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Dog spreads it’s legs it’s for master. Dog obeys master’s commands. Dog is a good boy. Dog stays loose and wet for master. Dog comes on command. Dog’s hole is always ready to be used. Dog is obedient. Dog likes cleaning up after itself. Dog is a goo-
Dog’s hearing was completely muffled around the headphones he wore, clamped down like a vice on his ears. Dog couldn’t hear what was going on outside even if he tried, thick black goggles obscuring his vision completely. Dog couldn’t see or hear, it didn’t scare him at all though.
Deprived of vision and sight, Dog was too overcome with the sensations of the dildo in his ass filling him up. Stretching him out for hours now, a small device tied to his throbbing drooling cock, torturing his already sensitive nerves. Slick coating his inner thighs, creating a puddle beneath him. Tearing orgasm after silent orgasm out of Dog, whining against the gag stuffing his mouth full, drool coating his chin as it steadily dribbled out of his mouth.
Tied exposed to a bench, in the cold drafty room, all Dog had to keep him company was the gruff voice of Master. Dildo fucking in and out of his sloppy loose hole, abused and puffy now, after hours, days, weeks. Dog couldn’t tell anymore, couldn’t remember things like that.
Could only feel his hole quivering with each thrust of the machine into his hole, and the device vibrating against his dick, causing Dog to moan against the gag spit dribbling out with it. Dog’s legs shook and jerked against the restraints, desperate to buck into the machine, exhausted pushed past his limit. Dog still wanted more, mind and body rebelling against the other, the gruff voice in his ears commanded Dog to be a loose wet hole.
Dog was a good dog. Dog was a good hole for master.
His body protested, exhausted after too many orgasms, yet mind pliant and malleable refused to give in. Dog had reached his plateau hours ago, unable to orgasm again. Dog moaned around the gag drool dribbling out, cock flaccid between his legs, as the machine fucked and stretched his hole loose.
Stimulating Dog’s prostate, his mind going fuzzy, until his mind blanked vision going pure white, fireworks of pleasure filling Dog’s body, letting out a broken whine like an injured animal. Coming once again with a dry orgasm, the machine fucking him through it.
Tears springing to Dog’s eyes, as the machine continued fucking open his twitching abused hole, with no signs it was going to stop. Clenching around the dildo each time it thrust inside his quivering insides, entire body shaking with over stimulation. Dog couldn’t think nerve endings one giant ball of pleasure, sparks of pure white pleasure flooded his mind as he moaned around the gag.
Dog is a good hole for master. Dog stays loose and wet for master. Dog is happy to be used by master.
Dog was lost in a swirl of pure pleasure, unable to tell up from down, entire body numb except for the quivering of his hole and hardening of his leaking cock. Vibrating device bringing him to hardness again, overwhelming his senses, if it weren’t for the gag. Dog would have bitten his tongue off.
Without warning the gag was removed along with the headphones and Master’s droning instructions. Dog whined surprised at the sudden movement, and could hear the pumping of the machine as it penetrated his sloppy hole. The lewd squelching sound of his loose hole as it squeezed the dildo attached to the metal arm of the fuck machine, how slutty his hole had become since Master left him there.
The sounds were almost deafening in the silence ringing in Dog’s ears, arousing him more, to hear his own moans, and hole being fucked. To hear how well Dog was becoming a good hole for the machine to fuck, not even a real person using him yet. His legs spread, arms immobile, mouth and lips cherry red thanks to the gag, chest and cheeks blushing whorishly. Cock leaking steadily betraying his arousal, drooling from both ends, eager to be filled.
“You should see yourself, Dog,” said a familiar voice, the same one that encouraged him and breathed orders in his ears for so many hours, days, weeks.
Master.
“That dildo in your ass isn’t even a real cock, and you’re drooling like it’s the real thing,” said Master, hand grasping Dog’s hair, sweaty and damp against his forehead, and yanked his head back. Taking in the view of his dog, well trained mutt, the months of conditioning he put into to get this result. A cock worshiping hole that obeyed only him.
Master wasn’t done completely with his new pet, a few adjustments had to be made.
Dog whined embarrassed that he was enjoying the false cock in his ass more then he was Master’s perfect cock. His face colored a pretty pink, cotton blue eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Master’s thumb, rough hewn and thick, slid over Dog’s slobber covered lower lip.
“You want a taste of the real thing, Dog?” said Master, rough voice enveloping Dog’s mind like a blanket. “It’s been so long. Only with that fake cock for company.”
“Yes! Master, yes please!” said Dog, eager, so very eager.
The company of the fuck machine was nothing compared to the perfection of Master’s cock inside him, filling Dog’s mouth and ass to the brim. Having Master inside of him, pumped full of his warm semen, making Master happy, seeing his cock get hard and bending over ready to take his hard cock whenever he pleased. What made Master happy made him happy.
“That’s a good boy,” said Master, cock sliding into Dog’s wet loose mouth, like a pussy, soft and warm.
He didn’t order Dog to suck him, merely fucking in his slobbering mouth slowly, hard length, stretching Dog’s mouth lips sealing around Master’s girth. Dog’s eyes drooped, half-lidded, drifting into sub-space, as he tasted and smelled his Master’s musk. Tip of his nose touching the white hairs on the base of cock, balls slapping against Dog’s chin and drool.
The machine steadily slid in and out of Dog’s hole as his face was fucked, setting a steady rhythm. It was too much for Dog, whining against his throat, constricting on the cock inside him. He had no more orgasms for Master, already coming dry, yet the idea of protesting and disobeying Master was more dreadful to Dog then trying to get out of the restraints.
“Dog, what seems to be the problem?” said Master, inquiring over Dog’s sudden change in demeanor.
Master did not change his position, cock still gagging Dog. Master’s grasp on Dog’s hair, damp strands stuck to his scalp, loosened and he patted his precious pets head. Soft and caring, gentle.
“It’s okay, pet. It won’t be much longer, poor thing,” said Master, caressing Dog’s matted sweaty head of dishwater blond hair, using his thumb to swipe a tear away.
The cock in Dog’s mouth slid in and out, slow and gentle, like Master’s touch, he was being kind today. Letting the machine fucking his hole be the brute for him, Dog felt tears slip out the corner of his eyes. He didn’t know why, they just were, something Master said struck him in his gut.
Poor thing.
“My sweet, Dog, I bet you don’t even remember how much you fought me in the beginning,” said Master, and Dog felt the tip of Master’s cock bump the back of his throat.
Fought. Dog would never hurt Master, if he did, Dog would never forgive himself. He gazed up at Master cotton blue eyes, wet with unshed tears, Master’s hand cupped his jaw, like jowls of a dog thumb tracing his jawline.
“Shhh, pet, no need to worry about that anymore. I know you won’t hurt me, and I won’t hurt you.”
Dog blinked slowly back at Master doing his best to illustrate his agreement, his obedience.
Dog is a good pet. Dog is a good hole for master. Dog is always loose and ready for master. Dog is a good fuck hole.
Master came hot and thick down Dog’s throat, as if the reaffirmation of his pet’s obedience had triggered his arousal and sent him over the peak. Thick rivulets of come escaped the sides of Dog’s mouth, causing him to whine determined to swallow it all. Master swiped his fingers across the sides of Dogs abused mouth, scooping the remaining cum back into this mouth.
And watched as Dog carefully and obediently cleaned up his Master’s fingers just as he was trained to do.
Master was almost done with his project, training, conditioning, and breaking in a new pet was not easy. With a strong minded person it took him over half a year for this one, but it served a purpose.
As the commanding officer for the MASH unit 4077th the sudden and inexplicable kidnapping of the unit chaplain by enemy combatants had resulted in a decrease of overall insubordination. Especially by Dr. Pierce, who seemed to fall into a depression letting things happen around him, only reacting if told to do something, and otherwise drifting through the motions. It was unfortunate but it had to do be done.
Once he “bravely” saved Dog from the enemy then brought it home a broken former chaplain, who could barely string two words together. And presented them with a shiny new camp dog to play with insubordination would fall to a blissful zero. Even Hawkeye should be happy to have his precious chaplain back in one piece. Mostly.
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Potter sat at his desk pondering the next phase of his plan. After the first few weeks the camp chaplain was replaced with the psychiatrist known as Sidney Freedman who had done admirable job at keeping everyone sane, particularly Dr Pierce, who was hanging on by tenterhooks.
In those first few weeks of the chaplains disappearance he’d fought so very hard. Holding onto such precious hope that anyone, someone, would find him. At first he’d negotiated, so priestly, nice and kind even to his captor, and then Potter had hit a nerve. He’d fought so very hard, in the beginning, and Potter had made sure he didn’t try again.
Margaret was filing another complaint against Hawkeye, while Charles stood idly by content just to watch the two argue. Hawkeye had disobeyed another one of Margaret’s direct orders, a simple one, that shouldn’t cause too much trouble but all the same Potter was expected to discipline the boy.
Hawkeye scoffed at Margaret’s attempt to get him court martialed, turning his nose up at the nurse who huffed. Margaret’s cheeks turning red in anger, fists balling up in frustration.
Potter was too exhausted for these games of his subordinates. Hawkeye was bound to run across the wrong three star General one day and end up on the wall. Potter was doing all this if he was honest, to protect the young surgeon, to keep him in line.
Potter recalled Dog waiting for him when he returned to the mud brick hut - hidden on the outskirts of the village that no one went near - ass already presented for his Master. Sinking his cock deep in Dog’s hole, wet and loose, already prepped for him. Potter had trained Dog well, and had somehow memorized his schedule and always had his hole ready for his Master.
He didn’t even need to restrain Dog anymore when he left, obediently returning to his cage hiding inside the moment his Master left. Willingly seeking the comfort of the cage when Dog felt the absence of his Master forgetting how Potter had utilized the cage for punishment at first now scurrying to it for safety.
As Margaret and Hawkeye argued, Potter tamped down his arousal. Could see Dog’s bare milky belly as he rolled over, legs spread as his Master stroked his cock atop him. How he’d watched Dog’s milky blue skin be painted in his thick come marking him and then released the days fluids over Dog’s stomach, chest, and hair.
How Dog had happily lapped it all up from the dirt floor and licked his Master’s boots with such eagerness to please. With each depraved deed Dog performed shedding that old personality, guilt, shame, religion forgotten in order to hide in this new personality. It was so much easier for Dog to become Master’s pet then to fight.
Potter had watched, savoring the day Dog’s will broke, saw the hope flash out of his eyes, from then his psyche was as malleable and compliant as a child. The day Dog realized no one, not even Hawkeye was out searching for him, was as sweet as the fear on Dog’s face on the first day.
Now he was Potter’s, will broken, an obedient dog, willing to bend over at his command. If only Hawkeye could see, and one day the disloyal surgeon would. He’d make sure of it. See the old camp chaplain, bent over, come leaking from his used puffy hole, moaning for his Master’s cock to stuff him full.
Make Hawkeye watch with that shocked look in his eyes, maybe even watch him get hard, as Dog obediently sucked his cock. A shadow of his former self, petrified of anyone and thing but his Master, conditioned to be fearful - and this was the cherry on top, Potter had worked hard on this trained response - of Hawkeye himself.
Because of course it was Hawkeye’s fault, they wouldn’t be here now if it weren’t for the surgeon. All it took was a few recordings of Hawkeye’s voice, a picture of the man, and an electric cattle prod and the fear was there.
Potter dismisses Margaret and Hawkeye, waits till nightfall like always, feels the straining of his cock against his fatigues. Heads in the direction of the mud brick hut which he had occupied for the last year and a half.
Master bits his lower lip, closing the door behind him, hearing it click just so. Palming his crotch as he took in the sight of his beloved pet, carefully trained, crafted into this gorgeous creature who now presented his twitching hole for him.
Lubricant glistened against Dog’s pink hole, unable to miss the twitch of anticipation Dog’s hole was making as he heard the door click shut. The wiggle of his hips as Master entered, so ready and so eager. Prepared at all times to service his Master’s cock, milk it, clenching his hole in just the way Master liked and let him fill his empty hole.
“Dog is ready for Master’s cock!” said Dog, hips wiggling in demonstration, voice going up an octave, playful and girlish. Just the way he was trained to do and knew Master liked.
Master swiped a finger over Dog’s hole, causing it to once more spasm, eliciting a whine from Dog. He palmed his crotch, unzipping his fly, freeing his hardened cock and slide inside his beloved pet’s wet drooling hole.
Dog was a good hole for Master. Dog is always ready to be fucked by master. Dog is a good fuck hole.
Dog moaned as Master used his sloppy hole, cock drooling pre between his legs neglected as it throbbed with the need to be touched, to come, to release. But Dog could only come anally not from his dick, he would only feel pleasure how Master wanted him to and if that made Master happy then he was pleased too.
Soon he wouldn’t have to worry about his cock being so neglected, Master didn’t say how, just that soon it wouldn’t be a problem anymore. And he won’t be so frustrated, trying to touch his dick when Master said it was off limits, in fact Master said he wouldn’t even feel to the need to.
His hole was only for Master, pleasing himself was selfish, and he wanted to be a good pet. Dog was a good hole for Master. Dog wanted to serve master properly, and that meant being a good hole, which meant milking Master’s cock every day, and obeying every order.
Dog sighed mewling as Master’s cock stroked his insides, thick, and penetrating deeply. He squeezed clenching on Master’s cock each time he was ordered “milk my dick”, back arching each time. Dog fucking onto his Master’s dick, Dog’s neglected cock leaking between his legs, drooling thick pre giving away his arousal.
“Look how wet you are my pet, dripping wet for my cock, like a pussy,” Master said, leaning over whispering into the shell of Dog’s ear.
A rough hewn finger tapped the tip of Dog’s cock, coming away wet with the sticky evidence of his arousal, dripping wet for his Master.
“Hmmm, just like a pussy indeed,” said Master, smearing pre over Dog’s purpling cockhead and pink length, causing his entire body to shake.
“Imagine if the other’s could see you, pet, coming from your pussy like this,” Master murmured, deep and low, in his ear. Hand stroking his slick wet shaft, thumb stroking his tip in dizzying pleasure filled circles.
“Gonna make you come from your clit, and come inside your pussy,” said Master, hot breath puffing against Dog’s neck.
Eyes rolling at Master’s words, at the implication, his hole tightened, just as Master gripped his hips tighter and thrust in deeper and faster. Swirling his thumb over his clit, fucking into Dog’s tight heat, his wet pussy, dragging out broken moans like he was a wounded animal. And Master the predator.
Master thrust inside Dog, ripping out breathless little “ah ah ahs” and obscene moans of pleasure, sound of Master’s balls making contact with Dog’s ass, and the squelch of wet pre and lubricant mixing together was all that could be heard. The sound of Master fucking his dog, beloved pet, being taken apart beneath him helpless to his lust.
His thumb swiped over Dog’s slit, in rhythm with Master’s thrusting sending his vision into a burst of white hot pleasure. Back arching as his hole clenched around his Master’s thick cock, milking his seed as he came inside his pussy.
“Ah, Good dog,” Master said, caressing Dog’s damp hair, and resting his hand between his shoulder blades.
“From now on you will be coming from your pussy,” said Master, as he pulled out, turning his beloved pet over onto his back, to inspect that area between Dog’s legs.
Potter stared at Dog’s penis, as it started to already soften between spread legs, examining it clinically. And came to the conclusion that Dog could with some minor changes come from his pussy.
It was just too bad for the former chaplain, really Hawkeye should have not disobeyed orders this was for his own good.