Remembering Training (Extended)

Dale was going to spend the night out with friends attending a hypnotist show. That was all he remembered. He woke up in his own bed, the memory of his night missing, wondering how or when he had gotten home. He was still in the shirt he wore last night, but he could feel the sheets on his naked ass. Naked aside from something else he didn't recognize.

He felt two elastic bands wrapping around his ass cheeks but doing nothing to cover his rear, the cold air accentuating their exposedness and a deep wet feeling in his crack. It felt like whatever he was wearing down there was gripping his balls and cock, some damp fabric wrapping tightly around his junk. He tried reaching down to feel it, but something in his brain told him not to. However he tried, he couldn't get his hands below his waist. He threw the covers back, kneeling on the bed trying to get a look at whatever he was wearing. That was when the door opened to his room, his friend Rich walking in birthday suit, morning wood swinging out in front of him. Millions of questions raced through Dale's mind, resolved once Rich spoke.

"Glad to see you up, don't you remember anything dog?"

Dog instantly remembered everything. He had been pulled up to the stage with his friend Rich, but in a blink, knew nothing but Rich as his master. Dog had no other name. Dog belonged on all fours, obeying any orders he would be given by master. He was fed treats for being a good dog, getting to know his master better by sniffing their ass on stage. The best part was when his master whispered to pretend to be Dale, allowing him to be taken home last night where he got the best treat of his life.

He had spent all night slobbering over his master's bone, rewarded each time after being taught new tricks. Roll over. Stay still. Speak. Yelp. Moan. He was a sweaty tired mess afterward, but couldn't be happier knowing how much his master had enjoyed it. Just remembering it Dog had already grown a red rocket, his cock held under the thick mesh of a jock as precum dribbled into it.

Rich had walked behind Dale at this point, running a finger up his pet's cum soaked crack sending visible shivers through its body. "Good to see you back in position, horny fucker" Rich said, lining his cock up and pushing into the loose hole.

Dog remembered it being just as good as the night before. It had been a hard process, relaxing his rear, remembering the pain that led to pleasure. Now the cock slid in easily, no resistance to the well trained pup. He felt himself get filled, his pleasure growing with each inch that slid in, reminding him of the reward he got each time for being obedient. His mouth had opened in a pant, the image of the masters bone in his head causing saliva to begin leaking from his maw. 

As soon as his master's bone was all the way in Dog felt itself howl. His master was egged on by the sound, beginning to pummel the hard prostate deep in the pet's ass. Dog knew it was in Dale's body, but its mind was completely different, reveling in each moment its master spent with him. Inside him. Its muscles had begun to tense, squeezing as much pleasure from its body by pushing back against the knob, both reaching their peak. Dog didn't know if it was screaming, his hearing deafened by the explosion in his head of pleasure as the master and pup came at once.

In a moment Dog felt the world falling away as its body fell into the bed, no longer able to hold itself up. His master had pulled out, happy with his obedient pup, its body still visibly shaking from the spasms. In a moment the master was laying right beside him, snuggling up against his property. They stayed in this catatonic state for a few moments until Dog felt a new stirring deep inside, yearning for more. It brought its nose further into master's crease of an armpit, getting the full flavor of sex in its nose.

In a moment its tongue was out, licking the salty moisture from the curls of hair under master's arm. Dog deliberately took its time, cleaning every inch of skin across the chest to the other underarm, delecting every moment it could taste fresh sweat. It began moving down cleaning the rest of the body, motivated by the pheromones trapped on the skin until it ended up in the master's groin.

Dog licked the mess around the base of the shaft before letting its mouth take the semihard cock, enjoying the taste of salty cum covering it, suckling the remaining drops inside the shaft. Dog couldn't have imagined a better heaven. The smell and taste of musk was everywhere, covering everything, Dog's purpose to get as much of the scent inside it possible.