In this world exists an animal hierarchy. Many centuries ago, dogs would be the victors over cats in bloody wars, and a new age where cats serve the every need of dogs would forever be our world.


This story focuses on King Dak, a feared dobermann who loves nothing more than toying with and fucking cats. Dak had grown tired of doing the same old hobby of beating felines up and raping them hard. He wanted something more, and then a bright idea popped into his head one day. He would make himself a fucktoy, but not just any fucktoy, a cat so utterly broken and obedient that everything: their lust and pain and even their bodily functions, would be controlled by Dak. The first step to take would be acquiring a college-aged feline to break in. Dak didn't just want a child that he can break in over the years, he wanted someone who was already old enough to have an established identity, and then break that all down and turn them into his ultimate fucktoy. Oh, how much sweeter that would be.


Dak started setting himself up by acquiring me, UnseenPanther. I was a student at university nearly about to finish my undergrad when an officer came in telling me that I had a summons call to none other than the King himself. I immediately started to worry as King Dak's demeanor is known by everyone in the country, and being summoned by him can only mean trouble, but I know I have no choice in the matter so face-to-face to King Dak I soon found myself.


He let it be known that I was going to be his new sextoy, one that will be obedient to him in every way. I didn't know fully what that meant but my fear started to grow even more than before. Dak wasn't the first canine I had to serve. Growing up in a country dominated my dogs, I have found myself on more than one occasion providing oral or anal pleasure to a dog, but something was telling me that King Dak would demand subservience more than what I've ever given before.


He led me up to his bedchambers where he would lie me down and order me to take off my clothes and spread my legs for him. I complied and awaited further command from him. No command would be given, however, as King Dak would strip himself and then immediately start pushing his canine dick inside of me. I yelled out in pain and was immediately slapped. King Dak was angry.


"Do not yell, just sit there and take it."


I was incredulous at the thought. How can anyone be expected to take this silently? But Dak just continued on carving his cock through my insides and I would of course continue to yell and be beaten. Other tools that I assume must've also been in the room already were used on me such as tasers and whips, but Dak mostly just used strangulation and his fists.


Dak's goal was starting to see fruition. The pain of getting my organs pelted from the inside was starting to subside after minutes of fucking and I stopped making any noise whatsoever. For a while there was silence, but then the pleasure started to creep its way in and I let out one tiny moan, at which Dak got angry and started beating me again.


"Do not moan either! Do not cry, do not moan, do not scream, do not yell, do not do anything except sit there, shut up, and take whatever I give you."


I once again shut up as he asked, having to focus hard to not let any sounds or muffles escape from me. No matter how much my mind tried to obey though, my body would still react to the pleasure, and I found myself getting horny. This was immediately handled by an agitated Dak who would punch hard at my dick until it went back down, and if I cried, he would punch harder.


The agonizing fuck went on for a long time and I would continue to fail in my duty as Dak shoved his knot inside of me and came. The knot was just too big to sit there and take it silent, for now. After Dak was done with me he called for the guards to take me away and begin my "repurposement" training.


Over time I would find myself used by not only Dak, but his guards, the castle staff, and even regular citizens in my training. Everyone was told of the orders by Dak and whenever I expressed any emotion or sound that wasn't a neutral expression I would be beaten and tortured relentlessly. Some days I would even find myself taken to the castle dungeons where I was tortured by whips, electricity, spikes, and all sorts of cruelty. Of course, this was also part of my training, and if I managed to not say a word or express any emotion then I would be let out early, and into Dak's gracious company. Dak wasn't actually gracious at all but he sure as hell beat living in the dungeon.


For YEARS this went on. Completely repurposing a being to basically ignore all their innate senses and become a living doll is not easy and takes time, but finally Dak achieved his goal.


He knew I was ready when he took me out for a final test run. He ordered me to lay on his bed as I have many days before and proceeded to raw fuck me as he did when I first arrived. This time though, I made no noise, no expression, and didn't get erect as he did so. Dak even tried knot fucking me fast and hard to get me worked up to no avail. My lips did start to quiver a bit. After all, I still felt the pain of course, I just didn't show it, but thankfully Dak must've not noticed as he came inside me with no complaints. Afterwards he would then use my mouth to relieve himself in. During the years of repurposment I had more than grown accustomed to taking in the piss and shit of canines too so taking Dak's heavy piss and hefty waste was of no struggle to me at all anymore, either. Dak smiled to himself, it is funny how easily the mind can be changed. For 22 years I lived my life succeeding towards my goals, having my own inspirations and morals, and in just five years that was all taken away and now I live as a literal fleshlight and toilet to Dak's needs.


Dak was satisfied with this outcome for a time, keeping me to himself now that he didn't need others to make sure I was always on my toes, but soon he grew bored at having me around. Having a fucktoy that doesn't react at all wasn't nearly as long-term satisfying as he hoped it would be. He realized that the journey in getting me to this state was more fun than the actual destination, and he thought of discarding my sorry self on the streets somewhere, but then a bright idea came into his head. An idea that would again take a long time to realize, but one that would truly test out my limits and obedience to him.


Dak summoned up a leopardess to his chamber. Upon arrival the tied-up, scared feline looked around, worried as to what she was needed for. Dak dismissed his guards and took me and threw me upon the leopardess. He told me to have fun, leaving and closing the door behind.


It took a moment for me to realize the full scope of the scenario I was given. Felines have always been horny creatures, able to cum multiple times a day easily with little recovery in-between. For years I have ignored those impulses- the need to breed and have my cock squirting in something tight and warm- and now the need I so longed for all this time was handed to me on a silver platter in the form of a tied-up feline who couldn't stop me.


Panther went wild.


When Dak returned, he was taken back by the amount of blood and guts covering his bedroom walls. When he looked down, he saw his toy pounding away at the leopardess as he must've been since he left. The leopardess wasn't moving. Dak yanked his toy off the female and checked her vitals. She was still breathing, good. He feared his toy might have actually killed her during his time away, in which he would've been pissed since then he would have to summon another pussy. As he thought of this, his toy once again leaped onto the leopardess, pounding away at her bloody mess of a vagina now and Dak had to pull him away again. His toy fought back against him to return to the leopardess. He hadn't done that in a long time which meant more training would have to be done to get him back to obedience, but that was fine. Dak got what he needed now, and he would have nothing but time again to make sure his toy was back to being the obedient doll he was before, but first, he had to clean up his room.


Yayo was a carefree, happy black panther kitty. He lived his life learning the most interesting topics at school, hanging out with his friends, and attending church on Sundays. He was always given so much love and attention by everyone around him and is always encouraged to find his own happiness and seek grace from God. When not out, he spent his time at home with his father enjoying family activities and sleeping.


Of course, this was all done under the guise of Dak. Dak had long ordered everyone who interacted with Yayo, the son of UnseenPanther, to be nice to him, including the canines, and his toy himself. After successfully returning his toy to his catatonic, submissive state he ordered him to return to the town and raise his son. The toy was under strict orders to present himself as the world's most loving, caring father. If everything worked as intended, Yayo should have the purest view of the world, never once having to deal with rape or bullying or any of the unseen horrors that really lie within the country. There were some small skirmishes where canines would try to bully Yayo, but Dak would immediately have them summoned to his castle grounds and ensure that it never happened again. His toy was the same, there were many times where he didn't seem to care enough, or his trauma would cause him to act out and he would need to be sent back to the castle to be retrained. Though, even when he was doing well, he would still send his toy back to the castle anyway to have his fun and remind the toy of his place in the world. This all changes now; the time to protect Yayo's innocence is soon coming to an end. Yayo is growing up to be seven years old, which means it's time for Dak's plan that he unleashed seven years ago to finally be realized.


Yayo was enjoying recess time with friends when his father came up to him and told Yayo he had to follow him. Something about a "summons call". Yayo had no idea of the cruelty or evilness that lies within the king and so he became excited over getting a personal invitation to see the king. Before, only his father had gotten to see the king and now it was his turn! He imagined why the king would summon him and thought of all the cool stuff they may talk about or what the castle grounds would look like.


When Yayo and his father arrived, the King wasted no time, immediately summoning them up to his bedchambers and ignoring the child's questions. Dak was very horny right now and wanted to get this plan done as soon as possible. After everyone entered the room, he ordered the panthers to strip down fully.


Yayo fell silent. He was shocked at what the king just said. The body is your holy sacred place! Nobody should ever see you naked and nobody has ever seen Yayo naked ever since he became old enough to take showers by himself. Yayo nervously looked over to his father as for what to say but was even more appalled to find his own father taking his clothes off!


"Dad, what are you doing?" Yayo yelled.


The king laughed at the child and started to strip himself, knowing that the fun was only just beginning.


Yayo felt very self-conscious around the now-naked men and froze in place, not wanting to be there in the room with the men anymore. The king was having none of it, however.


"Strip your son, toy. Now." the king commanded.


Yayo saw his father begin to lean down and lift his shirt up when he suddenly slapped his father's hands away and screamed no! He was panicking, he never hurt his father like that before. He's hoping everything is just a big prank. That everyone will just say they are messing with him and then he can go home with his father again. He doesn't know why any of this is happening, he doesn't know what's going on, and he started to cry.


"Now, now, little guy. No crying now." his father consoled him.


"B-but you're trying to take my clothes off and-" Yayo cried.


"Only because the king said so, you wouldn't disobey the King now, would you?" said his father.


Yayo felt perplexed. Obeying the king was always the most important lesson of any of his classes. Even his church would say to obey the king first, then God if the situation demands it. And his father is here now, telling him to obey the king. His father, who had always done him right growing up, so surely what they are doing now can't be that bad, right?


"O-okay." Yayo trembled.


With his son's permission the toy proceeded to strip his son back to his birthday suit. Toy then looked at the king expectantly, awaiting further instruction.


"Good job, toy. Now lie down on my bed over there, Yayo. Toy, you stand on the other side of the bed." the king said, stroking his leaking cock as he watched the innocent boy do as he asked. He was so ready to ruin the child now but knew he needed to hold off a bit longer, knowing that the good time would soon come.


Yayo hesitated again, staring in awe and fear at the big pointy wiener coming from the king, but he moved as the king told him to, knowing that he shouldn't disobey orders from the king like his father said.


Yayo climbed on the bed and his father stood above him on the opposite side as ordered. Yayo was still unsure of what might happen but as long as his father was here with him, he was sure nothing bad would happen.


"Why does the king call you 'toy', daddy?" Yayo pondered.


"Shhh, don't wonder about it, son. Just continue doing as he says," said I.


Yayo just shrugged and looked back at the king, waiting to see what he would do next.


The king looked up at his toy, "Toy, until I say so, you have my full permission to get horny and fuck your son."


Immediately, Toy's shaft sprung out of his sheath, his conditioning working well to make sure he gets hard at the simple command of his master, the king. Ever since the leopardess incident he hasn't been able to cum since, and he was more than willing to do whatever he had to do now to get off.


"What do you mean fuck me?" Yayo panicked " What does horny mean? Why is dad-"


The king grab hold of Yayo's legs and pulled him closer to him, his cock and mind now finally ready to do what it's longed to do for so long now. "Toy! Get up here and silence your cub with your cock!"


The king then proceeded to start shoving his shaft down the dry hole of the boy, forcing his way in. Yayo screamed hard, never having experienced any pain like this in his life, or any pain in general, really. While his mouth was wide open his father took the chance to climb on the bed and stick his cock in his son's mouth.


Yayo was in shock. He couldn’t stop crying and felt sick to his very core. His perfect little life as he knew it was turning into hell. He understood nothing of what these men were doing to him and why. He just knew it hurt and that he didn't want it. He tried to scream for help but couldn't because of the cock in his mouth. He tried to break free and run away but the men were too strong. He could only lie there and be used as the men had their way with him.


The king meanwhile was glad his plan was proceeding smoothly so far. He wondered if all the time with his son would have made him less willing to follow along with raping him, but his toy quickly found his place in using his own very child to please himself. Toy didn't even last five seconds in the throat before cumming for the first time, but of course a feline hardly ever stops after one orgasm, and Toy was raring to go all night.


The king unfortunately could not proceed as smoothly as his toy is doing. The son's anus was just too tight and wouldn't accept more than his head. With a big sigh the dobermann went up to his nightstand to grab some lube and squirt it on his dick and the child's anus. Then, he grabbed hold of the child's legs again and hoped the boy would be able to last because he wasn't going to stop his fucking this time for anything and proceeded to shove his entire cock down the boy's anus, all the way to the knot.


Yayo didn't think he could scream louder but he did. As if the sour taste of whatever his father keeps putting in his mouth wasn't enough, he now felt the massive wiener of the dobermann rip through his poophole and tear his body apart. He started to bleed heavily down there, and he kept flinging his arms around in some desperate attempt to hold off his abusers, but nothing could be done. He kept wishing someone would hear him screaming and crying but no help ever came. He prayed with all his heart, but God didn't listen.


The king couldn't control himself. He was humping fiercely and was about to nut inside the poor little angel already and had to stop himself. He looked down and saw that he still had his knot outside but didn't want to shove that in yet. He was sure the knot would kill the cub and he wanted to enjoy the moment for as long as possible, for unlike cats, dogs cannot keep fucking after an orgasm.


"Toy, stop. Remove your dick from his mouth. I want to hear him scream."


Toy whined but reluctantly removed his dick. He remembered the harsh punishments after he kept fucking the leopardess last time and didn't want to relive that.


Right away, the cub started screaming again and the king had to choke him to silence the cub and keep him from making a nuisance of himself.


"Shut the hell up, boy. Now, I don't care how much you hate this and how much you want to go back to your pathetic, perfect life. Right now, you are here to be fucked by me and used for my pleasure, got that?" the king let off pressure on the cub's neck.


"P-please let me go..." the cub choked out.


"Hmmm, alright, I'll let you go," the king stated.


The cub's eyes shone a little, hoping that he would be let go and taken back home.


"I'll let you go...right into some cat piss!" the king laughed. "Toy, piss in your son's mouth!"


Toy hadn't particularly felt the need to go, but he still did as the king asked and placed his cock back in his son's mouth. Even though he wasn't feeling the need to piss much, his bladder still came out, also having been long trained by the king to react on command. He spent many long days during his training holding in his bladder to the near point of bursting until the king said he could go. The stream filled out his son's mouth quickly and started to pour onto the bed below.


"Shove your cock down his throat, I'm not trying to make much of a mess to clean later."


Toy then grabbed hold of his son's face and forced his cock down his son's throat. The stream now flows straight down his esophagus and causes him to choke.


Yayo couldn't breathe. The murky piss tasted even worse than the stuff his father fed him before and he wanted to throw up but couldn't due to the cock now blocking his throat. The stream burned his insides and made his tummy feel all sick knowing what was being poured into it. He couldn't believe his own father, the man who always loved and protected him, was doing this to him right now. He tried to look up at his father with pleading eyes, but it was as though his father didn't even notice him, just using him in the same way the king is.


When Toy was done, he pulled his cock from his son's mouth, which was then promptly followed by heavy heaves and throwing up from his son.


"Aww, what's the matter? Didn't like your father's gift? Well, maybe you'll find his next gift more suitable to your taste. Toy! Shit in his mouth, now!"


Toy said no words, just flipping himself over and squatting down on his son's mouth, making sure to press down firmly so that he doesn't make a mess on the King's bed. All it took was nothing but a moment to let nature take its course out of the father's body and into the son's while the king looked on in blissful pleasure.


Yayo wept.


When Toy was done, and Yayo was half choked to death on cat shit, he came up and off of his son to the sounds of more heaves and throwing up. The king, despite not jacking his cock inside the son's body at all, was still just as hard as when he stopped, and he was finally ready to start ending this soon.


"Toy, go over to my dresser and open the first drawer. Take what's in there out and come back to me."


Toy did exactly that. When he opened the dresser he found a knife, the kind normally used for cutting vegetables with. When he brought it back to the king, he just held it there, unsure of what to do with it.


"Take that tool and ruin your son's face with it. Make sure to make it slow and agonizing for him".


Toy paused for a moment. "This is it," the king thought. This was the moment he was waiting for. All that training over the years leads up to this. No normal father, even hardly any fucked up fathers would willingly cut their child's face up like this. To still override all aspects of that deep fatherly bond that's within every being with a child for the king would please him beyond belief.


Despite all his training, Toy did find himself coming back to the light a bit. His poor son, lying there, throwing up, and calling out to him. Sad little thing, even when being abused by him, his child still calls out to his father, his one and only parent. But then Toy looks up to the stern face of the king and is immediately put back in his place. All hope of him having mercy is extinguished and he brings the knife down on his son's face.


He starts by doing little slices along his face, then longer ones, deeper ones. His son starts screaming again but he doesn't hear him. He slices across his nose and mouth and chin and ears. He sticks the blade in his mouth and jackhammers the blade inside, cutting up his tongue and gums. He takes the blade out unsure of where else to cut and then notices his son's eyes. He takes the blade and slowly inserts it into Yayo's left eye, pushing all the way through until his blade hits a hard surface and his eye is ruined, and then he does the same to the other eye.


"Goth pwease helth me!" Yayo cries out.


"I am your God now, boy! C’mon, Toy! Cut up other parts of his body!" shouts the king.


Toy does just that, slicing off fingers and cutting across his chest, stomach and arms, getting anywhere his blade can reach that isn't too close to the king.


The boy starts to breathe raggedly now. He is going to die; the king can feel it. Before he does, the king starts humping again and shoves his knot inside the boy's hole this time. Pops, cracks, squicks, and gurgles can be heard from the boy's anus as the king cums hard and utterly destroys Yayo's lower half and kills him.


A blissful sigh is heard from the king as he subsides over his pleasurable high. "Good job, Toy. You did good today" the king says.


Pride wells up in Toy. His son is dead in front of him, partly murdered by him, and he's definitely going to hell one day, but for once he got praised by the king, and for that he's happy.


EPILOGUE


Yayo's dead body gets handed over to some guards of the king, who then proceed to pleasure themselves with the body for less than two minutes before realizing that a dead body is way less fun than an alive one, and they throw the body away.


Toy gets kicked out of the castle for being a boring toy that does nothing but sit there while you fuck him and acting like literal dead fish. He made a living for a while being a living toilet for a brothel before he got major poisoning from all the shit he ate, probably (no one really knows or cares) and then died an excruciating, diseased death.


King Dak ruined precisely 1,337 more lives before he finally died. His son that succeeded him was so traumatized by the horror his father unleashed upon the world that he vowed to make amends by giving the felines back their freedom and making new laws to stop horrid crimes from ever happening again. Unfortunately, he got Jeffrey Epstein'd and was succeeded by his even worse younger brother and then nothing ever really changed in the end.