“Okay, Fido. Eat up.” The bulldog eagerly complied, placing its disgusting wet lips right over Andy's gaping mouth and going to town. Andy felt the bulldogs slobber sag through the dog food, turning the mush into soup. Andy struggled with all his might in his bonds, but nothing helped. He was a dog bowl and a dog fuck toy now. This was his life and there was no escape.
Finally, after an eternity of Fido's tongue exploring Andy's mouth, the bulldog finally finished and left, leaving a deep pool of saliva mixed with left over dog food in Andy's mouth. The slime had ever covered Andy's entire face. He was desperate to spit it all out and wipe his face off before brushing his teeth a million times and spending days in the shower trying to clean himself off.
“Now, as a reward for being such a good dog bowl, you may eat up what Fido left for you. Be grateful.” Andy didn't swallow. The woman clocked a button on a remote and Andy yelped as electricity shot through his grape sized testacles. She must have attached electrodes to his balls while strapping him down. “Eat up,” she said again. But Andy couldn't bring himself to do it. He wined, seeking mercy, but only got another shock. This time to his nipples as well as his balls. She held the button down longer this time too. It was too much. Andy didn't want a third one. He swallowed. It took four big gulps between nearly gaging each time to finally get down everything.
“There. Wasn't that delicious. Don't worry. You'll get plenty of Fido's left overs from now on. It's your main job after all.” Andy's eyes went wide as he felt Fido begin to mount him again. Already!? But they'd just fucked fifteen minutes ago! How virile was this dog!?
The way Andy was positioned this time made it even worse. His ass was set to a perfect hight for Fido to fuck, and it also ensured that each and every thrust was directly aimed at Andy's prostate, not just around it like last time. Andy moaned as the humiliating involuntary pleasure built, and wined as his own tiny dick couldn't even get erect, much less feel any stimulation or cum. It was insanely frustrating.
“I knew you two would be perfect for each other,” the lady said as she heard the sounds Andy was making and guessed what was happening on the other side. “I'll just finish up the last part of this while you enjoy yourself.” She showed Andy the blindfold she'd be putting on him. There was a name plate on it which read, “Fido”. He'd be marked just like a real dog bowl. Lastly was a set of head phones. They were noise canceling and made a soft, repetitive sound in his ears. A gentle voice came with it, speaking slowly and happily.
“I am a dog bowl. I am a dog bowl. I love it when my owner, Fido, eats from me. I love his slobber. My master, Fido, is so generous to let me drink his saliva after his meals and taste his left overs. I'm such a happy dog bowl. I love my owner, Fido. And I love that he loves me. Feeling him fuck me is the best. I love being Fido's sex toy. But I must not get too much pleasure from it. Only Fido's cock mattress. Only Fido's pleasure matters. I love him...” The voice continued like that for ages, occasionally repeating a phrase or two. Hundreds of simple statements like that, each popping up randomly and never ending. It was low. Almost bellow hearing, but it was always there. So slight that after half an hour with it, it became hard to distinguish what was the recording and what was Andy's thoughts.