding you..."

"Yes Master... Yes, Master... Yes, Master, How can I- p-please Master...?" He whispers, replacing his old mantra.

I groan, his little sissified whimpers sending me over the edge. I grab his hips and with an audible 'click', the cage falls off of Iemyr. His back arches against mine, his cock springing erect so fast the cage itself flies off a few feet in front of us. I visibly see his semen pulsing through it, shooting out in time with my thrusts, his eyes stare through mine and up at the ceiling, dilating and pulsing with every throb of his cock. He looked as if he'd died and went to heaven just then, and I was his angel.

Needless to say, this power fantasy rushing through me made the orgasm I bred him with make him feel pregnant afterwards. I came hard. I came so hard my balls hurt afterwards. I started filling his tight asshole with so much semen, it overflowed onto the cool floors beneath us, dripping down his thighs where it cooled. 

The best part? He was still so hard afterwards. This drug lasted until his bloodstream sorted it out, and we gave him enough to get him hooked on it. So, that orgasmic bliss he was lost in never died down. I pulled my cock back out of him with a soft 'pop' and touched his sensitive dick, and he made a full-body flinch, his head still raised skyward. His tongue was out to the side of his mouth, and he was drooling, like such a cute little broken slut. Another shot of cum squirted out of his cock, and he seemed entirely vacant. I rubbed up against him and unlatched his chains from the walls of the room, letting him fall to his knees gently. I placed him down on his stomach while he recovered, squatting in front of his face.

"Did you like it my little cum-dump?" I asked, gently brushing his hair with one hand. He gurgles pleasurably in response, too exhausted to even pull his own tongue back in his mouth.

I decide to help him with that, wiping some of the cum he was laying in off and mixing it with my own. I press my fingers to his tongue, pushing it back in for him and making him suck on them. He looks directly up to me, defeated, questioning everything he is or was. His body belongs to me and his mind wonders why. I can see it by the way his eyes are darting around my body, to my dripping cock that was just recently pleasuring him so much by an act of sodomy. DID he like it? WAS he just a... a little cum-dump?

"You know... It feels so much better if you don't think about it. Let's try again. Did you enjoy it... my cock-teasing buttslut? My precious dicksucker? My pet? My slave? This living condom I'm addressing...?"

Every word makes him visibly flinch, but less and less so as the berating goes on, until tears stream from his eyes. He whispers something inaudible, and I lean closer until I can hear what he says. Luckily, he repeats it, getting the message when I do.

"...Yes... Master..."
Days passed like this. We rotated shifts so everyone with a cock could enjoy some freshly caught sissy boy butt. Anyone could have him whenever they wanted, of course. When I returned, I found a beaten slave, bruised all over. There was marker writing along his ass cheeks, derogatory terms like 'slut!' 'free hole' 'cock goes here' 'breeding tube' 'cock milker' 'number of times orgasmed: xxxv' scrawled all over him. 

Iemyr looked up at me, defeated. He mumbled a disgruntled "Yes, what do you want...?" to me. By now the drugs had worn off, and he'd forgotten his place. I started removing the shackles from the walls, letting Iemyr fall to the ground on his hands and knees. He gasped in surprise, then again when those chains that tied him to the wall left a bruise in his neck. I knelt behind him, garrotting him with them.

"You're not allowed to speak to me that way." I commanded. "Address me properly."

I tightened the chains, forcing his head to the floor. He tried to thrash at me, but I pressed my knee to the back of his, immobilizing him somewhat. By now, my cock was pressed flush against his plugged hole. For punishment, we had all our male canines have their way with him, then forced him to sleep with several fillings of their semen lodged inside him. Of course, we all watched. 

Iemyr slumped to the floor, eyes open wide, mouth opening and closing as if to speak or breathe, but no sound came out. He wasn't even able to make his cute gurgles and chokes. A weird frothy spit drooled from him, and I waited for him to be too weak to move at all, letting him teeter on the verge of consciousness, before removing the plug and letting all that fermenting piss and semen run out of his hole. I waved the air to circulate it, letting the chains go so I could spread his asshole wide. Counting to three, I plunged my cock into the mess inside his gaped mixing bowl that was his hole, re-plugging it. It made a strange squishing noise, as if the flesh inside him had been liquefied and I was fucking a jar of mayonnaise instead of a cum-filled destroyed rectum.

Iemyr moaned softly at his abuse, still pretending to be choked out. He did these cute over exaggerated twitches and forced his eyes up into the back of his head every time I looked at him. I guess he thought if he played dead, I'd be stupid enough to leave him alone. I just kept wetly pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust, moaning once I got the rhythm down. Eventually, Iemyr couldn't keep up his act and scratched at the ground, trying to gain a footing. I pulled his hair roughly, and he groaned and tried to paw at my hands.

"What ki-hind of sick f-fuck would... a dirty... corpse...? F-fuck..." He begins, purposefully looking the opposite direction of me. I press my hands to his hips and slowly grind in the muck, adding my pre-cum to the cock-mangled bog his asshole was.

"The same kind of sick fuck that would breed a slut that like being fucked roughly by animals, then getting choked out and beaten while he takes cocks in the ass?" I reply. He quiets down.
I get tired of his snarky attitude quickly and pull out of Iemyr, grabbing his bruised neck and pressing my cock to his face. He recoiled from the smell and taste, but I forced it inside his throat anyways. He moaned and started to lick me clean, rolling his eyes again. His ass was starting to slump into the puddle underneath him, but I picked him up and slipped under his crotch. His eyes went wide, as if he was hiding something. I pull my dripping cock back and slap him across the bridge of the nose with it, resting my balls on his protruding tongue. He seems to know I know something.

"...It's the smell, isn't it? The musk is... intoxicating. Oh, they'll be so glad to hear that..." I begin, reaching around him to stroke his cock, hard as steel and twitching in my hand.

"P-please, no... No, they'll ruin me..." He began.

"You're already ruined, don't you get it? If you don't want things to get worse... I suggest you put the pieces together. Now say it." I slide my fingers down his wet shaft, and he shivers.

"...Don't make me do this..." He said, sobbing softly to himself. I correct him by smacking him with sticky fingers, making him take in his own strong male scent, mixed in with my own. 

"Please... Don't..." 

"Don't... stop..."

I hear a soft squishing behind him. He's looking up at me pitifully, stroking his own cock in a weak attempt to get off. He waits for my command, resting on the floor as if I can't see what he's doing. He raises his nose up to nuzzle against the hairs on the underside of my sack, flinching when my dick twitches and slaps against the bridge of his nose.

"I... I don't want to... I...-" His eyes suddenly dilated. Something in him... broke. Suddenly, his voice started slurring. He began gently kissing the spot in the middle of my testes.

"I... I wanna... pleashe you... Mass-sher... H-how... How... Please Master...?" He coos at me. 

His cute voice alone is enough to make my cock jump, but this time when it smacks against his nose, he doesn't flinch at all. Nothing I do anymore does. He just submits and accepts it. I raise my arm over my head and smack his ass, spanking him hard enough for the flesh to ripple all the way up his back. He moans loudly, his pupils shake, and he begins stroking himself harder. I whip out my phone and mass send a series of photos of this broken slut to everyone in the crew, one where his hair is wet with my piss, one where his eyes roll up into his head with orgasm from the taste, one where he's kissing the tip of my cock clean...

"You and I are going to have a lot of fun." I smiled, stroking his messy hair. He licks my cock in response, almost purring underneath me. 
...Three months went by in a snap with this project. As we suspected, with this Vicar as our new pet cocksucker, we pulled off the trade deals without a hitch. We used Iemyr to relieve stress any time we were in the same area with him. Just that musky smell he'd started putting off. I think some of our cum was fused into his skin or something, like a cock-lotion. I don't know what they did to him, but it was nothing worse than what I had done. My boys just forced him to orgasm for their own torture, probably several times in one sitting. I'd forced him to submit his body and mind to me. The second he recognized my form, as if by heart: 

"Yes, Master! How may I please you?"

I stepped up to Iemyr and pressed a vibrator set to high against his cock, mashing it against his stomach. He immediately started twitching and... whining. Whining like a dog. He put his hands up in the air as if they were paws and began howling like a dog, humping the air to try and 'fuck' the vibrator. I only used it to stun him, though, so when I unshackled him from the wall, he fell to his hands and knees, and I would be at an advantage over him. He knelt there, panting, and just as he was about to raise his head, he bumped the top of his nose against my cock.

I raised my hand as if to discipline him, but he seemed just fine with his place there, and began fitting me inside his slutty throat. He was drooling along my length, looking up at me for approval as he noisily slurped at my tip, licking the head in circles. He began to go down on me, taking cock until he gagged, then holding it there himself for a bit before pulling back. I knew he couldn't have been broken fully yet, no-one was this submissive. It had barely been a month of this torture, and he'd gone this far...? No, this was how he was resisting us now. My eyes narrowed, and he seemed to observe my pensive attitude.

"A-am I displeasing Master...? I am... ready for my punishment..." He said, looking down at the floor. Iemyr then turns around, raises his butt in the air, and lowers his head all the way to the ground.

I look at him, then smile. I could control this, too. I lift my foot and press the heel against his balls, my sole over his asshole. He whimpers, then shudders at the touch. I rub up and down with it, taking out my phone and texting someone. Less than a minute later, a doggy bowl full of off white semen is slid into the room, as is the canine that poured it.

"Head up." I command, pressing his face into the bowl. He moans immediately, wiggling his ass as if  to entice me into using him like this. 

"Today, we're going to be painting, slut. Your tongue is the brush... and this is your canvas." I infer, placing the dog's haunches in front of Iemyr. The dog is well trained, and seems oblivious to the whole situation, instead choosing to sniff the puddle of semen at its feet.His cock slips out of its sheath, swinging between his legs. Iemyr looks up at me and smiles extremely wide, as if his entire life culminated to this point.

"Anything for you... Master..." Iemyr slurred, his fingers dancing across his own crotch. He dips his nose and tongue in the bowl of semen, lapping it up and swirling it around his tongue.  I hold his neck up with both hands, pressing his hard cock into his own stomach with my thigh. Pre-cum already drips down the length of my thigh as I drag his face along the dog's haunch, a trail of his drool lining the backside of its fur. It yelps and whimpers, adjusting itself, but not moving more than an inch. It seems to enjoy this treatment, as does its slave.

Iemyr drags his tongue off, spitting out clumps of fur that stick to his tongue. I immediately grab his throat forcefully, stepping over him and choking the drooling organ out of his mouth. He seems surprised at first, then groans pleasurably when I smack his ass as 'punishment'.

"Good sluts never spit. You lick or you swallow." I smack him again, and he sticks his tongue out to show me, making muffled babbles. I present my cock in front of him, the object of his worship, and his eyes light up. He babbles again, asking me if this is okay.

"Yes, slut, you may have some worship for being a good little paintbrush." I affirm, and he immediately gets to work wiping his tongue off on my dick. He takes long, slow strokes, up to the tip, and he kisses that part, worshipping it especially lovingly. He places his hands on my thighs, crawling up to me and almost knocking his bowl of 'paint' over. I steady it with a foot while he presses himself into me, his nose flush against my crotch. A dollop of pre-cum drips down his cheeks, his cock throbbing under me.

"Ah-ah. You still have work to do." I press him back against the bowl, forcing him to lose his balance. He stares at my twitching cock for a long while, mesmerized by it... then, he makes the best argument a broken sissy slut like him can think up.

"...Master... I can't think... I need it to-... to... please...." He begins, trailing off to lick me again, going back to his worship as if nothing happened.

"I'll have to hide this somewhere safe so you can't be hypnotized by it. Hey, Slave. Where can I hide a cock nice and snug and safe?" I say, slapping him twice in the face. 

He gets pushed onto his ass again, blinking twice and registering the question. It takes a second for his lust-addled mind to remember the answer, and he turns around and bends over, face down ass up as he's become so comfortable doing.

"This hole... Put cock nice and warm in this dirty fuck-hole, Master...!" He giggles out, shaking with excitement. He presses his butt up to me, grinding it up and down along my shaft, pressing his hole against my tip.

"I suppose that'll do for now. Now, get back to work!" I grab his butt, my nails digging into his soft flesh. I hold him to me while he's moaning and drooling, then thrust forward and miss completely due to his wiggling. 
I get annoyed quickly by this failing and sink his face into the puddle of semen, uncaring that this is exactly what he wanted out of this. He makes wet gurgles, flailing about around me before settling down in the bowl. He's holding his breath as I drown him in cum, his cock nearly bursting with the need to release. I lift his limp form from the bowl and press it right up into the canine's crotch, making a wet splat that sends a dirty shudder through the bitch boy.

Now that I have a cum-drunk, gurgling, worthless piece of ass in my clutches, I line up and thrust forward. Even drunk on semen as he is, he gasps loud at the sudden invasion and slumps forward, his own cock dipping into the bowl of 'paint' and adding to it. I lean forward and whisper something into his ears, minding the splashing cum everywhere, and his entire face beams brilliantly as his hands shoot up to grab the dog's haunches. He lifts his hips up and presses his spurting cock to its tailhole, missing a couple of times because I'm using him as a sex doll and his eyes are currently in a hazy fog from being fucked senseless. 

However, the one time he hits home, he screams in pleasure, humping the dog's asshole like... an actual dog in heat. With every thrust forward, I push deep inside his asshole, pressing his prostate into him. He squeals and squirts a couple more drops of cum into the whimpering canine, who tries his best to place his legs on Iemyr's thighs and remove this broken human's 'knot' from him, to no avail. Iemyr is too lost in lust to even form anything more than an incoherent semen-drenched babble, much less be concerned with how much he's breeding this dog.

I wrap my arms around their waists, surprised at how hard Iemyr tries to tighten his hole around me. With each pull outwards, there's a slight sucking noise as my cock distends his intestines. He can obviously feel it, because he constantly moans out "gape me... break me... fill me!" on repeat, burying his face in this dog's fur. The canine yowls and cums as well, his semen splattering onto the floor. I push Iemyr's head underneath the beast's legs so he can lick up the mess he made... while preparing to add one of my own inside him. He looks somewhat cute with a dog's cock rested in his hair, semen dripping out of its asshole atop his head...

I hold his head down and groan as quietly as I can into his back, thrusting one final time, and hard at that. I bury myself as deep as I can go, filling him deep while he cries out for me to do exactly that. He's so taken by me cumming inside him that it brings him to a second orgasm so quickly after the first. I lay him down onto his side and spoon him, gently petting the underside of his cock as it weakly dribbles out semen onto his thigh. He shivers, rubbing his ass into my crotch to try and fit more cock inside him. It seems to calm him when he's being filled. It was then, four months into turning this living condom into what he is that I decided I liked him. I liked him enough that perhaps a change of scenery was in order... if he was ready.

"Let's see here... What's your name?" I ask, very slowly recovering from the orgasmic high. It was hard to do so, still buried deep inside him.

Iemyr thinks for a second, watching the dog pace in circles before stopping to lick himself clean. He grabs the dog's sensitive cock and pulls him in to get a whiff of his dirty knot and lick a line of cum off of it, sharing kisses with his new canine lover.

"Fucktoy, Slut, Sissy, Living Condom, Cumdump, Cumslut, Cum-whore, Cock-sucker, Semen-Slurping-Penis-Muncher, Master's Dick Warmer-" He begins, somehow able to name almost all the names I've called them.

"...Let's just say that last one. Master's D.W." I stop him before I have to fuck him silly again. I can feel myself hardening in his tightness already... so I move on to another question quickly. 

"And what is your purpose...?" I ask. He wastes no time thinking with this one.

"My purpose is to serve Master in whatever sexual fantasy or desire he may have. He is my everything, his cock is my deity, and I am its worshipper." He recited by memory.

"Who taught you that?" I started grinding up against him, making wet sloshes against his squishy booty. He moans softly, curling his arms up into his chest and nibbling on his fingers.

"I was... waiting for you... to ask that..." He admits, twiddling his fingers.

"Last question... If you could... do this forever...-" I begin, but am immediately cut off by a sissy moaning out his reply.

"Yes! Yes, please, please Master! I'll do anything!" He cuts me off mid-sentence, basically riding my cock from the side.

"...Anything?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Name your wishes, Master... Let me please you, follow you blindly... You gave me every fetish I've ever hidden. I have... I want... nothing else..." He shivers at the mere thought, another drop of cum lowering to the floor as his cock pulses it out. He has to do everything to resist jerking himself off.

"...I want you to ride my hard cock until your asshole's shaped like the tip of my dick." I command him, laying flat on my back  with him atop me. He turns to face me, squatting over my crotch, and wastes no time filling himself with that pre-dripping rod he loves so much.

"...Yes, Master! How may I please you...?!" He screams out, wrapping his arms around me as he bounces his ass up and down on my cock like a jackhammer... where he stayed to this day. Isn't that right, slut?

Anything for you, Master.