Remembering Training

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.