You awoke to the feeling of something rubbing against your back fur. You felt motion behind you. The drowsiness wore off and your ears perked up as you yawned, showing your canine maw. Your tongue hung out and you panted happily. The rubbing was your Master's cock. He was rubbing his 9-incher against the soft fur on your back, moaning.
"Uhhhh, you hot sexy dog boy. Ohhhh your f-fur is sooo soft..."
You relaxed, being a good obedient dog and letting the Master do what he wanted. You bent your head around and licked his face. Your altered mind loved nothing more than making Him happy. He moved up on your back fur. This gave you access to his tits. From somewhere deep in your human memory your dog mind knew that his nipples deserved special attention. Your doggy tongue reached out and licked his nipps, then you nibbled at them with your muzzle.
"Ahhh!" He said, pleasantly surprised. "Yeah, good doggy."
You keep licking and nibbling his hot tits as he rubs his dick all over your softly furred back. Soon your drool is all over his tits, and his pre is dripping onto your back. Both of you lay on your sides, him pleasuring himself on you, his doggy boy, and you pleasuring his nipples with your canine tongue. Before too long he is ready to burst all over your back. You can tell by the increasing stiffness of his dick. Your altered dog mind knew Master didn't like messes. His pleasure was infectious to your dog-slave mind, so you got happy too. Your 8-inch pointed doggy cock came out of it's sheath, a red flag to sign your horniness. You begin to drip pre cum from your cock, so you take time away from your Master's tits to suck the pre off your own dog hood. Once that mess was prevented your canine mind went on to the mess your Master was about to make. You went up and pleasured his nipps for a few more seconds, this made him very happy, and you happy too.
"MMmmmmm, yeah, suck my tits. You're such a hot ass-ed, good dog. Yeaaaaah."
Your Master's 18-year-old body, with its brown hair and green eyes and six-pack and slim waist and soft skin and hard nipples and 9-inch rod, was the idol you worshiped with all your doggy mind. The slightest smell of his musk drove you wild and made you rock hard. Speaking of rock hard, His dick seemed like it was straining to hold back. You quickly and unexpectedly rolled around to face him, slipping your muzzle down to gorge of his hot teen cock. You took the whole thing in your warm canine mouth, and then drug His member out of your mouth. Your rough tongue rubbed the underside of his cock, and your teeth scrapped gently over the top. Once your Master's dick was nearly outside your mouth, you bit down gently on his cock head and rolled it around in your teeth, giving his piss-slit a good licking at the same time. Then you slid the whole thing back inside your muzzle. Your nose met his crotch hair, and then you sucked hard, trying to force out the sweet prize your Master's big balls contained. Your master was about to explode before, but this sudden surprise, and the deep-throating, then the special move you pulled on his cock head, plus more deep-throating, all happening quickly, was to much for him. Plus the idea that he was getting this great oral from his own personal gay doggy-boy that would do whatever he said and love it, sent him over the edge.
"Uuugghhhhhhh!"
That was all he could say, as he shot a powerful load down your throat. You didn't need to be told twice, so you swallowed all his juice and sucked his dick to coax out every last drop. Plus his cum tasted good to your altered canine mind, and it made you feel warm and content inside. After the glow of his orgasm was over, your Master started scratching behind your ears. This made you very happy.
"Good boy, whose a good dog? Man you know how to give sweet head. I wonder if you were gay in your life before?"
He got up and slipped on under-ware and pants. You sat on the bed, angered. Your Master mentioning the old time made you remember that voice that told you this was all wrong, and was pissed off and being called gay. Then you remembered that you were still horny as heel, your canine meat dangling between your legs as you got up and jumped off the bed.
"Come boy." Your Master said as he was about to leave the room and go downstairs. You didn't obey immediately. Partly because of that voice in your head that hated your Master, but why? And partly because your doggy hormones still wanted something. You whined and looked from him to your swollen cock and back to him again.
"Okay fine, but hurry up, you horny little dog you!" He came over and patted your yellow furred head. The old voice in your head saying to bite his hand off, but the new you just panting with your tongue out and being glad that you had such a nice Master. He left and went downstairs. You admire him as he goes, then as soon as he is gone your fleeting canine mind returns to the matter at hand. You bend over on the hardwood floor and then you start your autofellatio. First you lick all along the length of your red wood and then all over your yellow furred nuts.
Once you get your crotch fur all wet the way you liked it you start taking your long cock into your hot muzzle. After a while of sucking you decide to try that new move you used on your Master. So you deep-throat your own dick, which is easy to do without gagging since you have the extra length of a muzzle. Then you grip your dog hood in your teeth and drag them all along the sensitive organ. Once at the top you lick your own piss-slit while scratching your dick with your teeth. Then you go down on the whole thing. Once at the bottom of your hot juicy cock, you use your teeth and tongue to excite the knot that has formed there. This sends you over the edge, and you shoot a hot wad into your own canine muzzle. You guzzle it down with starvation, a few drops escaping to drizzle down your muzzle. Once your cock has stopped spewing cum, you lick your chops clean of the salty-sweet substance. You had indeed become quite the cum-guzzling dog pet. You walked down stairs to see what your Master was doing. Throughout the day, you experienced the joy of being a dog on a farm. You ran though fields and woods all day. Sometimes your Master went with you, and you gave him hot canine mouth-sex in some of the clearings, or on the ground in the middle of a grassy green field under the clear sun. Your Master always went away around dark, to return a few hours later and get ready for bed. He seemed disappointed, so you make up for it by greeting him when he comes home. All the while the old voice in your head was screaming for rebellion, and being ignored.