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His Masterpiece 3: True Love

You woke to a blind, tingling sensation all over your body, maybe from all the drugs you ingested last night, along with a warm, steady breath on your cold testicles. Why were they so cold? It didn't make sense. You knew testicles were usually colder than body temperature, but not like this. Kaizo was whispering something to himself, his teeth clanging together like a rabbit-trap just inches from what he snidely called, "Your baby balls", and as you snapped into reality, you realized he was addressing you, or more precisely, whispering to your balls like they were sentient. "Vixen's don't get to keep their balls, now do they? Testicles are for real dogs, not pathetic losers. He doesn't deserve you." He slipped his tongue under one of those sensitive orbs, cradling it for a moment like an egg, and then sucking it into his maw.

Something was definitely wrong! Your balls were more sensitive than normal, and you flinched as he rolled that little egg on his tongue, pressing it to the ridged-roof of his mouth. "No, no, not like this." You realized what was happening as soon as his tongue began playing your spermatic cord like a stringed instrument. He flicked it with his tongue, testing its resilience by tugging it away from your testicle.

You tried to open your eyes but realized you were blind-folded. Darkness and panic ensued. All you could remember was taking Acid the night before and stumbling around Kaizo's house. "Please, Kaizo." You grabbed at his muzzle, pleading with him, hoping he'd have a change of heart. "We should really have a Doctor do this. I want to be your Vixen! I really do! I wanna' give myself to you...but not like this!" A look of terror crept across your face, and you blurted the most desperate thing you could think of; "I love you, please..." Unfortunately, it wasn't a false statement; you had fallen hard for the sadistic collie, and his cruel treatment became a familiar feeling; it made you feel like your suffering had a purpose. "Please, let's have a medical professional do it? What about Lucas?"

The collie let your testicle roll-off of his tongue and flop effetely onto your bare skin. They were stacked on top of your shriveled nut-sack, heaving up and down with each breath.

You felt cold air on your bare skin as the furnace roared to life: your sensitive orbs retracted as they clung to your wrinkly skin.

"I love you too." He crawled over you in a 'riding cowboy' position until his muzzle was plumb with your own. Next, he slipped his tongue into your maw like he'd done a thousand times, but this time you could taste the saltiness of your own testicles on his tongue and the taste of your unspent load; it was extremely bitter and made you gag.

"Do you trust me?" He pulled your blind-fold off. Those icy blue eyes interrogated you like a polygraph machine. "Do you want to be my Vixen or not?" He scanned from left to right like he was reading a novel, but he was actually gleaning the truth from your expression, savoring the sour smell of nervous sweat on your forehead�ah, the smell of fresh fear in the morning. God, he loved when dog's quivered underneath him, pissed themselves with fear as he loomed over their helpless bodies. Kaizo could feel your tiny cock stiffen under his tail, excited by the mere idea of losing your manhood. "It's your choice! No one's twisting your wrists." He liked it even more when weak bitches like you realized on your own how worthless their genetics were, that it was better to let a real dog do the breeding. "Well?"

"But why can't we see a Doctor."

"What kind of doctor is going to neuter a perfectly healthy fox? Listen, I have experience with this kind of stuff. It'll be safe, discreet...clean. I used to neuter calves on my Uncle's farm. I've neutered like a hundred calves, at least." The truth was—there was no farm or uncle; he did have experience castrating pathetic dogs like you though. He had taken the testicles of six losers so far and you were lucky number seven. Kaizo felt like he was doing the world a service by purging their DNA from the gene pool. I mean, do we really need more worthless, small-dicked fags in the world? He was actually beginning to forget their names at this point. He had several mason jars in his basement where he kept their jewels; he had the fat balls of a golden retriever in one with "Lucky" scrawled on top in Sharpie, and another pair of especially tiny balls that he took from a Doberman. Those were simply labeled "Jake's Marbles."

Your brain was squirming at the weight of this decision. You wanted to prove yourself to Kaizo—to become his vixen in body and soul. You wanted it more than anything. Please Kazio, relieve me of my manhood; it has been nothing but a burden, a roadblock to my self-realization. I want to be yours. l want to transcend my pathetic testosterone.

You nodded slowly and then more vigorously, realizing you had just sealed your testicle's fate.

Before you knew it, he was nibbling on your sack, nipping at it gently and then pulling your skin taught. He let out a breathy sigh that warmed your exposed testicles, making them retract with nowhere to climb but into his warm maw.

"Mmmm. Good Vixen." He rolled his velvety tongue out like a red carpet.

The collie now had one of your testicles between his teeth like a ball-gag; he let his pointy fangs press into it making you flinch as he manipulated it, moving the sensitive egg to the back of his throat where he swallowed just enough so the testicle was dangling above the bottomless abyss of his digestive tract.

A few pinches like he was taking your blood, a couple of surgically-placed nips and he swallowed with a satisfied gulp. He didn't even blink; it was that easy.

You really didn't feel anything, and you swore you still felt both of your testicles, until he pulled his muzzle back, letting your rubbery cord slip out of his mouth like spaghetti. Oh my god, he swallowed your testicle! You were half-panicking and tried to push him off of you but his heavy paws held you down. "Mmmm. That was delicious, but I'm still hungry." Cold blue eyes flashing predatory intent. He reminded you, "This is what you wanted. Quit squirming now. You'll be a Vixen in no time." You noticed his careful choice of words: he didn't use the possessive "My Vixen", but instead the indefinite article "A Vixen".

Before you knew it he went for the other testicle, taking his time to position it between his molars. The collie knew that this wasn't going to be easy for you, so he held you tight knowing there would be a struggle. He felt that spongy testicle resist his maw, trying to maintain its shape as he sealed his lips around the cord, his molars exerting pound after pound of pressure.

"Stopppppp! Ahhhhhhhh" You shrieked in pain, clutching the bed sheets. "Pleasasssssse. I love you, I love you!!!" It wasn't working this time. "Your crushing it!!!! Your hurting me."

The collie knew better than to stop. This is the pain a worthless mutt has to feel to become a Vixen. Love and transformation hurt like a mother-fucker, just ask any transexual. He'd never popped a dog's testicles in his mouth before but his hunger was growing, and his desire to make a dog suffer wasn't enough anymore—he wanted to taste your suffering, to hear your plaintive screams as he swallowed a piece of you, a permanent keepsake.

You started pushing his head away, slapping at his hungry muzzle as it relentlessly clamped down on your ball. Kaizo growled and added even more pressure. "No it's mine!" he snarled in between zippered teeth. His muzzle was reverberating like a bee-hive with a bassy growl. You could feel it; it was about to pop. "Please!!!" Tears all over your face. You had never cried like this before, and he simply glared at you as if it to say, "You're mine bitch. This is my snack."

A dog's bite has the force of 300 lbs. of pressure, but you didn't get to feel any of that, because all it took was 40 lbs and your testicle exploded in his mouth�the popping and gushing sound was muffled by his ravenous maw, the sloppy sounds of a tongue slicking around in an empty sac, greedily tasting your blown testicle.

You were screaming. It was the worst pain you had felt in your life. You were about to pass out, but the collie wasn't done yet; he then began chewing, mulling your testicle around, masticating it into a fine goo, savoring the flavor of your unspent load on his tongue—another worthless dog turned into a nutless bitch. The collie started playing with his cock as he swished the little bits of your ball around in his maw, eventually swallowing all of it.

As that hungry maw finally let your spermatic cord slip free with a gross slurping sound like a scene from Lady and the Tramp, it turned its attention to your twitching cock. Oh my god, how were you still hard? You literally just had a dog chew your balls off! You must have really wanted this. You felt his teeth prickle your sensitive cock as it sealed around your knot. Oh god, please don't take my cock! Kaizo! Please, it's all I have left!

In that moment you heard your own thoughts banging off the walls like they had escaped your own brain, and then realized it wasn't a thought at all; it was the shrill shriek of a torture eunuch.

The collie slipped his tongue under your knot and was gently massaging it back and forth, moving his tongue along the base of your cock, feeling the thin flesh that connects your penis to your body, and you could feel your cock spasming, and each time it did, he would hold still and let it dry heave. You started to get nervous when that hungry tongue flicked your sensitive Baculum. Please, Master. Let me keep my cock!

He eventually edged you to the point of no return. You could feel your cock straining. It was as though your muscles were trying to pump semen from your non-existent balls, and then you felt your cock throbbing frenetically, a massive load spurting into the collie's muzzle, one spurt after another, and in that moment you realized that that was the last real orgasm you would ever have. Kaizo had taken your dignity and now your nuts. You were now his breeding bitch: a worthless, empty sac he would play with to reminisce about the day he ate your testicles. You were an inferior dog to him now—a mountain that no longer needed conquering. The only thing that could bring you pleasure was the collie's orgasms. You had to appreciate his virility as an extension of your own. From now on when you choked on his cock it would remind you of what a normal orgasm felt like. His teethed pressed into your baculum enough to make you wince, and the sting of his pointy teeth mingled with waves of pleasure. Was this it? Did the greedy collie want it all, or was he just making a point, that he could have your cock too if he wanted?

As that hungry maw finally let your cock loose with a loud suctioning sound, you breathed a deep sigh of relief; he let you keep your little stick, and that was a small mercy you were forever grateful for.

He snuggled up beside you, his breath smelling of your cum and blood: a little dribble of red smeared across his white chin. He guided your paw, first to his fat nuts to remind you of what you had lost and then to his engorged knot. Kaizo looked at you dotingly, like you were the only fox in the universe. It was true! In the past he had grown bored of the dogs he had neutered, eventually kicking them out of his house, and moving on to new conquests: new dogs to ruin, mountains to climb, but he wanted to think this time it was different; this time it was true love.

Author's Note:

Not all endings are happy ones, but I'd like to think that the collie and fox grew old together.

I wrote this series on a plane around 37,000 feet above sea level, somewhere above the American Midwest. This particular installment was written on a 2 hour flight from New York to Chicago, somewhere in-between an in-flight announcement and meal-service. It required almost no post-editing; I pretty much ran a spell-check and deleted extra spaces and called it a day (very unlike my normal process. Mabe the more wicked ones come naturally).

I always planned on writing an alternative-hard ending for His Master Piece, but after days of editing the second installment only to receive lack-luster engagement, I was disappointed with myself and swore off writing for several months.

Fun Fact #1: I ride motorcycles in my spare time: nothing like tearing ass down a US Highway to clear your mind. My riding goal this year is to learn a few stunt-maneuvers like burn-outs, wheelies, etc. I must have a death-wish.

Fun Fact #2: My motorcycle gear is the same colors as a Border Collie..coincidence?