You wake up the next morning, your anus still a little sore from the rough loving you got from your Master last night. His member was still inside your doggy hole, and he has ample morning wood to fill you up. Your face is crusted with your own seed, and your tail-hole is crusted with your Master's, golden fur hardened with dried jizz. You start to lick your muzzle to eat up the dried seed there. Your cum is very tasty to your altered canine mind. Altered as your mind is, it still feels strange to be impaled on his meat. You continue to lick the dried juice off your face, and clench your ass to try to force his rod out of you. As soon as it's almost out, it slides back in again. So you keep trying, your rectal walls massaging your Master's dick to arouse and awaken him. You didn't really mean to, you know it is bad to disturb the Master while he tries to sleep. And you're the farthest thing from a bad dog there is, your altered mind literally incapable of disobedience. His balls rubbed up against your golden fur, full of cum since last night. Soon the movements of his cock are more controlled, and he is awake beside you in bed.
"Mmmmm, how n-nice." He said as he continued to pick up his pounding rhythm. "What a nice way to wake up in the morning, right boy? Uhhhhh, yeah, you really like getting pounded don't you?"
Yes you did, your canine mind loved it. His body was your idol, you worshiped it and did as he said without question. His dick was still slicked up from the lube can jizz left inside your hole from last night. The soreness in your tail-hole has starts to wear off as it it stretched to fit your Master's 9-inch member. You were a good doggy bitch, willing to suck and serve whenever and wherever. The old part of your mind was hardly even being heard any more, overcome by the pleasure of serving your Master. He drives into your hole, reaming it out to hold his precious treasure. Now all you felt was the pleasure of being taken and made a bitch. Your Master pulled out and got up from bed onto his knees.
"Come up boy, I'm gonna fuck your tight sweaty hole doggy-style." You get up and he enters you again, thrusting in to the hilt, his balls thwacking against yours. "It just seems right to take you this way. Ohhh, you're such a nice dog slave. Uhhhhhh..."
His driving continues. By now your own red poker is jutting out of its sheath and leaking pre. You clench your anal walls down on his dick, your simple dog mind remembering that that seems to make him enjoy ramming your hole. You lift your tail up and rub it's golden soft fur against his naked chest. This excites him and he moans in response. You can feel every move of his shaft inside your hole, pushing and pulling. You shove back onto his rod, clenching down on it with your warm ass sock. His meat pole starts to excite your canine prostate, making waves of pleasure wash over you. You notice that your canine cock is leaking more pre. Any good veterinarian or breeder will tell you that dogs cum A LOT. And now your pre was about to make a mess on the sheets. So you bend over and support yourself with your forearms and counter your Master's thrusts. Your head bends down and you take your dog hood into your mouth and suck off the pre. You decide to stay down here for a while as he pumps into your ass.
"Yeah, good dog, good bitch." He scratches your ears, and his crotch hair scratches your sensitive rectum. You love the praise he gives you, and push into his cock and keep clenching down on it in response. He moans, and thrusts in with fury, about to explode in your yiff-hole for the second time. You bend down and raise your ass high to get the most of his anal ownage. Your own cock forming a knot which you move inside your mouth. Then you pull off your cock to lick up your own balls. The back sides are crusted with your Master's jizz and so you lick away at them with abandon. All the while he continues to violet your once virgin hole from behind. The taste of your Master's cock juices make you so horny you almost shoot your load right there. Your Master's thrusts are starting to slow down and be more forceful, your simple dog mind knows he's about to fill you with more wonderful seed. Then it happened, he exhales sharply and moans with ecstasy as his 9 inch rod shoots a wad down your canine hole. You were his wonderful doggy bitch, and the thought that you lived to arouse him sexually made him so horny and happy. Him being happy makes you horny too. The feeling of another shooting of his warm cock liquid filling your ass and running back out your tail-hole to drip all over your rectum and run down to cover your yellow-furred balls with his liquid is too much. Plus his last thrust had directly hit your prostate, meaning you felt pleasure beyond any dog's wildest dreams. You barely get your muzzle around your dick before it erupts jet after jet of hot juice down your throat. You swallow like the obedient bitch you are. He pulls out and heads into the bathroom to clean up. You were ready to go again, being a dog capable of shoot load after load. But he wouldn't let you in, not even to suck his cock and balls. So you will have to settle for sucking your own dick. As you move down you your crotch the thick smell of your Master's musk hits you. You begin to immediately lick his cum up from around your balls. You lay on your side and gain access to even more of his spunk. Slowly you move up, closer and closer to your rectum. Once your tongue accidentally touches it, the rough member running over your soft and sensitive rectum. You shudder with the amazing feeling it generates. You immediately generate in your altered canine mind the idea to lick your anal gland clean of your Master's amazing delicious juices. His spunk was a delicacy to you, and you would eat as much as you could no matter what it takes. Soon your rough canine tongue slips inside your rectum and laps at the juice there. The faint taste of lube reaches your sensitive canine tongue, but it's overruled by your Master's wonderful tasting seed. You can pick out every taste and smell with your dog senses, and you can detect more semen deeper inside your anal cavity. So you plunge in your tongue and dig around deep inside until your Master's jizz is all cleaned out, and your cock is rock hard from the treatment to your rectum. You lick your hole a little more, going deep with your tongue, then you come out and start eating your meat. Spit and remnants of a mixture of yours and your Master's jizz lube up your cock as it slides down your muzzle. Your knot is already full and your doggy pole is about to burst. You deep-throat your dog hood and lick all over the super-sensitive knot. Your balls contract, your cock tingles, and you jet another load down your own throat. As you swallow and suck your dog hood like a straw, to get out any spare cum your balls might hold, your Master comes out of the bathroom all cleaned up. He sees you there sucking yourself off and drinking your own juices like a freakin' jizz addict.
"Well I see you've been having fun while I washed, you sexy dog boy. I'm going into town, I'd tell you how long I'll be gone but your mind wouldn't understand." He's still naked and he comes up to rub your head you want so badly to take his poker into your mouth, you even try to but he stops you. "Now, now, you're too horny for your own good, ya know that? You're still a good boy though, who's my good boy?" He ruffles your ears once and goes over to put his jeans and shirt on. "I've got a present for you for being such a good boy, I'll give it to you when I get back. Don't spend your jizz until then, you're going to want to save it up, okay?"
You're too overjoyed at all the praise to really care what he says. Presents, your once human mind seems to recall a vague idea of what a present is. It makes you happy. So you were happy knowing your Master was going to get you something that makes you happy. You bark a few times, the best thank-you your transformed vocal chords can manage. He walks downstairs and out to his car, then shortly he's gone. You go outside and run around for a few hours and play in the woods. You find a clearing where you had given your Master head many times before. The memory of your muzzle being washed in so much cum makes you so horny you want to suck yourself off right there. You red pointed cock extends out of your sheath, begging to be eaten, your balls full of the promise of wonderful taste. But you don't do it. Master said not to, and what Master says goes. You wait and play almost two hours before your Master's car pulls in the driveway. You run up to greet him as he gets out of the car. He get's down on one knee and says how good of a dog you are, and tells you that you have to be on your best behavior for the guests. You notice there are two other guys with your Master, people you can vaguely recognize, you feel as though you once knew them. But how could you? This fantastic life of serving your Master was all you could really remember in your dog mind. You can still retain the ability to understand every word that they say, since that doesn't conflict with your Master's will or your mental re-programming. But everything else is a bit of a blur. They talk and laugh and go inside, and you follow happily. You had forgotten all about your Master's promise of gifts, being too happy to see him back to care. The mid-day sun shown in through the windows, and the humans sat at the table and had drinks and talked. You felt a bit excluded. Not having all your Master's love and attention was something new to you. But you were content as long as he called you a good dog when you came up to him. One of the other boys even scratched your ears the way you like. So you waited patiently for something interesting to happen, but you had no idea just how soon it would be.