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A Dog's Life

Story based on an idea by: fagcouplesbreakingup

Content warning: brainwashing / castration / roleplay / verbal insults / violence

When Leon woke up that Sunday, he was plagued with a bad hangover. He had been out partying yesterday and had drunk way too much. As he tried to remember exactly what happened last night, a memory came up that was so surreal that he wasn't even sure if it actually happened: Leon was with over at his best friend Tucker after the party. The two drank a few glasses there and talked. Leon had known Tucker since childhood and the friendship had lasted all these years. To many, Tucker came across as a bit arrogant. He was a typical macho and a cocky man. Always been. But even when Leon came out, Tucker continued to hang out with him. He supported Leon all these years and also went to LGBTQ events, even though it was clearly not his world. Leon gave him great credit for this support. Leon did not new a lot of queer people who had such a solid friendship with a straight cis man. But Leon couldn't imagine a better friend than Tucker. He just liked being around him.

On that evening they first reminisced about old times. Leon couldn't remember how it came about, but for some reason the conversation eventually turned into Tucker asking Leon about secret fantasies. It was very unusual for Tucker to want to talk to him about such a topic. Aided by the high level of alcohol, Tucker then coaxed a secret out of Leon that he had never spoken about to anyone: He told Tucker that he would like to do a role play in which he pretended to be a dog. Tucker laughed at him and couldn't believe it. But Leon went on to say that he gets a hard-on every time he thinks about this.

“But isn’t this fucking humiliating?” Tucker asked incredulously.

“I know, dude. But that’s exactly the point!”

Tucker now asked Leon to imitate a dog. At first Leon didn't want to, but when Tucker didn't give in, Leon started barking. Tucker was so amused he almost rolled on the floor laughing. The situation soon took on a strange shift. Tucker suddenly became more serious and told his best friend to crawl on the floor like a real dog. Leon's heart raced as he followed his best friend's command and got on all fours. At this point, Leon's memory became more hazy. He remembered sentences like “Good dog” and “Get me the stick”. Did that really happen last night? It seemed like a strange fever dream to Leon.

In any case, Leon hoped that Tucker's memory was at least as blurry as his own, or better yet, that he wouldn't remember it at all. He was extremely embarrassed. When he spoke to Tucker on the phone later that afternoon, he didn't show any signs of it. Everything was as usual. Thank God. When Leon drove to Tucker's house 4 days later to watch the game, he realized that Tucker still remembered the crazy evening very well.

“Is your girlfriend not there?” Leon wanted to know.

“No, Kelly quickly went to the grocery store. But I wanted to talk to you in private anyway,” Tucker said.

"Okay... what's it about?" Leon asked nervously.

“Well, it’s about your little secret fantasy that you told me about the other day. You know?"

"I don't understand..."

“Come on, you’re a smart doggy. You'll remember that," Tucker said, visibly suppressing his laughter.

“Oh THIS thing.”

“I’m sorry, I really don’t mean to make fun of it. On the contrary, I’m your best friend and I want to help you!”

“How exactly are you going to help me?”

“It’s true that this is a fantasy that you would like to live out. But you don't have anyone to do that with, do you?" Tucker asked, almost worried.

"Well... that's right, I don't know many people who are into this kind of role play," Leon admitted.

"Exactly. And that’s why I would like to offer you the opportunity to live out your dog fantasies when you visit me here!”

"You're kidding me..."

"Not at all! Listen buddy, you know I've wanted a dog for ages. But because of my dog hair allergy that's not possible. So it would be a win-win situation for both of us!” said Tucker.

"Wow... Tucker, I don't know what to say..." Leon stammered.

Leon couldn't believe that there was actually a possibility of making his greatest fantasy come true. And never in his life he would have thought that Tucker of all people... his best friend, the man he valued most, would be the one who made this offer.

“So what’s Leon? I didn't propose to you, I simply asked you if you want to be my dog! Well, yes or no?!"

“Yes…” Leon finally said.

There was nothing in the world that he wanted more.

"OK. Then say WOOF twice to confirm.”

“Woof! Woof!” barked Leon.

"Very well. Listen tonight after the game, Kelly will go to her flat. You can stay here for a while and we'll see what we can do on your first day as my dog. What do you make of it?"

"WOOF WOOF!"

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This first evening as a dog was very unusual for Leon. Tucker played “get the stick” with him and trained him to respond to commands like a real dog. Tucker also gave Leon a new name. Because Tucker said “Leon” wasn’t a proper name for a dog. So he named him “Sparky.” When Leon came home that night, he was so horny that he had to jerk off twice. In fact, he could hardly believe his luck.

Over the next 6 months, Leon and Tucker met more and more often to play “dog and master”. By now it had even gotten to the point where the two of them only met for this purpose and didn't do anything “normal” as friends anymore. At the beginning, Leon found it very difficult to fully absorb himself in the role of the dog. Tucker often had to remind him that dogs "don't talk," "don't walk on two legs," "don't eat from the table," and most of all, "don't use the bathroom."

Leon still knew how humiliated he felt when Tucker first insisted that he take him for a walk in the backyard so he could pee there. Leon had just gotten used to being completely naked and wearing a collar in Tucker's presence. When Tucker put a leash on him and led him out into the backyard to a large tree, Leon almost died of embarrassment. But when he lifted his leg and released the yellow stream, Tucker patted him happily on the head and commented with, “Good boy!” At that moment, Leon's shame disappeared and instead he just felt happy at his master's recognition.

After these 6 months, Leon became more and more “Sparky”. Even when he wasn't with his master, he always felt more like a dog than a human being. Even at work. And Leon had a relatively demanding job as a college lecturer. He made more and more mistakes and could hardly concentrate properly on his work. It was particularly bad when he had to go to the toilet. It just didn’t feel “right” to use a bathroom anymore. One day Leon started going to the spacious park that adjoined the college at lunchtime. He found a secluded spot, pulled down his pants, got on all fours and peed on a bush or a tree, as his master had taught him. This worked well a few times and over time Leon became careless. One afternoon he hadn't paid enough attention to the fact that the part of the park where he wanted to do his business was empty. Leon had just chosen a beautiful tree and crouched down to make a pile when a person approached.

“What the fuck?!” the young man asked indignantly.

Leon was shocked to see that it was Larry, one of his students. Leon actually wanted to jump up immediately and put on his pants, but “Sparky” stopped him. It was as if the dog in him had just taken control and didn't want to give it up. And so “Sparky” continued his business, calmly squeezing out a poop sausage while Larry stared at him in disbelief.

“Mr. Simmons? What’s this perverted shit?”

Sparky responded by barking and whining a few times. Although Larry had taken out his smartphone in the meantime to film this absurd scene, Sparky made a second pile and groaned contentedly.

“No one will believe me this...” Larry commented.

After Sparky finished laying his piles, he crawled half a meter in Larry's direction. He sat on his hind legs and begged. He panted with his tongue hanging out. He had just done his business like a good doggy and wanted to be petted and praised by Larry as a reward. He was so excited that his penis became completely hard. Unfortunately, Larry seemed anything but enthusiastic. He looked at Sparky with disgust, made a snide comment, and disappeared. Only now did “Leon” manage to get control back. He immediately put on his pants nervously, sweat dripping from his forehead.

"No, you overdid it Leon... Now you overdid it!" he said to himself.

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Tucker didn't listen to Leon very carefully. He seemed almost disinterested and bored when Leon told him about the episode in the park with Larry. It was the first time in months that Tucker and Leon met outside of Tucker's apartment and talked normally like two equal people.

“I don't know what you're so upset about. Just because he didn't pet you after you poop? Did I spoil you like that?”

“Tucker, that’s not the point! He filmed me doing it! He is my student! I bet the whole campus already knows the video!”

Tucker happily sipped the beer the waitress had just brought him.

"You know there's a very simple solution to all this," Tucker said knowingly.

“And that would be?”

"You'd just have to quit your job and become my full-time pet," Tucker suggested.

"I'm sorry? I can't do that! I love my job. Besides, what about my friends and family if I live with you as a dog 24/7?!”

“You said yourself that you can barely concentrate enough at work to pretend to be human. I mean think about it: A dog that teaches at a college? That doesn't work. And what kind of friends? Since I gave you the opportunity to live out your so-called fantasy with me, you haven't even done anything with your friends. Also, since when has your family been important to you? How many times have you told me that they are all homophobic assholes who have never accepted you. In fact, I just recently talked to your dad and told him about “Sparky.” Then he said it didn't make any difference to him whether he had a fag or a dog as a son," Tucker said angrily.

Leon was stunned. He didn't know what was devastating for him; The fact that Tucker made it seem like the dog was his real personality or that he actually told his father about this.

“Listen, boy. I know it would be for your own good! Look me in the face and tell me that the last 6 months with me as your master haven't been the best time of your life," said Tucker, now calm and friendly.

“You… you’re right…. But still... this step is just too much for me... I can't do it all," said Leon and stood up.

Leon left Tucker in the cafe. A battle of emotions raged within him. He needed time to think. Leon avoided contact with Tucker all weekend.

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When he went back to work on Monday, he felt sick about what awaited him there. Especially because Larry was in his first class. But Leon tried to act as if nothing was happening and went through his lesson as best he could. His students had the task of preparing a presentation and delivering it today. Everything went without incident until it was Larry's group's turn.

“I know you are now expecting a lecture about the financial crisis of 2008 and its impact on today's politics. Unfortunately I have to disappoint you because I don’t think it makes sense to be taught by a dog.”

Laughter came from the ranks of the other students. Leon blushed.

“Yeah you understand me correct: Mr. Simmons here is actually a dog. Isn't it true Mr. Simmons or should I say Sparky?" Larry asked maliciously.

“Larry, that’s enough. Back to your seat!” ordered Leon, but Larry ignored him.

“Some of you have already seen the video, but here again for all of you: this is the moment when I saw the real Mr. Simmons.”

Leon's worst nightmare came true. Larry pressed a key on his laptop that was connected to the presentation screen and now everyone saw Leon pooping by the tree in the park. Some of the students laughed, others looked in horror or disbelief.

“Yes Sparky, is a dog. Look at how he behaves in his natural environment,” Larry said, starting a slideshow. It consisted of various pictures of him at Tucker's house while they played "dog and master." Tucker must have taken the pictures secretly and sent them to Larry. When the slide show was over, Tucker turned to Leon again: “So you don’t have to pretend anymore. Be a good puppy and let me put this on you.”

Larry pulled a collar out of his pocket.

“Come on, be a good boy and come here!” said Larry and then whistled.

Leon was so overwhelmed by the shame and humiliation that he pulled away and decided it was better to let Sparky handle the situation. So Sparky went down and crawled over to Larry to have the collar put on. Larry petted him and gave him a piece of dog biscuit as a reward. Sparky was full of joy. Larry now took a ball threw it and let Sparky ran after him to catch the ball and bring it back to him. This went back and forth several times. He really enjoyed playing “catch the ball” with Larry. He ignored the numerous smartphones the students had pulled out to record the scene. At some point, Larry ordered him to take off his clothes. It would now be time to go for a walk. Now Sparky was sitting here in the middle of the lecture hall, completely naked and having a leash put on him. Larry led him out of the room through the corridors of the building. They encountered numerous students and teachers, all of whom just stared in shock. Once they were outside, Larry led him to a bush where he obediently peed.

“Good puppy!” praised Larry.

“And now it’s time for us to take you back to your master, right?”

"WOOF! WHOOF!” Sparky barked excitedly.

Larry led him to his car, where he sat in the trunk. On the drive to his master, Sparky was so happy and excited that his erect penis rubbed violently against the floor of the trunk. Until he finally cum... He knew that would be trouble.

When Larry parked the car in Tucker's driveway. And then opened the trunk, Sparky looked away in shame. He hoped Larry wouldn't notice, but unfortunately he did.

“Shit, you mutt messed up my beautiful car!” cursed Larry.

He pulled hard on the leash and dragged Sparky out of the car.

“I probably shouldn’t have praised you so much.”

Finally they went to the front door. Larry rang the bell and Sparky waited with wide eyes for his owner to open the door.

“Ah, there you are!” said Tucker happily.

Larry handed him the leash.

“Thank you Larry for bringing my dog home. I owe you one!”

“No problem, man. I know what it’s like to be attached to your pet,” Larry replied.

“Did he behave well?”

“On I think so,… but he probably got a little to excited and squirted in my trunk.”

Tucker looked down at Sparky angrily. He lashed out with the leash and gave him two strong blows. Sparky staggered and wailed.

“Did I raise you like that?!” Tucker asked angrily.

“Don’t be so strict, Mr. Wheeler. I'm sure it wasn't intentional," Larry tried to reassure him.

“Yeah you are probably right. But he still has a lot of work and training ahead…"

Tucker invited Larry for a can of beer as a thank you. While the two sat on the couch and chatted about dog training, Sparky played with his toys and drank from the water bowl his owner had provided for him. Leon would definitely have found it humiliating to lie naked on the floor at the feet of his best friend and his student while they talked about him in the third person. But Sparky enjoyed being treated as the animal he was.

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After that day, Sparky finally agreed to become a 24/7 pet. In a final act as a human, Leon signed numerous documents, certificates and powers of attorney to sign over all of his property and rights to Tucker. He was now fully Tucker's dog. His owner even told his girlfriend about it. It took her a while to fully get used to Sparky, but eventually he was accepted as the family dog. The story of Leon, the former young college professor, a model member of the queer community who now spent his life as a dog, spread quickly. At one point, Sparky even overheard a conversation in which Tucker told Kelly that he had heard of several cases where other gay men had followed suit. In the end, Sparky didn't care, as long as he made his owner happy.

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Epilogue:

After almost a year, Sparky couldn't imagine any other life. He was sniffing with pleasure at his master's underpants, which he had once again secretly stolen from the laundry basket, and in the process he was copulating with his "special pillow". His owner gave Sparky the pillow especially so that he wouldn't spread his seeds uncontrollably anywhere in the apartment. He was taught that he was only allowed to cum in his special pillow. But suddenly he was interrupted when he heard the door being unlocked. It was actually far too early for his owner to come home. Slowly but curiously, Sparky went to the front door. Master was really already there! He greeted him happily with a loud bark.

“Yes, it’s okay, my boy! Yes, I'm happy to see you too!" said his owner and stroked Sparky.

“Here look what I have for you!” He said, holding up a can of his favorite food.

Sparky was happy, but he also wondered what the occasion was.

“I know, Sparky, you're probably wondering why I'm here so early and brought your favorite food with me. As you know, it's nobody's birthday and it's not a holiday either. I just want to really spoil you today because you have a difficult day ahead of you,” said Tucker.

Sparky looked at him in surprise.

“I have great news! Kelly will finally move in here permanently. But I had to promise her something in return... You have to be strong now buddy. But she only agreed on one condition. You know, she always feels so uncomfortable when you're... well, you know, “excited” around her. That's why we're going to the clinic tomorrow and then these will be taken away from you," explained the master while he stroked Sparky's testicles.

Sparky whined anxiously. His heart was racing.

“I know buddy, believe me I feel sorry for you. But it's better for us this way... And you know what? As a small compensation, you can sleep in my bed again tonight. Well, what do you say?”

"WOOF! WOOF!"

“Yes, that’s my doggy!”

THE END