I thought long and hard about it. I had to get David to listen to me, but how could I do that if all I could do was bark in front of him? I would write him a note, would that work? I had to at least try. That afternoon I wrote it before I left work, it was the only time I could live and behave like a person. I knew that when I got home Raoul wouldn't be there, he had gone to visit his parents. When I arrived, I put the note in my mouth, praying that I wouldn't drop it. I went inside and, as usual, I was forced to strip completely naked and get on all fours. Fortunately, the note remained in my mouth. So, I walked over to where David was sitting, playing video games. As soon as he saw me, he smiled and noticed the paper:
-Hello doggy. What do you bring me here? Let's see...
He took the note and read it. On it I had written the following:
"Please, Sir, let me talk to you. It will only take a minute. I won't say anything that might hurt or upset you, I swear. I beg you, Sir, for the love you once had for me, let me say a few words. A thousand thanks".
He became serious. He looked at me and seemed to think about it. Finally, however, he ordered me:
-Speak!
As soon as my voice responded again, I pleaded with him in agitation:
-Sir, thank you for letting me speak. Please allow me to make a plea to you. Since my life is over, since I have no more to do in the world, put an end to my suffering. Please use the power you have over my mind to make me happy, to make me enjoy this life, serving you and your boyfriend. Do it, I beg you. If not at least let me die....
My voice trailed off in that plea. David was completely shocked to hear me and, after a few moments of hesitation, he spoke to me in a rush:
-My God, I don't want you to die, of course not. And, of course, I will do as you ask -he thought a little and continued in his solemn, authoritative tone: -From now on, being our dog will make you feel fulfilled. You will derive great pleasure from doing whatever we command you, and you will live a full and happy life in our service.
I waited for a while. Nothing changed, I didn't even feel the usual twinge in the back of my neck. David looked at me with intensely:
-Well? -he asked. I shook my head, dejected. He said: -Let's see, roll around on the floor a bit.
I did so for a minute. David asked me again:
-Do you feel good, does it give you pleasure?
-No, Sir -I replied sadly.
-Well, I guess I don't have that much power over you. Sorry -he shrugged, turned and again in his usual light tone ordered me: -Go make dinner, go on.
I crawled out of there on all fours, shattered. My last hope had been extinguished. I was so distressed that I couldn't even cry anymore. And I couldn't explain to myself how it was possible that there didn't seem to be anything left of the sweet, good boy I had fallen in love with. I had lost him completely.
However, I was wrong. Over the next few days David's attitude changed. I noticed that he avoided me, tried not to interact with me and more than once I caught him looking at me with a regretful expression. When my eyes met his, he would immediately look away and look embarrassed. And when Raoul was with him and ordered me around or teased me, David would squirm uncomfortably and, although he didn't say anything, he didn't participate in the teasing either, and his expression was sad. I understood that my request had really affected him. I think he had become fully aware, perhaps for the first time, of what he had done and what he had turned my life into, and there was still a remnant of humanity left in him that led him to feel guilty, at least to some extent.
Meanwhile, Raoul's sadism reached its limit one day. They were watching TV and, in the meantime, they were playing with me, throwing a ball as far as they could for me to bring it back to them, when Raoul commented casually:
-I think we should castrate him. That's what you do with dogs, isn't it?
-Can you do that? -David asked-. I don't think you can just take him to a hospital and have him neutered.
-Of course not -replied Raoul-, but I'm sure there are people on the deep web who could do the job of cutting off his cock and balls...
-Don't you think that would be going a bit too far? -asked David. He seemed horrified at the idea.
-Not at all, he's a dog and that's what he's entitled to -said his boyfriend calmly. Besides, I don't see why he should have the right to have sexual pleasure. It will be much better this way. I'll take care of it tomorrow...
David looked at me with a deep expression of regret on his face. However, he did not reply. As for me, I was already so broken that I almost didn't care. I had little feeling left. Still, I was surprised by what happened the next morning....
It was Saturday and Raoul said, after breakfast, that he was going to the gym. Normally they went together, but that day David excused himself, saying he had a headache and preferred to stay. I started to wash up the breakfast dishes, but as soon as Raoul walked out the door, David called out to me:
-Danny, come here!
I was very surprised that he used my name, he hadn't done that in ages. But I was even more surprised by what he said next. After making me get up from the floor, he looked me in the eye and said hurriedly:
