Chapter 3
Truffles awoke alone in his cage, and found his cock still ached from his now regular liaison with Sunflower, which had happened the day before under the watchful gaze of Dina and Jenny. The two mistresses had been meeting up in the pet-park every few days for two months, and even when Jenny's most recent project had her working all hours, they'd never missed a day, for which Truffles felt an immense gratitude. She really was taking care of him.
His eyes picked out Jenny on her bed, and he was glad to see her there alone, his Jenny, his owner. He had not liked it at all when she had hired two human slaves – a boy and a girl – for the day and fucked each of them over and over. He had growled when Jenny had rode the slaveboy's cock to her satisfaction, until she silenced his vocal cords and shocked his balls. He had burned with shame when she told him that his puppy cock would never enter her – that was something only a human slave would get to do. Not that she intended to ever buy one, she explained. But the occasional rental was going to happen and Truffles had better just put up with it. She told him to learn to enjoy watching.
Jenny came round an hour later and padded over to the cage to let her petboy free. He made the usual display of stretching and scampering on all-fours and she warmed his heart with her answering giggles. Then it was under the table to lick his owner to her morning orgasm, followed by receiving his morning feed and joining Jenny in the shower room so she could use her able fingers to wash them both down. Truffles missed the use of his hands almost as much as the use of his voice, but he had developed a petboy's patience, to wait for Jenny to do whatever was needed.
After their shower, Jenny dressed in a light summer dress, under which she wore a lacy black thong that Truffles could see when he looked up at her. His cock twitched in its cage and his owner giggled again as the small member got hard and bounced her pet's little balls around. Truffles blushed and Jenny calmed him by stroking his head.
"Such a cute little puppy when you blush! Well, Truffles, I'm sure you've noticed how busy your owner has been lately. I know you didn't like it when I hired those two sex-slaves for a bit of stress relief, but boy did I need it. Your puppy mind wouldn't understand what I do for a living, but suffice it to say all that work has earned me a break. For a little change of pace, I've enrolled you in a petmale training programme – it's called 'Talent and Display for Show Pets: Basic Level', and I just know you're going to love it. Come, boy, heel."
Jenny leashed Truffles and took them out of the apartment building and onto the monorail. Truffles made sure to sit with his puppy cock on show to his owner, legs apart and hands raised in a begging posture. Jenny let some university students fuss him and run their hands over his body. He yelped when one of them squeezed his balls and looked to Jenny to intervene, but she just gave him a look of calm disapproval: be good and submit.
Truth told, Truffles didn't mind the attention too much, and he especially enjoyed kissing the pretty students' feet in thanks for petting him. One of them set her wrist computer to track any public video of the petmale, of which Jenny made sure there was an ample supply. Truffles knew even if he got free after the end of his two-year term of slavery, there would forever be an archive of him happily behaving like a puppy, which a cursory search of his name would reveal. Jenny jerked his leash and he thought no more of it, as he had to concentrate to crawl down the steps to street level.
They were in part of the commercial district that he'd never been to before, but his eyes picked out the names of the businesses: all slave training facilities of one type or another, plus slave sellers, outfitters, slave medical facilities. If Jenny hadn't explained the purpose of their visit, he might have worried that she planned to sell him, that he hadn't been a good enough puppy for her. As it was, the scent of other human pets grew in his nostrils until they reached their destination, which was drenched in the odour of other petboys and petgirls.
"Welcome, mistress, to Premier Pet Training and Discipline," said a graceful, naked older slaveboy with close-cropped grey hair and a welcoming smile, "may I ask if you are booked into a session?"
"Thank you, boy," said Jenny to the slave three times her age, "Truffles is booked into Talent and Display for Show Pets: Basic Level."
"Just so, and what a fine petboy he is. My owner herself is taking the course, which you will find in gymnasium no 4, to the rear of the compound. My mistress asks that you keep your puppy leashed until asked to release him, and that you mute his vocal cords to prevent distractions to other trainees."
"Thank you, slave," said Jenny, who swept Truffles after her and left the naked slave to greet the next set of guests.
Inside the massive, slightly chilly gymnasium, Truffles and Jenny lined up with nine other pairs of owners and pets to listen to the head trainer speak. She looked to Truffles to be a woman of advanced age whose eyes glittered at the sight of the new pets, and when she came nearer he thought she smelled so powerful that he would do anything he told her, anything at all. As he knelt, he spread his legs wider to show his submission, and the trainer smiled.
"The small ones are always more obedient," she said to Jenny, "don't you think?"
"I wouldn't know, I don't know many others and I just wanted the one to own," said Jenny.
"Well, I've always found that. My own petmales all have little cocks too – I had them shrunk down when I bought them – I find it puts them in their place most effectively. He is keen to show off his little pecker, isn't he. Did you train him to do that?"
"No, I think he's just naturally that submissive. Truffles loves being displayed."
