You wake vaguely aware that Ken is petting your neck. You hear the
doctor talking.
"Oh, now did you want your dog empty sacked or for a few bucks more I
can put in some synthetic testes. We have several sizes to choose
from, nurse, would you show Ken the assortment."
"Whoa, they look like superballs," Ken says as he squeezes a 1 inch
diameter ball in one hand.
"Well?"
"I'll go with these big ones," Ken said.
"Those are really intended for much larger dogs. Great Danes and
bigger," advised the doctor.
"Aw, if he's going to be neutered, he might as well have big balls to
impress the lady dogs," Ken said.
"Well, alright, but he won't be interested in lady dogs after this,"
the doctor warned.
You grunt, and try to speak.
"Nurse, more anesthetic," the vet orders.
You feel a syringe in your shoulder and shout, "No!"
"Did Scot just say "No"?" asked Ken in a shocked tone.
"No, it was just a howl. It sounded like a word probably because of
the anesthesia. It's general so it affects the vocal chords too."
You doze off again. You are vaguely aware of fingers probing inside
your scrotum.
When you come to, you're alone in a crate. You are too weak to move.
You hear Ken and the vet in the other room.
"Don't worry about Scot. We'll look after him, Ken. He's all crated
and ready to spend a week recuperating in the kennel."
"Are you sure this is best? I mean, I thought I'd take him home after
the neutering."
"Well, if you were going to be with him 24/7 for the next three days,
sure. But you said that you and your brother would be leaving him
alone for hours at a time. It's best if he's in a supervised setting
for at least 72 hours, but with the holidays, the kennel is running a
special, so a week is the same price."
"Okay, but I'll probably pick Scot up Friday. Please tell the guy from
the kennels that, okay."
"Certainly."
You try to raise your head to call Ken, but your head throbs and all
you can manage is a weak whine.
About an hour later a man in coveralls appears, he reeks of other
dogs. You bare your teeth and growl softly. There's something wrong
with this guy you can smell it.
"Aw, the bitch doesn't like sweet old Bruno? Yeah, Scotty, you're a
bitch now. You must've been a really bad dog for your master to have
them cut off your nuts. I'd never do that to Satan or Boomer. You'll
meet them soon enough. They like fresh meat, and I bet your pussy's
virgin. You know you should be thanking me," Bruno said as he loaded
you on the dolley and wheeled you out to his van. He continued after
securing the crate, "Like I was saying you should thank me. You ain't
got balls anymore, so you won't be interested in any of the real
bitches out there. But you still got a prostate, and so when Boomer
mounts you, you'll share his orgasm. You'll be one sweet gay dog by
the time my studs are through with you. Oh, almost forgot - this here
is called "Heat". It's pheromones from a bitch dog in heat."
You feel him painting something wet on your hindquarters and under
your tail. You manage to raise your head to look at him over your
shoulder. You pass out again. You wake as the van bounces along a
gravel road after pulling off the main highway.
Your cage is unloaded and wheeled over to a row of chain link
enclosures. Your crate door is lined up with a gate in the chain
link. You hear lots of other dogs barking. He raises the door on your
crate, and then raises the gate on the kennel. A rod jabs your butt
and you feel a sharp pain and hear the crackle of electricity. You've
been jabbed with a cattle prod. The kennel gate slides back down and
locks. You hear a noise behind you and turn. You're not alone in this
large kennel. You see two other dogs: A giant black pitbull and a
powerful brindle boxer.
"Boomer! Satan! This is Scotty - your new bitch! Have fun, boys!" he
shouts as he walks away.
You try to speak, but it must be the residual anesthetic. You only
manage to yelp. You suddenly feel powerful paws on your rear flank.
You realize you're being mounted by one of the two monster dogs.