I had a perfect life. I was a 10-year-old boy that
lived with my mom in the suburbs. I was a happy boy that
had everything that I ever needed. My dad died in an
accident when I was 4. I don’t remember much about him,
and to be honest, I didn’t really miss him, as I had Mom
to myself and I had lots of friends. I mean my mom could
have won the mom of the year award, and no one ever gave
me a bad time at school. Sometimes we just do not count
our blessings.
Mom of course went on dates, and who could deny her this,
as she also had needs. Lately she was very happy because
she met this older man called Roger. I think he was very
bossy and demanding, but my mom seemed to be happy. I
didn’t like when she came home, drunk and I suspect she
had some drugs. I was 10, but I wasn’t blind or daft. I
saw what happened on TV.
Mom went on a weekend with him. I was staying with my
friend Jason which was a lot of fun. When the weekend was
done, Roger picked me up. It was silent all the way home
and I was wondering when Mom would get tired of him. He
wasn’t even nice looking, not that I was any expert on
things like that. I liked girls! But he was nearly bald
and he was fat, and wore these strange clothes a farmer
would wear. He told me they got married that weekend, he
was my new dad. Why did they get married without telling
me? Why did my own mother never tell me? Did they not know
it would be a huge shock and forcing me to accept a new
life?
I had to face it, the old life that I had, alone with mom
and being very happy had gone. I now lived with a mountain
man and his dog. I just hid myself in my bedroom all the
time. I could hear the newlyweds below my floor. Mum was
always begging for new drugs and my new dad was just
telling her that she was no good for anything. This did
not sound like real love to me. What it meant is that mom
no longer could speak with me. I felt so alone.
My new dad was a bit strange. I could see him rushing out
to the mail box every day. He told me he was waiting for
some foreign food. I thought he was crazy. He could have
just gone down to the local shop and get some food. Why
did we need food from some strange part of the world?
Another day, he came in my room with Bruno. Then he
started hanging posters up. They were all posters of dogs.
This made me a bit mad as it was my room, and it was where
I could hide. His answer was that he was trying to get
closer to me, as my mother was very sick, and I needed an
adult in my life. The problem is that they were just
pictures of dogs, and they all were male, as in some of
them, you could see their dicks. If you think I just sat
there and stared at dog dicks, then you are wrong. I liked
girls! So now, I had a bedroom full of dog pictures and
posters.
A few days later, my step dad came in with a rug and said
that Bruno could now sleep here. He explained a dog was a
boy’s best friend. He always wanted a dog when he was a
child. I growled as Bruno came in and sat on his rug. This
was my bedroom. I didn’t want to share it. It was where I
could escape. The fact that step dad wanted Bruno to be my
best friend didn’t mean anything. After all he was a dog!
A few days later, I was depressed. I was on my mother’s
bed trying to speak with her. She could hardly even open
her eyes, never mind speak. I really missed her and wanted
her back. Stepdad came rushing in and he was delighted. He
said that the food finally came. I looked at it and it was
a can. I read that it was called “Bitches food.” I sighed
and asked, was this the food he was waiting for such a
long time?
Stepdad was not happy that I was crying for mom, “You
should realize you do not need your mom anymore. It’s
about time you took care of Bruno, you bitch!” I had my
mouth wide open. He called me a bitch? Why didn’t Mom wake
up and kick him out?
Two weeks later, it was my 11th birthday. It was the worst
day of my life. We buried mom that day. She died because
her body gave up. That’s what drugs do to you. I had a
stepdad that took care of me, and Bruno that wanted me to
be a friend. But they were not my family. As Mom's coffin
was lowered in the ground, I knew that things would never
be the same again.
Stepdad didn’t console me, when we came home, he said that
I didn’t need to love him but I had to do what he says.
That night he took his new foreign food and dumped half of
it on my plate and half of it in Bruno’s bowl. Of course I
thought it was strange. It looked like chopped up food. I
put down my fork in it and put it in my mouth. It wasn’t
warm, it needed salt and I felt like I was going to vomit.
I looked at the food and then stepdad. He told me I should
get to like it, as I would be eating it every night. At
the end, I thought it did not taste so bad.
A week later, I was laying on Bruno’s rug looking at the
posters of the dogs. They looked so cute. Stepdad
continued to give me the food, and I surprised myself that
I now liked it so much that I was licking the plate. He
told me that if I liked it so much, I didn’t need a knife
and fork anymore. I didn’t really care. I felt a change
and I was much happier now. I still missed my mum, but I
was happy that stepdad took care of me. I considered him
more of a master then a step dad because he always gave
orders.
Another change was that my mind was blanker. I didn’t
worry about things or was sad. Sometimes I thought about
what I was thinking, and found out I was not thinking.
This was a strange change in me.
Stepdad bought me a present to show he cared for me. It
was a collar and even a dog bowl. I laughed when I saw the
dog bowl and put it in the floor next to the other one. As
I was eating “Bitches food,” my mind went blanker and I
suddenly could see that Bruno’s eyes were mega cute. I
looked at him as my heart was beating fast and without
thinking I put the collar on me. Rock stars have them,
maybe not a pink one like the one I had on. It even had a
silver bone with my name. Later that night, I tried to
take it off when I was going to bed. I couldn’t do it. It
wouldn’t unlock. I just shrugged my shoulders and slept.
A few days, I was taking Bruno for a walk or should I say
he was taking me for a walk. He was nearly as big as a
horse. I don’t really like walking through the park as
there are many pervs. But I knew that Bruno would protect
me. My mind was blank once again. I found out that
listening to nature and the sounds that were around me was
much nicer. Humans were always in a rush and never noticed
things. Things got a bit weird when this big German
Shepard came up to me and started sniffing me. He sniffed
me down by my dick and even licked. He continued to lick
under the legs of my shorts and tried to reach my dick
that way. He must have been disappointed when he found
briefs. Then he went around and started sniffing my bum.
The owner said that the dog must think I am his bitch. I
blushed at this which made the owner laugh. Then he asked
why I did not stop the dog. I honestly didn’t know. I
wasn’t thinking. I just thought that he was a male dog so
he should decide. The man just rolled his eyes and then
noticed my collar. He started to say that I was a bitch
when Bruno started to growl. He did not like the other
male dog sniffing and licking me. He shoved the other dog
to keep away from me and then the two dogs got in a fight.
I was trying to pull Bruno back and the owner was doing
the same with his dog. When we managed to separate them,
the owner was frustrated and shouted “You are one!”
That night, I asked my stepdad why the dog done that and
why did the owner get mad when Bruno protected me? Stepdad
smiled and said that the other dog thought I was a bitch
and he most likely wanted to mate me. He did not see me as
a human but a dog. Bruno probably thinks the same and
wanted to protect his bitch. Stepdad could see I was
confused and told me it was time to eat. He took out a new
can of “Bitch Food”.
Later that night, I was thinking. This was something I
have not done for a while. I remembered how cute the other
dog was and how good it felt when he licked my thighs. I
took out my dick and started wanking it. I looked at some
of the posters of the cute dogs and was thinking what it
would be like if they licked me. I was getting very
excited when I noticed some of the dog’s dicks and was
thinking that they were so pretty.
When I was finished jerking off, I laid back in bed I
could hear stepdad on the telephone, “Yes, I found the
bitch… she never recognised me…. Don’t worry; she is dead
and in hell…. One brat but he will soon be more of a pet….
Mind control…. The food….. from an old Indian tribe…. Yeah
the bitch would wish she never told the police about us
selling drugs at school. I have destroyed her and her
offspring.”
My mind was so blank I didn’t understand a word of what he
was talking about. I didn’t really care. Stepdad came in
to say good night and told me tomorrow we would be going
to the vet.
The next day we were at the vet with Bruno. I didn’t
understand why, but I had a hard on all the time and my
bum was itchy while we were in the waiting room. There
were only men there, and their dogs. I was thinking that I
could still taste the “Bitch food” I ate that morning. I
was also looking at the dogs and thinking they were cute.
I felt my collar as I saw one drinking water. I was also
thirsty.
The vet spoke with step dad before Bruno was called in. I
heard the vet say that this was unusual and illegal.
Stepdad said that the vet done worse and gave the vet a
whole bunch of money, He then looked at Bruno for 5
minutes, sighing all the time and not looking all that
happy. He took Bruno off the bench and I was about to walk
out when he told me to sit on the bench.
“You have a nice collar, but you do know it’s a dog’s
collar?”
“Yes, but it’s locked and anyhow, I like it.”
The vet then told me to strip and he investigated my body.
He asked me did I not realize that I had a tail? I didn’t
laugh but asked where. He took my hand and I felt a small
bone sticking out just above my bum. It was not a furry
tail, just like a small skin and bony one sticking out. I
must admit that my heart was racing a bit quick.
“Let me tell you about Bruno. He is very healthy but he is
a bit sad?”
“Why?”
“Because he is in love, but the other dog is not in love
with him. He really wants to breed with this dog.”
“He doesn’t know any dogs.”
“He is in love with you. He thinks you are a dog. He wants
you to be his bitch.”
“I am not a…. I mean I am a…. I am not.”
“I think you are. You wear a collar. What do you think
when you masturbate?”
The fact that his hand was now pumping my small dick did
not help, and I could still taste the bitch food. My mind
was blank and I heard myself saying I jack off to the
posters of dogs. Then I told him about the dog licking me
and Bruno fighting him. The vet explained that it’s
because Bruno protects his bitch.
I was so confused. The vet was trying to convince me I am
a bitch in a boy’s body. I asked him how any dog could
mate with me? Then I gasped as I felt a finger enter my
bum. The vet was feeling around my bum. The next thing I
knew was that the vet had his dick out and my stepdad had
his dick out. The vet put his in my bum while my step dad
told me to put it in my mouth. The pain was extreme as I
thought I would be split apart. They kept on telling me
how to make it easier, and it’s not like I could say
anything as there was a cock in my mouth. But they proved
their point; a cock could mate with me. I was worn out and
tired at the end of it. I heard the vet say as a bitch, I
would please Bruno plus my master.
On the way home in the car, stepdad was mumbling and said
it must be hard finding out that I was really a bitch and
not a human. Then he said that my mum was having sex with
a dog long ago. That could explain my condition. If my
mind was not so blank, I would have asked how he knew.
However I just looked out the window, thinking that my bum
was no longer a bum, but a bitch pussy.
The next few days, I noticed Bruno more and more. He was
mega mega cute and my heart went fast every time I seen
him. I also missed him when I was away from him. I wanted
to be next to him all the time. I wanted to make him
happy. Did this mean I was in love?
The next day, I was walking home from school with Jason. I
was complaining about homework and how humans always
pushed themselves and never remembered the important
things in life. This made Alan mad, that asked me did I
not realize that I always talked about humans as if I am
not one? He told me I was acting more and more like a dog.
He noticed how I looked at a dog every time I saw one, and
he then he told me to get rid of the collar. He told me it
was like my mind was being changed and controlled. He
reminded me I didn’t like my stepdad or even dogs before.
What did he know?
When I came home, Bruno kissed licked me on the lips. This
tickled and I started to laugh. Then his long tongue
started exploring my mouth. I stopped laughing and let him
do what he wanted. It also felt good and my body started
feeling sensations it never felt before. His tongue and my
tongue were dancing in our mouths. Then he stood back and
looked at me. I was confused. He took my t-shirt and
yanked it away from my body. I was still confused. Then he
yanked my belt. I understood: he was asking me to be his
bitch.
Deep down I knew I already knew what I was. I slowly took
off my clothes and then bent down and started licking his
dick, and then put it in my mouth. I was now sucking a
dog. The dog’s dick was so much better in my mouth than
any human's. I could have sucked it all day, and the
precum tastes so good. Bruno had other plans; he stood up
and then waited. I didn’t know what to do, so he came
around my back and tried to climb on me while I was
sitting on my knees. He then did it a bit harder, knocking
me forwards. I got on my hands and knees, but he was
quick. He climbed on my back and started poking with his
dick. I knew what would happen, and was afraid it would
hurt. He found my hole and I felt his dick go in. He was
not gentle and went in and out very quickly. I felt like I
was being pushed down and it took a lot of effort just to
stay up. His dick was painful but also felt so good. I was
moaning and promising him that I would be his bitch from
now on. I loved him. I wanted his dog seed in me. I felt
so lucky. I started yelling and crying when I felt his
knot grow. I was scared as hell as I didn’t even know what
it was. It was some relief when I could feel some warm
sperm in me. I knew then that I was now a bitch. I was no
longer a human. I was Bruno’s bitch.
After Bruno spermed in me, he got off of me but we were
stuck together. I was afraid and thought something wrong
happened. Stepdad came in and smiled. He explained we
would be stuck together. This is to make sure his puppy
sperm was safe in me. He petted me on the head and said,
“You could have been my step son, but nature has forced
you to realize that you are a bitch. You know you no
longer are worthy of being human, but having the life of a
bitch.”
So my life as a bitch started. I no longer considered
myself human and accepted I was a dog. Not just a dog, but
a dog's bitch. He decided when he wanted to fuck me, and
he didn’t care if dad or his friends were looking. Stepdad
was really not my stepdad; he was more of a master. I of
course had to service him and some of his friends. That
was work and had nothing to do with love. Being a bitch
was better than being a faggot whore.
I was now 11. I accepted my fate. I was not a human. I was
in love. I was a bitch. I was happy.
