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Break. Beg. Bark. Bend.

I recently started this blog, and believe it’s content would satisfy you as well as your followers. Below is an unpublished story I chose to submit to you based on your personal history. Enjoy!

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He once considered himself straight. Everyday Ethan followed the same routine. Wake up, fuck, eat, work out, eat, go to class, eat, practice, eat, party, fuck - repeat.

He was a college wrestler that enjoyed making women submit to him as much as he enjoyed them making him do the same. He was self-admittedly kinky, confident and incredibly open-minded. It was why Jenny had liked him so much, and the reason he wound up in this new position.

Four weeks ago Jenny had texted Ethan, “You’re in for a surprise tonight babe. You’re gonna wish you didn’t lose our bet.”

Ethan smiled to himself as he replied, “You’re cute when you try to act tough. You know I’m always game mistress. (;.”

He pulled in the driveway while his cock hardened as he walked to the front door and entered.

Jenny stood alongside Paulie. Paulie was a good friend that used to wrestle with him, but had decided to quit to focus on bodybuilding. Ethan excitedly walked towards him ‘What up, Paulie?!“

“Shut up and get undressed.” Paulie said in return.

Ethan smirked at Paulie, and glanced over at Jenny. “Funny guys, let’s go grab something to drink.”

“Last time I tell you. Get undressed.” Paulie said stoically.

Jenny added “I told him all about the way you enjoy making people submit, and feeling like a little bitch yourself. He was happy to help. Listen to him or we’re never going to play again.”

Ethan’s heart started to race. He had never considered anything with another guy. It was true he liked making them submit, but never did he imagine himself doing the submitting in a sexual situation. He contemplated the idea and decided to slowly undress as his girl watched with her tight black dress highlighting her curves.

“Hands behind your back, boy. Jenny tie him tight.” Paulie orders as Jenny went behind the now naked Ethan, and tightly tied his hands together.

“Bend over bitch. Time for inspection.” Paulie said as he slapped Ethan’s ass.

Ethan did as he was told. His face and ass glowing with embarrassment as Jenny laughed aloud.

Paulie began to pry open his ass cheeks.

“Fuck yeah boy, you’ve got one sexy hole. I bet you want me to fuck it, huh?”

Ethan went to stand in protest and felt Paulie force him bend back over. Paulie laughed, “no need to move. Your cock is harder than a rock boy. You won’t be getting fucked unless you ask for it.”

Paulie patted Ethan’s ass cheeks assuringly, and bent down to spit into Ethan’s asshole. “Fuck yeah, dude. That pussy looks tight.” He said to the humiliated Ethan as he began to massage the spit into Ethan’s hole sending shivers of pleasure throughout his body.

“I’m going to start finger fucking you, and every time I thrust into you, I want to hear you bark like a bitch in heat.”

Ethan stared at Jenny as she looked at him with an evil smirk on his face. He moaned as Paulie continued massaging and prodding his hole.

Paulie spanked Ethan’s ass. “Understand your directions, bitch?”

Ethan couldn’t believe his old friend was doing this to him, but ultimately submitted after considering letting Jenny down. He knew this would only go as far as their hard limits.

“Yes. I understand.” Ethan said as he bent over for the man behind him.

Paulie jammed his index finger into Ethan’s asshole as he let out a yelp. Paulie slapped his ass and slowly slid his finger back.

“Hahahaha, good boy. I want it more guttural next time. Remember you’re a bitch in heat.” Paulie said as the smirk that had been on Ethan’s face had faded.

Ethan was humiliated. Paulie jammed his finger back into his hole. Ethan barked.

“Good boy!” Paulie rubbed Ethan’s hair, and began massaging Ethan’s prostate.

Ethan whimpered, and struggled to stay upright. Paulie began slowly finger fucking Ethan as he barked liked a bitch in heat.

“Why don’t we take you out of these cuffs.” Jenny walked over to Ethan and took them off. Ethan was overcome with pleasure from Paulie’s prostate massage.

“Fuck dude.” Ethan said as Paulie pulled out his finger and Jenny took off the handcuffs. Precum leaked from his cock as he stared at Jenny’s tight ass saying “I’m ready for that pussy, babe.”

Paulie immediately threw him down on the ground. Ethan was stunned and barely had caught his fall as Paulie ordered him on all fours with his ass in the air.

“Shake your ass, bitch.” Ethan’s heart raced as he submitted to the stud, and did as commanded. His cock strained against the air as Paulie looked down at him.

“Bark!” Ethan barked as he shook his ass for Paulie.

“Beg me to fuck you.” Paulie ordered as Ethan shook his ass begging for it. Ethan gulped as he bowed his head and whimpered ‘Please fuck me!“

Paulie began finger fucking Ethan more as he rubbed the tip of his finger against the pup’s prostate. Ethan began leaking cum onto the ground as he moaned in pleasure.

“Yeah, you like that don’t you faggot? Such a little bitch. Start riding my finger while you make yourself cum.”

Ethan pushed against Paulie’s finger and moved his ass up and down as he began to breath heavily.

“Bark, bitch”

Ethan barked. He felt an intense sensation as his cock began to spew cum all over the ground below him. Paulie pulled his dick out and lined it with Ethan’s hole.

“Same rule as last time. Every time it goes into you, you bark like a bitch in heat.” Ethan shook his head.

Paulie repositioned Ethan so his face was right above his puddle of cum. “Start licking faggot.” Ethan burned with humiliation as he licked up his cum and felt Paulie’s dick press against his hole.

“Here it comes Fido. The beginning of your training.” Paulie slid his dick into Ethan as the boy’s bark transformed into a whimper with his once straight face now covered in his own cum.

“Let me hear you beg for my cum, bitch.” Paulie said as he fucked the barking bitch in heat.

“Fuck dude! Woof! Please cum in me. Woof! Woof! Please!” Ethan screamed.

“Whose a little faggot?!”

“I am! Woof! Fuck dude please just cum in me.” A defeated Ethan moaned and barked as the man broke him. He didn’t understand why Jenny hadn’t intervened. He thought it must be because he was clearly loving it.

“You better start barking boy!” Paulie ordered as he picked up his pace.

Paulie began to shoot streams of jizz into Ethan’s gut as he listened to him whimpered barks. Ethan’s asshole twitched as the pulsating dick filled him with cum. “Fuck yeah, bitch. I always knew you were a faggot.” Paulie sneered as Ethan laid below him.

Paulie left his dick in Ethan’s stretched out hole as he looked down at his newly conquered bitch panting heavily in submission.

“Such a good boy. I’m gonna have a good time training you Fido. You won’t be able to fuck anything ever again without thinking of this experience.”

Paulie pulled out his dick and slapped Ethan’s ass as the boy remained on all fours.

Ethan looked around the room, and realized Jenny was gone as cum began to trickle from his beaten hole.

As he considered his next move, Ethan felt a hand wrap around his balls and begin to pull.

“Come on Fido. I have your training cage all set up in here.”

The broken Ethan barked as he was led to his new room.

* Well this was an enjoyable read. I’m a big fan of introducing straight (“straight”?) guys to submission, but unfortunately most of them get frightened and run off, since submissive urges terrify them and lead them to question their own masculinity. Still, a hot fantasy from @breakbegbarkbend ;-)

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Good puppy. 🐾

That a boy. A proud dog. 🐶🐾 Woof!

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Who’s a Good Boy?

Danny confidently strode down the sidewalk, his ginger dog pulling him along. The confident gym buff was lost in thought, planning out his day and how he was going to meet his buds that evening. He didn’t even notice the hulking man stomping behind him. Danny bent down and rubbed his dog’s slender face. The large man approaches Danny and his dog, his shadow enveloping the pair.

“Such a pretty little dog, aren’t you?” the older man cooed. His large hairy muscles pressing firmly against his dress shirt. Tufts of thick hair covered the man’s meaty forearms and chest. Danny looked up at the 40 something year old man. The man stared right back at him.

Danny stood back up, his eyes now fixated on the stranger. Even standing straight, Danny only reached the man’s collar bones. The man must have been at least 6’3. His broad shoulders and muscles were layered with a thick fatness. This only further intimidated the young 24-year-old.

“You can pet him if you want?” Danny shrugged. “He’s a young one. Loves attention. Especially behind his ear.”

“Mind if I-” The silver fox asked as he leaned in.

“Sure.” Danny agreed, his eyes travelled towards his dog, waiting for the man to bend down. But the man didn’t…

Danny felt an odd sensation emit from his head. He furrowed his brow as he realised what was happening. Still staring at the dog, Danny felt the old man’s hand run through his own hair in a soft repetitive motion. Danny looked at the man in confusion as the man continued to pet Danny’s head.

Danny, still taken aback by the whole situation, sighed in disgust. “What the hell are you doing? I meant the dog. Obviously, not me. The dog.”

“I am petting the dog, boy.” The man smiles softly, still rubbing Danny’s thick luscious hair. “And what a good boy he is…”

“Get off me-” Danny grabbed the man’s arm before the man’s hand slipped down behind his ear. He began scratching intensely. The scratching caught Danny by surprise. Danny’s entire train of thought was destroyed by the man’s fingers running behind his ear. His eyes rolling into the back of his head. Pleasure shot throughout his body, all emanating from the man’s thick fat finger scratches.

“That’s a good boy.” The bald man grinned deviously through his thick beard.

GOOD. BOY. The words repeated softly in Danny’s head, disrupting every part of his mind, not allowing him to form a single original thought. His mind completely focused on the head scratching and the older man’s captivating praise. ‘Good boy…’

“Ohhhhh fuckkkkkkkk” Danny moaned leaning into the man’s head scratching.

“You’re such a good boy for your owner, aren’t you? Such a good boy.”

GOOD. BOY. OWNER. The words rang more intensely in Danny’s pleasure filled head. He felt his knees begin to buckle as pleasure shot through his groin, causing his cock to stand at full attention. Danny felt at peace as his owner continued scratching behind his ear, just like Danny always liked it.

Danny jumped backwards with a sudden jolt of energy. His rational brain kicking back into action. Why did he say owner? This man… this man wasn’t his owner. No one owned Danny… or at least he thought. But he was beginning to question whether that was true. What was the man doing to his brain? Danny still felt the remnants of hot warm pleasure flowing through his body.

As Danny spiralled into confusion, he felt a cold thick fabric make contact with his neck. The fabric wrapped around his entire neck and was solidified with a loud CLICK. Danny looked down to see a collar on his neck. A thick leather collar with a round metal plate hanging off the front. The plate read “REX”, followed by the contact information of a phone number that Danny had never seen before. Even more shocking, while Danny was looking at his new label, he realised he was completely naked. Butt naked. On complete display for the man to ogle at and sexualise.

“C’mere boy.” The fat muscle man motioned Danny over before noticing the 24-year-old gym buff was gaining too much self-awareness. He could see Danny looked panicked.

“Who’s a good boy?” The man condescendingly cooed at Danny. “You are. You’re a good boy!”

Another wave of pleasure washed over Danny, his eyes rolling back into his head. The hot sensation flooded his body, leaving him a sweaty moaning mess. His mind refused to think. Completely blank with the pleasure of his master’s words. He felt so relaxed. So at peace. So at home hearing his master’s affirmations.

Noticing that his magic words were succeeding in mindfucking his subject, the man continued to tease the boy.

“You’re such a fucking good boy. The best boy. I wanna breed your fuckable bouncy ass when we get home. Put a litter of pups in you!” The man enthusiastically laughed.

His owner’s affirmation shot the most intense pleasure through Danny. More intense than any orgasm. Than any drug. It was so addicting. So orgasmic. Danny wanted more. He wanted his owner to compliment him, flirt with him, fuck him… The heat shot through his legs, causing them to buckle even more intensely this time. Danny fell onto all fours, his tongue flopping out of his mouth. The good boy panted as drool dripped off his tongue, his eyes still in the back of his head. His cock grew harder and harder, gathering all his smarts and his sophistication in his balls, ready to be shot out onto the sidewalk. He began absentmindedly swaying his hips side-to-side, completely mindfucked.

“That’s right.” Danny’s owner hunkered down on this thighs and whispered. “Such a good dog.”

Danny, still drooling his brains out, felt a sensation building in his throat… a sound. A sound that was trying to escape his throat and expose his new self to the world. The sound built in his throat more and more. Another one shot up his throat, causing his cheeks to puff up.

“That’s it boy. Let it happen. Let it out. It’s natural. You’re just a dumb dog. Let the world know.” The man whispered sensually, causing Danny’s erect dick to pulse, ready to shoot out his brains onto the ground. Danny found his ass begin to shake violently, side-to-side, wagging his non-existent tail. Fur sprouted on Danny’s hairless chest and face. He moaned more and more intensely for everyone on the street to see. A complete spectacle for passerbys to witness.

He resisted. He couldn’t. Another sound shot up his throat and died in his puffed cheeks.

“C’mon Rex. Be a good dog, let it out!” Danny’s master demanded. He harshly slapped the boy’s fat ass, forcing out the humiliating sounds…

BARKKKK BARKKK BARKKKK

The feeling of letting out his true nature, his canine nature, sent Danny over the edge. With one forceful hump, Danny shot out all his human abilities and smarts onto the ground. His humanity and dignity was now just a puddle of cum on the tarmac. Cum that would be left behind and disintegrated by the sun and washed up by the rain, never to be seen again.

Danny was now “Rex”. The dumb obedient dog, that is ever so eager to please his master. Whether it be getting his ass fucked all day, waiting around in his cage for Master to come home or eating dog food from his dog bowel, Rex does it all. He does it for him… the person he loves the most. The only person that exists in Rex’s world… his owner.

Rex’s owner smiled. “C’mon boy. It’s time to go home…”

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The ABCs of Being a Faggot

A good faggot is the product of good education and training. And the foundation of everyone’s education, of course, is the ABCs. Here’s a new alphabet that every faggot should learn:

A is for Ass. A faggot must always be prepared to sniff, eat and lick a Man’s ass — whether it’s clean or dirty, smooth or hairy, dry or sweaty. As a faggot, it’s your duty to be a human asswipe wherever and whenever your services are needed.

B is for Balls. A faggot never neglects a Man’s balls. Fresh from a shower or ripe and sweaty after days without a shower, His sack is your snack.

C is for Cum. Cum is the staple of the faggot diet. Your primary source for sustenance, therefore, should always be seed. It is your lifeblood. Down your throat or in your ass, you need a constant supply of cock snot and must be willing to do whatever it takes to get fed.

D is for Dick. A faggot exists to service and worship dick. Never forget it. His dick is your deity.

E is for Enema. Unless otherwise instructed by his Master, a faggot always must keep his hole in pristine condition: clean, shaved and ready to be used at a moment’s notice.

F is for Feet. Figuratively and literally, faggots live at the feet of real Men. At your Master’s feet, therefore, is where you belong. Furthermore, it’s your duty as a faggot to worship Men’s feet. Stinky, sweaty, dirty, bare, socked — it doesn’t matter. When you’re so commanded, you are to lick, sniff and suck your Master’s feet.

G is for Gangbang. Faggots are ideal for sharing. Even if you belong to just one Master, therefore, you must be mentally and physically prepared to be passed around among Men, who will bond over the experience of sharing your holes.

H is for Hole. Every faggot has two holes, both of which were designed to be used and abused by Men. It is not up to the faggot which hole is used; a Man may choose to occupy — and, if He so desires, ruin — whatever hole He pleases.

I is for Inspection. Faggots are subject to frequent and thorough inspections by Men, who have the right to ensure their faggot meets their standards both physically and mentally. You must be prepared to have every inch of your body examined and prodded during an inspection, and — at the discretion of the Man who is inspecting you — to either thank Him if you receive a passing grade, or to commit yourself to making whatever improvements He deems necessary if you receive a failing grade.

J is for Jerking Off. When they are being used, faggots are not permitted to pleasure themselves, unless given permission to do so by the Man they’re servicing. This includes jerking their fag-dick and cumming; a faggot is not allowed to do either without prior permission.

K is for Kneeling. A faggot’s default position is on his knees. Unless ordered otherwise, a faggot should never stand or sit in the presence of a Man; he should always kneel.

L is for Licking. A faggot must get used to licking, because he will do a lot of it. He will lick his Master’s cock and balls, for instance. He will lick his Master’s ripe shit hole. He will lick his Master’s feet. He will lick up spilled spit, piss and cum from the floor. He may even be required to lick the shit and piss stains from toilets.

M is for Masochism. Faggots are masochistic by nature. They enjoy being used, degraded and abused. It is their place in life. If you’re going to be a practicing faggot, you must get used to the idea that you are less than a Man — perhaps even less than human — and will be treated as such.

N is for Nipples. A faggot must recognize that His Master’s nipples are centers of pleasure, and deserve to be licked and sucked for his Master’s enjoyment. Likewise, he must recognize that his own nipples are centers of pain, and will be used for training or during punishment if so desired by his Master.

O is for Obedience. As a faggot, it’s your duty to obey Men. When they tell you to do something — no matter how humiliating, scary, gross, etc. — you do it. End of story. In the event that you do not obey, you should be ready and willing to receive appropriate punishment for your disobedience, which might range from spanking to solitary confinement to chastity, or anything in between.

P is for Poppers. Many Men love using poppered-up pigs. If your Master is one of them, you must open your nose and inhale from his little brown bottle whenever he presents it. It is your duty to please him, so if he tells you to sniff, you had better sniff long, hard and deep.

Q is for Quiet. A good faggot expresses appreciation to the Men he services with verbal thanks and moans of pleasure. However, there comes a time when every Man demands that a faggot simply shut up and take it. During these times, it’s your duty as a faggot to remain quiet — and to be gagged if you fail to do so.

R is for Restraints. Faggots often must be bound and restrained in order to be of maximum use to the Men they service. As a faggot, therefore, you must not object when your Master breaks out the rope, handcuffs and chains. If He needs you to be immobilized so that He may make optimal use of your fag holes, you must submit. He knows what’s best.

S is for Service. Faggots must have a servant’s heart. Service and enslavement are in your faggot nature; embrace them.

T is for Toilet. “Faggot” is a synonym for “toilet.” As a faggot, therefore, your holes must be available for Men to use as they would any other toilet. That is, as a receptacle for spit, piss, cum, snot, farts and perhaps even shit. Not every Man will choose to use His faggot this way, but if you’re to be a true faggot you must resign yourself to your role as a waste receptacle. If a Man’s body produces it, it is His right to dispose of it in you.

U is for Underwear. Unless otherwise instructed, faggots are not allowed to wear underwear — or any clothes, for that matter — in the presence of Men, as their holes must be as available and as accessible as possible. The only exception is a jockstrap; because it does not block access to a faggot’s cunt, a jockstrap is an acceptable fag uniform.

V is for Vibrator. As a faggot, your hole should be constantly occupied. When it is not filled with cock, then, it should be occupied by a vibrator or another anal toy — a dildo, perhaps, anal beads or a butt plug.

W is for Whore. Faggots are whores. Remember this. If you find yourself feeling ashamed or embarrassed or regretful of your fag activities, remind yourself that you are a whore. The knowledge that you are fulfilling your God-given purpose in life should be comforting, such that you can continue your mission of sexual servitude.

X is for X-ray. Remember that Men have the equivalent of X-ray vision when it comes to spotting pigs and whores. If you’re a faggot, they will see it and they will know it. There is no use pretending to be a real Man, therefore. You might as well give in and accept your true identity as a faggot, because everyone around you already sees it and knows it — even if you yourself are trying to deny it.

Y is for Yes. As in, “Yes, Sir,” which is the only phrase a faggot should know how to say.

Z is for Zoo. It’s no accident that many faggots identify as “pigs,” “otters,” “cubs” and “pups.” If they weren’t so useful to Men out in the real world, faggots would likely be kept in a zoo alongside the real pigs and pups. If you ever feel the urge to talk back to a Man, therefore, or to demand equal treatment from one, stop and remember that you’re really just another animal; the Man is doing what’s good and right by trying to domesticate you so you may live alongside him in society instead of in a zoo.

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