Note to Reader: This is a sequel to "My Roommate's New Pet". While this story can stand alone, I strongly recommend reading this series in order. This story is written from Brady's perspective.
Summary to this point: After months of horrifying human pet training, Spot is delivered to his former roommate and new owner Brady. With Spot's future in his hands, Brady subjects Spot to a torturously humiliating lifestyle.
My Pathetic Pet Roommate
Owning my roommate as a slave had been a fantasy for Mia and me for well over a year. After $20,000, keeping our alibi straight, and 6 months of cooperation with his trainer, that dream became reality.
Adoption day arrived. I stood over our new pet as he awoke with confusion and shame. Unable to cover himself, trapped in a crate at the mercy of his former roommate. He exited his cage skittishly as 2 familiar sets of eyes looked upon his naked body for the first time.
Spot was hairless and smooth. His nipples were small and hard. He had a metal collar around his neck and pink wrap around his hands rendering them useless. Between each of his cheeks was a furry tail plugged inside of him. It wagged along with his adorable pee pee as I petted him. Despite his scrawniness, he had a tight little ass.
His body broke out in goosebumps from the feeling of my hands. I felt incredibly powerful violating him. With unobstructed access to them, I couldn't help but fondle his privates. He uncomfortably adjusted as his closest friend humiliated him from behind.
After rolling him on his back, Mia and I got a much better view of his weiner. Seeing his sad flaccid prick compelled Mia to feel it for herself. The small erection he developed from our hands groping him was hilarious. It was as if he enjoyed being treated like this.
We toyed with him all day. I made him bark and humiliate himself before feeding him slop out of a dog bowl. I forced him to hold his bladder after begging in front of Mia and I out in the yard. He crawled back and forth fetching a dildo that he would later bounce up and down on. Last but not least, he spent his night pleasuring my cock. Of course, I made sure he swallowed all of my cum and spit. After his devastating first day, we locked him away in our cold dusty basement.
I went to bed that night as happy as ever. Mia and I celebrated with pleasure of our own in the bedroom. We relived our favorite moments of the day.
While he hesitated to follow my commands early on, forcing him to obey against his will quickly became part of the fun. The look on his face was priceless. He pathetically attempted to save himself from embarrassment only for me to punish him like a dog.
As the days went on, we developed a routine for Spot. I fed him at the same time twice each day. I taught him to beg before each meal. I took him outside to use the bathroom when I wanted him to go. Just as he did with his meals, he begged for permission to pee.
In the interim, I had him perform tricks for Mia and I. In addition to what he already knew, I began teaching him tricks such as "paw" and "chase your tail". Each trick was a way to further belittle him.
While I got work done, I let him use a dildo as a chew toy at my feet. I gave him plenty of belly rubs and slaps on the butt during breaks. With each slap on the rear, belly rub, and patronizing comment he was reminded of the piece of property he was.
He continued to suck my cock whenever I wanted. I loved dragging my balls across his face, slapping him with my cock, and choking him. I made him hold my cum in his mouth for extended periods before swallowing. I wanted him to taste every bit of me.
When I had to go into the office, I would feed him out in the yard before allowing him to use the bathroom. I left it up to Mia as to what she did with him during the day. Most of the time, she would keep him in his cage.
Once my day concluded, I arrived home to find Spot waiting for me at the door. As soon as I stepped into the house, he began licking my shoes and wagging his tail. I always gave him a noogie and a few smacks on his bum before dragging him to the dinner table.
Mia typically had dinner ready when I returned home. While Mia and I ate, I had Spot crawl under the table and suck my dick. I wasn't looking to get off during dinner. It was nothing more than a nice feeling while I ate.
Occasionally, I would feed him scraps out of my hand if I felt he had earned them. I would then feed him his kibble next to the table while we let our food digest.
After the first few weeks of playing with him, I found ways to make him more useful. If I sat on the couch I would throw my feet on his back. We didn't have a recliner so he served as a stool. If Mia or I cooked he would hover at our feet cleaning up any food that fell. Fetching became a useful trick when I needed to grab the remote or other objects without getting up. He delivered and carried whatever I needed him to with his mouth.
With each passing day, Spot became more docile. Knowing that no matter the day he would eat the same nasty meal out of the same filthy bowl. That no matter how badly he had to pee he could not do so without my supervision in the yard. Stuck in a reality that at any given moment he may have to deep-throat his former roommate to completion. All while fully exposed, collared, and plugged at the mercy of former close friends. His degrading routine crushed what was left of his spirit until he shamefully submitted to his fate as my bitch.
Spot accepted his position as our property. No matter how humiliating the command was, he emotionlessly followed. He chose to loyally serve as a dog if it meant avoiding correction. Before long, I looked at him as nothing more than a pet.
Mia was jaded by our dynamic as well. She considered him a burden. Cleaning, feeding, and taking him to the bathroom were never of interest to her anyway. She brought up the possibility of selling him to someone else a couple of times.
When I decided to purchase Spot, I never considered the possibility of his compliance. I figured I signed up for a lifetime of teasing and torturing him. His acceptance of his new life took all of that away from me.
I found myself neglecting him as a result. He spent more time in his cage each day. I even considered Mia's idea of selling him.
One day, I kept him in his cage longer than usual. I ignored the barking echoing up the stairs.
"Ruff...Ruff...Ruff...."
Eventually, it came to a stop. When I finally headed down, there was a big yellow puddle on the floor around his cage. It was his first accident.
Initially, anger consumed me. How dare he pee the cage after all of his training?
"Bad dog! Look at the mess you made!"
Suddenly, I wasn't angry with him. The sight of him embarrassed and fearful for the first time in months was delightful. I found his predicament cute in a way.
In fact, his accident gave me an idea. Spot lived a pleasureless life. He swallowed my load every other day. Yet, he hadn't orgasmed once since he became my dog. Without the swings of pleasure, his emotions were voided.
I decided I would shake up his hormones by sounding and milking him. I had a metal rod from a garage project back in the day that worked perfectly. I cleaned and lubed it up while Spot unknowingly waited in his crate.
I came back with the rod and taunted him. Tapping it on the cage while I spoke.
"Look at what I've brought you. Do you want to try and guess what this is? Awe are you scared little boy? You've gotten awfully quiet."
I took him out and rolled him over. I could see anxiousness behind his eyes. He was nervous for the first time in a while.
"Ok bitch, this will be your punishment for peeing your crate. Next time make sure to hold it ok? You must not pee without my permission. Do you understand?"
"Ruff!"
Once he acknowledged me, I began stroking his penis. I rubbed slowly as I squeezed and tapped his balls.
As his dick hardened, I slowly plunged the rod down his urethra. Spot immediately winced and whimpered. He squirmed from the pain as I stretched him out.
"Mmmfff...arf...rrrruf...mmmmhhh...."
Spot moaned relentlessly as I continued to work it up and down his tube. He had a look of desperation on his face. I prevented his legs from closing as his toes curled. It didn't take long for me to sense him closing in on an orgasm.
I shoved the rod to the base of his cock and sped up my stroking. When the time was right, I pulled the rod out. Following the rod was a thick white eruption that splattered all over Spot and the floor.
"Awe that felt good didn't it puppy? Do you like it when your master plays with your weiner? Time to clean it up."
I scooped the cum off his stomach and rubbed it into his face. I then had him lick the remnants off of my hand and the floor. Spot did so without issue. As I locked him back in his crate, he had a curious expression on his cum covered face. For the first time, he looked happy to be my dog.
From that point on, Spot completely changed. He no longer lacked emotion. Instead, he was excited to serve me. Spot greeted me each morning with cute barks and a wagging tail.
"Arf! Arf!"
Spot began rolling over without direction begging for me to pet him. He developed a passionately slutty expression on his face. Accompanied by these changes were chronic erections. Spot would get one whenever he was in my presence. Whether he waited for me at the door, begged for my permission, or sat in his cage, his little pecker was hard.
It didn't take long for me to figure out that rolling over was his way of begging to cum. Since his hands were wrapped, there was no way for him to masturbate. The "punishment" I gave him created a desperate sexual need for me.
Mia also took notice of his erections. Although I found them funny and pathetic, Mia found them gross. She told me we should put a cage on him if he couldn't stay flaccid on his own. Since I wanted to keep him on edge anyway, I supported the idea.
The next day I bought a small pink Chasity cage that matched his paws. I read through the instructions before heading downstairs. As always, Spot excitedly wagged his tail as I approached his crate.
He didn't notice what was in my hand at first. I rolled him over and gave him some belly rubs before I broke the news to him.
"Who's a good boy Spot? Look at that wee wee! Who's happy to see me?"
"Arf! Arf! Arf! Rrrrufff!"
I prepped the cage by locking the ring around his balls. Suddenly, he caught on to what was happening. His penis began to shrink. I took my opportunity to squeeze his dick into the cage.
"Alright, sit boy!"
Spot rolled to his knees and sat. He curiously stared down at his trapped cock.
"Do you like your new accessory? That should prevent your funny little erections. A lowly pet like you has no use for them anyway. Your penis is only there for our amusement."
"I'm glad you find life as my bitch exciting. I never thought you could become so pitiful. It must be nice not having the slightest shred of independence. Your owner decides how and when you eat, sleep, and use your penis. Your only purpose is to obey me. With a life so meaningless, what is there to worry about?"
