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The Training of Rocky
Chapter One
I had taken the latest dog two days ago. His name was Gregory, I think, not that it mattered to me in the least. His old life, including his name, was over.
I was glad to be training a dog again. I had just finished training two twin piglets, and it had been a very long and (hard) process. They had been very hard to find, and then really hard to break and ultimately train. They, like this doggy, had been commissioned work, but unlike this doggy, only their types had been put down on the order form I received. I spent close to a month hunting for the perfect pair. Taking them was very tricky because I had to make sure they were not missed. It had taken three weeks to break them and train them to be perfect little piglets, but I am very good at my job, and in the end their new master was very pleased. I felt a wonderful sense of pride remembering how well trained their little piggy-pussies were, and how in the end they were both willing to fight with each other to the death for a taste of my cum. Regardless of the difficulties, It had been one of the best paying jobs I have ever completed. I now had the free time to be more selective about which orders I wanted to fill.
Dogs have always been my favorite to train. I have a weakness for all kind of Canines. I specialize in all kind of animal and object training. I have trained Dogs/puppies, Horses/ponies, Pigs/piglets, wolves, monkeys, and a few other animals per the request of my clients. I never ask my clients why they chose the animals they do, if is not my business, but they normally tell me. I am the only one they can be completely open with.
This Puppy had been specially requested. My client was getting revenge on a rival of his son's football team. Apparently the two fathers have been trying to outdo each other for years, using their sons as weapons. It came to a head when the puppy's football team beat my client's son in a deciding match. Now to pay the father back for his humiliation, my client had requested to have the puppy dognapped, and trained. He planned to surprise the rival father by forcing him watch his once proud son beg to suck his cock in front of the entire town at the football match. He had planned the dognapping to occur while the puppy was at football camp training. That way he would not be missed for at least two weeks.
Now I had the puppy tied and naked in cell #2. I had four cells, but this was the only one in use at the moment. The room's temperature was set at 100 degrees fahrenheit. The first rule to breaking a dog's spirit was to make him admit aloud that he is a dog, And Secondly, to admit that he would be a dog for the rest of his life. After these admissions everything else sort of falls into place. Not that it would be easy. But if they no longer thought of themselves as human, then they would be more likely to act like a dog. Thus far this puppy had just lain on the ground. When he first arrived he yelled, and threatened me. It was fun dealing with these big jock types, they just fight so hard to break free. Most older dog break easier.
I told him that I was going to train him to be a perfect little doggy. That he would be taught to service his master's sexual and non-sexual needs. That his asshole would be turned into a cunt, and that I would train his new cunt to need cock at all times. That his throat would turned into a pussy to house his master's cock, and that he would learn that his life was unimportant, that if his master told him to choke to death on his cock he would. That his throat would also be his master's new urinal, and that he would never drink anything for the rest of his life but his master's piss, and finally, that his tongue would be used to lick his master's asshole clean whenever he wanted him to.
"I am going to give you a list of rules puppy, If you follow these rules I might let you live." I told him "If you do not obey them I will torture you to death."
"Rule #1. Admit aloud that you are a dog who need his master to train him."
"Rule #2. If you want a normal temp, you must beg to kiss and lick your master's feet.
"Rue #3. If you want to be out of darkness, you must beg your master to beat you with a cane."
"Rule #4. If you want a drink, you must beg your master to piss in your mouth, and tell him how much you need a taste to his piss."
"Rule #5. If you want your master to take you out of this cell, you must beg to be trained as a cocksuker. You must beg not only to suck your master's cock, but beg to have your throat raped, and to eat you master's cum.
"And finally, Rule #6. I If you want to be fed you must get on your hand and knees and beg you master to take your cherry, and turn your straight boy-hole into a dog-pussy."
This is the part where every dog starts to beg me to be released. and sure enough this puppy did just that.
"Dude," he began, " Please just let me go, I swear I won't tell anyone. My father is really rich, he will pay you whatever you want, just please let me go."
I repeated he rules to him, and left the room,turning off the lights. I set the room's temp to change every 30 minutes from 19 degrees F, to 105 degrees F. I had learned the this this was the safest way to do this part of the training. I didn't want the puppy to get sick before I had a chance to train him.
That was two days ago. Now the puppy lay in complete exhaustion. He had started begging me on his knees two hours ago to be trained as a dog. Admitting aloud that he would be a good dog, if only I let him out, and gave him food and something to drink. I let him use the last of his energy begging me before I went into the room. I turned on the bright lights totally blinding him. He was a sad sight. Of course he had soiled himself, and had pissed all over the floor. Filthy little bitch. I walked to him, and stood above him.
So Puppy, you want me to train you to be a good little doggy?" I asked him.
"Yes m..master" he replied in a little voice.
"Good puppy." I said. " You are going to make a good little bitch-puppy aren't you?" I asked.
"Y..Yes." he said.
I kicked him hard in the gut. Mostly because I could. He screamed.
"I am going to ask you again. Are you going to be a good little bitch-puppy?"
"YES MASTER!" he yelled. "Please master..?
"Please master what bitch?" I asked.
" Please master, water,' He begged. "I am dying master, Please."
"Thousand of dogs die on street corners everyday," I said. "What make you think I would care if you died.?" I asked. My cock was already hardening, just hearing my new bitch take the first steps in his dog training. "I told you puppy, if you want a drink, you have to get on your knees and beg to drink my piss".
"No! Please!" He moaned. "I can't...please don't make me drink your disgusting piss dude."
I kicked him hard, this time in the nuts. It felt so good to feel his soft full boy nuts beneath my feet. I couldn't wait to use them to train him. They felt so big and full of boy juice. That is another good thing about training young pups, their balls are like a juice factory. I would soon train them to cum just by my saying so.
"Please,' he begged again. "Your piss..."
"My piss what Puppy"
"Let me.." he stopped.
I pulled my foot back to kick him again.
"Let me drink your piss!" He said quickly. "Master," he added afterwards. He looked as though he would be sick, asking to drink another man's piss.
"What was that puppy?" I asked, wanting to make the puppy beg me properly.
"Please master, Please let me drink your piss. Piss in my mouth master, let me drink it. I am dying master."
I said nothing. as if I cared about his pathetic life.
"I'm dying. Please master, let me go. I'll drink your piss, and lick your feet and kiss your toes. Anything master. I don't want to die. Don't let me die here. I didn't do anything to you."
"I know you didn't do anything to me pup," I agreed. "But that doesn't change the fact that you are a dog now. I guess that is your bad luck.
I reached into my trousers and pulled out my cock. There was a large dog bowl in the puppy's cell. He looked as my cock in terror, as those it were a venomous snake ready to bite him. He was right to fear my cock, if he only knew. I knew that that look would soon be one of longing. I took the bowl and aimed my cock at it. My piss was very loud in the room, When the puppy heard it he started to whimper like the little bitch he was. I filled the bowl to the brim. Then placed the bowl on to the floor.
"Get over here and drink my piss bitch!" I commanded. "Show you master how happy you are by licking and lapping like the dog you are. You had better hurry, before I change my mind and leave you in here for another day."
He quickly crawled to the dog bowl and started to lick the piss. When it first touched his lips he gagged hard. His eyes popping in his head as he realized that he was literally lapping another man's piss. I laughed at him.
"You are a pathetic little puppy, you can't even properly lap your master's piss."
With that he lowered his mouth back to the bowl and began to lap. I guess his thirst must have taken over because his started to lap it as though he liked it. I laughed again. They always think that they are so straight, but all you have to do is give them a little encouragement and they show their true colors. I put my foot on to the back of his head till his mouth was directly over the bowl.
"Sounds like you are enjoying my piss there bitch," I goaded him. "For a big strong straight football jock you seem to be lapping that piss like your life depends on it." Well as I thought of it, maybe his life did depend on it. He was right when he said that he was dying. Not immediately of course, but he couldn't go much longer without water. I had once trained a marine dog, and it had taken him six days before he begged me to piss my piss. I smiled as I thought of him one month later greedily drinking his new master's (an arab prince) piss, and begging to be a doggy urinal for all his friends. The prince had later told me that the dog (Chewy) lived now entirely on a diet of piss and nutritionally reinforced cum. He also told me that the dog had almost completely forgotten his former life, and had forgotten how to speak like a human. A truly perfect dog.
Well this puppy was far from that stage, but he showed promise. He would be ready in two weeks whether he thought so or not.
After about five minutes of non-stop lapping and slurping I reached down and pulled the puppy up by his hair. tears flowed freely from his eyes as his tried not to look at me. He closed his eyes with shame.
I slapped his face hard. Again, and again, back and forth, left and right. Until he was screaming out his submission and begging me to stop hitting him.
"You want me to stop hitting you bitch?" I asked slapping him again.
"PLEASE MASTER!" He cried as his face turned a bluish red color.
"Open your mouth puppy." I ordered him.
He did. I looked into his eyes. They were now filled with fear. Terror danced around his face as he opened his mouth preparing for the worst. I spat in his mouth.
He gagged hard. His body convulsing as he swallowed the spit. I could see him trying not to vomit me piss from out of his stomach.
"Now thank me puppy," I said. "Thank me for letting you live, and for letting you drink my piss and taste my spit."
"Thank you master," he said reluctantly. "For letting me drinking your...your piss, and for letting me taste your spit."
"And?" I asked.
"And for letting me live," Then he added. "Please do kill me, Please!"
"Good doggy," I said ignoring his last request, and patting him on the head.
I love the first time a once proud stubborn puppy thanks me for humiliating him. For some reason it seemed to crush their masculinity more than begging for my piss/cum. The fact that they begged for it, then thanks me for it afterwards seemed to be more degrading. I decided I had had enough with the puppy for today. I really wanted to force my cock down his throat till he begged me for his life, but that would come soon enough. I needed to wait. There is a method behind my madness.
"You have been a very good dog today pup," I said. "Even if it took you a while to admit that you are a dog. If you continue, you might make an okay dog one day."
I turned to leave.
"NO," He yelled. "Don't leave me! I can't take it."
He started to sob, as though I cared. Why do these untrained dogs try to beg their master for mercy. I mean to say. The same master that took them from their lives and turned them into dogs in the first place.
"I can't take it. Not the dark, and the cold and the heat. I can't...not anymore. Please I'll do anything you want. Anything. please have mercy."
"Mercy," I laughed. "So, you will do anything I want huh?" I asked.
"Yes. Please". He fell to his knees. "I'll can't take it. I'll do anything."
"Anything?" I asked again.
"Anything" he repeated. "I know the kind of stuff you want me to do. I don't know why you chose me, or why you wanna make me do stuff like drink your piss. I tried to tell you that I'm not gay. But you won't listen. I'll do it though, but you can't make me like this stuff. Please just let me go."
I looked down at him.
"I didn't ask you anything about your pitiful little life. I don't care what you think of yourself. You are a dog, and dogs don't have sexuallites. I will train you to beg for my cock every moment of your day. You will become so addicted to my spunk that you will be willing to beg me in front of you family and friends for just a taste of my cum. I will train your pussy to need cock so bad that you will never feel completely whole unless you have a big cock pounding that doggy puss of yours."
"I just can't do that" he pleaded. "Isn't it enough that I drank your piss? Why make me do that other stuff. I need to eat. Please don't let me die".
"I thought you were going to do whatever I wanted" i asked.
"I wIll, but not that" he said. his nose had started to run and it was mixing with the tears rolling down his handsome but filthy face.
"Why are you trying to take my manhood away from me?" he asked."Please don't take my manhood. I don't want to die, but I will die before I suck your cock or let you fuck me...sir".
"Really?" I asking devilishly. "Die you say. That's funny cause I was just thinking that you were more trouble than you are worth. I was just thinking how much fun it would be to torture you to death. Not just torture you, but make every part of your body hurt so bad that you beg me to kill you in the end."
"Why me?" he asked. "Why can't you let me go. I promise you I won't tell anyone."
"Because your life is already over" I said. "Your live ended the first moment I took you. You are a dog now. There are two types of dogs, trained dogs and untrained dogs. You decide which one you want to be. Trained dog obey their masters, untrained dogs are put down for their own good"
"Oh God!" He cried. "HELP ME SOMEONE!!! HELP ME! Just please help me!".
"There is no one to help you." I assured him. "You are far from anyone who can hear your cries. No one is coming to save you. I'll give you one more chance to think things over. Chose wisely. I know that you are a little faggot dog. I know you secretly want to suck cock and have your pussy pounded. I have trained many dogs over the years. Big tough dogs like you, who swore that they were straight and would never beg to suck cock, or drink piss. In the end all of them wanted it. I can tell you really want cock puppy. I can tell based on how long it takes a dog to beg me to drink my piss. Most dog last about six days, you on the other hand barely made it to two days before you were begging to drink my piss. You must have been secretly wanting cock all along."
This was not altogether true. Most dogs break around the same time this puppy did, but I wanted to plant a seed of doubt in the puppy about himself.
"No..." He tried to explain. "I am just really freaked out. I've never wanted to do anything with a dude. I swear. You gotta believe me. I don't want to be a fag. Please don't turn me into a fag! I am straight. Why can't you hear me? Can't you understand what i'm telling you. You've made a mistake about me."
I turned from him to leave.
"Waited," he begged. "I'll do it...Just don't put me back in the dark. Mercy. I'll s...s..suck your cock. I'll make it good I swear. But I can't let you fuck my ass. If you take my ass I won't be a man anymore, and I can't handle that." He tried to sound as though he was sorry for this.
"I'll be a cocksucker. I don't want to suck your cock, but I will do it if you let me go. But...I".
"Beg me for it" I ordered.
"I can't dude".
I slapped him.
"I'll suck your c...cock, but I can't beg for it. That would make me a faggot. I can't be a faggot. It's too much".
I was tired of his bullshitt. I reached down and grabbed him by the hair. Pulling his head back so far that it looked as though his neck might break.
"I am tired of listening to your shit". I kicked him hard in the gut, then slapped him so hard in the face that his eyes looked as though they would pop out. I lost all patience, and kicked and punched and slapped him until my hands started to hurt.
I through him on the floor and stood over him. I started to use his rock hard eight pack as my punching bag. He had the hard well developed body of a young puppy, but after the first five minutes of my punching him in the abs, I could feel my hands turning his abs to jelly. It was making cock so hard it wanted to explode. Just feeling those muscle disappear just by the power of my fists.
By the end not only was he begging me more than ever, but he was saying everything I wanted to hear.
"I swear I really will suck your cock whenever you want me to dude" he promised. "I will suck you off in front of my family and friends. Just please stop hitting me. PLEASE!"
I continue to punch him.
"I"LL LET YOU FUCK ME!" he added wildly.
I stopped.
"Please. If you want to fuck me you can. I'll let you do anything you want, if you will just please stop hurting me".
" So" I asked "You do want me to fuck your tight little pussy?"
"Anything." He said.
"I thought you were going to die before you let me fuck you? Huh?" I laughed at him. "I wasn't even hitting you that hard" I lied.
He looked like he had been hit by a bus. His eyes were swelling, and his beautiful lips were puffy. Good, I would soon streich them out very good.
"Okay puppy," I said. "I think I will feed you and take you out of this room".
He looked up at me, having the first flicker of hope.
"On one condition" I continued. "That you once again agree to be my little dog bitch, and that you always beg me to drink my piss and eat my cum. Also I want you to beg me to rape your throat so hard that you pass out. and finally you have to bend over and spread your cheeks like a little fag and beg me to to fuck your pussy. Not your asshole. Dogs don't have assholes, they have pussies. I want you to beg me to take your cherry raw without any lube, and fuck you till your lose you voice from screaming.
He didn't move throughout all of this. Just sat there looking at his feet.
"My life really is over isn't it?" he asked. It was the first time I had hear him say anything in a normal voice.
"Yes." I answered.
"What happens to me if I do all of this dog shit?" he asked adding a belated "Master".
"You just might live a little longer. I take no pleasure in killing dogs. I am not a vet". I laughed at my little joke.
"I'll do everything you ask" he said in the same voice. "All of it. I wish I could make you believe me and let me go. I but know you won't. I don't want to die."
"Then do what I know you really want to do".
He got down on his hands and knees like a dog and said in a quavering voice.
"I admit that I do want to be your dog master. Please train me to be a good dog. Please give me piss, and let me be your urinal. I swear I will drink your piss for the rest of my life if you let me live. Also..." He stopped for a moment as though forcing himself to go on. "Let me be your, cocksucker master. Please R...Rape my throat till I pass...till I pass out. But please don't kill me with you cock. Please don't let the last thing I do be swallowing your cum. I can't face the thought of dying while choking on another man's cock. And..." Here he took the longest pause. "And please fuck my ass...I mean my p...pusssy master. Make me your bitch, I am so scared of have your big cock in my a...my pussy, but I want it anyways. Fuck me so hard master that I lose my voice from screaming. Just please don't kill me master. I'll be a good dog, if you let me live".
I stood over him, and aimed my hard cock at his face.
"Take my cock into your mouth puppy." I ordered him. "You better kiss him really good if you don't want him to choke you to death. Beg him not to kill you. He has a mind of his own, so if I were you I would beg him really good."
He look at the head of my cock glisting with pre-cum.
"I may kiss you, Please let me kiss you and suck you." He begged. I made my cock nod at him. He jumped back in surprise.
"I told you he has a mind of his own." I laughed.
He then leaned in and gave my piss slit a lovely little smooch. I smiled.
"I knew you secretly wanted cock puppy" I mocked him. "By the way, your lips look really dry bitch, maybe you should rub a little of my tasty cock-spit on them to make them moist".
He did. Moving my cock over his puffy lips. I wondered if my jixx would help them to heal quicker. I just I would find out.
"I think I've found a new name for you Puppy" I said. "I think I am going to call you Rocky, because you seem to like rock hard cock more than any dog I have ever train."
He stopped for and moment as a sob escaped his mouth.
"How do you like that Bitch?" I asked. "I think it really fit you."
"Please master." He said. "I will do anything you say, but please don't take my name from me. I have already agreed to do everything you asked. I mean, I just kissed you cock head master. I am trying hard to be what you want to be. You have already taken most of my manhood from me, if you take my name away from me I won't have anything left".
"Good" I said. "Dog don't need anything. Now tell me how much you like your new name."
" I like my new name master. I wish you would let me keep something, but if you want to give me a new name, I am glad you didn't chose a girl's name."
"See," I said. "I am not a bad master. Now take my cock into your mouth bitch!" I ordered.
He took the head of my head into his mouth, a small tear rolling down his face. Slowly he started to suck my cock. I moaned in pleasure, not because he was any good, but because I had another former straight dog willingly sucking my cock. As my cock touched the back of his throat he gagged hard and tried to spit my cock out. I slapped him with all my might. I could see his eyes roll back into his head as his brain tried to recover.
"I didn't say you could take my cock out of you mouth didn't I?" I asked.
"No master," he sobbed. "Please forgive me," He pleaded. "I've never sucked a cock before."
"Bullshit!" I said "I bet you suck cock everyday. I bet you've sucked the cocks of all of your football mates. You probably even suck your father's and your little brother's cocks."
"I never!" He said looking shocked. "I swear. You gotta believe me. You're mistaken about me. My dad would kill me if he thought I was a cocksucker."
"Then who's cock have you been sucking faggot. Because I got to tell ya, You suck cock too well for this to be your first time".
"I swear I never have sucked cock before. I just want to do good so you will stop hurting me."
"Quit lying dog, before I decide to teach your abs another lesson with my fists. Now put my cock back in your mouth. This time I want you to take it all the way down your cunt-throat. Do you understand." I asked.
"Yes, master".
He took my cock back into his mouth trying hard not to gag as it touched the back of his throat. I love watching the fear and disgust in a dog's eyes as they fight between wanting to spit my cock out, wanting me not to hurt them anymore with my fists. I knew that this pup was going to make a fine doggy cocksucker. Even though he had held out for two days. These spoiled rich jocks types are so unused to being hurt in anyway. They live their live been hammered by their parents and by society. They crack like eggs. Marines, street thugs, and gang members take a lot longer, because they are used to mistreatment.
He was really trying to take it down his throat, but it would not fit.
I would like to point out that although my cock is ten inches, and quite impressive, it could fit down the throat of most dogs. Rocky just hadn't learned how to swallow it. I saw his face start to turn blue, but he continued to fight to keep it in his throat. However his gag reflexes kicked in and he spat it out.
I was actually quite impressed with him. I had to give him credit. He was trying very hard to take it all. But my job is not to be impressed with dogs, it is to train them, so of course I had to seem angry.
"YOU PATHETIC PIECE OF SHIT!" I yelled.
"NO! NO!" he tried to explain. "I tried-"
I punched him so hard that his head hit the opposite wall. he didn't not move for over a minute.
"Get up!" I ordered.
Nothing
"I am going to count to five," I said dangerously. If you don't have my cock down your throat when I say six. I am going to rip your balls off one at a time with my bare hands."
"One." I counted.
He tried to get up and but fell back to the floor. Over and over he tried to get up. I was in fact counting very slowly, because I did not, of course want rip his balls off. They were too perfect to waste. By the time he got to his feet, I don't think he even remembered his old name.
"Since you have decided you don't like your master's cock. I am going to punish you. I told i would rape your throat. In fact you begged me to. I gave you a chance to do it willingly, but you like it rough."
With that I grabbed him by the hair and cover his nose with my hand. Until he opened his mouth to breathe. I forced my cock straight down his throat. He tried to scream, as he gagged.
Oh god! I can't describe to you how wonderful it is not only to shove your cock down that throat of a straight dog jock, but to feel his tight throat convulsing wildly on your cock is just too much. It never gets old. I started fucking his throat hard and fast. Using his hair hair and ears as handles. He was gagging more than ever. His eyes was full of terror. I loved it!
Maybe he would learn to take his master's cock on his own next time. As I raped his throat he started to convulse all over, and I felt thick gobs of spit rising in his throat. "Great!" I thought. "A self-lubing throat". Of course it was just his throat juices.
If you have ever heard the sound a toilet make as you plunge it, then you can imagine the sounds coming from his throat as I pumped in and out.
I could tell that he would pass out soon if I didn't let him breathe. So I decided to be merciful. I pulled my cock out with a loud squishing sound.
He looked ready to die. He was coughing and choking so much that even I felt a little sorry for him. His eyes were bloody red, and snot and gob were running from his mouth and nose on to his chin and the floor like a waterfall.
"See," I said. "I am a merciful master. I let you breathe. But I got to tell your that your throat was definitely made for house big cocks. A real straight dog would never be able to take a cock so easily."
I let him lie there for while trying desperately to breathe.
"Times up bitch!" I said after a few minutes. "Time to use that lovely throat of yours again."
"NO!" he tried to scream, but it only came out as a gurgled "noogh."
I could see the me was begging me from the bottom of his soul not to fuck his throat again. Unfortunately for him, I don't have a soul, so I didn't care. I did however have a hard cock that really liked the way it felt in his tight throat.
"Mercy." He continued. "You are killing me. You're killing me dude. I can't take it. Please don't do it anymore. I'll do anything. Just please I can't take it anymore."
"Get up here and put my cock back in you pussy dog!" I ordered.
"I HATE YOU!" He screamed. "Why are you doing this? You're a sick fucker. Making me beg your for your piss and cum, and then making me beg you to for this. I hate you! Why are you trying to kill me? WHY? I did everything you wanted. I did. I tried. But I can't take it. Please listen to me. Why can't you hear me. I telling dude I can't. I'll die it you put it back down my throat like that. It's too big. It hurts so much!"
I walked towards him.
"No," he cried looking at my cock with complete terror. I continued to walk towards him.
"HELP!" He cried running to walls and beating on them. SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!!! He's going to kill me. OH GOD...He's going to kill me with his cock. HELP ME!" He seemed to be working himself into a fit. I wasn't too concerned. He was for too exhausted to hurt himself. After a while he fell to his knees in front of me.
"Don't do it dude!" He begged. "I'm too young to die. I was going to university. I have a girlfriend...Think of my mother," He added wildly. "Think of my mother. She'll be heartbroken if I die. My parent will hate me if they found out I die as a cocksucker. PLEASE!"
"Beg me!" I ordered. "Beg be to fuck your throat, only beg me this time beg me to fuck your throat harder. Beg me very good, and maybe I won't choke you to death with my cock."
".....Please M...Master. Please F-Fuck my throat again. Fuck me harder and faster than before. But please don't kill me master."
"Get my cock back down your throat then if you want it then. I'll give you one last chance to prove how much you want to be my bitch."
He looked as though he was preparing himself for the electric chair as he took my glistening cock back into his mouth. He took it down as far as he could. I felt a sense of pride to see that his training was going so well. I did want to hear more gagging and sputtering on my cock, but only the best dogs learn to rape their own throats raw. It would take a lot of training before this puppy learned to do that.
So I took charge. He had begged me so beautifully to fuck his throat harder than before, so I moved myself around so that his mouth was upside down. I need not add that I never missed a beat in fucking his throat while I did this. This is the only way to truly go as deep as you can into a bitch's throat. Plus you can really start to fuck a dogs mouth as though it were a pussy.
I released all the restraint that I had the first time, and really started fucking. The sound of his gagging and sobbing while beating on my legs joined together to make me into a true fucking machine. This was bliss. Nothing else in the world existed except for his throat and my cock. I forgot who or what he was. I did not matter. His life did not matter. I looked down to see his body convulsing as he began to vomit my piss out of his throat. I pushed my cock all the way down and held it there. I felt the warm rush of his piss-vomit trying to ejacutale from his throat, But my cock plugged his throat fully. Piss started to exploded from his nose and sprayed onto my pubes. PERFECT! I grabbed his nose, and closed it to. I wondered if piss would start pouring from his ears. Considering how much he was crying, I already knew that that he was crying my piss from his eyes. I wondered how my people cried piss from their eyes. Apart from dogs I mean, but of course they were not human.
His eyes began to roll back into his head, and his body gave one last almighty convulsion. His throat squeezed my cock so hard I thought I was going to die from the pressure. I let go of his nose just I felt my nuts tightening. I exploded into his throat like a cannon just as his nose erupted, shooting forth a perfect geyer of my piss. If I had died in that moment, I would have died a happy man. It had been a long time since I had cum this much. The twin piglets had been much younger than this puppy, and could not take much abused.
My cock fired it's last load of sweet nectar into his cunt.
I pulled out and looked down at the unconscious puppy. I laughed. All in a day's work. He was still breathing of course, and I checked his pulse and heartbeat to make sure he was okay. I am a certified EMT, so I could deal with most problems as long as they were not life threatening.
"AH," I sighed aloud. "A perfect day!".
Step one in this puppy's training completed. I knew now that he would be a good dog, and do whatever I told him.