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Rodolfo always was interested in strange topics, for example, the multiverse theory. The sole idea of the existence of people exactly or almost exactly like him sounds interesting in his head, How would his life were been if he'd finished his bachelor degree? What if his country talk a different language instead of the one he speaks natively?

That wacky ideas became stronger since he had some dreams, very unusual dreams, he felt those so real. Practically he'd swear those were happening in that moments. Rodolfo was the stereotypic Rottweiler, strong, taller and robust than the average of dogs; although in his dreams he was shorter or even thinner, his spot in a form of half peanut in his chest and his complete tail were unique, very characteristic of him. Once he dreamt about submitting other Rottweiler with the help of a zombie-like grizzly bear. The other dog had his tail cropped.

Between exchanging ranged words, Rodolfo put a dog collar in the neck of the other dog; after, he showed a remote control and pressed a button, the other dog just stopped struggling, stood static, with his look into nothingness. After that, Rodolfo gave orders, the other Rottweiler obeyed them unquestionably. Woof! That dream was so exciting, was a shame that it ended by the sound of the alarm of his cellphone.

Rodolfo, or Roody as he was known in websites like '4furchan.nut', had other kind of dream, that one wasn't so pleasurable. Being dominated didn't seem very attractive for the dog; the strange part was the feeling of a Dejavú. Being a beta, give and receive orders, that was not bad at all but that wasn't enough.

The anthropomorphic Rottweiler was running at full speed, he ran away of a mysterious shadow stalking him. In that dream he had a perfect athletic body; then, a rubber ball stuck in his upper back, that ball melted into a rubber stinky goo. The strange material covered every centimeter of his fur, his clothes were dissolved while his body were totally engulfed into a plastic cover. His now synthetic skin reflected a little the light.

He was losing his mind, inside in his dream, a voice was heard repeating sentences that now he can't remember; but he knew it was about control and the need of that in the people, or he understood it so. Control and domination over other beings, unite many minds into one in synchrony. What intriguing idea!

After a fantasy/Sci-fi like dream about a liquid made to convert people into robots to be reprogrammed, the dog convinced himself to try one of his interests, breaking the willpower and the brain of someone or more people. Roody recognized he wasn't the smartest guy in the town, but there must be a way to reach that goal. Not always domination comes with intelligence, do it?

In his universe, inter spices relationships were taboo and forbidden, only it was mildly allowed between members of what they called 'same pro-genomic family'; for example, it was tolerated for a wolf to be in love with a vixen, but never with a tigress. Homosexuality was a taboo to, but recognized and accepted for 70% of people. The Rottweiler was a predominantly homo and the only female he was in love in his life was a fit but strong cow. They had been friends for a time, but she had lost contact for a brief, because of his jealous boyfriend.

Classic situation, Rodolfo were seen as a very good friend and neighbor by Anabella the cow. In other side, she was so fall in love with Bras, the toughest bull of a dangerous neighbor of the city. Rodolfo got very unstable one time he casually meet the pair of bulls, he was doubly excited, what a pair of specimens! They made a good couple, he wished he was trapped between them, as a sandwich where he was the ham.

The Rottweiler has other theory, if you stress emotionally a humanoid a lot, you could make him unstable mentally to that point he or she became submissive or primitive. Where those ideas come from? Rudolf always was a... very special dog, in school days, he barely got enough notes to pass courses in school.

The last time Rodolfo saw Anabela was a Tuesday in the afternoon. After months of not staying in touch, she appeared, with one swollen eye and her muzzle bleeding, in the door of his house. Bras, the big blue blooded prince became a beast (something Roody always thought it would happen). She told she was pregnant and fortunately the bull didn't punch or kick her belly. Rodolfo advised she should rise a complaint to the police, but both of them remembered in that country (and in that universe?) the police force wasn't efficient, also Bras was a snitcher for anti-drugs agency. Obviously, Bras would never be in jail, even if that was his goal.

Rodolfo thought and thought again for a solution. He couldn't think clearly because it was a pain in his hart see the face of in Anabela in that state, his lack of self-awareness wasn't helping. Despite homosexuality was tolerated, Rodolfo never had been comfortable with that, he in a time was convinced in spending a life with her, he believed he was condemned to live alone forever and Anabela was one of 3 persons he had loved . She was a hope to him for living good with himself, but criticized by everybody.

Taboo is a strange thing for many people. Imagine yourself with adrenaline to give a slap to society, having the strength to defend what you are, a way of living; or just the happiness of being different in a plane society, that could be the inspiration of Roody, or love and curiosity of breeding a new creature, the best of 2 species over all different, How would he or she be called? Bull-weiler? Rott-ull?

Rodolfo decided the most painful thing in his life, he gave some money to the cow, so she'd disappear forever, with the calf in her womb. After all, Bras would never know who helped his cow to disappear, would he?

Later that week, at Friday more accurately, Rodolfo came to his house after a long day of work and he was going to open his door but a big presence approached with a knife in the hand, paw or hoof. That took the poor dog in surprise.

"Go Inside and don't make any noise, flea bag" a husky voice whispered in the sloppy ears of poor Rodolfo

"Ok, ok, be calm dude" the dog answered frightened with other whisper

The dog thought for a moment his end had come, he opened the door and turned on the lights. Both went to the living room and Rodolfo saw him with excite and fear. Bras was standing, taller and stronger than him, his hooves a little dirty, but with powerful arms, legs, thighs, chest and a rounded muscled belly, not as those bellies that seeming melting or spreading as a beer foam in a cup. Big horns adorned his head as powerful beasts. Brown fur in him imposed respect.

"Where is she?!"

"I don't know what you're talking"

"I said, WHERE ... IS... SHE!"

"Long time I've no s...*yelp*" Rodolfo received a strong punch in the gut from the angry bull

"Don't waste my time you flea bag, if you don't sing know, I'll get the answers I need by the bad way, and I'll take the TV" Bras saved his knife and clenched his fists, he was in a mood for an apparently unfair battle

"I said I don... *woof*" another punch straight in the face of the dog make him go back and fall on his butt. Oh wow! What a powerful arms! You need that kind of power to pull a cart, animal power to make easy any task and even life. Roody felt fear of being crushed and the need to get tremendous mammal. He...

*yelp* other punch brought the dog to reality, he won't say nothing about Anabella, he as a guardian dog would die before damaging his beloveds and his mission. Rodolfo retreat a little, and he didn't showed his back to the bull, keeping distance, something he must do to survive, and the bull seemed dumber than he.

"I don't know, maybe you're right; however, I have to leave you a reminder of what I want you to do, the next time you meet her" Bras was going to take his knife again.

When he lowered his guard for a brief moment, Rodolfo took advantage and throw stuffs to Bras, from an old DVD player to some wooden boxes. The bull got angrier when the dog took a baseball bat and hit a side of his stomach, after stroke in the muzzle and once the bovine started to fall the dog gave the las one in the head, behind the base of the horns. A river of blood got out of the mouth of the bull, other came from the dog's nose.

"Oh gosh! I think I killed him"

Rodolfo checked for any sign of live, the bull was breathing, he's just knocked out. The dog had a brief moment of relief and he thought in his next steps. Obviously the Rottweiler was more than dead. The bull could call his gang and crash him, or he'd do the job by himself.

10:30 pm, Rodolfo had a basement, also his house was almost soundproof, The Rottweiler started to realize that this could be a great opportunity to break the bull that had made all kind of misfortunes, seeing there, on the ground, sleeping, this was the chance for a little justice. Or, is it the excuse to let arise the dark side of the dog. Roody wandered to himself why the bull came alone. Was it because of shame?

While Roody took the unconscious bovine to the basement, he imagined and made reflections. Wow! The bovine specie is really prideful, being the heard leader wasn't only about status, and it was pressure. Imagine everybody talking about your inability to keep your mate with you, even worst, being cheated with a dog! That would ruin the prestige of the bulky one, and eventually other bulls would try to steal his place as herd leader. What a strange specie. Bovines only respect big mammals as bears, rhinos, hypos, but canines.

Rodolfo was strong but not enough, with efforts he reached his goal, to sit the bull in a chair and restrain him with many ropes Roody had brought. He restrained every leg in the chair; next, every thigh; after, the powerful chest and finally the hands in the back of the chair. He improvised a halter. Once everything was set, Rodolfo went up the stairs, leaving the bull locked and bounded in the basement.

Fear was still flooding in every centimeter of the dog, but there wasn't time to regret, no way back.

Day 1

Bras woke up with a headache and an aching mouth. Little by little, the bull realized he wasn't feeling right, he was bounded completely to a solid chair. Maybe if he make an effort, he could break it, anyway, that damned dog would pay and spite the soup. Bras the bovine won't let himself being treated like that by that ridiculous dog, even if he was strong. The bull noted his arms, legs, snout and chest were tied up.

One, two, three hours passed by. Bras was in complete darkness. He´s eyes already had adjusted to the darkness when a sudden light came. The Rottweiler crossed the door, the basement lit up, he descended showing a face full of confidence mixed with nervousness. That flea bag will pay, thought Bras

"Are you comfortable, my pal?"

Bras got angry cause of the sarcastic comment. Rodolfo increased his nerves, first times always are difficult. Bras squirmed and snarled while the dog mocked.

"I am the dog here, you should being lowing, as the worthless cow you are" Bras looked to the dog in a challenging way, his angriness didn't let him notices the leather belt Rodolfo keep out of sight in his back.

"OK, beast, here's the deal" Roody explained as a cliché villain. "I bet all that roughness is because you don't stand the pressure of being leader, you don't have guts. I'm so benevolent, so I propose a solution, relax" Roody approached the chair and rubbed the snout of the bull "and let me to guide you, I know it's s tice taboo relationship, but you're so sexy, what you say?" now he rubbed an ear of the bull.

Rodolfo removed the improvised halter.

"Hey you, flea bag, once I break this bounds, nothing will stop me to break that muzzle full of shit. Stupid fag"

"Wrong answer" Roody whip the face of the bull with the belt, the bull screamed in pain, the muzzle of the bull had suffered since last night.

"Hey, get me off or somebody will came, and when it happens, things won't go good for you"

"No bad words? We're progressing! I like it" Roody whipped the face again. Bras squirmed to try to escape.

"Pay attention, beast! You have behaved very badly, later I'll bring some water, but you won't eat today, sorry" Rodolfo gave more whips with the belt, this time in the thighs. Everyone was slow but strong, the moment the bull was less aggressive, Roody put the halter again, he lit off the room and left. Once again, everything went in calm.

Day 4

The things went bad and hostile. The basement was so hidden and isolated. The bull didn't know if it was morning, afternoon or night. He only knew he didn't saw the dog for long time, then, Rodolfo came down the stairs to torture him. Sometimes Roody would offer some food, sometimes not. Bras didn't eat enough food or even he didn't eat nothing.

There was a weird moment to Bras. The bull was demotivated, weak and willing, Roody came with more food than usual, and a strange bell. Bras felt himself humiliated because the way the Rottweiler feed him. Bras felt as if he was a dumb beast.

"Good boy! You're making progress. Are you hungry?" Bras nodded. Roody unbounded the muzzle of the bull. Bras didn't say nothing. Roody sounded the bell.

"In ancient times, bull friend, this kind of bells were attached in the neck of primitive Bulls and cows. I think they call these cowbells. Doesn't it feel so good to hear this? It will be your reward when you behave.

After saying this, the dog feed the bull. When Bras finished, Roody sounded the cowbell again, he gave the bull some sugar cubes to lick from his paw. That motivated a little to Bras. Rodolfo rubbed the snout of the bull, then he bounded the muzzle and he left. Bras was happy, a little more than usual bad food or simply not eating. The bull relaxed and felt asleep deeply, so deeply that he didn't notice the dog went down again.

Day 5

Bras woke up on a rug and under a blanket, he spent a more comfortable night but all and every one of his extremities were bounded with a rope to the wall. The bovine tried to break the bounds by pulling them. He felt his forces recovering but not enough. The room lit again and the dog appeared.

"Time to play Bras! Tell me. How does it feel a weak mutt like me have you kidnapped in his basement? Haha haha haha"

"Shut up! Dog"

"hahaha, poor bull, imagine what will happen when I get the photos I'll send to print" said the Rottweiler after showing a camera with flash and snapping some photos "in a 3 meters long poster, in full HD and posted in your neighbor"

"Damned flea bag!" Bras throw himself against the dog to suffocate him with bare hands but the ropes prevented him for that.

Bras desperately tried to punch the face of Rodolfo but he couldn't, the threads holding the bull were made of rubber or something, he couldn't gnaw these and every effort weaken more and more to Bras. Finally he gave up and fell on his four and facing the ground.

"Bras, my dear bull, I have news for you, one good and one bad. The bad one, you have been so bad, you won't eat today; the good one, you will brand a new whiplash I just bought.

The Rottweiler took the whiplash and whipped the bull on the back. Every hit was paused and strong, straight to the back. One, pause, and then the other. The count of impacts was forgotten, Bras couldn't do anything. Did Bras deserve this? Or just had the bad luck to fall in the way of a rotten dog

Rodolfo thought it was enough and just saw the exhausted bull on the ground, taking breathe and lowing in pain, in fact Roody heard a "mooo". Rodolfo thought he was taking things too far but Roody, the recently discovered side of Rodolfo, thought 2 things. Taking this to the edge or this would end very badly. At this point, Anabela doesn't matter; this is a big opportunity to break somebody. Was it a sense of justice? Or simply the conceal of it. Dark feelings were taking over the noble soul of a dog with internal fights full of obsession and thirst of control and domination.

Roody tied up the wrists of Bras behind, he did the same with the ankles. The only positions Bras could do now were standing, kneeling and lying on the ground. Then, the dog gagged the bull and left the basement hearing lows in pain.

Day 7

Bras only knew, after a big meal, the dog whip his tights and back, moments later Rodolfo brought scissors to reap of the clothes of the humiliated bull, now he was exposed and naked, with two marks behind. Bulls are strong animals, probably this won't leave a scar. Maybe if he do as he is told, things will go better and Bras will take the first opportunity to scape. The bull lost the interest in smashing the cranium of the dog. Maybe the poor nutrition is changing the mind of the big guy in a wrong way. After all, a brave and clever dog deserves all respect from Bras.

After a week with lack of food, the bull was behaving more submissive, but it was just the beginning, Roody wanted more. When the Rottweiler went down stairs, he found the bull on his knees, proud in his chest but head bowed.

"Buddy, I see you understand now what's the game I want to play, and you are soooo... interesting, if I may" Roody approached and rubbed the belly and the chest of the bounded animal, that made feel Bras so uncomfortable, a powerful beast like him shouldn't feel like this.

The bull moved his head as trying to make him move away.

"Filthy beast! Today there's no food nor cowbell!" Roody was becoming crueler, Bras made a mistake, just closed his eyes and waited for the punishment. Roody whipped the thighs of the bull. A tear fell from the eye of the naked bull, which who was proud and brave now was being humiliated by a shorter dog. Nobody would help Bras.

"From now on, every time I ask for it, you will say you are a dumb beast and you need to be tamed. If you don't, I'll whip your back. You understand? Now SAY IT!"

"I'm a dumb beast... I need to ... be tamed"

"Well done! But I was thinking, Bras is a name for a person, a bad person, a mistake of the society. How about I change your name? Something more appropriate for what you are, a pet, and an object. Meanwhile, I'll call you simply Bull"

Day 10

The day before this, Bull had been unleashed, he tried to make one last attempt to escape, but thanks to the poor diet he had received, the dog was now stronger than him. Rodolfo subdued the bull and finally he gave up. Something inside the bull had begun to break, in his head the formerly called Bras, resigned himself to not having the strong and defined figure he had. The bull began to hear an internal voice, this voice asked him to surrender, and that dog was the dominant animal. He must obey the dominant animal. Soon more humiliating things would happen.

Now the bull was on his knees, tied hands and feet behind. He had a bandage that covered his eyes, each hand was tied to each other and in turn, each was tied with a rope to the wall.

"It's time for the second part of your re-education" Roody took from a bag that he had brought down, a hollow needle, tongs, hydrogen peroxide, cotton and a metallic ring, apparently made of stainless steel. Everything was placed on top of a little table with wheels "I took to decide, I wanted to cut those horns, but no, that's too much, even for me ... unless you behave very badly, so relax".

The Rottweiler approached the little table with wheels, in this he had put everything. On his knees, bound and with his eyes closed, the bull felt a strong sting in his nose. The pain was unbearable, especially because it was unexpected, blood drained from the new hole made by Rodolfo. Then the dog placed the ring in its new place, like the old beasts when humans still existed. The dog proceeded to disinfect the affected area with oxygenated water. The bull began to mourn calmly while Roody left the place.

20 minutes passed and the dog returned with a good platter of food, water, bell and other sugar flakes. The bull ate straight from the dog's hand, docilely. From time to time he received caresses on top of his snout. When the food and water were finished, the bull just managed to say "thank you", Roody smiled, offered the sugar cubes with one hand while the other rang the bell. Now the bull felt pleasure and tranquility. The bell means tranquility, now the bull knew it, he has to obey to hear the bell, and the bell is everything.

Day 15

First they spent 4 days, in which, the bull was fed regularly, only that he was untied of the feet and of the hands to each other, but each one was still tied to the wall by means of the same rubber spring; however, a ritual had been developed, first the bull had to say that he was just a dumb beast, and that he must follow the orders, and not think, then he was fed. It was strange to feel the ring hit his mouth slightly every time he opened and closed it to feed. When finished, the dog rang the bell and the bull was still and happy, there was no need for sugar cubes or any other reward, hearing the bell was what calmed him down, the bell made him stop feeling ashamed. The bell was his friend. Obeying felt good, obeying the one who has the bell.

On the other hand, for the Rottweiler the panorama was not so nice because from time to time, he had to clean the blood, sweat and debris of the bull.

That day, Rodolfo came down the stairs but this time he did not have a plate of food, it was time to play. The bull detested the time to play, but after all, he was nobody to complain, Bull is just a beast in need of an owner, and Roody apparently would be that owner.

Roody approached Bull and untied him from the arms and hooves, he fell on all four limbs. He was numb since he had only 3 positions for many days, sitting, on his knees and lying down. How long since Bull couldn't move freely?

"This is going to hurt more to me than you, but" Rodolfo, or Roody, approached the face of the bull, he was watching him with submission, Rodolfo tied the end of a rope to the ring and walked away holding the other Extreme "Up Bull" Rodolfo pulled the rope gently. The bull felt a lot of pain, but even with his body numb, the bull got up.

The bull was naked and even so what the Rottweiler planned was a bit humiliating, though discreet.

"Walk"

Another tug and the bull took a few faltering steps, Roody was guiding the bull's footsteps using the rope. The bovine stopped for a moment and the dog waved a whip he had in another hand

"I haven't told you to stop"

The bull took more steps, the two took several turns around the basement, which was somewhat spacious. Since the dog judged that it was enough he asked the bull to stop, he obeyed, Roody asked him to kneel and it was then that he untied the rope from the ring of his nose and tied him by the wrists. Once again the dog rang the bell and the bull received its reward. It is very good to obey.

Day 20

The routine was monotonous and overwhelming, Bull was untied from the wall, but tied to his nose with a rope that acted as a leash, he was forced to walk and exercise while he was forced to repeat phrases that no longer seemed humiliating but absolute truth. Phrases like 'He was a slave', 'Rodolfo was his owner', 'he was a dumb beast', 'he had to obey', etc.

Two days ago the bull began to call him "sir" or "master" and to speak with much respect to the Rottweiler, Roody couldn't believe it, finally Bras had been systematically broken, leaving only a battered bull and no intention of protesting. Rodolfo, or Roody for Internet users, still had doubts, so he would later prove if he had achieved his mission, his adventure was so exciting that he had even forgotten about Anabela...

The dog untied the bull from the wall and tied him to the rope by the ring in his nose; after reciting the usual, this time, instead of doing the exercises, Roody led Bull up. When the bull passed through the door, he noticed that all the windows had large, heavy curtains, so that there were faint rays of light, which meant it was day or afternoon, who knows.

Roody gave him a pair of black shorts so that the bull could cover his private parts and he put them on.

"Very well, Bull, I know you know how to cook, you know, my friend told me when you wanted to seduce her. So you better be true" Roody led the bull into the kitchen with the rope "make me something delicious, and I hope I like it or at least it does not make me vomit".

The dog tied the bull's rope to a hole in a kitchen wall, left enough rope for the bovine to move and left. What the once called Bras didn't know, was that previously Rodolfo had cameras set and recording what the bull was doing.

Toro set to work, he dedicated himself to cooking, and when the noise became intense, Bull thought about using a knife to cut the rope that tied him to his nose and his ring. He took the knife, thought for a while, then he abandoned the idea, after all, he was just a dumb beast, and he needed to hear the bell, he needed to receive orders, it was so relaxing to let himself go.

While he finished preparing the soup, he thought of cutting the rope again, fleeing the place but where would he go? And apart, dressed like that, what would happen if his friends find him like this? What will he tell the police? Both the police and his friends would make fun of him, rather than support him to take revenge on his master ... a moment, did he think of the dog as his master? He reconsidered, he could not do anything to that powerful dog, after all the dog was better than him in everything, and he must obey.

In other room, the dog saw every moment of hesitation, every impulse, every repentance of the bull, HIS bull, Roody wore a smile of satisfaction every time the bull repented and continued with his task. Incredible, Roody had achieved it, although he detected that at any moment the bull could be revealed.

Day 28

Roody went to work and left the bull totally locked inside his house, at the end of the day, the dog checked in fast camera and the bull did almost exactly what was asked. And 'almost' because the bull used the dog's computer to draw, because the dog was careful to block any Internet access. With programs he could recover the files that the bull did. The first ones were a letter of apology to Anabela and several cries of help for someone, then only ugly drawings of him being beaten, or humiliated on the floor.

Roody started the day 28 with a face of happiness and satisfaction, the bull had become extremely submissive but very painful about any attempt, we could say, caresses. There was almost no doubt that the bull had become devoted to the dog, but there must be a way to completely break that animal, which by this point had regained its strength. That same day Bull was renamed, his new name was Stompy. As it was becoming custom Stompy gave his master breakfast, repeated phrases that had become true for him, and was abandoned by his master, but that night something very different happened.

When the dog was heard returning, the bull prepared as usual, running to the door and waiting with his black shorts, chest inflated and in firm position, but this time master Roody entered with a raccoon. Stompy felt embarrassed and he didn't know what to do.

"Stompy, this is Dan, today he will accompany us, he looks for a little entertainment with you, and I hope you do not disappoint him".

Dan didn't waste time and rubbed Stompy's belly, the Bull felt very bad but he heard the dog talking

"Remember what you are, beast, my beast"

"I'm a dumb beast, who was born to obey. I have no will or freedom, I feel pleasure in obeying and serving. I listen and obey" it was very automatic the reaction of Stompy, formerly called Bras, to hear what seemed to be a trigger of reaction, mysteriously, to recite this, Stompy felt better, more relaxed and with the intention of obeying.

"As you see, my dear and faithful Stompy, the internet is very big, you can never know if you will find someone equal or more crazy than you, Dan and I share certain tastes and all you need to know is that you must behave very well with him, Dan It will be your master for the next 3 hours, but his orders are less than mine".

"I think you did a good job here Roody! I have a farm and we could get another three or four unpaid worker fellows, if you know what I mean" the raccoon winked at the Rottweiler "we could work together and be happy, hehehe"

Roody gave the raccoon the cowbell and he tied a rope to the ring of the bull's nose and guided it up to one of the rooms.

"Remember Dan, when he does it right, ring the bell"

The last vestige of Bras was dissolved when, after doing a couple of improper things (* put them here *), Stompy was rewarded with the pleasure of the bell, the bell was his friend, obey to hear, hear to feel pleasure, feel pleasure to obey . Stompy was just a dumb beast that was born to obey.