Lord & Master
Chapter II (M/MFbg, inc, oral, bi, cuck, mc, ws, scat, best, humil, c&bt, cast, preg?)
by PervRat (AT) (Gee)mail (DOT) com
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Foreward:

Just a shortie this time to those who are trying to jump into Chapter II here without having read that long boring story of Chapter I ... I make no promises that you won't be lost!
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Man oh man, what had I gotten myself into?  I awoke on that floor, bitter salt on my tongue entwined with two precious bits of flesh.

Mmm ... well, okay dad, your flavor isn't too bad.  I guess his inhibitions to relieve were let go during the night as well, and you won't hear me complain of it.  I felt my mutual love for this family I basically had enslaved by freeing them (!) continue and did not want to disrupt the harmony by awaking any of the sleepers early, but I could not help but play.  I very gently stroked my tongue on the wrinkled, mature cock of a father of both the cloth and two young children, and at the very end of my tongue, on the far side of this father's cock was the soft, young flesh of his daughter's tongue.

Mmmm, yeah.  She had a bit of her father's drink, again apparantly spilt during the pleasant sleep, in her mouth as well, and it was a pleasure to share, a wondrous challenge to taste it mixed with her salivations without waking her, if she was awake.  In this position, my eyes blocked by the father's balls, it was rather difficult to tell who, if anyone, was awake.  My cock was still inside the pussy of this wonderful girl, but during the night it had revived from its fully drained state and was rather hard.  The father, in a 69 with both of us, had his tongue pinned by my erection on her wall.

None of this had gone according to plan.  In case you'd forgotten, this was supposed to be all one night of pure lust from my part, using my mind control -- yes, mind control powers -- I had developed to completely own this religious family.  Lust, fucking dammit, just lust, not love, lust!  Like I said, not gone according to plan.  And this morning rouse of lust had me worried about that arousal of mine in the daughter.

Huh?  I was gonna fuck her silly and leave her full of my cum, along with everyone else, and the family would just suck it and be gracious that I studded her and that would be it!

But no, fucking a, I might have manipulated there feelings a bit, but somewhere in the mix my own feelings -- and plan to not have any -- got in the way.  No, the daughter was too near puberty, she might well get pregnant, and I knew from last night that she was to be bred first by either her father or her brother, but not me!  Maybe down the line I might, who knows?  But her first love children should be by her own family!

Which meant I had to risk waking someone as the urge grew.  I couldn't help but give a few strokes at least, of course, but I knew my load was about to blow.

I pulled my head from her face and her father's cock, leaving her to absently move forward to hog the whole of her father's meat in her mouth as I lifted my head to look around.

Mom was still asleep, lying not far away on the piss-damp expensive carpet of their luxury home.  I stifled a chuckle as, from my angle, I saw and suddenly remembered the video camera.  Its recording time had long passed and it had an angry blinking red light to indicate this.  At least I wouldn't have to share this strictly in a text file story!

Her son, in a 69 with her, was not.  He was silently watching me, and from his calm, didn't-just-wake-up look, seemed to have been before I awoke.  He lifted his lips from his mom's pussy, careful not to move too much to wake her, his own cock still in her mouth which she nursed in her sleep.

"Hi!" I wordlessly mouthed, carefully making my way around the slumbering bodies toward him.

He no longer needed to be taught with words, no longer needed to hold back, no longer was ignorant nor needed to be ignorant of sex and love and pleasure.  He no longer way, that gods ever-so-handsome seven year old colt of a boy.

Fuck you if you didn't read the last chapter, for you don't have a hint of what this boy did to me!

What was his name again?  Oh yeah, Michael.  His sister was Suzie.  I hadn't yet learned the mother's or father's names, but did that matter?  No!  Love knows no names!  Loving parents, incesting parents.  Loving husband and wife, fucking husband and wife.  Love is aboth an emotional noun and physical verb.  To them, from my plans to dominate, I had simply gotten them to call me Master.

Anyhow, I'll save my romance to stroke the family's emotions.  Dammit ... when did I care?  Oh yeah, after Michael's first ... damn you, go back and read the last chapter if you don't know, fucker!

He no longer needed to be taught nor told.  He no longer needed to ask.  He was free!  His true love had been unleashed, he knew its feeling and he finally knew what it was beyond a meaningless word!  And that roused need to share love was before him, he hesitated not a moment to arch forward and take it.

Ohhh you FUCKER, you're doing it again!

I wanted to cry as the boy sucked on my needy wang.  And fuck if I didn't last five seconds again with him!  I felt guilt and regret again, guilt and regret I couldn't last longer for a longer lovemaking with him ... not that morning woodies are particularly good for longer lovemakings, but still.  This boy was the most special to me of his family here, that developed fairly early on and if you missed it, fuck you, but he's the real reason my plans to wham bam, zip zap, get my rocks off and go went all to fucking hell.  True, his mother pounded the final nails in that coffin in her rather surprisingly -- and i mean surprising to me, and I'm the one who fucking manipulated this family, dammit -- when her plans developed from her freed-from-all-inhibitions mind and I realized I needed to make myself not a careless Master, but a responsible one.

As hard as I fought to keep from making a sound, I cried a bit after the boy took my seed.  Being stuck with this family diminished my prospects for having the rest of my life to fool around.  I wanted to have the first times of boys and girls alike, I wanted to taste the very first cum of many boys ... but spending time to take responsibility for my incestuous, bisexual harem meant I couldn't spend so much time playing, and ... it would be years before this boy would have seed to ready to share and, worse, I felt compelled by his mother's shocker of last night to allow her to be the very first to take posession, in her very bosom, that his first cum should fertilize her.

You, the fucking reader I am relaying this memory to ... yeah, a memory.  Of course I'm writing it years later!  I bet you want me to skip to the chase, to not drag you through the years I spent.  No way!  Maybe next chapter I'll skip ahead.  Nope, we're at the day after, and the last chapter started just the day before, so we're going a chapter per day here.  Well, I'm sure you realize, that's not so bad.  Inhibitions are broke ... and I don't just mean theirs that I broke.  Nah, my own are broke ... my inhibition against inhibiting myself, you see!  What, you don't get it?  I guess you didn't read my commentaries in the first chapter!

I would say it fortunate my emotional outburst didn't awaken anyone, but ... it was rather irrelevant, actually.  It seems my excitement into the boy chain reacted and ... yup.  Mom awoke with "oohs" as the boy couldn't help but fuck her with a pre-pubescent dry-gasm.

This roused dad and daughter, who awoke to mutually pleasant "ooohs" and "mmms."  Daughter pulled back from her father's cock as she groggily awoke, her lips licking and her eyes widening as she realized she has a new flavor on them.  Oh yeah, Suzie, dad's golden love a bit fresher than you got last night!  Morning, sunshine!

Father gave some rather casual, satisfying licks to his daughter's pussy before rolling onto his back from her, breathing a bit and rising.

Everyone fully in the nude, of course, as had been the result last night.

"Well," the father said.  "It is a new day."  He laughed and shook his head.  "A new life ... oh man, I have never felt so alive, so vibrant, so free!"  He looked down at his daughter.  "God, Suzie, so much love I have ... I had it so pent up ... when it released, I thought I would die!  And you know what?  The only thing that would bother me about dying would be to not have another day making love with you!"

Suzie smiled as she yawned, spreading her bare arms out and standing.  Ohh, man.  I mean yeah, she was nude last night and all night, but ... I had left her with her dad, he undressed her so I didn't really get a full look, though I got quite a bit of one ... but there I was, knelt and spent before her brother, and ... there's just something about a nude pre-teen girl standing, glorious and free.

"Don't say dying, dad.  You have yet to plow your seed unto me.  I can't wait for Michael to grow, I need babies, from my own blood, and that's you, dad.  Mom won't have them from you anymore, so until Michael is ready to seed her, I must bear them, and start with you."

The father hung his head and sighed.  "That's true, honey, but ... when you are pregnant, it will change.  I mean, it will take awhile, but ... when your small belly starts to swell with my next kin ... it will infringe the freedom of our love.  I mean, don't get me wrong ... from here on, its free love for this family, and Michael can take my love eternally, but ... well ... your mother and I bore you, but we simply won't bare each other, and ... I'm going to need a female to love."

Oh man oh man, I'm a master having to plan!

I cocked my head as I thought I heard something.  A dog barking, somewhat nearby, and it took a moment to register a few facts together ... this was a wealthy family with a large, luxurious plot that was very securely fenced.

"You guys have a dog?" I asked.

"Yeah!" said the wife.  "A boy, handsome fellow, name's Rex.  AKC German Shepherd!"

I think you see where this is going.  Damn straight I'm into dogs as much as kids and other guys!  Sadly, there's a catch I had yet to discover ...

I asked, "How private is your yard from your neighbors?"

"Oh, we got this place in our old thinking, of course, neighbors completely shut out.  I know, I know, we should cut down all the fences and the hedges, share the love ar..."

Fuck.  They were seeing some things but not others.  "Ummm, well, that won't work.  You see, they don't have your freedom, and ... well ... not everyone is ready to have this freedom."

"Oh.  As you say, Master."

Hmmm, didn't realize I had manipulated so much submission to my will ... actually, that shouldn't be happening.  Odd.  Certainly not a problem, but ... just odd.  Not that my mind control I thought I knew within myself was working quite as I had planned anyway.

"Well anyway, was just asking to wonder if I had to put clothes on to go and bring him in.  He's a member of the family, after all," I smirked, nearly forgetting that -- not having known they had a dog -- I hadn't known to look for that particular inhibition.

"What do you me ..." the father began as I clumsily re-linked to the four of them and tore down that distinction between between "pet" and "family" (as I had, last night, torn down the distinction between love for blood relatives and love between lovers, as well as love for children and the nastiness of drinking piss, and ... well ... you get the idea).  Anyhoo, took several moments as I wasn't quite awake and focused, but done.

The father didn't finish his sentence.  He looked to the ground and covered his mouth.  "Oh my ... oh please god no ...!" he suddenly cried, falling to his knees.  The mother, too, did the same.

Huh?

The kids both sobbed.  Little Michael tried to be brave, going to his mother and french kissing her.  "Mom ... dad ... you guys ... you didn't know ... you didn't know ... its not your fault ... you didn't know ...!  You weren't freed then!"

What were they talk ... oh.  I began to suspect.  I went out and found the dog.  Shepherds being shepherds, he was distrustful.

Now I fucking love dogs, and Shepherds most of all, but that's mostly because they don't trust a stranger on sight, their love -- the emotional aspect of it -- must be earned.  I steadfastly refused to alter him at all.  The notion that had occured to me about the family's reaction to their freedom to consider Rex as a family member, deserving of the same full emotional and sexual attentions they were exploring with each other ... I of course had to earn Rex's trust before reaching to confirm, a process that took a few minutes.  Much faster, mind you, than most people -- but I didn't use alterations at all.

And yup, he was neutered.  Poor guy.  Which meant, to the family, since I had freed their minds to consider the "filthy animal" as not a "filthy animal" but fully and completely part of the family, as possessing a soul as their children and worthy of every right and dignity they do ... it had suddenly occured ot them they had castrated their own child, committed not just sexual negligence toward him as they has previously with their own children, but an actual assault.

Now remember I told you just about everything's natural in nature?  Castration isn't normally natural, and the castration done to dogs certainly is not!

I felt sorry for them -- gods, that lovely, sexy boy was right, they couldn't have known.  But then, they couldn't have known the father's preachings of homophobic virtues was wrong either, and it was hard to forgive that ... or had I now?

I released Rex from his chain and, though not fully certain about me just yet, he followed me back inside.  "Things will be better now boy, though I know you've been permanently harmed.  They will accept you now.  No more being locked in the backyard to be played with at their pleasure ... I know you won't believe me, and I won't force you to."

I knelt, still in the nude but -- as sexy as I found German Shepherds -- not immediately aroused.  Not because he wasn't a looker, mind you!  But fuck, there's something about dogs.  That boy took my love quickly twice already, and while Shepherds take love equally as strong from me, its only after the natural growth of mutual love which takes awhile.

Still, Rex did not mind at all, and every stroke I gave him on his fur and the scritches behind his ears at least assured him that I was okay and likable, if not actually worthy of his love just yet.

I gazed into his eyes as he allowed me to.  He kept his muzzle taut, unaffectionate toward me, but at least a warm curiousity.  I pondered a moment unleashing his own inhibitions chained on him by his humans ... being housebroken, fear of hurting them for roughhousing too much, or taking out what he felt on them, and giving him an understanding of the world and how, though he couldn't know, what was done to him was the choice of the father and mother.

For now, I did not.  The family should relax his inhibitions on their own.  It had been some time since I was with a German Shepherd, and the coarse double coat brought back some very pleasant, intense memories ... but this is not a prequel, dammit!

I opened the door back into the house, yet Rex hesitated.  He was not allowed.

I initiated a tap on him when I physically slapped myself.  NO WAY.

I did not make a specific address, merely called inside:  "Call him in.  You must let him know its okay."

"R ... Rex!" called Michael, again being the brave one.  God, boy.  You will fully be the man of the house ... well, aside from the great responsibilities I must take on ...

Rex did not hesitate a moment further at the call, leading me in.  I followed behind, watching and observing.

He was very skiddish, despite the call showing signs of not being certain he was allowed to be in.

It was just the boy who summoned the balls to call him in ... the parents, stricken with grief over the sudden realization of the wrongness of neutering Rex, were afraid to face him because of their guilt and shame.

For what little trust had built between Rex and myself, I nudged him with a verbal "Its okay, boy, they're waiting."

He started a bit, looking back at me, then risked steps into the family room.  He looked at the family, but quickly his nose grabbed his attention.  He fervently sniffed at the spot where the father's exploded piss and cum had soaked in from his near-instantaneous explosion when I had released him the day before from the dam of inhibitions for his very strong, pent-up fucking sexual love and lust for his daughter.  Rex sniffed at the scents here and there.

He tucked his tail under himself, looking at the father, uttering a soft whine and confused tilt of his head.

"Rex, I'm so sorry," the father cried.  "Please ... please ... I don't deserve my balls ... how could I do that to you!" he pleaded, falling onto all fours before Rex, his wife right beside him.

This was very different from the family Rex new, and he was scared.  He backed up, his tail curled even more tightly under himself.

He looked physically to be maybe 7 or 8, but that moment he began to resemble a puppy, suddenly finding himself nowhere he was familiar with.  He crouched tightly low and began a serious of whuffle-whimpers.

"We love you, Rex, please forgive us!" pleaded the wife.

Rex was really getting upset.  I was very torn between tapping him to relax him and letting this play out.  For some reason, I decided I'd done enough so far, and just kept a monitor.  I realized Rex as on the verge of a total breakdown and would soon ... ummm, yep.

He backed and quivered and beyond his own control, in an ultra-submissive, ultra-scared state, a stream of pee hit the carpet.

"Oh bless you Rex, bless you for joining in the bless of freedom!" cried the father, surging forward in his crawl toward Rex.

Rex freaked out and leapt backward, still pissing.

"No no Rex, its okay, you are very welcome, please forgive us!" cried the father, putting his face down in the initial spot where Rex had started to piss.  He licked the carpet there.  "Damn this carpet, I can't get your flavor!"

Rex did a double-take, and at least a small bit of his submissive terror ebbed.  He "awrroo?"ed curiously, no longer backing away as the father finished the distance.

"Oh God, Rex, what did I do to you?" he asked, reaching up and stroking his fur.  He rubbed himself all along the dark damp line in the carpet where Rex had pissed.  "Please, please ... you deserve the surrender of anything and everything of mine," the father said, delicately taking one of Rex's forepaws in his hand and licking it, as thoroughly as he had rimmed me the night before ... the sweaty, stingy webbing between the toes, the underside of the pads, every bit.

Rex was losing his fear but increasing a weird-creepy feeling, I could see even without a tap.  He tilted his head again at his own "master" now licking his paw so.  Rex did not withdraw his paw, but put his muzzle down to his "master"'s head to sniff it, as though just double-checking that it really was him, the same man.  Rex relaxed a couple licks of his tongue on the father's head.

"Oh thank you, Rex, please ... let me ... let me serve you ...!" he pleaded, stroking Rex's fur as he crawled father forward, under Rex's belly.  The father lifted his head while Rex, while looking a bit bewildered still, curiously watched and followed with turns of his head.  The father reached up and stroked Rex's undeveloped cock in his small sheath; the dog had been neutered as a pup.  The father licked what drips remained from Rex's tip, and suckled on the end of his sheath, probing his tongue within.  He persisted for several minutes, with the wife still sobbing with guilt and the chidren watching, upset, but with Michael at least bravely rooting on his father.

The father moved on, farther back, and at reaching the wrinkly skin void of the testicles the dog was born with and robbed of, could not choke back more tears.  The father licked it all quite thoroughly.

By this time, Rex as moving from curiosity to enjoyment.  His master was very much pleasing him at the moment, though that particular spot ...

The father moved on, farther back still, to the undertail region.  

Rex got a bit of a surprised look, but not an unpleasant one, as the father's tongue massaged the dog's anus.  "Mmm" he said.  "You shall eat before us, and we of your recycle," he murmured.  "From now on, always."  The surface thoroughly groomed by the father's tongue, he probed inward.  "Nnn ... no more cheap kibble ... or crappy cans ... you eat steak ... and we eat it secondhand after you ..."

Hells yes, buddy.

"Could you ... would you free him?  Of the mental chains we put on him all these years?" the wife asked.

Having finished the thoroughly-in rimjob, the husband fell onto his back beneath the dog, gazing up and reaching up to give what handjob he could to the underdeveloped dog.

"Yes ... free his inhibitions ... free him like you did us.  Let him know he can do what he wants ... no, I want him to take this love equipment of mine into his jaws and bite it off, eat it, fresh meat for him since I took his and threw it away like nothing!" he cried.

"Dad ... dad, no ...!" cried Suzie.  "You promised me I could have your babies!" she cried.

"What ... what do we do?  The family we sliced, the daughter we promised?" asked the wife.

"Maybe ..." Michael said.  "Maybe he could do it, after dad gives my sister a baby."

"Yes!" agreed the father, beneath Rex.

"Yeah ... I guess that works," the mom said.

"No ... I wanted more than one," Suzie cries.  "... but ... but ... I guess you're right.  Daddy took Rex's balls, he doesn't deserve to enjoy his own.  I just ... just wish it didn't mean I couldn't enjoy them more ..."

Fuck, what did they need me to plan perversions for?  I really didn't want to alter Rex at all, but ... my hatred of neutering and wishing to see someone responsible have it done to them by none other than a dog overrode that distaste.  Still, I would minimize -- minimize altering Rex more than he already physically had.

And so I reached into the dog's mind.  I didn't just coldly pull the strings, as it were, I reached in.  I let him touch mine.  I felt around his inhibitions trained in and sensed his desires.  Every inhibition I could sense, I did away with.  He realized it was the father who had him neutered, but he had no desire for revenge on his own.  I hated it, but that meant I really had to plant it, so I did.

"Okay," I said.  "Hurry, go love your daughter, I can't really hold it much longer," I said.

The father rolled away as Rex followed him with his eyes and ears, already growling with the unfinished thought of revenge planted but not yet allowed its full bloom.  "Easy Rex, in a moment," I said.

He quickly went to his daughter and picked her young form up, holding her close.  "Have my baby, baby ... this one's gotta count ..." he said, carrying her to the counter.  He had trouble holding back -- hell, he nearly killed himself the day before -- but he did his best, trying to imagine instead of the daughter he truly loved, the wife he only partially did.  He had no need to prepare himself, of course -- he still had his morning wood.  Slow and easy, and were it not for her obvious age and knowing that not only was she young, but his daughter -- one might think it was just a man making slow love to his wife to have a child they planned on.  No furious pounding, but every stroke in was professional.  I didn't need to sense from their minds to know it was tight ... she'd had my cock in her, but it was mostly flaccid and I wasn't trying to get her pregnant.

"I love you honey, more than anything, and ... I must surrender what I stole ... but you should know that means this is just as special as my very first time with your mommy, for it is the very last time for me ..."

"Daddy," Suzie teared.  "That means a lot ... ohhh Daddy, I can feel it .... its touching my inside ... that spot ... and that spot ... I didn't know it was like this ...!"  She cried from the joy, she cried from knowing it would only be the one time with her father.

A few moments more, and it was over.  Suzie gasped as she grasped tightly around her father, feeling the very hot spurts of his seed into herself.  "PLease, God above, please ... let me be fertile for my father's last child!" she cried, gasping.  She hadn't expected it to be so potently warm ... her father wasn't hugely hunt either, and he had spent every last sperm the night before in that explosion, so he had only a little recovered from them ... it was not volumous by any special means, but it was so hot, hot small gobs inside her, and she was free now from the ignorance children are forced to have about sex to know and understand that those were her father's life makers, his love for her.

The father lingered, knowing amends must now be made, but finding it difficult to lose the moment with his daughter.  Still, it was done.  He withdrew slowly, his flacciding cock coated with his own slime, leaving a string to his daughter that lasted several inches after the withdraw.  "I pray the Lord bears fruit of our union," he said, turning to face his victim.  "And now ... please, Master ... please, Rex deserves justice ..."

Final push.

Rex surged forward, growling, going straight for the gold ... but it was not a quick, down-as-fast-as-he-could bite and swallo ... no, it was intentionally slow -- Rex's intentions, after the vengeance alteration.  The father fell but refused to resist as Rex clenched a testicle tightly, piercing it with his teeth and clamping it tightly for several minutes.  No alteration I made reduced the pain, and however strongly he knew he deserved it, the excruciating pinch caused the father to cry out in pain.

"Yes, Rex, justice!" smiled the wife.  "I ... I guess you might need some from me as well," she said.

For now, it was the husband.  WIth the sack pierced by teeth and bleeding, and the testicle within tortured with an excruciating male pinch, Rex tore his teeth back a bit, tearing making the tooth-holes into slits whilst giving a painful tug within.  He took a moment to rub his nuzzle along the slashes, growling all the while, letting the blood soak into his muzzle.

The father cried and whimpered and, beyond his control, he began to piss there on the carpet.

Almost as though it gave him an idea, Rex re-positioned himself so he was in a sort of side-by-side 69 with the father, lifting a hindleg and hooking it over his head, giving his sheath a good angle and ... yeah, marking his new property.

The father gave no objection, no resistance -- not that he considered piss unpleasant anyway, but he knew the special meaning in the fashion Rex was delivering was that of marking property.  "Yes," he gurgled as it splashed through his mouth, and he avoided closing his mouth.  "Master Rex ..." the father breathed, extending his tongue out to catch more of the dog's commandments.

Rex, meanwhile, moved onto the next stage with the tattered nutsack, reaching in precisely with his canines through the slits to behind the testicle.  He pulled it fully out of the sac, dangling loose from its cord, as even the renowned canine bladder reached its limit.

The father cried out again in pain, as the doomed nut that had sired his children he now loved themselves sexually it was still attached by nerves when Rex began a very painfully slow gnaw on it.  The father's bladder relieved itself pathetically again, and while his bladder itself was drained, Rex decided to now take further control of his one-time tormentor, using that lifted leg to nudge the knelt-over father onto his back.

The father complied readily, despite his cries of pain.

His children and mother, aware of his serious crime and the necessity of this punishment, augmented it with words only humans could use.

"Daddy, you are no longer going to be a daddy!" said Michael.  "You will no longer be a man!"

"You've fucked your last fuck with me, Dad," chided Suzie.

"No more orgasms.  You stole the balls of the best stud of the family, before he had a chance to use them.  You fucking bastard ... but then, me too ..." called the wife.

The father cried, even as he knew he could not resist.

Without the mercy of biting the cord off first, Rex devoured bit by bit of the testicle, biting and tearing chunks off -- and he still had the other one as yet untouched.

"There goes all your manhood, dad," Michael said.  "You are not a man, you are a pet.  Rex is not a pet, Rex is a man you injured, you are now the pet!"

"Yes!  Dad, you will now sleep outside on the chain.  Rex will feed you from his ass and water you from his bladder!" Suzie declared.

And the father cried further, allowing the emotional torments to seep in, re-experiencing his young days as an ignorant macho stud.

Finally, the last little bit of meat from the testicle was chewed off, and the remnant cords curled up.  Onto the other testicle ...

"Rex has nothing in his teeth but meat!  Worthless meat from a pet!" Michael added.

Okay, I gotta admit, these lines were really getting lame -- but really, they were kids, and yeah the wife was not helping either, but ... please, for my sake, forgive them.  I mean, if your husband of a decade or so suddenly saw the light of what he'd done to the dog -- that what everyone does to dogs -- is wrong, and surrendered his balls to the dog, and you were there and knew you needed to give a human aid to the dog to torment the guy, really what would you say?  Give the family a break, for chrissake!

Rex tired of his effort with the first, or maybe he just realized even this humiliating excruciating pain would lose its effect after awhile, so he just did a bit-and-tug-hard-rip-off tack with the second sac.  Neutered young or not, a German Shepherd still has a mighty strong bite and good muscle, and with a paw strategically placed on the father's belly for leverage, it didn't take all that long for the sac with Rex's tooth hooked behind the testicle within to rip off completely.  Rex had to pull a bit harder and farther, though, to finally get the tube to snap, but ... there it was, bloody and pathetic and shrivelled and, more or less, intact in his muzzle.  Rex decided to trophy this one a bit as the father agonized, the bloodloss getting significant at this point.  Rex went first to Michael to show the ball he had just fetched.

"Good boy ... good boy, Rex," Michael smiled, kissing the dog's blood-soaked muzzle.  "Gods ... I am so sorry my dad took yours ... I would so love to taste your love," he said softly.  "I hope you accept me with your marks, and mark my bed as yours too ... and let me taste your mark in whatever I eat from now on ..." he said, licking his father's severed testicle in Rex's muzzle.  Rex panted whilst holding it firm, wagging his tail.

He then trudged over to Suzie who was equally happy.  "You've got manhood now, Rex," she laughed.  "You were soo awesome and a much better man than dad for letting dad love me one last time!" she squealed.  "I hope you enjoy dad's balls as strongly as I did.  I'm ... sorry I won't get to enjoy them again ... but you deserve them after what he did.  Good boy, Rex ... I really wish you could be my husband, you could stud me over and over and I wouldn't have to get encumbered for nine months ... but at the same time ... I wish I could have your puppies!"  She, too, got pants and wags from Rex, a kiss on his bloody muzzle and a curious squishing between her fingers of a dangling part of her daddy's balls.  She could not help but well a tear.

Onto the wife.  "Well," she said.  "Rex, I too am at your mercy.  I mean, that's up to you.  There's no getting around it, we wronged you ... and worse ourselves.  All of this time, we could have enjoyed the love of a true stud, instead we just had my husband who did such a thing to you.  All of me is yours to do with at your mercy or pleasure," she vowed.  "And I hope you find more enjoyment for these than I did," she smiled, pecking at the severed testicle.

Finally, raising his tail dominantly, Rex returned to the father, putting his muzzle to the father's mouth.  He relaxed his grip on the severed testicle lightly, growled and nibbled a bit on it.

"Dad ... dad ... he wants to share it with you," Michael reasoned out.

I looked at the boy ... fuck ... fuck, it occured to me ... could the boy have the makings of what I learned?  I, too, started with understanding ... shit.  I suddenly had a lot more going through my mind.  Here I was with this impossibly fantastic scene before me, and suddenly my mind wasn't on enjoying it, instead again on the boy ...

"I ... eat myself with you ... Rex ..." the father sobbed above the physical pain, emotional pain and the shame of his guilt.  "I eat this meat that belongs to you, with you," he said, taking a bite of his own raw, severed testicle.  And together they downed it ... but even then, Rex was not done.  He went back to the father's crotch, who did not resist as Rex began a nearly surgile nibble around the base of the father's penis.

"Yes, Dad, he deserves it all.  He still has his own, but you deserve none because you did not have his permission to take what you did of his!" Michael yelled.

"Oh, Rex," Suzie pleaded.  "Please ... let me keep that, please ...!" she cried.

As much as the father forced himself to maximize the torture, some part of him did find pleasure as the last of his manhood was taken by a dog ... and his doomed prick stood at attention, saluting its new owner.

Rex worked, keeping most of the cock intact as he finally severed the last bit, ripping the remaining skin holding it on as he grabbed it in his muzzle and ran over to Suzie, dropping her father's severed penis at her feet, stepping backward, panting excitedly, licking the blood from his chops, sitting and wagging simultanoeulsy.  He made a tossing motion with his muzzle toward her.

"I think he wants to play fetch, Suzie," her mother smiled.

"Oh ... really?  Rex ... that's a great idea!" Suzie screeched.  "Only ... I hope it lasts, I mean ... won't it rot like all meat does?"

"I think, if Rex chooses, we can find a way to preserve it," the father cried.  "Its his choice, its his meat that belongs to him.

Suzie tossed the severed cock toward the living room, and Rex dove after it, tail wagging.  He took it straight back to her, but then took toward the father.

I watched, curious ... was the vengeance I created in Rex still not sated?  Would he take something else?  I finally snapped out of my ponderances of Michael.

But instead of biting off an arm or going for a jugular bite, Rex went back to the father's crotch.  He continued laying there, quite a pool of blood soaking into the carpet beneath him, mixing in his submissive piss he'd made while Rex as claiming his nuts.  Rex began licking at the father's wounds, cleansing them.  Unbeknownst to many, a dog's mouth is not full of germs -- in fact, dog slobber is full of antibiotics as well as substances that reduce bleeding.  Finally taking mercy on the real rapist of the house, Rex cleaned and soothed the wounds.  Though there were no testicles left to feel pain, the father would feel phantom testicle pain for awhile -- and of course the surrounding area to the unanaesthetized 'surgery.'

Rex finished up as Suzie picked up and played with her father's severed prick alone for a bit, looking over at Rex and wondering if that was the only fetch he'd do with his treat.

I noticed her look and smiled at her.  "HOn, I think he's getting near to recycling the balls and giving them back to your dad," I explained.

"Oh!" Suzie cried.

"Really?" the father said.  "He'd ... he'd let me have them back ...?"

"Dad," Michael declared, "Rex is a very good master to you as a pet."

"Yes!" the wife agreed.  "Make sure you thank him dearly!  I know I will for whatever mercy he shows me ..."

Sure enough, Rex straddled the father and began angulating his hindlegs, strategically positioned.

"Enjoy your recycled testicles, dad," Suzie declared, flipping and catching the penis in her hand.  "I can't believe how kind and gracious Rex is to you for what you did to him!"

One long brown extrusion erupted from the dog's tailhole, sliding perfectly into the father's waiting, open hole.  He chewed slowly, closed his eyes to focus on the flavor of the warm, brown fresh-baked softness and relish in the grace that his testicles were returned to him, though he certainly did not deserve to have them back in any form.  The dog remained where he was long after, allowing the father the time to enjoy the kind gift before showing his appreciation with another thorough cleanup, stroking the dog's rectum thoroughly with his tongue and then proceeding with an oral cleansing of Rex's outer colon.

"Rex ... Rex ... if I weren't a cohort, I'd beg your hand in marriage," the mother cried.  "... well, that, and really ... Michael ... I'd like you to be my husban now.  I mean ... not that monogamy and marriage is sensible at all."

Michael smiled, his nude form just aglow.  "I love you very dearly, mom, but ... as much as I love you, and I really do, and I will sire your children someday ... really, my heart belongs to Master first.  This man loves me as no one else can, not even you or Suzie."

God ... oh god.

Fuck, I told you, this kid throws a wrench into everything.  I mean come on, there are a lot of little boys.  I want to fuck them all!  But now ... this one was becoming special to me.  Too special to me.

I couldn't help it, I started to cry.

"Michael," I said.  "I hope you stud me as you do your mother and your sister.  I ... did a little ... to help you be free, but ... you've touched me so specially, on a lot more than a sexual level -- but damn if you don't master my sex -- I ... I would love to consider you my husband as well!"

Rex, finished with his deposit and gratitude-cleaning from the father, made his way back over to Suzie.

Suzie smiled and made ready to toss her father's tool again, but Rex sat and -- I swear -- actually shook his head in a 'no' fashion.

Suzie -- and hell, me too -- looked rather shocked.

Rex pushed the penis in her hand, nudging it seemingly toward Suzie's neck.

Suzie looked at me, I at her, all us humans at each other.

Rex barked to get our attention, sat and made a tug at his collar, then nudged the cock back toward Suzie's neck.

"I think ..." Michael started.  "I think he wants you to wear it, on a necklace, as a gift," he said, a bit surprised.  "Wow ... I mean, that meat completely belongs to him ... but he knows you want it, Suzie, and wants you to keep it!"

Suzie cried, dropping it on the floor.  "Fuck, Rex ... god ...."  She laid backwards before him, looking desperately back at him.  "Rex, please ... please fuck me ... I don't know if you understand me ... I love you, Rex, you give me more than I deserve, too!  And I know you can't lay seed, but ... I want you in me all the same!"

Rex obliged, and the mother cheered with a clap.

Whoah ... just whoah.  I wish I had some sort of ability to undo the physical damage done to Rex, but my tricks and control can only affect thought, feeling, consciousness -- things in the mind.

"Well," I said.  "I wish I could repair the damage ... but ... if its okay with Rex ... maybe we could do a second try.  A stud dog!"

Michael stood and did a jumping cheer.  "Yeah!  I want to try more love!  A dog!  No ... wait ... two dogs ... a boy and girl!  I want to love a girl dog, too!"

The husband rolled over, his face dripping from the dog's piss.  "And horses?  And ... shit, we might as well make a Noah's ark, two of every animal!" he laughs.

I put my hand to my forehead.  "You still don't get it about that shit, do you?" I yelled.  Aside from Rex and Suzie, who did not allow themselves to be distracted -- I guessed they were in that magic zone, it was kinda different to voyeur that -- the rest of the family shut up and looked at me.

"Look, its all a fable.  Genesis, Adam, Even, the whole fricking thing!  I mean, I'll try to respect your beliefs to a point ... but really, Noah?  The great flood?  Fuck, that was supposedy what, around 4000 BC?  If a flood covered the whole earth, where did the water go?  How did the people in Africa, the Far East or the Americas ... and most of all, how did the animals eat?  I mean, the lions would eat the sheep. That just really wouldn't work!"

They had spent their whole lives as Christian devouts ... and yet they did not question my smacking it all down.

"Aww, man," Michael said.  "I ... I really wanted to explore all that love ..."

I smiled.  "There might be other ways.  I think you can help me."

Michael looked at me, running up to me.  "Really?!" he asked, gleaming, looking into my eyes ... and damn if he wasn't showing another spring to attention as well.  Just as natural as could be, he jumped up into my arms and I held him close, practically impaling his sexy tiny ass as I did so.

"Yeah.  I think so.  I think you can learn to do what I do ... and help me disarm the staff at a zoo.  Just make them realize that the love we wish to share with their slaves is okay!"

Michael hugged me tight, craning his head up to french-kiss me.

"Oh, what an idea!" the wife declared.  "Man ... the thought of having some fun, seeing what can be done with an elephant ..."

"Uhh, well, it will take some time," I said.  "Its actually hard and takes awhile to learn to free love and minds.  And, like I said, I think Michael can help, but I'll need to work with him, I don't know how long it might take to teach him."

She paced a bit impatiently.

"I don't feel a need to rush anymore.  I look forward to the family getting to see what real fathers are like," the former man of a father said, still knelt on the floor.  All of God's creatures, so divine ... how could I have robbed Rex so?"

Rex 'finished' ... well, as much as a neutered male can finish, an underdeveloped knot, dry gasm.

"Mmm," Suzie chimed.

It was only then that I realized that it was already getting toward evening for the day.

"Shit, I guess you better fix Rex and I some supper," I mentioned to the wife.  "Suzie, take that silly collar off your husband, put it on the pet where it belongs, and ... fuck, he's filthy, take him outside, put him on his chain for awhile.

"Okay," Suzie said, picking up Rex's meat and putting it on the counter.

"See about preserving that for her so she can wear it on a necklace," I reminded the wife.

Suzie did as she was told, taking off Rex's collar, freeing him from his last bondage.  She put his collar on her father, still on all fours on the floor, and dragged him outside.

"Don't worry, Dad, Rex will feed you soon ... we'll show him to squat in your dog bowl and aim for your water bowl so you can eat when you need to," Michael remarked.  "And if its okay with Rex, I'll try to slip you some of mine too."

"We all will," Suzie said as she opened the door to take the pet outside.  True to her word, even as it started to rain, her neutered nude father was chained, and behaved by not trying to break free.  She ran back inside.  "Ooh, getting cold and wet out there," she said.

"Well ... we should probably get cleaned up in the hot tub," the mother declared.

Rex, in the meanwhile, had taken -- with his inhibitions removed -- to another bladder release, this one on the couch

"Oh, thank you, Rex!" the mother declared.  "I wish you'd saved that so we could enjoy it fresh, but ... I know you have a lot of work, you've got to imbue your mark everywhere.  I hope you get our beds done by tonight, well at least mine ... we don't really have a need for more than one bed now."