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Luke peered down at his hand as he sat behind the fenced desk, a hand on the counter before him as he wondered who the mysterious visitor was that had come to talk to him. At first, he had assumed it was perhaps his family, but from what the prison wardens had informed him of, despite refusing to say who it was, they did reveal that it wasn’t anyone he knew. He figured that it could be the Owner of the indoor theme park he used to work at as a manager himself, but for some reason he doubted it. Not even his wife or children had come to see him yet, causing him to wonder what was going on and if they were alright without him. He had been the one to provide all the income for the family as a higher-up at his job, but now that he had been sentenced to five years in prison… what would they do now? ‘God, I hope they’re alright. Please tell me they’re alright…’ He prayed silently, closing his eyes for a moment as he hoped that whoever was visiting him may have some insight as to what was going on outside.

He thought back to the moment he’d been arrested at work, unaware as to what he’d done. He’d always been a good citizen, never trying to break rules or get in trouble, but despite it all, he had somehow got wrapped up in someone else’s mess, and now he was to pay for it. He had been informed at the police office about an old car of his, still under his name, found holding pounds of cocaine and illegal drugs nearby his house. He recognized the car from the description he’d given them, but even though he denied it all, the police didn’t believe him. He was brought to court soon after, put on trial as he spoke his case, but when he expected a family or a friend of his to come and speak up to defend him in his time of need… no one came. It was almost as if the people he loved had just… abandoned him, leaving him alone. ‘No… Taylor would never do that. She loves me. Something’s gotta be going on.’ But even then, not even a single friend of his had shown up either, only causing the pit in his stomach to grow as he was proclaimed guilty and sentenced to five years in jail for his crimes.

He never imagined he’d live behind bars, especially not for a felony he didn’t even commit, but of course, the society he lived in seemed to only care about the people with the most money, so putting a case like this on a lowly citizen to simply write off someone else’s problem wasn’t unheard of. It just happened to be him this time, and now he couldn’t do anything but wait, hoping that somehow he’d wake up from this horrible nightmare. To be able to look over to his lover sitting beside him, knowing he’d be alright. He held his breath, picturing her relaxing on the couch next to him as they’d watched a movie, feeling her lean against his side as her hand rubbed along his leg. He could remember the smell of her perfume and the softness of her fingertips in his. But as he opened his eyes to reach over and pull her close, he was met with the sight of an empty metal stool, sitting before another counter. Still, he held onto hope, promising himself he wouldn’t give up, fighting back the hollow void building within his heart as he told himself everything would be alright no matter how horrible everything seemed.

He had been so distracted in his downtrodden thoughts that he only now just noticed the man entering the room as the guard from outside closed the door behind him. Glancing up at the well-dressed man, he noticed a few papers held in his fingers, meeting his eyes with a spark of curiosity as to why someone unknown to him had come to talk. The individual turned the chair at his side of the counter before taking a seat, letting out a soft grunt before clearing his throat as he settled himself before the prisoner, “So, you’re… Luke, am I right?”

He paused, trying to gauge what this rich-looking person would want from someone like him, slowly nodding, “...yes. Who are you?”

“Ha, who I am is much less important than what I’m here for. Besides, you won’t be seeing me again after this, so you better listen up if you want a chance of getting out of here.” Luke felt a flutter in his heart at the mention of escape, praying that maybe this man was here to help bail him out. But then, why would he?

“O-ok. So…” He then glanced around, feeling as though something was off, that creeping feeling in the back of his mind that they should hide their discussion. He then shook his head as he realized that would be impossible with the cameras watching them from the corners of the room, coming to the realization once more that whatever he was here for must have been approved by the head guards of the prison before he entered. “What are you here for then?”

The stranger placed his papers on the stone counter before them both, pulling out a pen from the pocket in his jacket, “I am here on account of CollarCorporation. We are an organization that works with the local prisons. We primarily help provide funding for the facilities while they provide us a free visit for each of the new prisoners. You could think of it as an interview. We are here to provide you a… back door out. A way to be free from your cell and released without any trace on your name from the events of the past. This comes at no cost to you, all we ask is that you accept the deal.”

While his heart leaped for joy at the mention of everything he said, his mind held him back, a shiver running through his spine as the well-mannered man seemed to hide something. The stranger had a faint smile upon his face, looking Luke up and down in a way that felt… uncomfortable. Feeling a tightness in his throat, wishing that it could simply be that easy, he spoke up, looking on the other side of the fence, “And… what’s this deal? That sounds way too fucking good to be true for it to be without some sort of sacrifice on my part.” He had dealt with many sketchy individuals when he used to work as a manager and while the man before held himself well, there was something off.

The visitor let out a thoughtful hum, noticing the cautious mindset Luke held as he answered him, “I can see you’re a straightforward man. Well then, I won’t beat around the bush.” He then pushed the papers through the slot in the fence before him, turning the papers so he could read them as he explained. “You are right. Every gain comes with sacrifice, but from the sound of your situation I believe you would be doing your family a favor.”

“You see, we, the CollarCorporation, are a company that helps families in dire times such as these, where someone much like yourself, being the main money-maker in the household, is put in jail. We help to provide their families at home with the necessary funds for the next five years so that they can get back on their feet and find a job without having to struggle with each new bill. All we ask for in return is for you to offer yourself as a… slave for us for the same time you would have been sentenced in jail for.”

“Wait, what?” Luke paused, blinking as he realized what he was saying. “You’re wanting me to become a slave? Do you think I’d do that? Hell no!” He glared at him, pushing the papers back, “I’m not about to bow down to someone like that. If you think I’d put myself below someone else, you’re wrong.”

The stranger let out a hum once more, glancing over the papers in silence before starting, “I understand. I wouldn’t expect someone like you to take this offer. But I do know that your family will not survive without you working to provide money. I know you’re aware of this, and because of this you are given a choice: to save them and let them live without worry, or choose to let them suffer while you remain behind bars.”

Luke let out a grunt, glaring at the man as he slammed a fist on the counter, “Don’t you speak of my family like that. I would never let them suffer! I don’t need your help for them to survive!”

“Oh, is that so? And what exactly are you going to do, stuck in your little stone room, for the family you love so dearly? Hmm?” There was a long moment of silence between the two, Luke preparing to lash back with an answer before quickly realizing once more how powerless he was to help them. He felt a pang of agony in his chest, the hopelessness washing over him as he feared that, no matter how much he didn’t want to admit it, there was nothing he could do. But now, he was given a chance to save them… Could he pass that up? It was horrible, humiliating… But would it be worse than prison?

He looked over himself, at the chair he imagined his wife sitting at, and replied, not caring to look at the confident man, “What… what would living as a slave be like..?”

He caught the sly smirk of the man, glancing at him before looking back at the seat, “Well, you won’t exactly be living as a slave, but I can promise you it will be much nicer than living in a cell. You will be living as a pet for whoever buys you, simply relaxing inside a safe home with plenty of food and a loving owner. It really isn’t that bad. All you have to do is promise to act the role and not try to escape. I can promise you if you do try to back out of the deal while still living your sentence, we will find you and bring you back to this prison.”

He felt a roaring in his mind at the sound of becoming a pet, yelling to himself, ‘What the hell? I’m not going to become a pet! What kind of fucking kink does he think I’m into?!’ Still, despite how much he despised the idea, he had to think of what the man was saying and the consequence of not accepting left to live in his empty cell for the next five years. Luckily none of the other inmates had tried to fight him yet as he wasn’t afraid to stand up to them, but he knew many deaths had happened behind these bars from fights, and the thought of dying in here did certainly scare him. ‘A loving owner? I wouldn’t have to work, it sounds like, and I’d be safe… But that’s fucking disgusting. I’m supposed to act like a dumb dog?’ He then spoke up, keeping his tone calm as he tried to put it all together, “How the hell is this legal?”

“The real question you should be asking yourself is: why would any higher-class citizen care what happens to a low-class one? You are a smart man, Luke. You know how life works around here. If you want your family to live for more than a few months, you’ll need to lower yourself to save them. You were wanting me to be blunt and straight to the point, and now you must choose. You won’t be hurt or sold to be abused. You will be loved and cared for and your family will be safe.” He then pushed the paper back to him once more, placing the pen above the line on the bottom to sign. “Just sign here and we can come to take you in the morning to get you ready. I’m sure you’ll be happy to see the sun again.”

It all felt so conflicting, to be given a chance at freedom out of the blue from a corporation he’d never heard of. It was horrible and wrong, every part of his being not wanting to submit as he was most certainly a strict top and not one to obey others… But even though his entire being wanted to yell at this man for trying to demoralize him… He felt like this was his only chance. Nothing bad would come to him from the sound of it and his family would be well taken care of. All he had to do was sacrifice his pride for the time being until his sentence was up.

He pondered on the choice for a moment, gripping his fists as he bit his lip and huffed in frustration and helplessness. He closed his eyes, picturing his wife trying to scramble up any amount of funds to try and buy just a loaf of bread to keep his family alive. He didn’t want them to suffer, to have to fight for every meal and he could stop that. He let out a pained gasp, pushing against the counter in mental agony for a moment before finally sitting back as he came to his conclusion. With a good read of the paper, making sure to read every note as he wasn’t about to fall trap to something hidden within the words, he found the statement to be just as the man said and picked up the pen in his shaky fingers to sign. ‘Giving up freedom for freedom. Kinda poetic. I’ll save you both, no matter what it takes.’

He looked back once more at the man, “How do I know you’re telling the truth? I want to know my family will be safe.”

He nodded, “That’s understandable. Don’t worry, we will have them call you every week to tell you how they’re doing to let you know they’re alright.”

‘This is the best and only chance I’ve got.’ With a last sigh, releasing the tension that had been building up as to how he’d keep them safe, he signed his name in cursive on the paper and slid it back to the man. He did relish in that wave of relief, a slight smile on his face as he realized things would be okay, telling himself this would be better than staying here. The stranger nodded back and took the papers, folding them up as he finished.

“Thank you. We’re happy to help, Luke. Your family will be safe. We will be back tomorrow to get you out of here and ready for your training. We’re excited to have you on board.~” His last words seemed to hint at something, watching as he stood back up and left the room, closing the door behind him as he left the man alone once more. Luke couldn’t help but feel slightly uneasy at what being a pet would be like, but for now, he wouldn’t worry about it. Instead, as the guard from his side of the door led him back to his room, he took happiness in knowing things would get better as he wondered what the next day would hold.

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The next day seemed to come slower than Luke would have liked, all the thoughts about what it would be like and the apprehension that came along with it causing each moment to drag on as he stared at the stone walls of his cell. Still, when the morning came and he was led out of the dusty cell and into the parking lot, he couldn’t deny how good it felt to be free once more, to smell the fresh air and feel the warmth of the sun on his face. It had only been a couple of days, but it had felt like weeks and it was at this moment that he felt hopeful that he’d made the right decision after all. The thought only lasted for a moment though as another man walked out of the car and opened the back of the trunk, revealing a large, metal kennel inside. He motioned Luke to get in as he opened the latch and held open the pet door for him, not bothering with introductions, “Come on. Your first step in learning to be a pet is to stay in one of these.”

He paused, his heart dropping at the thought of being forced inside a cage like that. He was a grown man! He did notice the containment was certainly built for a large dog, barely fitting into the rear of the car, but that didn’t make the idea of getting inside any easier. He hesitated, looked back at the prison, and with one slow step after another, began to climb into the bars, transferred from one cell to the next. He felt a sting to his pride as he clambered onto his knees, seen by these other humans as a lesser being… but he had to ignore it. This wasn’t who he was, he was just playing the part for now. He was doing this for his family and no one he once knew would know he was a pet.

He was thankful for the padding on the bottom of the cage, a plain black pillow covering the floor as he sat on his hands and knees. He watched as one of the humans reached forward and locked the door before him, using a key to keep the latch in place before backing up and closing the trunk. He felt fear rushing through his veins, being driven away to who knows where. But knowing that the prison approved of all this did give him some confidence that whatever was going to happen wouldn’t come to hurt him in any way. ‘It’s okay. Besides, if anything goes wrong I can fight out of it. I can’t believe I’m doing this…’

He didn’t know how much time had passed by the time they stopped and he was ushered out of the car and into a back door of some business, but from the orange hue signaling setting of the sun, he could guess it must have been a few hours. He could feel his back sore from bending over in the cramped space but did take some relief in the small amount of rest he had been able to get as they traveled. Both the humans took him into a back room where a muscled man was waiting for him. Luke suddenly felt unsure of himself as he realized how strong the other male was, realizing he better stay on his good side as the two humans from the car received a sum of cash from the well-built man before exiting through the back door once more, leaving him alone in the building.

The owner of the establishment looked him up and down before ordering him, leaning back against a desk on the side of the room, “Strip.” Luke was taken aback by the command, only now realizing that his transformation was starting. Still, he didn’t want to disrobe for a stranger like he was some sort of whore… but this is what he chose, whether he liked it or not. He hesitated, biting back his pride as he slowly slipped off his shirt and lowered his pants until he was standing in his boxers with his other clothes kicked to the side. The man grunted at the sight of him, pointing at Luke’s groin, “All of it. Animals don’t wear clothes.” He gulped, feeling his member grow harder at the humiliation before letting out an annoyed huff at why his member was acting this way. He did as he was told, slipping off his boxers before his cock sprang to life as it was released. The man smirked at the sight before motioning to his clothes, “Good. Hand me those. You won’t be needing them anymore.”

Picking up his clothes, he shivered, the coldness of the room causing the hair on his body to stand straight as he felt so vulnerable and exposed. He didn’t try to hide his erection though, telling himself he wouldn’t be afraid or scared before him. He was in charge here, no matter how much anyone else wanted to tell him he wasn’t. He would live the sentence and escape once it was over. With a heavy heart, he handed the clothes to the man, feeling his calloused fingertips as he passed it over before the deep-voiced stranger threw them in the trash behind him. As Luke stood back, naked before the man, he found himself feeling a little sick, growing light-headed as he tried to remain calm. It was scary, but he’d be alright. He’d be with a loving owner soon enough, he just had to remain strong. He’d been around drunkards and in alleys before around weird people, but forced to remain exposed with his clothes tossed away… it felt revolting, and yet for some reason his cock seemed to harden at the exposure.

It was then that the man opened a chest lying on the desk, pulling out what would be his new “clothing”, taking an odd-looking cotton suit out from the compartment before placing it on the floor. It was only as it lay before Luke that he realized what this was, taking a step back in retaliation at the humiliating sight of a dog suit. It looked similar to a german shepherd in coloring, floppy ears connected to the head with a short snout at the end. The man noticed the hesitation from him, informing him, “Don’t make this difficult. You chose to live this life to save your family. Be a good pup and put it on.~”

Luke glared at the man, wanting to strike him in the face with his fist… But he couldn’t. No, this was wrong, but he had to do it. ‘Why did I have to get framed for something I didn’t do… This is so wrong…’ He slowly got onto his hands and knees once more, his member swinging between his legs as he began stepping into the suit. The back was unzipped making it easy to step into each hole for his arms and legs. He only now realized the mittens on each paw, happy to feel some thick padding on the inside around his fists to prevent any soreness. Similar padding was inside of his hind legs, his feet clenching over the foam-like material inside the paw as he fit himself inside. It was only as he got all his limbs within that he realized he would be unable to close up the back himself.

The stranger seemed to know this was coming, walking up and placing his hands upon the naked man’s body as he slowly zipped up the back of the suit, stopping at his neck. Luke noticed in humiliation that there was a gap for his crotch, his member and balls hanging between his legs, unable to hide them. He couldn’t even grip the floor very well, finding his balance wavering as the man then picked up the hood of the suit before affixing it to his face. The holes for his eyes let him view the short snout in the center of his vision, just long enough to be able to always see it without being too long to get in the way. He could feel the weight of the ears at his sides, a small hole on each respective ear for him to hear through the thick suit. The weirdest part of the suit though was the extra room around his chest, making him wonder if this suit was made for a female and if so why they were putting him into it. ‘I have more important things to worry about.’

He also noticed the lack of a tail on the suit, a hole by his tailbone exposed to the cold air of the room, making him question why the suit seemed to be missing pieces. ‘I guess they’re just short of suits? It makes the only logical sense.’ Then again, logic didn’t apply much right now, being as he was sentenced to become a pet for five years. To make matters even more daunting, the man opened a drawer and pulled out two padlocks, locking one around the zipper to his back to keep it closed with the other lock around the zipper to the back of his hood. He then affixed the hood with strings on the loops around the neck of the body and head until they were tightly snug together. Happy with his work, he then stepped back, looking over the suited puppy before chuckling.

“There we are. Look at that, such a strong man deciding to become a submissive little puppy. I can see you’re enjoying this.~” He glanced between his legs for a moment, causing Luke to glare at him from the holes in the hood.

“Don’t you fucking tease me! This is humiliating enough already!”

“Huh. Seems you need to learn some manners, hmm? That’s alright, I got something that’ll help to ease you into it.” With a grunt of amusement, he then picked up the two bottles laying beside the chest Luke had noticed absentmindedly before. The man poured out a pill from each jar into his palm before informing him as he bent down and held them before the pet, “You should feel lucky. We just got a new pill in stock that will help you to grow your own tail. It’s experimental but I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.” He then paused, allowing Luke to gaze at the two different pills with uncertainty before he continued, “Oh, the other one? You see, many of our customers have been purchasing females over males, and since we’ve had a recent drought for new pets, we need females to sell more than ever. Because of this, you will be turned into a female to fit the bill.”

Luke opened his mouth to argue, not having agreed to this before, but the man simply glared at him and warned him, cutting him off, “Don’t dare try to fight back. You can’t fight me anyways now, no matter how much you want to.” He then paused, letting the hopelessness sink into his mind before continuing, “Besides, I think you’ll come to like this. You’ll be taking these pills daily until you’ve fully transitioned. You either take these, or we take you back to the prison… Your choice.” He stared challengingly at the once-proud male inside the suit, Luke staring at the pills in horror as he tried to think of a way out of this. He knew the outcome of this would be better than prison, it would save his family… But why did it have to be like this? He’d never wanted to be a female, let alone a dog!

The man then stood back up for a minute, grabbing a silver bowl from the chest and walking into another room for the moment before returning with a bowl of water. He placed the dog bowl in front of the new pet, plopping the pills inside, “Drink up, girl. You have five minutes until they dissolve, and if you don’t have them now we will send you back. You want to save your family, don’t you?” Luke sighed, looking down with a sick feeling rising in his gut as he tried not to think about it all. He could numbly feel the arousal in the back of his mind, the small submission kink inside him trying to urge him onwards, but he ignored it. He would do this because he had to, not because of some perverted fetish. He was in charge, and even if he was a female, he would find a way to turn into a male again after this was all said and done.

He spent the next few minutes attempting to drink as much of the water as he could while he slurped up the pills reluctantly. It was surprisingly difficult to drink with only his tongue, but he supposed he’d have to practice anyway if this was what his life was going to be like. He could feel each pill slide into his stomach as he accepted his fate, wondering just how fast the changes would appear. After the bowl was nearly halfway drunk, he sat back, glaring at the man as he tried to hold on to his determination. The male smirked at the look the pet gave him, finally pulling out a pink collar and a leash before stepping forward, “Good girl. Now, raise your neck. We gotta get you collared up to make sure you don’t run away.~”

Luke attempted to curse in response, disgusted at the sight of the feminine dog restraint, “Fuawr-AWR!” He then fell onto his back at the somewhat dog-like ‘Awrf’, his coherent mind seemingly muddling his words as the curse he meant to say was mixed with some sort of dog gibberish. He tried speaking a few more times, terrified at how fast the pills were working on his voice as the once easy to speak words now began to become a blur, ending in incoherent dog-like sounds. He even noticed the tone of his voice rising to a more feminine pitch over the next few minutes, the human letting them get accustomed to their new form as he left the room to grab something else.

He returned a moment later with a water bottle, taking a swig before placing it beside him and continuing with the collar. Luke hesitated for a moment, still shocked from the inability to speak straight before raising his neck reluctantly, resisting the urge to bite him as the stranger wrapped the feminine band around him. He then clipped it on the front along with the leash, giving it a small tug before chuckling to himself. “Such a pretty girl. You’re going to get bought easily, I know it.~” He then stepped back to grab the last contraption for the chest, mumbling to himself as the pet tried to hold himself together.

Despite everything that had already transpired, the last part somehow seemed to be both less daunting and even more humiliating than everything else, a metal chastity cage with a similar small padlock on the base in the man’s hand. He sat down beside Luke, giving a pet over his back before ordering him, “Alright, rollover girl! On your back.” Luke cursed at him in another blur of barks, a new animalistic growl rising in the back of his throat as his body began to change with the dissolving of the pills. “No barking! Roll over.”

This felt like the last bit of pride, his own masculinity, being forced to remain locked away. But he knew he couldn’t fight despite how much he knew he should be trying to. ‘I’m not going to be able to get off anymore… This wasn’t in the paper… How is this real?’ But even though it seemed impossible, this was really happening and it wasn’t a dream. The padding under his hands, the collar around his neck, the weight of the padlocks on his back, and the barks coming from his voice… It was unmistakably real, and there was nothing he could do to stop it now. With a dip of his head, he let out a soft whimper, rolling onto his back as he presented his crotch to the man. He felt some tears welling up in his eyes at the despair in his heart, promising himself it would be worth it. ‘I’m saving Taylor… Everything will be okay.’ He never cried, but in this hopeless moment where everything that made him feel confident and safe was being taken away from him, he realized how powerless he had become, all of his own volition as he prayed it would be worth it.

The man made sure to carefully get his now limp member inside the cage, the cold metal around his penis causing him to shiver. He could see the man gripping the other side of the leash in his hand, knowing he was the pet on the other end, watching as he was chastised. He could only wait and imagine what would happen next as the padlock was securely put in place around the base of his shaft before the man stood up once more, setting the key in a drawer along with the others.

As everything had finished up and Luke had finally found himself helpless for the first time in his life, the man finished, giving a soft tug on the pink leather, “Get up. You’ll be picked up by your trainer in the morning.” He then guided him through the door on the other side of the room into a large space with many cages. He noticed most of the cells were empty except for a few regular dogs and two other human pets lying behind their own set of bars. The room was only lit by a small orange lantern in the corner resting on a wooden table, casting an ominous glow on the forbidden shop. The stranger seemed to have left his cage open for Luke already, ushering the newly-made pet into their temporary home before latching and locking the front once more after retrieving the leash. “Feel free to get accustomed to your new form. I’m sure you’ll find yourself with a few new body parts in the morning. Welcome to your new life, pet.~”

Then, as he picked up the lantern, he walked over to the door leading to the main area of the shop and, after opening it, blew out the lantern and closed the door behind him, leaving the backroom in darkness. Luke really couldn’t believe it all was real, that he was in a cage in some sort of black market type shop. It felt like it was straight out of a movie, horrifying, and yet, this was the life he’d chosen. He knew this was momentary though and promised himself he’d get out of here as soon as possible. ‘The man who gave me the papers said I would be loved and cared for… I just have to obey the trainer tomorrow and I can get out of this hellhole.’ Sure, it wasn’t like he’d been hurt here, but it sure was scary as hell and he’d much rather be in a loving home than in some dark back room for the next five years. Vowing that to himself, he stared out into the darkness, trying to practice his speech in hopes that maybe he could fight the word loss if he practiced enough. ‘I can do this. I’ll save them and myself, no matter what it takes.’