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His Masterpiece

Up until now you had only texted a few times on a kink app, so naturally you were nervous about meeting in-person, but once at the bar it was like meeting an old friend. You felt like you knew him since he was a pup; there was this warm familiarity in the way he looked at you. His name was Kaizo which he explained was Japanese for when a game is modified to make it “Totally, fucking hard." He laughed at his own explanation, “For example, a Kaizo Block in a game is a block that’s invisible until you hit it and then blam! It traps you or makes you miss a jump." You nodded blithely, not the biggest gamer yourself but finding it fascinating nonetheless. There was a moment of uncontested silence between you and the collie: a lusty surface tension that filled the room. "There's also a soft-lock. It's when a level locks the player in one place, making it impossible to advance". It went on like this for some time; ambling discussions, witty quips, and he even told you about your astrological Life Path, which was something you didn't put much stock in. You learned that you were a seven, which meant you are a traveler, looking to learn what's inside of you from other places and people, while Kaizo was a nine "the master". You learned that nines have lived all of the life paths. If they were cats, they'd practically be dead. "Boring being a nine hu"? He looked dead-serious placing a paw on your shoulder. "Have to find me a fox to play with, maybe torture a little to spice things up."

You blushed embarrassed by how quickly you were falling for him. "You know...I'm a fox? I mean, uhh...". You flashed a nervous smile. “I mean, maybe we can keep talking at your place?" You blushed harder. You sounded like a big hornball. What an idiot you thought. By now you were both in the parking garage waiting on his ride. "Well..." the collie said looking at you and then back at his taxi, "How can I say no to those eyes", and he was right; your eyes were the first thing people noticed about you. It rubbed your fancy a little. He gestured with his paw to come closer. "Alright, why not. But there’s a condition. You have to wear this." He paused for a moment and then added, "Starting, now," leaving a space in-between each word so the gravity of his proposition had time to sink in .

The collie prestidigitatiously procured a steel cage, displayed just inches from your eyes; it was made for one thing and one thing only, teaching bitches like you your role in the pecking order of dogs. "Well?" the collie goaded, looking at you with a deadpan stare. "What, right here in the parking lot? Others might…" The collie hushed you in mid-sentence, scritching behind your ear playfully, "No one’s watching. It'll be fine?" He then put his muzzle into the crook of your ear and whispered, “Be a good girl and put it on.” It was all surface sounds like the sound of a needle on vinyl, an aural static from the beginning of time, the universe telling you to submit to his will. The hairs inside your ear stood up. “Come on fox...I don't have all day." Kaizo pawed all around showing there was no one around.

It happened as fast as you made up your mind. You frenetically glanced every which way and with no one insight you hiked down your pants. Without a second wasted the collie expertly fitted the cage onto your cock and locked it in place like he'd done this a thousand times. The clicking of the lock was a sound that would resonate in your dreams, in small moments of silence, and little did you know it would soon become your reason to exist, which the French called a raison d'etre. With your cock safely in its cage, a feeling of inner peace washed over you. It was an unfamiliar feeling, a sensation of being home after a long trip. The collie spooned with you for a few minutes right there in the parking lot, scritching behind your ear while grinding his cock under your tail. You felt his damp tip rocking back and forth, pressing through his pants. "You're mine now” he whispered while giving your sack a little shake. He whispered so close the hairs in you ears stood up again. "I lock all my bitches up anyhow” he boasted with a toothy, satisfied grin. The collie's tongue darted in and out of his mouth lasciviously as he leaned in and scented your fur. He could smell freshly cut grass beneath your paws, what you had for breakfast and that you were getting horny from all this flirting. He could also smell that you were a virgin, a young kit on the precipice of being an adult.

The collie greedily sniffed your neck fur savoring the aroma, imagining himself pounding your young ass, teaching you how to be a good service bitch and take his cock. The collie let go of your waist and ducked into the backseat of his taxi and all you could see now were his glistening teeth and eyes as he said "Come on kit, hop in" patting the bench seat.

Once in his apartment, the collie instructed you to undress, that there’s "a no clothes rule at his place", and he kicked things off, quite literally by stripping down to just his socks. You could see he was a hale, older dog, maybe mid 40s, handsome despite his age: a wiry frame with icy blue eyes. His sheath was speckled grey and white with little rosettes here and there and an ashen patch of fur trailing from his belly to his ball sack. Following his lead and exposing your fuzzy bits, you realized how significantly smaller yours were than his, which made you blush even more. The collie flopped onto the bed and spread his legs; his balls were the size of kiwis and noticeably damp with musk. He stared at your locked cock and chuckled at how adorable it was: fruit and berries for his amusement; he imagined locking them up for so long that one day you'd spontaneously orgasm maybe while doing his dishes or waiting in line at the market. "You can have the foot of the bed if you want" he said tapping a hind-paw between his legs. "For your first chore, take off my socks." He looked you deadpan serious. "Be a good girl now." As you tried climbing onto the bed the collie pushed you off with a swift and unexpected push. "C'mon fox, show me that you want it," he said wiggling his toes in front of you. You tried again and just like before, the collie lined his paw up with your forehead and firmly push you off. This happened for the next hour until he finally let you up. Flat-out exhausted and a little teary-eyed you started to say, "That was mea...." when the collie swiftly cut you off with a paw to the muzzle and a "Better shut your muzzle boy...I hear socks make good ball-gags for brats." He secretly admired how well you were taking all this abuse. "You're a keeper aren't you," lining his paw up with your face. You winced expecting to be pushed off the bed again but instead he pressed his big toe, sock and all, past your lips and into your maw, "Good girl. My socks, remember?" he teased.

You weren't sure what kind of spell the collie had cast or why you bent so easily to his will, but one thing was clear, there was something deep inside of you that wanted to please him. The collie wiggled his toe in your muzzle and you naturally tried to teeth on it. "Thata' girl," the collie said as you finally pulled his first sock off with your maw, and then the other. He sighed in pleasure as the socks came off and stretched his toes just centimeters from your sensitive nose. You marveled at his pads, twice the size of your own and the color of black-top, a sweet musky aroma wafting from between his toes. Without thinking you began kissing his pads, feeling his toes curl between your lips, seeing his pink tip in the undulated distance slowly turning ruby red. All your senses were lost in those big, beautiful paws. You didn't even know you had a thing for paws. You focused all of your attention on them, feeling how they reacted to your licks and listening to the secret cadence of his breath. You became one with his paws, completely losing yourself in his pleasure. You licked and massaged for what must have been hours.

As you massaged his ankles working your way up his legs he placed his paw square on your forehead and again pushed you away. "That's enough pup. I have other plans." he grunted as he uprighted himself. In one fluid motion he positioned himself above you with his full knot on display just centimeters from your face. "Open wide", he said as he spit onto your snout. The collie was now thrusting violently into his own paw and looking disdainfully at the face below, a needy slut with his tongue out hoping to catch the taste of a real a dog. The collie’s knees began to buckle and he rutted harder and harder, his heavy panting turning into a lusty moan.

You winced as cum stung your eyes filling your vision with burning musk. "What an asshole" you thought when he aimed that first spurt at your eyes. The next spurt landed on your nose and the third oozed down almost in slow motion into your ear; you felt it tickling your ear as it slid all the way down into your ear drum. You could barely see and all you could hear was his deep breathing as he rolled his cock between his paw squeezing every last drop of cum onto your face. He wiped his cock off on your muzzle, flicking the last few drops onto your nose. "You look good like this" the collie mocked as he reached for an old camera on the bed stand. "It'll go on the fridge with the others," and a flash filled the room for a moment, lighting up all the dust in the air. "Wait, there's something missing. Not a masterpiece yet." The collie scanned the room and finding your face once again he proceeded to let a large wad of spit ooze down from the tip of his muzzle. It slowly descended like a menacing icicle that you instinctively tried to avoid but he grabbed your muzzle and held it directly below his dangling loogie, and as it hung just inches from your muzzle he instructed, "Open up", squeezing between your jowls. You reluctantly complied watching in horror as the collie’s spit dropped into your muzzle like a spoonful of honey. It was incredibly salty and bitter. The collie shut your muzzle forcefully, "that's a good boy hu? Don't swallow yet." He waited at least a minute possibly several and looking at you dotingly, finally ordered you to swallow. As you gulped he felt your throat contract with his other paw, felt you gag a little. "Now there's a master piece" he boasted. “Do I taste good?" You nodded reluctantly. “Call me Master from now on.” Another flash filled the room with the mechanical whirring sound of an old Polaroid camera.

The collie glared at you lovingly, his cum mottled in every centimeter of your fur; it was in your nose making it hard to breath and hanging off your chin and ears like stalagmites. You wondered when he would finally let you cum as your cock strained against its cage, the same cage he’d unceremoniously locked you in hours ago. Noticing your cock bobbing pathetically the collie laughed, "That’s adorable. So eager to cum. Hate to break it to ya' but you ain't cumming any time soon". He patted your cage making you blush wondering if he was only kidding. "Ya’ thought I was going to let you cum? That's cute but the only way y'er cumming from now on is like a girl. It may take a few weeks, maybe months, but you'll cum like the others, like a proper bitch, puddle between your legs, six inches of collie testing up that ass. I'll be the only one cumming like a man.” The collie slapped his cock down on your muzzle.

The collie knew the night was young and there was ample time to break you in. This was just a prelude to the depravities to come; a symbolic gesture to help you accept your role as his new toy, his eager slut. He already took away your manhood, humiliated you, and little did you know that this was his gift, a feral talent for turning weak dogs like you into dickless bitches. After a few months without touching yourself, you'd cum like a girl. You'd learn that his pleasure was an extension of your own: that his cock fit perfectly in your ass like you were made for it. "Poor pup, I'll help clean you up" the collie said as he placed his underwear over your face and began grinding his scent deep into your fur.

With his cum ground into your fur so thoroughly it would permanently wreak, the collie lifted your coin purse with his hind paw feeling your pathetic jewels tighten under his powerful paw, and knowing what happened next was his call, not yours. He momentarily considered kicking them to prove a point, that from now on his pleasure is the only thing that matters. You are just his bitch, a means to his pleasure. You instinctively bent over and kissed his toe. "Thank you...Master". You felt embarrassed but also wanted to please him even more.

The collie barked an order that was lost in the shock of everything that had just transpired. The collie barked louder this time, "Go get me a beer. They’re downstairs." The collie held his paw out and was shaking a thin piece of paper in front of you. “Take this with you.” He handed you the sheet of paper. It was small and lurid Polaroid, probably the size of an index card. “Find a place on the fridge for it. A prominent one, you earned it” As it came into view you suddenly realized it was the photo he took earlier. In the photo, your fur was spattered like a crime scene and you were looking up with those pretty eyes, desperate for his approval. You walked to the kitchen, fumbling around in the dark, feeling around in this unfamiliar space, disoriented and still in shock. Once you found the light switch, there it was in the fluorescent buzz of the kitchen light -the fridge! It was completely covered from stem to stern with Polaroids like the one in your hand. A Dobbie with a shot of cum hanging off his nose. A Tiger sucking the collie's cock wearing a pink chastity. There was hundreds of them. Retrievers, Cheetahs, Labradors, other foxes, all looking up obediently desperate for the collie’s affection, for his cum, and then something caught your eye. Smack dab in the middle of the Fridge was a picture of a handsome and graying Fox – a Fox you would recognize any day of the year. It was your Dad. There he was soaked in the collie’s cum, blushing stupidly like all the others, another one of Kaizo’s master pieces. You felt your dick strain against its cage, a trapped bird. You didn’t know how you should feel about this, if you should feel disgusted or embarrassed, sad or humiliated but instead of feeling anything at all, you obeyed. You would do anything for another taste of those lovely paws or a shot of his cum. You simply found a small bare spot on the fridge next to your Dad (it felt appropriate to put it there) and secured your picture with a magnet. You picked a beer from the fridge and hurried back to Kaizo.

“Here’s your beer Master. May I open it for you?"