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A commission for :iconadamnemo42: . A bit early for Valentine's Day but still quite fitting since it is a love story, albeit an unusual one...

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It had been his wedding day, the day Jamie had been taught would mark the beginning of his new life. The phrase was apt and the young man's hand wandered up to the left side of his slender neck, and the still tender patch of skin that now bore that very mark. The sub-dermal printer had stung after it was pressed against his skin and once the device was pulled away it revealed the personal logograph of the woman who'd taken him as her mate.

The stranger he'd never seen before, now walking in front of him with a slim silver chain trailing from her bracelet to the ring on the white collar she'd fastened around his neck. Following his training, he maintained a respectful distance from his new mistress but made sure to keep up with her. The chain was a fragile thing and it was up to him to ensure that it remained unbroken until the woman released him. Giving her cause to discipline him would be a terrible start of their new relationship.

The thought of the new life that awaited him still filled his stomach with butterflies. It was what he'd been prepared for all his life along with every other human male, but it was so different from the Academy. And the ceremony itself had been terrifying. So many women in one room, and all of them focused on him! He was used to the appraising looks of the instructors, and the stern ones of the Academy proctors, but they had maintained a distance from their young male subjects.

The older women at the wedding did as well, casting nothing more than occasional assessing glance at him and complimenting the bride's mother on her choice. The woman accepted the praise with a gracious smile that brought to Jamie's mind the way she'd flashed her teeth when she'd walked along a line of young men wearing their light-blue bodygloves, staring, eyeing them up and down and occasionally touching one, as if she was testing a piece of fruit for ripeness.

His mistress' friends, as he'd been warned, were a good deal less objective. Once he'd been marked and collared they'd crowded around the proud bride, congratulating her and talking about Jamie as if he weren't there. At first at least. It had been a lot more embarrassing once their attention turned to him. They'd ask him to stick out his tongue as far as he could, speculating loudly if he'd be able to perform his duties towards his lady.

And it had been even more embarrassing when they began to speculate how he'd perform for her husband. The thin fabric of his single-suit (virgin white, for the occasion) left little to the imagination, but the giggling girls still found it necessary to touch his backside, contemplating out loud if he'd make it past his first night.

Jamie didn't doubt it, of course. His training hadn't overlooked that aspect of his education, but he had to admit the sight of his mistress' canine had him worried about how he'd handle the real thing. The tan-brown male was probably seven feet tall if one counted the pointed ears sticking straight up from his head and like other members of his species wore nothing but his fur.

Like the German Shepherds that had been his genetic template he was perfectly disciplined and the young male wondered if anyone who wasn't academy trained would have spotted the subtle signs of his arousal at the sight of the white-clad human. Like their mistress, he wouldn't be a virgin, but he'd be allowed, or possibly even encouraged, to do things with Jamie he wouldn't be permitted to do with a woman. With that in mind, both anxiety and eagerness were running through his head at the thought of his first night performing for his lady and her husband.

As anxious as the reception had made him, he was even more tense during the ride to what would be his new home. His mistress was seated opposite him alongside her canine companion in the spacious limo that ferried them to their destination, the comfort of the luxurious vehicle failing to relax the human male who was doing his best not to squirm under his lady's gaze. The look she gave him was devoid of any affection, but that didn't surprise Jamie. He knew he couldn't expect that, least of all from a woman.

While the boys were taught of the important, if subservient, role they played in society, by the time they were mature they realized they would be little more than pets, or even toys to the women they were wed to. The most they could hope for was to be considered a valued toy, something both appealing and useful. Try as he might, he could see no signs of such appreciation in the face of the woman who now owned him.

Her age, he knew, would be hard to guess. He was eighteen years old now and knew he'd never look much older than thirty, but that was because he was a male. Males, he'd been taught, had to be changed significantly in order to save them. This was why they owed everything they had to females and why it was important for them to always show their gratitude, but it was never explained to the boys at the Academy just how they were saved or what from.

Women were not tampered with genetically, but there were supposedly treatments to prolong youth, or at least a youthful appearance. His lady's face was youthful, its fine angular features unmarred by wrinkles and artfully made-up for the occasion. But there weren't any laugh-lines at the sides of the full lips painted a warm shade that was so dark it was almost black, a match for the elegant dress his lady was wearing.

The eyes looking at his own every now and again were of a similar shade – a deep brown that might have looked warm if it hadn't been for the tint around them that gave them an intensity that made Jamie hesitant to meet her gaze. Her hair was a pure black, thick, glossy and gathered behind her head in an elaborate bun held in place with decorative pins.

And it was an altogether different anxiety that filled his chest at the sight of the canine seated next to his lady. He knew that traditionally he would be given to the male today, as a mark of his servitude to his mistress. The training at the Academy had been… thorough. The hours and days spent in a mix of pain and pleasure and more often than not embarrassment as the instructions coached them on proper posture, reminding them that their future wives would most often be observing these matings and that they were expected to give them a show.

Jamie's heart was in his chest by the time they reached what was apparently his mistress' home – a small but elegant house surrounded by a lush green lawn with a few well-tended flower beds. For as long as he could remember he'd lived at the Academy's sprawling campus and everywhere he went seemed strange and alien to him, but at least this neighborhood bore some resemblance to the place that had been his lifelong home until yesterday. At least it was less imposing than the towering buildings of the city where the ceremony had taken place.

His lady had entered first, as the mistress of the house, and as the newest member of her household Jamie followed behind the towering canine. The insides were more luxuriously furnished than anywhere the boy had seen, and he reminded himself to thank his lady for taking him into such a lovely home. Once he was given permission to speak, of course.

The woman that was to be his mistress heaved a heavy sigh before taping away at a glowing panel built seamlessly into the arch that led to the living-room. A second later the windows lining it turned opaque, the lights in the room adjusting a fraction of a second later to compensate for the sudden lack of sunlight. But more to the point the subtle sounds of the world outside – the passing vehicles, people and bids – disappeared altogether, and Jamie was sure that the two could hear his heart beating in his chest in the suddenly mute house. He recognized a sound-dampener since they were common at the Academy, and used whenever the boys would be put through something that would cause them to make a great deal of noise.

“Uhh, at least it's over…"

The words brought Jasmine some relief, but not as much as dropping her mask usually did. The reason, of course is that she had more weighing on her conscious than the first time she'd stepped in here owning someone. She raises her eyes from the carpet and almost winced at the sight on the young male's face. He looked terrified. Of her! Although he did his best to hide it the panic showed in those wide-open blue eyes.

“J-Jamie, is it? Just… have a seat. Make yourself at home while I go wash this gunk off my face…" she managed to say, color rising to her cheeks at just how awkward she sounded.

It was even more awkward than when she'd first been alone with Brax. The towering canine had thankfully not been afraid of her, and had merely seemed cautiously curious about his new home and mistress. They could give the two-legged dogs sentience but not the power of speech, and his silence had at least made him seem calm while his mistress had babbled nervously.

Obeying his lady's first command had been easy enough, but as he sat on the nearby couch with his hands clasped in his lap, Jamie tried to puzzle out by what she'd meant by 'make yourself at home'. He considered if he should start cleaning the place up, but the house seemed spotless. He was taught that most homes these days used uninstrusive servo-bots that scurried out from behind hidden panels and performed their duties quickly and efficiently whenever a room was empty. At the Academy, cleaning and gardening was the job of the younger males, training in case their future mistresses expected them to keep their homes in order.

When his lady came back from what he suspected was the bathroom he almost didn't recognize her. The tailored gown was the same, as was the gently curved body the rich fabric was hugging, but the immaculate and domineering visage was gone. Without her carefully painted face the woman looked younger than she had at first, and Jamie guessed she had about three or four years more than his eighteen.

Without the subtle shading the lines of her face were less severe. Her chin was still pointed and her cheekbones high and prominent, but without the subtle highlights her face seemed a great deal gentler. Under their dark paint her lips were a naturally rosy hue and without the sharp lines and the smoky makeup surrounding them her deep brown eyes seemed a little sad and almost… kind. Her cheeks also looked a little fuller and seemed to hint they might dimple if their owner smiled. It took him a moment to realize that, since no woman had ever looked upon him kindly nor any human male he knew. Her hair, released from behind her head, proved to be thick and wavy, a bouncy shoulder-length mess that seemed as relieved to be free of its restraints as the young woman under it.

“Look, after all… that… I still don't even feel like we've been properly introduced. I'm Jasmine but you can call me Jas whenever it's just the three of us. And this is my husband, Brax." The woman said nervously, awkwardly avoiding referring to the towering canine as anything else. “Brax, could you get us something to drink?" she asked and the shepherd quickly obeyed.

The frightened expression of her new male seemed to soften a little after he'd seen her without what she'd come to think of as her mask. If he preferred seeing her like she really was that was definitely a good sign. Although he certainly wasn't the first Academy male she'd seen, she found looking at him more closely than she'd looked at a boy before.

In contrast to hers his hair was stark-white, with one side of his head shaved and the slightly wavy tousle brushed over to the other side, long enough that it almost covered his ear. Quite pretty, but a little less so when she knew it was one of the standard 'designs' assigned to a male nearing the end of his education. The styles varied but had a common name – Academy androgynous. They hadn't been masculine for a long while, with that role turned over to the genetically engineered canines such as the one currently busy in the kitchen. But a careful line was drawn when it came to how feminine they were allowed to look. She'd often heard how important it was for males to remember their proper place – subservient and grateful.

She'd seen old images of unaltered human males from a time long gone, and to such a specimen Jamie would look quite girlish. But by the standards of today's society one wouldn't need to look past his neck to see him for a male. His lips were slightly less full than hers were, the chin a touch wider and the line of his jaw a little more prominent. The skin covering his face was fair and perfectly smooth, and would remain so. Facial hair was just one of the things human males 'lost' during their alteration.

“Jamie, are you feeling all right?" she asked, realizing that the young man was still quite tense and that her silent staring had probably done little to put him at ease.

“I'm fine Mistress…"

“Jas." She corrected him.

“J…" Jamie tried to utter the word but it seemed stuck in his throat. Was this a test? Even addressing his lady by her name so soon would be disrespectfully familiar, much less a nickname.

“Jasmine, if you really have to." She added, giving him a little smile she hoped would help calm him.

“J-Jasmine… it's just that…" he trailed off and before he could stop himself his eyes had flicked to the panel that had activated the silencing field around the house.

“Oh! Don't worry about that. It's the first thing I do whenever I walk past that door."

“W-why?" he asked, relieved at the thought he wasn't in trouble, but still somewhat puzzled. The streets outside were anything but noisy and in this time of year the sun's rays were still gentle enough that they could be allowed to shine without diming the windows.

“Because I trust my technical skills enough to root out any bugs hidden around here, but prying eyes and ears out there are another thing…"

“You are being spied on?" Jamie asked just as Brax came back in carrying a tray. He set down a glass of iced tea in front of him and their mistress. For himself he picked up a large water bottle with a pour-spigot, since his muzzle made drinking out of glasses tricky. He also picked up a long strip of meat cured until it was as dry as leather and seated himself on the couch, leaning back as he bit the tough snack and began to tug and tear it.

“I might be. I… I do what I have to and act the way I'm expected to outside of these walls, so how I run my household is nobody's business but my own!" she said, realizing that she was getting a little too testy when she saw the worried expression on Jamie's face.

“Look, don't worry it's just… Ugh, I had actually hoped this would get easier the second time."

“S-second time?"

“I explained the same thing to Brax when I first got him. I'm not sure what you've been told about his kind, but they're pretty sharp, even though they don't always show it…" she said, sparing a glance at the muscular canine leaning back and lustily gnawing his meaty treat. “I'm kind of… different. I felt a bit out of place my whole life, but something clicked when I was first given my canine. When it really sunk in that I now own another sentient being. It's…" she began, but suddenly found herself unable to speak as a familiar lump rose in her throat.

“Mi… Jasmine?" Jamie asked, correcting himself mid-word.

“It's sick…" Jas finally pushed the words passed her throat and her voice became a hiss as it left her mouth. “Either me, or the rest of the world. The day that all my friends celebrated as the day they finally became women was, for me, the worst day of my life." She said, becoming aware that the dog seated next to her had stopped his chewing and was looking at her. He never did like it when she got in this mood.

“But I thought that… with him being your husband…" Jamie spoke, but couldn't seem to find a polite way of phrasing the question on his mind. He was taught that after the changes human males went through the canine hybrids were introduced to fill some of the masculine roles left vacant. To provide women with protection and a certain type of physical affection. And they were supposedly bred to excel at both.

“It's not as grim as all that. I love the big lug to bits…" she said, smiling a little and reaching out to scratch at Brax's furry shoulder. “But not the way I'm supposed to. I'm… a virgin." She said, blushing as she realized this was the first time she'd told anyone her dirty little secret. She supposed it wasn't entirely true, since a few days after she got her canine she broke her own hymen. Jas knew she had a check-up coming up and was sure her doctor would have informed her mother of anything suspicious. “He isn't, of course, since they are trained on…" she began, and cursed herself for her blunder mid-sentence.

Jamie wasn't taken aback at his mistress statement. It was made clear to the boys once they were finishing their education that any of them who didn't get picked within their final year would be sent to the canine training facilities. This wasn't officially phrased as a threat, but merely to console them that if women didn't find the appealing they would still have an opportunity to be of use to society.

“I know he had needs so I've tried… that is I help him out as best I can…" Jas said, her cheeks burning as she felt like all her awkward attempts to relieve Brax were playing like a film on her forehead. “It's not a medical issue. I… that is certain stimulation down there can feel… relaxing." She lied clumsily, since all her attempts to satisfy her own urges had ended in sweat and frustration. “But he was bought and given to me as a gift, something for me to use when I needed to. As much as I care for him, and as much as I know he cares for me…" she said, with Brax proving her point by craning his neck and giving a little lick to the hand on his shoulder. “I feel that if I ever crossed that line I'd be doing just that – using him and reducing him to a thing."

Jamie simply nodded to that. He was still confused by the attitudes of his new mistress and his position in respect to her, but the relationship between him and her canine would no doubt be a great deal more straightforward. The sight of Brax was still intimidating despite the big dog's relaxed posture, but it was also beginning to stir things in him, just the way they'd been assured the presence of a canine would.

“Outside of these walls I… I will have to behave with you the way society expects. I will have to be cold, routinely demeaning towards you, and appear eager to punish you for any infraction." Jasmine spoke, and Jamie could see her hands tightening into fists in her lap. The sight of it filled him with unease. Why did the idea of behaving normally upset her so? “The act disgusts me, but it is something I can't change. My mother is a Hierarch. I'm not sure how much you know about them but they… run things."

A fresh bitterness crept into Jasmine's voice as she mentioned her mother. It wasn't an official title. Deep down there was still the vestige of a legitimate government but it was buried and kept safely out of public view but those who held real power. One's office or tittle wasn't, after all, nearly as important as the influence one wielded. There were even still elections, but Jas suspected they had been a farce ever since the introduction of a meritocratic electoral system, where ones perceived 'contribution to the nation' dictated how many votes they controlled. And what made her even more bitter was that her mother was intent on grooming her for the same position. One that most women her age would kill for.

“But whenever were alone and away from prying eyes I will treat you like a person. It… it's not much but that's all I can do for you…" she said, and the tone of honest regret filled the young male with a strange sense of dread. This was how the world was, how it had been for… ages. He'd been certain that the anxiety this day had filled him with was just his nerves acting up. That everything was perfectly fine and he was just flustered from meeting a lot of new people and settling in with his mistress in a new home.

Jasmine was a woman, and it seemed one ranked highly even among those who stood at the top of society. Along with the other boys at the academy he'd always viewed females with a kind of awe – they could do anything and always seemed to know what should be done. They had the freedom to say what they pleased, do what they pleased and go wherever they pleased. So why did this woman act and speak as if she was a prisoner?

*******

The day had been… strange, to say the least. The Academy was supposed to prepare them thoroughly so that upon entering their new home they would fit into their role seamlessly, but his new mistress didn't behave anything like he'd been schooled a woman would. She'd been amicable as she showed him around the house, but wouldn't give him any chores, insisting he should have some time to 'settle in'. Jamie wasn't sure what that meant but was hesitant to ask, not wishing to appear stupid as well as awkward.

Dinner time was also a shock. Not only did Jasmine not want him to serve her or her canine, but she insisted he join them. At the same table! Much of his training had focused on meal-time etiquette, and he knew there were generally several accepted roles for a male like him. Often he would be expected to serve his mistress and any potential guests, and sometimes a woman would favor her canine by having him waited on as well. Some would prefer to dine alone, in which case he was to eat his own meal in the kitchen rather than the dining area.

They were also told that some women liked to dote on their boys and would actually feed them from their own plate! On such occasions a male was to kneel at his mistress' side and wait attentively, looking up in silent supplication. When offered a bite he was to take it gently, especially if his mistress was feeding him by hand, and to be sure to thank her properly after every mouthful.

Sitting at Jasmine's side and eating the same food that she and Brax were enjoying was unheard of and Jamie was aware of his cheeks burning all through the meal as he worried whether or not he was behaving correctly. They'd relaxed after the meal and after a while Jasmine announced it was time for bed. This put Jamie at ease, since something was finally happening the way he was taught it would – it was the mistress of the house who decided when the day was over.

“M-Jasmine… if I could trouble you to show me to my cot or bedroll…"

“Oh! I'm sorry I hadn't thought of that. Brax and I share a bed so I guess I just assumed you'd join us…" Jas said apologetically, and Jamie felt color rise to his pale cheeks. He knew that some women grew quite fond of their canine husbands and allowed them to share their bed, while some preferred their pets to sleep together. He'd never heard of a woman sharing a bed with a human male. “Before you make up your mind, let me show you what I mean…" she said, smiling gently as she led him, presumably towards the bedroom.

Jasmine couldn't help but grin at the sight of Jamie's face when he saw the bed in question. She suspected her face must have looked something like that when her mother had first shown her around her new house.

“You see, my mother - traditional woman that she is - figured a bed was much more than a place where you lay down to sleep." She said, as if that could explain the mattressed monstrosity making a spacious room seem cozy by its very size. The thing was ten feet by ten feet and Jas didn't even want to think about what her mother had imagined the bed would be used for if she thought that this was an appropriate size.

She hoped Jamie wouldn't notice a few of the 'extras', such as the rings set in the headboard, or the ones along the edges. Ones that leashes, ropes or chains could be conveniently clipped to. She'd never used them, of course, but she'd spent an hour of one day working with her nail file to create the illusion of wear and tear. Her mother visited her every once in a while and she didn't trust the woman to keep her nose out of her bedroom. There were also the walls – covered in a special material, they gave of a pearl-like luster under the warm, soft light of the room, but Jas knew for a fact that both the ceiling and any of the walls could turn reflective on command.

“I can see about getting you your own bed in the morning, if you prefer, but it looks like you're stuck with sharing this monster with us for tonight…" she said, smiling bashfully at the realization that she hadn't considered Jamie's sleeping arrangements.

“If it's fine with you, Jasmine…" the boy replied, blushing a little as his new mistress began to disrobe. His hand flew to the zipper of his body-glove on reflex, following the rules drilled into him since childhood – he was never to be seated if his mistress was standing, and never to be clothed if she wasn't, unless ordered otherwise.

As his hand slid the zipper down his eyes remained on Jasmine until he caught himself staring and quickly averted his gaze. He felt the heat rise to his cheeks at the brief glimpse of an almost unclothed female. Her body was as toned and slender as his own, but he couldn't help but notice the way her hips flared and the strangely attractive swell of her chest. Even though males like him were not expected to be aroused by the female form, they were taught since an early age that it was the ideal beauty, and that in their generosity females had brought them as close to it as a male could come.

Since his body was merely a poor imitation of hers, Jamie didn't expect to catch her eye. The pair of eyes he did feel on him belonged to Brax, Jasmine's husband and his… mate. The thought was enough to make the young male pause for a second, his breath catching in his throat as memories of his time at the Academy surfaced.

In their final years, they'd witnessed several live demonstrations of the sort of couplings that were a human male's duty. They'd watched through a one-way mirror as a training boy went through the whole thing with an attending canine, with an instructor lecturing them and pointing out important details.

His training came back to him and as he slid the thin white fabric of one shoulder he remembered to do it slowly enough to look appealing but not too slow so as not to appear hesitant. He remembered the way that boy had looked – eager yet demure, cowed by the eyes of the larger male staring at every square inch of exposed flesh. When it came time to slide the garment off himself he made sure to turn his back to Brax. That had been one of the details they were told to pay attention to – they should never miss an opportunity to present for their mate. And as he bent over and pulled his legs from the suit he knew just how exposed he was to the canine.

He could smell him now, or more to the point he was conscious of his smell. He knew that they were conditioned, both genetically and mentally, to respond to a male canine's pheromones and with each breath Jamie felt his arousal mount. His slender shaft remained flaccid between his legs, but that was normal. It was unheard of for a boy to become erect without any penetration whatsoever. Brax's more impressive shaft would work differently. He remembered how they'd all been amazed when the training male had gotten his mate's cock to unsheathe and grow fully erect just by gently rubbing the swelling sheath.

“Oh!"

The feminine gasp had the boy turning on his heels, worried that he might have done something wrong while lost in thought. He saw Jasmine standing in white cotton underwear and a loose-fitting camisole, her hand covering her mouth and a blush spreading across her cheeks.

“I… at the Academy we were always told to sleep in the nude. And I had thought that you might want to have me… You mentioned having trouble relieving Brax…" he finished shyly.

Jas was aware her cheeks had warmed up at the sight of Jamie's fair-skinned body, but they were burning as she understood his meaning. She knew this was coming, and that things in her life were bound to get more complicated, but she'd hoped she would somehow be prepared to meet them once they arose.

It was hard to gauge Jamie's feelings towards the act that, traditionally, should have already taken place. The slim shaft between his legs, hairless as was the rest of his body, was completely flaccid, but she knew that was no indicator. It was part of the initial modifications and the more extensive treatments administered at the Academy. Men, she knew, had once grown erect when aroused, and could achieve release by merely stroking their members. But men had been extinct for some time now, and only boys like Jamie remained.

It had been awkward enough helping Brax out whenever the sight of her got him a little too worked up. Her conscience complicated things that for the rest of her friends were blissfully simple – allowing the canine to do what he was meant to and provide his hard-working mistress with some masculine affection.

She knew her hands weren't an ideal substitute, but they proved effective enough. A female climax (she heard) was a subtle thing to an observer, but with a male like Brax it was anything but, a fact that she'd learned before she learned that she should always aim it away from her face. She knew that boys like Jamie had been conditioned not only submit to canines, but to actually derive pleasure form mating with them. The solution seemed easy enough – leave the two alone and let nature take its course.

Except it wasn't really nature. Being privileged meant she had access to information that wasn't freely available. It wasn't nature that had put human males in a position designed to humiliate and subjugate them, even if they didn't realize that was happening. Allegedly the poor things couldn't even achieve release any way apart from being taken by a canine, and the more time they spent near one the more desperate they were for that release. Jamie looked so frail standing in front of her, and the image of her husband's massive member entering a place it was never truly meant to go was enough to make her shudder.

“N-not tonight. I think we've all had a long day, best we just get some sleep…" she said, putting off something she doubted would get any better in the morning.

*******

“Mistress…"

Jasmine had heard Jamie speak and was about to correct him, but after she turned to see his face she realized why he'd lapsed back into his Academy training. It was the morning of their third day together, and it looked like she would be forced to do something she'd been putting off. The second day of their little marriage had been slightly tense, but bearable. The effect the two males were having on each other was becoming evident, and Jas had taken Brax to the bathroom to give him some quick relief since the tip of his shaft had been peeking about an inch from his sheath all morning and it would be suspicious for him to be seen like that outside, especially since she now had someone like Jamie to help the canine with his problem.

Brax had seemed a little frustrated that they were back to their old arrangement, and she was sure that he couldn't understand why she just didn't let him mount their new housemate. He'd probably accepted that his mistress was a little peculiar, but the boy seemed to respond to his presence the way he was supposed to. That morning it was enough for Jasmine to keep her hands wrapped around the knotted red shaft, trying to hold on to it while the muscular male thrust into her grip. Once the red bulb was swollen she spared one hand to grip it and squeeze, simulating a tie and allowing the pent-up dog to cum.

As always she'd watched with a strange detachment as his massive testicles drew up and began to twitch with every pulse he sent spraying against the tiled wall, the white ropes another reminder of just why she'd desperately tried to put off letting him mount Jamie. The final humiliation inflicted on human males, even if they seemed unaware of it. And if she couldn't stop him from being mounted, at least she'd try and avoid having him suffer the indignity of carrying Brax's puppies.

“How bad is… it?" she asked softly. When Jamie remained silent and just bit down on his lower lip she knew that it was getting too much for him.

“All right Jamie, I'll… that is we'll… I want to see if there is a better way to do this. I don't know what they told you but it's going to hurt if I just let him mount you. It's meant to. I want to see if there's a gentler way to get both of you some release, since I'm pretty sure it has never been tried before. Understand?"

The young man just nodded in response, his expression one of both anxiety and an eagerness Jas found disquieting. It was still morning but she didn't have anywhere she had to be today. She was an intern at her mother's firm and she'd been granted a graciously lengthy honeymoon. As much as she tried to procrastinate, Jasmine found herself kneeling on her massive bed, along with her two males.

All three of them were nude – the two of them for obvious reasons, but she'd disrobed in the hopes that the sight of her might arouse Jamie further and allow him to achieve release without being fully penetrated by the imposing shaft even now sliding out of Brax's sheath. Every Academy male was attracted to males, but Jas wasn't sure if it was exclusively to males. And despite the fact that her conscience had turned her into a cold fish, she knew for a fact she looked attractive.

The young man's eyes certainly seemed to flick to her every now and then, but only after she'd assured him it was fine for him to look. There seemed to be some sort of interest in his gaze, and the parts of her that caught his blue eyes seemed to be the same ones that caught those of the canine kneeling behind the boy.

“All right Jamie now… make yourself comfortable…" she said, her cheeks turning red as she clumsily tried to avoid instructing the young man to assume the position.

Jamie found his body obeying almost instantly, the nervous tension suppressed by the growing need to mate with the canine eyeing him. His mistress still seemed uncomfortable with this and he felt a bit guilty about causing her such discomfort. It had taken more effort than he'd let on to endure being near a canine male all this time, and this morning it had grown too severe to hide.

He shuddered as his hands touched the silky bed sheets, his back arching on instinct, remembering many painful swats form a time when he'd do this along with the other boys, lined up in a neat row as an instructor went along it and corrected their posture when and where necessary. But this was the first time he'd had someone other than a stern-faced woman examining him from this angle. The nostrils of his small nose were flaring, desperate to take in more of his mate's scent, the smell that was becoming more powerful with every inch of canine flesh that slid from Brax's sheath.

“Okay then. Brax, I know what sort of things they must have taught you, but you know that I've got my funny little ways. I want you to be gentle with Jamie. He's no more your toy than you are mine. So for starters just… get him ready…" she stammered out.

She'd meant to instruct Brax to perform anilingus but wound up just awkwardly using a euphemism. But as she'd pointed out Brax was smarter than he let on, and he was making sure to be gentle as he placed a massive paw-like hand on each of the boy's cheeks, his thumbs slipping between them and parting them even wider.

Jamie had whimpered softly when he felt the canine's touch, pushing back just a little against the strong hands gripping his behind. He was panting even before he felt the male's breath on his exposed rosebud and almost squealed out loud when the sensation of soft huffs was replaced by that of a velvety tongue flicking across his pink ring.

He felt his pucker tense on reflex, but he soon caught himself and forced himself to relax. After all, that was what they were taught – mating would be more pleasurable if they surrendered themselves to their males. Pain was nature's way of punishing a boy who was making things needlessly difficult by tensing up. He figured that at least had to be true, since the moment he'd relaxed he could feel the tip of Brax' tongue gently pressing just a little further past his pucker, the promise of the pleasure their instructors told them was the reward of an obedient boy.

He felt some of his anxiety leave him now that the larger male had him in his grip. The tongue was pressing a little more insistently and he could feel himself parting around it. It was considerate of his mistress to instruct their husband to prepare him like this, since the shaft that he'd seen peeking form Brax's sheath had looked quite imposing. He hoped she'd at least be able to enjoy the sight of them mating.

For a moment the sight of Jamie on all fours with Brax lovingly licking away between those firm cheeks he was palming made Jas consider if she was over-reacting and letting her guilt get in the way of what those two wanted. But one glance at the red length bobbing between the shepherd's legs strengthened her resolve. As gentle as Brax was being, Jamie just seemed too frail for something like that.

“Jamie, I'm going to try touching you now. I want you to try and focus on what I'm doing as well as what Brax is…" she said, and the panting boy nodded.

Jasmine reached out, sliding her hand along the young man's trim belly until he fingers brushed against what she was looking for. She let Jamie's tumescent shaft rest on her palm a little before gently wrapping her fingers around the slender length. He still wasn't erect, but his member seemed slightly bigger now that he was getting some attention.

Her research suggested the males had had their nerves deadened until the penis was no longer really an erogenous zone. A careful little bit of meddling, since they still had to be able to produce semen and ejaculate. Supposedly, only being tied – that is having a canine push his knot inside them before it got too swollen to do so – would allow an Academy male to climax. Since no woman would demean herself by letting a boy mount her, their seed was collected, and the male's mistress would either go to her doctor to be inseminated or use an applicator to do it herself.

But even if having his shaft stimulated wasn't enough to relieve Jamie the way it served to relieve Brax, it might help her spare him some of the more painful and demeaning experiences he was meant to be subject to. After all, if Brax's tongue and her stroking proved enough to get him off, the two of them could easily give the big dog his reward.

“How's that Jamie? Do you feel anything?" she said, inexpertly fondling his flaccid maleness.

“It – ah! – feels nice…" the boy said.

In truth he wasn't sure if his mistress' touch was really doing anything, at least compared to the intense sensations coming from his behind, but he felt strangely honored that she was bothering with him. He'd been taught that some women greatly enjoyed watching their pets mate, and it seemed normal that during their time some of them would lavish their attentions of their canine lovers, but he'd never heard of one paying such special attention to what was clearly a lesser male. So lost in thought was he that he was taken by surprise when the tongue that had been licking all across his winking rosebud pushed through it and slid a few inched inside him.

When she heard Jamie cry out and felt the slender shaft throb a little in her grip, Jas had first been sure that she was right to try this. It was with some disappointment when she realized that the boy's cock was merely reacting to the increased level of stimulation he was getting from the canine pushing his muzzle between those pale cheeks. If Jamie realized just how much this act was meant to demean and subjugate him he showed no signs of it. He seemed to have the same uncomplicated attitude towards sex as the dog diligently preparing his rump.

Jamie had experienced sexual stimulation, and even climaxes before. Whenever they were watching a live demonstration, each of the Academy males had an inflatable plug inserted up a well-lubed pucker with a thin wire leading to a sensor on their slender shafts. The toys inside them would slowly inflate during the spectacle, but would shrink suddenly if the device detected they were close to orgasm. This was meant to properly condition them, keeping them on edge and only allowing them to achieve release when the rutting canine had tied with his moaning and whimpering assistant.

But they hadn't been able to smell the powerful male back then, and the young male's mind was already swimming, his hands gripping the sheets from only about an inch or two of the dog's tongue slipping past his pink ring. He could feel his petite cock grow stiff in his mistress' gentle grip, and hoped this would please her. Her caress was somewhat awkward, especially to one used to the firm and confident touch of an Academy instructor, and he wasn't sure if it was really doing anything. It felt nice, because she was being gentle and kind with him but the idea still seemed absurd that a human male could climax from having his member played with.

“Come on Jamie, you can do this. Just relax and let it happen…" Jas spoke softly into the panting male's ear, trying to sound as sensual as she could as she tried stroking his now stiff length. She hoped that this would be enough, that the belief that males couldn't orgasm this way came from women who had no interest in letting them. But her hopes were dashed the moment the boy she was stroking spoke.

“Ah! Jasmine… please…"

His voice was breathless, almost a whimper and the sound of it had sent a strange tingle traveling down Jasmine's spine. Brax ears had perked up at the sound that must have been even more telling to the canine's sharp hearing. With his hands still firmly holding the tightly curved rump being pushed back against them he looked up at his mistress, asking for permission with a deep murring sound. She'd wanted to avoid this but both of the males clearly wanted it to happen. If she couldn't stop it, she was determined to at least make it as easy for Jamie as she could.

“All right, but just wait for a second. Both of you…" she said, crawling across the giant bed to her nightstand. The tube was where she'd left it, hoping it wouldn't be needed. During the ceremony where she was wed to Brax and recognized as a woman she received the traditionally 'practical' gifts from her friends. These included various leather accessories for her new male, handy restraints, leashes, a crop or two as well as something meant to make a virgin's first experience a little easier.

She crawled back to the two males, and tube in hand glanced at the pucker glistening between Jamie's spread cheeks. To his credit Brax had put in good effort to make his mate ready for what was to come, and the pink ring seemed to be a little looser that it was when she first saw it.

“Now just relax for me. I'm going to make sure you can take him a little more easily…" she said, popping the cap of and bringing the tapered tip closer and closer to the boy's winking opening. The applicator slid in easily, and she wondered if Jamie could even feel the slim bit of plastic after being worked over by the panting canine's thick tongue. She gave the tube a good squeeze which drew a sharp gasp from Jamie.

“Oh, sorry. I guess I should have warmed it up a little first…" she said, blushing at the sight of his pucker clenching around the slim tube.

She slipped it out and squeezed some more of the clear goo on the outside of the boy's pucker, tenderly rubbing it all over his ring with a finger. The sound that left Jamie's throat as she massaged his entrance was quite telling, as was the way he pushed his rear out. Jas was already blushing, but she was sure she'd turned as red as a beet when her touch relaxed the young male enough for the tip of her finger to slip inside him.

Trying to get her breathing under control, she moved on to Brax. Whether it was the tonguing or the sight of his mistress preparing his mate that got him excited, there was no denying the large canine was eager. His cock was all the way out of its sheath, the knot at the base plain to see but Jasmine knew from experience it hadn't even begun to inflate yet. She poured a line of lube down the red monster and gave it a few strokes with one hand.

She bit her lower lip at the sight of her thumb and middle finger barely meeting, worried how Jamie could possibly take it. The sight of Brax's erection was strangely captivating and it took a whine from him for Jasmine to realize she'd zoned out and that the throbbing length was glistening and as ready for action as its owner.

“Is… is that smell…"

“Yes." Jasmine replied, guessing Jamie's question. “One of my friends thought it would be hilariously appropriate, given my name." she finished, releasing Brax's canine cock and watching with baited breath as the larger male positioned himself behind his soon-to-be mate.

“All right, now listen to me…" she spoke to Brax, taking hold of his muzzle and turning him so that his eyes were on hers. “I know what you were trained to do, but you know just what I think of that training. You will go slowly and gently, and if I decide that Jamie can't take any more, that's as far as you go. And I also know just how smart you really are, so don't try any 'dumb dog' stuff with me. Understood?" she asked, and Brax nodded as best he could with the underside of his muzzle resting on her hand. If he was disappointed with the rules, those perked ears didn't show it.

Jamie looked back and his eyes went wide at the sight of the glistening canine shaft bobbing so close to his exposed rear. It looked massive from this angle and he remembered the sight of the training males straining to take them, but after the sensation of the powerful male's tongue probing him back there he was desperate to feel more, even if it hurt. He arched his back and trust his rear out as far as possible, his heart beating wiildly in his chest as he eagerly awaited to feel the heat of Brax's tip on his lube-slicked ring.

Jasmine's eyes were wide as she watched Brax grip the human male's slender hips, holding it still as he brought his red cock closer to the boy's winking opening. The heavy length bobbed and twitched, spraying the pale crease and the pink pucker in its center. Almost without realizing she was doing it, Jas lifted the steely shaft with one hand while the other spread Jamie's cheeks just a little bit wider, opening him up before the red tip pressed against it.

She figured she might have been a bit too generous with the lube as the squelching sound of the canine member spearing the young male's twitching hole almost drowned out a shuddering gasp and a rumbling growl. Her mouth was agape at the sight of Jamie's ring stretching as the first inch sunk in and then disappearing from sight as they boy's ass dimpled inwards from the pressure. It looked like it should hurt, in the very least – with its tip stuck between those pert cheeks Brax's shaft looked even more imposing, while Jamie's behind seemed far too delicate to take such a beast.

Another rumble brought her attention to the muscular canine. His eyes were glued to the human male's behind, nostrils flaring and his grip tight and secure on the boy's slim hips. His muscles were always clearly visible despite the lush coat covering him, and she could see them twitching along his powerful form as he held both instinct and training in check. She wasn't sure if it was out of obedience to her wishes, or genuine concern and affection to his new mate.

“Jamie, are you all right?" she asked, but she knew the answer even before the blue-eyed boy gave a breathy 'Yes'. She could see his cock from where she was standing, and the slender shaft was now fully erect, a drop of moisture swelling at the tip as the slim member twitched. She gave Brax a nod and the canine wasted little time, pushing another two inches slowly but steadily into the young man's virgin pucker.

The sensation of being penetrated was nothing new to Jamie, but every time it had happened before it had been somewhat clinical. This wasn't a sterilized length of silicone being pushed into him. It was hot, and alive, an extension of the male that would breed him for the first time in his life. Whenever his ring would clench up a little he could feel a responding twitch from the steely rod, hear Brax murr behind him and feel him press his clawed thumbs into the sensitive dimples at the top of each cheek.

There was some pain, but he'd come to expect that. Being penetrated had always hurt at the Academy, even when it brought him pleasure. But nobody there, apart from the other boys, had cared if he felt pain. The instructors were making sure there was no actual damage and that he behaved and responded the way they wanted him to. The grip of the male behind him was dominant but affectionate, those keen ears no doubt focused on the minutiae of the sounds he was making. And there was also the matter of his mistress…

He looked to one side and was surprised at the expression on her face. Females had watched as he was penetrated before, but this wasn't the impassive and evaluating mask of an instructor, or the barely hidden sadistic glee of a disciplinary proctor. Jasmine's lips were parted gently, her eyes staring at the sight in front of her with a strange intensity. Her ample breasts rose and fell with each deep breath, the rosy-pink areolae contracting as her nipples stiffened. It was his first sight of naked female arousal, and part of him felt glad that the sight of him and Brax mating could bring their mistress some pleasure. He still found it difficult to understand why she saw this as something terrible, or why she'd denied herself the delight he was even now experiencing.

Jasmine wondered if watching this was a mistake, but try as she might she couldn't unglue her eyes off the pair. She was sure that Jamie would wind up trying to suppress whimpers and possibly fake pleasure so as to put on a pleasing show for his mistress. The act of Brax pushing himself slowly deeper inside him was a strain, and she could see delicate muscles on his back and buttocks twitch every now and again under that smooth, snowy-white skin.

But there were physical reactions he couldn't possibly be faking. She ran one hand across his chest, her feather-light touch feeling his own nipples growing as stiff as her own. The hand slid further down, picking up on the delicate tremors of his trim belly until the back of it brushed against something warm and moist.

The boy's cock was hardly impressive as she ran her fingers along it, especially after she'd had Brax's steely member in her grip minutes before. But as delicate as the human male's shaft was in terms of size, it was now just as hard as the canine's had been. He was enjoying this. Brax had not even bottomed out yet (although there was now only an inch or so left apart from the knot) but she could feel Jamie's member throb in her gentle grip, her hand growing wetter as the young man's tip leaked all over her fingers.

The sensation of his cock being touched was a somewhat strange one for Jamie. He wasn't clear on what his mistress was trying to accomplish, but it felt sort of comfortable having her fingers wrapped around his stiff length. The only interest the women at the Academy had even shown in what lay between their boys' legs was to occasionally collect what came out of them on those occasions they were allowed to climax, and adjust a male's diet and supplements if they weren't satisfied with what they got. He wondered if that was what his mistress had in mind, although given how atypical she was he doubted it. Still, he was certain he wouldn't disappoint. Praise was scarce at the Academy, but on more than one occasion he'd been called 'productive' in an approving tone by an instructor examining his sample.

He gasped when the smooth passage of canine flesh into his well-stuffed behind was stopped by something big and hard pressing against his straining pucker. He knew what it was, of course. He remembered watching a bulky dog grip a training boy tight as he ground the red bulb against the stretched opening, the collective wince of the watching males and the soft chuckle of the attending instructor when the furry hips gave one savage thrust and pushed the knot into a hole it had seemed far too large to fit inside.

The training male had cried out in pain when the thing was plunged into him, but as the muscular canine covered him and continued to softly grind his crotch against the boy's rump the cries seamlessly turned to moans. The instructor told them to pay close attention to what they were seeing – the bliss that was the reward of a human male fulfilling his role in society. The boy – they were told – was in heat and they were watching him being bred just as our mistress (should we be lucky enough to attract one) would watch us, or the way other Academy males would if we didn't get picked. They pointed out the young man's posture – back arched and head raised – and the nature of the noises he was making. Our future mistresses, she explained, would honor their boys by sharing her lovers with them, and it was up to the human male to show his gratitude.

“Okay, that's as far as you go…" Jas said, trying to keep her voice level and authoritative. The moment the words were passed her lips both males turned to look at her.

“But Mist…I mean Jasmine… I can… that is I'm supposed to…" Jamie tried to speak, but after taking the canine's steely length and feeling it throb inside him it was hard to think straight, let alone talk. “If he doesn't tie with me I can't…"

“I know that's what they told you, but I have reason to believe you can. There's a special spot just inside you that's very, very sensitive…" Jas spoke, trying to sound confident and sensual. The truth was she saw the prostate gland on a medical diagram and had read up on it, but she had even less practical knowledge about that than the parts of sexual anatomy that she did have. “Can you feel it pressing up against Brax's shaft?" she said, gently squeezing the boy's cock as she moved her hand up its lenght and across his tip.

It had been deadened to the point that it had no more nerve endings than the rest of his skin, but now that it was stiff it seemed to be responding on some reflex that was still present even in a modified male. As the slender rod flexed in her grip, she saw his pucker tighten around the monster buried up to the knot in it. This drew an approving murr from Brax and a promising gasp from Jamie, and Jas could imagine that sensitive little nut pressing against the red spire nestled between the boy's cheeks.

“Feel that? Just focus on that feeling and let it happen…" she said, aware of the irony that she was giving someone advice on how to reach orgasm. Great job, Dr. Jasmine. And when you're done with him, maybe you could take another look at Patient Zero?

“All right Brax, you can start thrusting, but remember to be gentle. I'm sure that Jamie feels a lot better than my hands and that you'll have little trouble getting off, will you?" she asked, and the energetic wag of a bushy tail was her reply.

Jamie's eyes almost rolled back in his head once the canine mounting him began to slowly withdraw. His mistress was right, and now that the smooth red cock was moving across it more smoothly he could feel its hard surface rubbing against something inside him, the same thing the toys at the institute had pressed against whenever they were inflated.

He wasn't sure how much of the red length had slid out of him when Brax reversed direction, but he was aware of his toes curling and his cock leaking into his mistress hand when it was once again pushed inside him. He guessed his mate must have pulled out almost all the way because he could feel the tapered tip prod against that spot inside him before the rest of the rosy girth slid across it. At the Academy he'd never been able to cum without the sensation of a synthetic knot growing in him, but those moments that had seemed like ecstasy back then seemed almost mechanical now.

It was a different thing to feel Brax gripping his hips as he began to mate him, the tender but possessive way those strong fingers dug into his flesh. As a familiar sensation began to build deep inside him he was surprised by just how much he was enjoying the feeling of being rutted rather than merely stimulated to completion. At the academy there had been machines that they would position themselves in front of and that would simulate the act of a canine's thrusting, but even though Brax seemed as tireless as those devices, there was no comparing the feel of his warm member claiming him over and over, or the mess leaking into him with every thrust.

Jas found herself mesmerized by the act taking place in front of her. The movements of the large dog's hips were fluid and betrayed just how much practice he'd had at the facility that raised such magnificent specimens. But looking at Jamie one would never guess that the petite male had until recently been a virgin, especially by the way he gasped with his canine lover's every stroke.

She was aware of a strange voyeuristic thrill building in her chest (or, if she was being honest somewhat lower), a flame fanned by Brax's thrusting and the throb of Jamie's cocklet in her hand. Her eyes were caught by the sight of the fair-skinned male's parted lips and the tongue hanging just past them as an increase in his mate's tempo had him panting. There was a sudden temptation to position herself in front of Jamie, gently grip that pointed chin and guide that idle mouth to her…

A surge of guilt quickly burst that bubble, and in order to prevent any other thoughts of that order Jasmine let her free hand slip down her stomach, past the small tuft of soft dark hair until the fingertips reached her sex and her eyes went wide. She was soaked! Her lips quivered at her touch as she ran her hands over the intimate mess, astonished that her juices had been trickling down the insides of her things without her noticing.

A high-pitched moan from Jamie overrode any remaining sense of wonder of restraint, and Jas found herself pushing two fingers into the mess between her legs, both her jaw and the muscles in her slender legs tightening at the strangely electric sensation this penetration produced. It would seem she'd been right – arousal really ultimately came from the mind. Her efforts to relieve herself had never been successful, but she realized she'd never really been aroused. There was only so much clumsy fingering could do when you didn't permit yourself to fantasize, for fear of giving into the temptation of seeing males as toys only there for her enjoyment.

But there was no denying how much these two were enjoying their coupling, and the sight had her more aroused than Jasmine had thought possible. She allowed herself to focus on the spectacle taking place in front of her, immersing herself fully in vigorous mating. She caught herself staring at the fine muscles of Jamie's back as it arched almost painfully, the boy doing his best to thrust his rear as far out as he could to meet the thrusts of the larger male pistoning his glistening length between those cheeks.

She noticed they were blushing, the pale skin turning red form the impact of Brax's body, those rock-hard muscles half-hidden by the shepherd's lush coat. She could hear the passage of the canine rod as it slid in and out of the recently deflowered pucker, the messy sounds as the lubricant she'd used was flushed out, the scent of jasmine replaced by a far more intimate musk. And Jamie's shaft was now as hard as steel in her messy hand, to the point that she found her heart fluttering every time she gave him a little squeeze.

A low rumbling caught her ear, a sound similar yet unlike any she'd heard coming from the muscular dog as he shortened his strokes and began to jack-hammer at Jamie's up-turned behind. She saw that knot swelling, a similar one seeming to form in her throat even as her fingers pumped without her realizing, matching the vigorous tempo. That was a familiar sight, one she'd seen when helping relieve Brax's tension in the only way her conscience would allow. But his only noises than had been muttered murrs followed by happy panting once he was done. This long, low growl seemed to resonate in Jasmine's very bones, and she knew that the Jamie would feel it even more intimately.

With the canine's climax imminent she hoped she'd been right and that the boy moaning as he was rutted would achieve release as well. She bit her lip at the thought that her kind intention to spare Jamie that massive knot might leave him desperately frustrated if he failed to achieve release.

“Jas! He's… he's…" Jamie cried out, his voice reed-thin and his head craned to look at her with glassy eyes and a flushed face. One look at the huge throbbing bulb grinding against the boy's pucker told her just what Brax was doing.

“Shh, just relax and let it happen…" she husked, stroking the boy's shaft as her fingers dipped in and out of her own needy sex. “Come on Jamie, cum for me…" she said, her own breath in short supply as something built up within her.

When she felt the slender length in her hand throb she acted on some sort of instinct and gripped the swelling head of Jamie's shaft, stroking and squeezing it as hard as she dared. Even before the long, shaky gasp left the boy's throat she knew he'd managed to achieve release, the mushrooming tip of his cock sending surprisingly strong spurts of warm, gooey spunk spraying into her fisted hand.

A sharp gasp left her mouth before she bit her lower lip almost hard enough to break the skin. As Jamie's member continued to pulse wildly in her grip and fill her hand with his warm seed she felt something go off inside her. It was a struggle to remain kneeling upright as her sex clenched around the fingers buried as deep between her soaked lips as she could get them, her toes curling and her pupils narrowing to pinpricks as her first ever orgasm wracked her long neglected body.

The episode, she knew, had lasted seconds but she found it impossible to believe that something so brief had left her so drained. When she looked at Jamie again his eyes were still a little foggy but quite obviously focused on her, the blissfully blank expression on his face no doubt mirroring the one on hers. She wondered if he'd realized what had happened to her, since the hand still partially buried up her quivering sex didn't seem quite as messy as the one gripping the young male's slowly softening shaft.

One glance at Brax' expression told her that her climax hadn't escaped the canine's attention – his ears had swiveled in her direction and he was looking at her almost as if he was seeing her for the first time. No to mention that those flaring nostrils would be enough to tell the canine just what had happened with his mistress.

Before she could try and puzzle out just what the canine was thinking about, he'd laid himself on top of his smaller mate, the petite human gasping as the shepherd's movements caused his shaft to shift slightly inside him. The difference in their size meant Brax was easily supporting his own weight with his arms, but the feel of the bulky canine's warmth on his back definitely seemed to do something for Jamie, judging by the long, soft moan he let out and the way he'd thrust his behind a little against Brax's crotch. She wondered briefly if there was an actual bond forming between these two. Did she have a right to stand in the way of something like that, just to assuage her guilty conscience? Was there a place for her somewhere in there that she could live with?

Her eyes drifted a little lower and went a little wider at the sight of the bulky dog's seed seeping around the tight seal of Jamie's straining pink ring. She took her hand away from the young male's shaft and examined the gooey white web on her palm, knowing that as surprisingly productive as Jamie was it was nothing compared to what Brax had left within him. With that notion, certain practical considerations broke through the fog she was happily floating in.

“Brax, stay ins… well just stay like that until I fetch some towels!" she said, suddenly quite aware how wet her thighs were as they brushed against each other.

She'd stacked a few towels under what she judged would be the splash zone and watched wide-eyed as the still hard canine shaft was pulled from the moaning boy's well-bred rear. Jamie made a strange whimpering noise when the tip finally slipped out, a drizzle of watery canine seed trickling from the gaped ring and down his smooth sack until he'd managed to clench it. As tired as her first ever climax had left her, Jas knew that she and Jamie didn't have the luxury of going straight to bed.

Her bath had been designed with the same idea as the bed and could have easily accommodated the three of them but it was only her and Jamie in the steamy water, helping each other clean up. While Brax didn't share a four-legged dog's aversion to baths, he didn't sweat either, so his clean-up had consisted of wiping his maleness clean before it slipped back into its sheath. Besides that, bathing him required quite a lot of diligent shampooing and thorough drying, and even with Jamie here to help her with it from now on it was too big a task for the exhausted humans.

With both of them dried the three newlyweds slipped into bed. Despite the distance she'd kept from her canine, Jasmine enjoyed letting Brax spoon up behind her since the big dog was a perfect gentleman deep-down and his warm, fluffy coat felt like heaven pressed against her back. After seeing the two together she wondered if the time of their spooning had passed, but the shepherd seemed eager to remind her of how much he still cared for his eccentric mistress.

Jamie still seemed to feel the need to maintain some proper distance. She knew that for the boy just sleeping in the same bed with her mistress and her husband would seem like an extravagance, so he'd curled up under the sheets a few feet away, but facing Jasmine. She fell asleep looking at the his pretty face and feeling the soft-furred bulk of her canine pressed against her back, and for one languid moment before she drifted off she could almost imagine that they were a trio that loved each other, and forget her role as the mistress and owner of the two males bound to her.

*******

“You want to do what?" Jas asked, cocking her head to one side and wondering if she'd heard Jamie right.

“To pay him back. He was very kind the way he'd… prepared me last time…" the young man replied, his cheeks coloring as he turned to look at the shepherd standing next to the two them.

It had been two days since the initial encounter between the two males and the trio were once again as naked as they were born on the satiny mesa that was Jasmine's bed. She'd examined Jamie, albeit awkwardly, the morning after he and Brax had first mated and was both glad and surprised that despite having taken the canine's impressive length for the first time, Jamie was only slightly sore. Truth be told, despite the fact that they were genetically designed to please human women, Jas had always been a little intimidated about being intimately penetrated by something she could barely handle with two hands.

Still, she'd insisted on a one-day break from any physical intimacy between the two, but by the end of the second one the way the pair was looking at each other told her they were eager for another performance. And to be honest with herself, she wasn't dreading another one nearly as much as she did last time, when she's been certain she was abetting the rape of a male brainwashed into accepting such an act.

But these moments were becoming sort of… comfortable. It was customary this early in her 'marriage' to Jamie to have him with her, to show off her new pet and her new status as a fully wedded woman. While in public with Brax, she'd had to treat him as a possession, but a certain amount of affection showed a canine wasn't universally frowned upon, as long as the male was properly disciplined.

Her attitude towards Jamie, by custom, had to be sterner and colder. It was considered that men weren't as innately loyal and obedient as the modified dogs, and so there could be no leniency when dealing with them, and certainly not affection! That they would receive at home from a woman's canine husband and only if they earned it.

But when they stepped into the bastion of sanity that was her house, they could relax into something that if you looked at it from a certain angle and squinted could be confused with a normal relationship, although definitely not by anyone outside of it.

“Well okay. Let's see what you had in mind…" she said, her lip curving a little as she knelt next to the pair.

Jamie didn't miss the shadow of a smile forming on his mistress face, emboldened by a show of affection he never expected to receive from a woman. It still worried him a little – this way she treated Brax and especially him when no one was around. He suspected that she was hiding from him just how much trouble she could get into if she was discovered, and what she stood to lose.

But he turned his mind to happier thoughts even as he turned to look at Brax. If the muscular canine was also thinking deep, it didn't show on his muzzle or in the gentle wag of his tail as he regarded the petite human reaching out to brush a hand against his sheath. His heart quickened as he felt it swell under his touch, the first few inches quickly slipping out as the shepherd's muscular abdomen began to twitch.

Jasmine watched the boy coax the red length out of Brax's sheath, noting that he seemed a good deal more comfortable doing it than she tended to be. But her mouth and eyes went wide when the boy brought his lip to the smooth red length and began to kiss his way up it. It was a peculiar but captivating sight, and to her surprise both Brax and Jamie seemed to be immensely enjoying the young male's idea of 'payback'.

Jasmine could feel her nipples stiffen on her perky bosom when Jamie reached the top and wrapped his full lips around the tapered end. A familiar heat began to blossom between her parted legs but her hands remained on her thighs as she watched the two boys play.

“What does he… I mean his… What does it taste like?" she heard herself ask out loud, her cheeks immediately turning a shade of red that almost matched the member Jamie was lovingly suckling.

“It tastes… nice." Jamie replied with a blush, unable to say just why he was enjoying what he was doing. He really wasn't sure how to describe it, but he seemed drawn to the taste of the rosy shaft as much as the smell of his canine mate. He'd never experienced either while at the academy, but they'd at least been taught that they would be drawn to a dog's pheromones. But they were never taught to do what he was doing now, and Jamie himself wasn't sure why he was doing it, apart that it seemed to make the furry male quite happy.

Jasmine barely noticed one hand drifting from her lap and along the inside of one thigh until her fingerers were first brushing and then stroking the lips of her sex. Her touch was tentative but combined with the sight of Jamie servicing the towering male kneeling next to her, it seemed enough to get her in the strange mood she'd been in the last time she'd watched the two.

She couldn't help but notice how reverent the boy's hands were as they stroked the emerging length even as he kissed and suckled the tip. What surprised her was that he seemed to be enjoying it as much as the shepherd, but the big dog at least had every reason to. She leaned a little bit closer, sliding her free hand down Brax's rock-hard belly an then along the steely red length that was now fully out of its sheath.

There had always been some thrill to touching his impressive maleness but as her fingers ran along the canine shaft it felt almost hot to the touch, rather than merely warm. She was aware of her breathing becoming labored, and could see the shepherd's eyes focusing on the rise and fall of her ample chest even as she leaned a little closer, guided by a perverse curiosity that was too hard for her to ignore.

Jamie had his eyes closed as he slid his lips slowly down the red spire, and opened them when he heard a muffled moan coming from his mistress. Once he did he was shocked to see her face so close to his own and her lips gently pressed against Brax' cock. This was the first time he'd seen her touch her husband, but he did seem to remember her mentioning that she used to relieve him from time to time, so he didn't think much of it, instead closing his eyes and continuing to kiss and suckle the larger male's tapered tip.

As she pressed her lips against the throbbing shaft Jasmine delicately flicked her tongue out against it, feeling a greater thrill that she ever did when stroking the large dog to completion, or sometimes just gripping the rosy length while Brax thrust vigorously. She'd always liked the way he smelled and she supposed the taste of him was something similar. Enjoyable enough to make her get carried away as she licked and kissed her way up the length. She had both hands on the mattress now, her chest thrust out until she could feel the sheath and knot gently wedge themselves between her firm breasts, her lips slowly climbing until they reached…

Lips?

Her eyelids shot open in time to focus on Jamie's blue set wide eyed and staring into hers. They stood frozen for a second or two, their heads slightly tilted and their lips wrapped far enough around Brax tip to brush against each other. After they unfroze they both pulled away quickly with two soft pops as their lips left the canine's tip, neither of them managing to look the other in the eye.

It was stupid, of course. They were seeing each other naked. A few days ago she'd held and stroked his shaft until he came into her palm. And it wasn't like they even actually… it was just their lips brushing together by accident!

“What are you grinning at?" she asked, looking up at the Brax and spotting a very subtle curve to his muzzle.

Most people would have barely recognized it for a smile, but she knew that if he had a human mouth he'd be grinning from ear to ear. Although to tell the truth, it had been a ridiculous reaction, but the taboo against showing that kind of affection to a human male seemed to be clinging to life even in her brain. The very notion struck a nerve, and was likely what had made Jas do what she did next.

“Jamie…" she said, and once the boy looked up at her she leaned in and pressed her lips to his own. It was a timid and nervous sort of thing, and even though Jasmine had her eyes closed she could imagine the young males were wide open by the way his lips were almost trembling against hers. She held her lips pressed against his for a few seconds before slowly pulling back, worrying if she'd pushed the boy into doing something he didn't want.

He seemed as out of breath as she was, the red standing out on his snow-white cheeks and his eyes wide. She felt just a little bit triumphant at the way she'd fought against what she saw as a twisted norm, and wondered what this moment would have been like ages ago – a boy and a girl kissing each other simply because they both wanted to! She noticed Jamie's gaze was pointing down and to one side, and for a moment she thought he was avoiding looking at her, until she caught sight of Brax's briefly forgotten shaft sticking out from his furry crotch.

“You feel like you've paid him back?" she asked, and the young male looked up at her before nodding.

“Jasmine, could I try…" he started, and failing to finish his sentence he pointed with his eyes, drawing her gaze to the still slim knot of red flesh at the base of the eager dog's cock.

“All right, but I want this to happen at your own pace. Brax, lie down on your back…"

Both males looked confused for a second but the shepherd did as instructed, laying his muscular body on the giant mattress with his red cock now resting against his rock-hard abdomen. Jamie looked but remained unmoving, having no idea what his mistress expected of him.

“Okay Jamie, now you sort of… straddle him."

He could see his mistress blush a little as she gave the instruction, and it took a moment for him to realize what her intentions were. She wanted him on top! He spared a glance at Brax, wondering if the canine would be fine with something like this. They were taught several positions at the academy but none of them with a human male in what was considered the dominant role. Still, they were taught to obey their mistress in all things so the boy wasted little time, throwing one leg over the lounging canine's crotch. If Brax minded the strange reversal he didn't show it, his powerful paws rising until each was resting on his smooth-skinned mate's hips.

“Good, now just lift your, uhm… behind a little." Came his mistress somewhat awkward voice, and Jamie wasted no time doing as she said. With the powerful canine laid out before him he found himself admiring the larger male's muscular figure while a now familiar pop announced his mistress intentions.

He tensed for a moment when a goop-covered digit pressed against his pucker but soon relaxed enough for the tip of his mistress' finger to slip a little bit inside him. Once it withdrew she once again squeezed a generous amount of the scented lube inside him before pulling the plastic tip out.

“Okay, now slowly lower it back down…"

Jamie had only gone a couple of inches back downward when he felt something hard and warm poke against his slick pucker. He actually waited for a second, holding his breath until he remembered that penetration would be up to him this time. It was a strange notion, and with a deep breath he felt himself open up just as he pushed back against the canine's tip.

Jasmine was a little surprised at how eager Jamie seemed, easily taking several inches of the canine in one smooth stroke, the thick red rod disappearing between the petite male's pale cheeks. Brax was also making some very happy-sounding rumbles, and despite having a firm grip on his mate's hips he was apparently content to let Jamie take him at his own pace.

It occurred to her that she was paying a little too much attention to the boy's perky behind so she scooted until she was kneeling next to the canine's chest, her back to him as she examined Jamie's face for any sign of pain or discomfort. If anything he looked even deeper in bliss now that during his first time with the shepherd, and Jasmine found her own mouth parting along with his as he pushed back and down again, taking even more of the red beast inside him.

She felt a strange envy at the sight of just how easy it seemed for the young male to surrender to the thrill of the physical act of mating while her own inhibitions kept her a voyeur in this bizarre relationship they'd wound up in. She found herself slowly straddling Brax's chest, her eyes never straying from the expression of beatific lust on Jamie's face even as her hand reached down. A tingle ran up the limb once her fingers found what they were seeking, a fluttery feeling washing over her as she carefully cupped his manhood. She wasn't sure if it was her touch doing it, but she felt the boyish cock twitch against her palm as she gently gripped it like she had last time.

“All right Jamie now just sort of move up and down his… him. And if you want to tie don't wait too long before taking the knot. The hardest part is getting it inside you." She said, sounding quite knowledgeable despite the fact that that she'd never taken a male within her, let alone a canine knot.

But her friends had wanted to talk about nothing else after they all began turning eighteen and started getting their canines, so she had to listen to and bluff her way through hours of such conversations. The consensus of the newly blossomed (and consummated) women was that riding their dogs was both the most thrilling and the most comfortable way to get used to intimately experiencing canine anatomy. That of course was because females were expected to be dominant, and even if their husbands were allowed to mount them it was merely a pleasantly kinky fantasy rather than actual submission.

It was a strange notion – being in control – and at first Jamie had no idea what to do now that he was. But a twitch of the tip nestled between his firm cheeks triggered and instinctive response, and he found himself groaning softly as he slid smoothly down the red length, feeling the tip prod spots deeper within him as the steely heat of a male filled his rear.

Being taken by Brax had felt right, but he found himself getting curious now that he was the one setting the pace. As he rose and fell he tried swiveling his hips, getting the larger male's tapered cock to poke against him a different way every time whenever he pushed his ass down against it. He soon learned that if he arched his back just right he could get it to push right against that sensitive nub inside him until it slid deeper in, and following that discovery he began to ride the canine in earnest.

Reaching out to stroke his stiffening cock, Jas was struck by the expression on the young male's pretty face. The blue eyes were pointed at her but they seemed a little distant, the blush on his cheeks standing out against the milk-pale face and the boyishly full lips parted as their owner panted with every stroke. She'd seen that face last time when Brax had mounted the smaller male, but with them facing each other and their faces less than a foot from each other it looked a lot more intense. Almost as if I was the one making him look like that…

Her eyes soon lost focus as well when she felt warm, strong paws gently settle on her cheeks, her breath catching in her throat as she realized just what sort of view Brax had. She'd been focused on helping Jamie through this, and hadn't realized that her behind was now tantalizingly within reach of the prostrate canine, and no doubt very much on display.

But Brax had seen her naked before, and even when the sight of her had obviously stirred something within him he never did anything about it, trusting his mistress to help relieve him as best he could. But when she felt puffs of air on her moist lips and realized it was the big dog taking in her scent, she knew it wasn't his own relief the canine was seeking…

“No Brax, you don't haaaAAAaaa…"

The reprimand ended in a strange keening whimper as her eyes shot open wide, cut off by a startlingly novel sensation coming from between her legs. She knew instinctively that the canine had licked her in a very intimate way, but the sensation had been electric and so powerful that she was desperately trying to keep her legs from buckling. Considering where the shepherd's muzzle now was she had a good idea of what she'd end up landing on if she did.

The breath she'd tried to take left her mouth as a sharp gasp when she felt another swipe – long loving and pushing just hard enough to get her petals to part a little. She felt a sudden surge of revulsion rise up against the tide of pleasure threatening to drown her, memories coming back of her friends bragging how they'd ridden the muzzles of their 'big puppies' and the same bullshit she'd parroted back to maintain the illusion that she was one of them.

She felt the clawed fingers dig a little into the supple cheeks the canine was easily palming and that brought a shadow of a smile to her parted lips. There was a limited form of physical relief she'd allowed Brax to give her because whenever she came home with stiff shoulders it was impossible to turn down a neck-rub from those strong fingers. The way he was treating her rump was curiously similar – the same gentle but persistent pressure and a strong but deft touch that always got her to relax.

“Brax… you don't have to…" she spoke gently, but lost her voice when his next lick pushed as it slid across her lips, several inches of that long broad tongue parting them as they slid inside her.

The beating of her heard suddenly drowned out Jamie's moans, her eyes staring at the boy's face but seeing nothing as Brax began to explore with the nimble tip of the thick appendage, pushing a little bit further into her with every lick. She'd never even felt anyone else touch her down there before and she found muscles in her body moving without being asked. She was aware of her back arching subtly while the clenching of her sex was anything but, the feel of Jamie's cock as the hand gripping it tightened just a little.

The petite male looked straight into his mistress' eyes although he wasn't sure she could see him. He did catch the wet sounds of a canine tongue on human flesh and remembered how he'd felt when the lusty dog had pried his cheeks open and assaulted his most intimate area with the nimble appendage.

But it was a different part of the canine's anatomy that had his attention now. The knot had swollen a little but it was still fairly slim, at least compared to how big it would get the closer Brax got to his orgasm. He was now barely lifting himself off the muscular male's fluffy lap, feeling his pucker gape a little wider each time he drove his hips down against the growing bulge. He knew he just had to work up the nerve to make that one deep plunge that would allow the ball to slip within him and tie him to his mate.

He was still working up the courage to make that plunge when Brax bucked up very gently to meet one of his downwards strokes. His mouth opened as the knot easily slipped in, and when the canine's hips were lowered back to the mattress they pulled the slender human's behind down with them.

Strange sounds filled the room and Jamie found himself blushing a deeper shade once he realized they were coming from him. The sensation of something round growing just within his ass should have been familiar, but the knot tying him to the shepherd wasn't a machine. It swelled up with every throb of the red length and every beat of the dog's heart, hot and as hard as a rock as it grew and forced his body to adjust to it. It was soon pushing against his prostate and Jamie found that even the slightest movement was stimulating him like nothing ever had, his whole body trembling and his slender cock almost painfully hard in his mistress' hand.

Jas had managed to get some control back over her body just in time to catch Jamie as he fell forward, throwing his arms around her neck and landing face-first into her cleavage. She guessed the reason when she felt his cock twitch in her hand, his whimpers muffled by the lush feminine curves his face was almost buried in.

She held his head against her chest, the feeling of his hot breath on her firm breasts serving to fan her own flames as Brax continued his exploration of his mistress' virgin sex. The shaft erupted in her hand and she cooed as best as she could with what little breath she had as she felt the warm ropes of his seed gush against her palm. She'd expected the few weak (at least compared to Brax) spurts like the first time the larger male had bred him, but to her surprise his slim cock kept on spurting as the young male bucked into her grip, his pearly spunk spraying over both his stomach and the inside of her arm, obviously a little more stimulated now that he was tied with the powerful male under them.

A male whose presence she was reminded of when the muzzle now almost wedged between the lips of her sex began to rumble, the vibrations traveling into her and seemingly crawling up her spine to her already frazzled brain. She remembered the sight of Jamie's pucker twitching around the red shaft spearing it the last time he came and wondered just how that pulsing tunnel must feel for the lustily growling shepherd now that he was buried to the hilt inside it.

She wasn't sure if the rumble was a sign of the canine's orgasm, but the next time his tongue pushed its way deeper into her honeypot she felt her sex seize up in an effort to keep it there. A high-pitched mewl came from her lips as she pushed Jamie's face against her chest and felt her legs go weak. She was sure it was only Brax's firm grip on her cheeks keeping her up, the tongue inside her now lapping at the gentle gush of feminine juices pouring from within her.

She didn't have the strength left to feel guilty so she just surrendered to the moment she was sharing with the two males. She was shuddering under the canine's amorous assault on her post-coitally sensitive sex, her face buried in the white hair of the boy moaning into her bosom as the larger male emptied himself within his snowy rump. That's something we'll have to talk about. And soon…

*******

“Jamie, I… do you know when you'll be… “ she tried to ask, but couldn't force the words form her mouth, or stop her cheeks from burning.

“I'll should be fertile in a little over a week." The boy helpfully answered. It was a technical term, and it was more commonly referred to as 'going into heat' but he suspected his mistress wouldn't care for that expression.

Jasmine nodded as she summoned the strength to talk about the elephant in the room, and the final indignity inflicted on the human male – the ability to conceive with a biped canine. It had taken some very tricky genetic manipulation, and even then it required several procedures during their time at the academy, but the modern human male could bear a canine's pups, even if they had to be delivered via a caesarian section.

“Okay. I know you'll… that is to say you have certain needs, and they can get a little out of hand every now and again. Look, I'd prefer if you and Brax didn't mate at all during the time you have a chance to conceive." She said, floating an idea she knew had sunk the moment she saw the expression on Jamie's face. Fortunately, she had a plan B.

“But I know it would be hard on you both. Fortunately I think I've found a solution. For a long while there wasn't a clear consensus to whether or not a human female could get pregnant from intercourse with her canine. And during that time women would use a spermicidal lubricant, just to make sure they avoided the scandal of bearing a puppy…" Even though they thought nothing of forcing their males to do just that she added to herself. “It was only about thirty or forty years ago that a study confirmed that even though a modified canine's sperm can fertilize a human female's ovum, the egg can't attach and a natural pregnancy was impossible. So all of a sudden nobody needed the spermicide and entire shipments were left forgotten in various warehouses. After a lot of searching I'd found a storage unit with several cases of the stuff and bought the whole lot so that nobody would figure out just what I needed from it. The stuff has no expiration date so it should serve to keep you out of trouble, so to speak."

“But… why don't you want me to carry Brax's pup?" Jamie asked, and Jas was struck by the honest confusion in his tone. Well, she knew she'd have to turn this rock over sooner or later…

“Jamie… what did they teach you about male pregnancies at the Academy?"

“We… we were told that it was a gift, of sorts…" he said. He'd never questioned that, but the sight of his mistress' face suddenly made him uncertain. “After we were saved, human males were given a more meaningful role in the reproductive cycle and the chance to feel the joys of childbearing."

After he finished, Jasmine honestly wondered if she should clear things up for him. The kinder thing would be to let him believe that pretty lie, rather than forcing him to face an ugly truth. But then she thought for a moment what she'd be like if she hadn't questioned the bullshit that their society was built on. Traveling that hard road had made her a better person, and it will do the same for Jamie. And at least he wouldn't have to travel it alone…

“It was meant as a final humiliation. Women are often quite taken with the offspring of their husbands, but the idea of bearing a pup was unthinkable. Just imagine how much easier it would have been to modify female wombs to be compatible with canines! Instead great effort was put into forcing males to carry out a task deemed to degrading for a human female. Canines were tank-grown at first and it would have been easier to just keep doing that than to force the job on males like you…"

“But… women saved us!" Jamie responded, his eyes wide as he clung to this one thing he knew must be true. That was the basis for his life – women had saved human males from extinction, and their complete subservience was an effort to settle a debt that could never truly be repaid.

“There's some truth to that…" she said with some reluctance, since in every lie there was always some.

“There had been a virus, ages ago. A plague the likes of which the world hadn't seen. A deadly disease that only men proved susceptible to…" she said, omitting her suspicions and those she found in texts long forgotten, or just conveniently ignored.

During the pandemic, many had questioned if the virus had been man-made, but most people rejected the idea. The survival rate for the disease was less than one percent. Almost half the world's population had been wiped out in the span of two years! It was unfathomable to imagine someone willingly killing people on such a monstrous scale, and risking erasing the human race from existence in the process.

“…and one that women had found a cure for." Jamie said, the tone of his vice clearly hoping Jasmine wouldn't prove him wrong.

“They might have. Some males survived, obviously, mostly the ones held in strict quarantine. But a lot of the experts at the time claimed the quarantine procedures were too little too late. That the males who survived were simply naturally immune through some quirk of genetics. Either way, these surviving males were unbelievably valuable for the future of the species. They were kept in quarantine, so that was when the act of a man impregnating a woman ended. Women could still carry the virus, and since then none of those males had seen a living woman who wasn't wearing a clean-suit. They were kept in comfort, fed well, and all they were expected to do was to stay healthy and ejaculate into a cup twice a day." She said, and wondered if that was when it started. It had been the rational thing to do, one that had allowed the human race to survive, but it had introduced the idea of males being kept.

With all men in their glass cages, it was a woman's world for an entire generation. The labor pool had been devastated so every concern of losing manufacturing jobs to automation was thrown out the window. Humans were now in such scarcity that none of them could be wasted on menial labor. Soon the robots took over all the grunt work, leaving women in positions of comfort, if not outright power.

“At first it seemed like artificial insemination would do the trick, since boys born that way did fine at first, but the disease was still out there. The moment boys began to develop as mature males they became susceptible, and they generally died at the onset of puberty." She said, trying to imagine what it was like. She wanted to believe the treatment was a heroic response to the anguished wails of mothers and sisters who'd seen boys wither and die before they even left childhood behind. But then a vaccine would have solved that problem. But an effective vaccine would also bring men back as they were. If someone had no intention of letting that happen, a vaccine was out of the question.

“So human males were modified genetically, and in such a way as to ensure these traits would be passed on to future generations. They no longer developed the same way…"

“What do you mean?" Jamie asked, looking honestly confused.

“Well for one the build of a human male before the changes was more similar to Brax than to you…" she said, and couldn't help but smile at little at the incredulous look on the boy's face. To be honest, it was a shock to her as well when she read about it and saw pictures of wide-shouldered human males towering over women! “They also had facial hair, as well as quite a lot of hair on their bodies…"

“Fur!?" Jamie asked in naked disbelief.

“No, not really. Some patches on the lower part of the face, the neck and parts of the body grew hair, and it generally wasn't as dense as actual fur." She said, watching Jamie's face twist in revulsion as he tried to imagine what that must have looked like.

“So women did save us?"

“I guess you could say that. But the dirty part was really what happened after the changes were made." Jasmine continued, her smile dropping and bitterness creeping back in her tone. “With men saved, things could have started going back to normal. But women still saw them as frail and fragile things that needed to be cared for. Kept at home and given some useful work to do around the house. The truth was that women had ruled the world while man had been recovering, and many of them didn't like the idea of sharing power equally."

“But men and women aren't equal…" Jamie interrupted, confused by such a strange claim.

“And why not? Hell, after the change you were more like us than men had been before the virus. Our biological differences were actually now lessened, but the even before the plague males had been the women's equals!" she said, omitting the fact that her research indicated there were periods farther back when men were actually dominant, since it seemed a little too far-fetched.

“There must have been some reason…" Jamie said, his brain reeling at the implications, and even more form the fact that they were coming from a woman.

“Oh there was. And just one look at my mother is enough to tell you what it was! That's how people like her have always worked – always trying to screw someone out of their fair share of power in society because that means that the piece that they're holding on to gets bigger. So to make sure civilization doesn't go back to the way it was, they throw a spanner in the works – modified canine males! I actually read some of the early press releases for the program – males designed for physical attractiveness, strength and unwavering loyalty. And without the power of speech you could bet they'd be good listeners!" she said, adlibbing the last part. She let out a sigh, realizing she'd gotten riled up and had been ranting at the young male attentively listening to her every word.

“I… I need to try and do this. I couldn't live with myself if I didn't do my best to keep Brax from becoming my sex-toy and you from becoming his bi…" she said, biting off the word just in time. “When your time comes, we'll use the contraceptive. If not for your sake, than for mine."

Jamie just nodded, stunned into silence. Up until this moment, we wasn't aware women could cry…

*******

“This is a waste of time. Mine and yours!" Jasmine said, trying to keep her teeth from grinding in suppressed rage. There was a slim hope that an appeal to her mother's greed would change her mind.

The heels of the two women clicked on the tiles of the sterile hall as Brax and Jamie followed behind them. She felt the familiar tightness in her chest that guilt usually brought on. She should have guessed that this would happen! The contraceptive had been effective, and Jamie's heat had come and gone with his belly still perfectly flat. Something that the form-fitting single-suits males like him were expected to wear didn't hide, and something that her mother had noticed when the boy's next heat came without him bulging.

“Proper care of you males is essential dear, and I assure you this won't take long." Her mother replied as she led them down the hall of the veterinary clinic, that is to say a health-care facility that administered to males.

“I could have made them an appointment myself. I really have no idea why you insisted on…this!" she said, although she suspected she knew.

“I have some experience with his sort of thing. After all, I worked in an Academy facility for several years while you were little. Remember?" she said, and Jas did. She remembered the time her mother had taken her to see where she worked although (thankfully!) not what she did. She remembered the faces of the males in their mid-teens and the way they looked at an eight-year-old Jasmine. The first time she remembered being feared.

“Strip!"

Her mother's command was directed at Jamie, the utterance short and sharp, a tone the young male was obviously conditioned to respond to. As he obeyed, Jasmine found herself unable to meet his gaze, feeling helpless to protect him at a time when he needed her to. But averting her eyes meant they were pointed square at the exam table in the center of the sterile room, as well as the stirrups on one end of it.

“And having worked at the Academy you should know the first mating doesn't always take." She said, fighting to keep her voice level.

“Yes dear, but it's best to check if there are any complications and if the males are performing the act the way they should be." Her mother said, motioning with cold eyes for Jamie to climb up.

The boy obeyed on reflex, and he didn't need to be told that the imperious woman had worked at the Academy. She was the sort of female he'd known all his life, but her similarity to Jasmine was unnerving. Expensive treatments had kept age at bay to the point that she looked to be no more than a dozen years her daughter's elder. It was disquieting to see a face that looked so much like Jasmine's wearing the expression he'd seen on the face of every other female. The stern eyes and the lips that would only smile at his pain.

Jas forced herself to swallow past a lump in her throat as the woman who'd raised her lifted the young man's feet in the stirrups and fastened the restraints. She could see his chest rising and falling, his distress obvious but something she would be forced to ignore. She knew her mother was suspicious, and would be alert for any signs of permissive behavior.

She just clenched her jaw as the domineering female shrugged on a white coat and put on a pair of latex gloves, mercifully smearing lubricant on the fingers of one of them before proceeding with her exam. She winced at the way she callously pushed two fingers all the way inside the young man, seeing his legs tense in the stirrups and his toes curl. There was no bedside manner, no basic human courtesy as she probed around, examining him as if he were livestock. She was glad she was so engrossed in her subject that she missed the way Jas had winced when Jamie let slip a sound other than a pained whimper.

“Yes, definitely in heat…" she said, pulling out of the boy and examining the slight erection he got when she'd pressed against his prostate.

“Good. Then I'll just take them both home and give some time to themselv…" Jas began, hoping this was the end of this little ordeal.

“No need. Might as well let him cover the boy while we're here." Her mother said with the callous calm of one who had no trouble seeing males as little more than pets. Jasmine's mind struggled to think of some way of protesting without causing further problems, but she could think of nothing to stop this from happening.

“Go ahead and mount him…" she said, addressing Brax. The canine had been as stoic and inscrutable as he always was in public, sparing Jas only a brief glance before obeying the command of the elder female, a few inches of his canine shaft already visible after seeing Jamie's behind on display and no doubt smelling the smaller male's heat.

Jamie's heart was beating wildly at the realization that he was about to be properly bred. He wasn't sure how he really felt about it. On one hand he wasn't all that hesitant to bear Brax's pup, but there was something wrong about the way this was happening. He'd gone along with his mistress' plan to keep him from conceiving, but now he found himself wishing it had happened during the intense and intimate coupling that had marked his first heat.

Jasmine tried to stop her eye from twitching and to keep her breathing steady as Brax got into position and her mother guided the tip of his cock to the bound male's opening. Her handling of the two males was clinical and betrayed a lot of experience, something she was trying not to think about as her brain scrabbled for a way out of this.

“Good, now breed your bitch."

Her mother's words had made her shudder, but the tone was firm and commanding, something she knew Brax couldn't fight. He betrayed none of the gentleness that he usually exhibited with Jamie, bucking his hips in almost mechanical strokes. Still, he was a virile male, and one look at the heavy sack swinging between his legs told Jas that the nature of this forced breeding wouldn't stop him from achieving release, and condemn Jamie to a fate she'd tried to save him from.

The smack of a hard furred body against a soft smooth one echoed in the tiled room, a sickening metronome that wasn't making it any easier for Jas to think. Jamie was reacting the way his body had been engineered to, his cock stiff and bouncing against his belly with every buck of the shepherd's more impressive shaft between his cheeks.

“I think he's ready enough. Go ahead and thi with your bitch." Her mother's voice sounded and something in Jasmine's mind snapped.

“You'll do nothing of the sort. Pull out, we're done here." She said without even thinking, her voice chillingly calm and even.

“They aren't done and you know it." her mother countered, giving her the probing stare that had usually worked wonders to cow a stubborn young Jasmine.

“On the day of our wedding these two became my property. They will copulate when I permit it and stop whenever I command it." she replied, her voice sharp enough to draw a line in her sand and her eyes stern enough to dare her mother to cross it.

“Well, I almost believed that. Hopefully, so did you." The older woman said calmly, not seeming the least bit intimidated by her daughter's demeanor, but rather subtly victorious. “Do try and remember that in the future. It would be a terrible embarrassment to me if my daughter couldn't keep her males in line. They aren't people, dear. Biped canines never were and human males never will be again. They occupy important roles in our world and they should show proper gratitude for that. Now I really should get back to work. I'm giving you the rest of the day off, so that you can properly breed your pets…" she said, slipping off the lab-coat and peeling off the gloves, the click of her heels fading as she walked away, leaving the three in an awkward silence.

Once her heart-rate dropped back to normal and her hands stopped shaking Jas instructed Jamie to get dressed, not daring to show him any affection until they were safely home. She could feel the bile in the back of her throat at the words her mother had forced her to utter. She knew the woman would never leave her alone. She wasn't happy with a merely obedient daughter. She was grooming a future leader of their society, an heir that had to be purged of any silly notions about humane treatment of males. She had to get the three of them out of here before she was forced to do something she couldn't forgive herself for!

*******

“You're sure about this?" Jas asked, although she suspected she already knew the answer.

“Yes. It… it will help us keep our secret, and I'd rather it happened with the three of us… you know – together." Jamie replied, his tone steady in spite of his flustered state. There was little doubt now that he was in heat, or just how the night would end without him using a contraceptive.

She'd hoped to spare him this, unable to see it as anything but a debasement and humiliation of a male, but she suspected he was right. If he went through another heat without a bump in his belly, what would her mother get it into her mind to do? She had a plan, but it would take some time to carry it off, time they might have if they drew unwanted attention to themselves. But if they were going to start a family of sorts, they might as well go all the way.

“Jamie… I want to do something for you. To give you something I don't think a woman gave a man for a very long time…" she said softly, her heart fluttering as she made the decision.

“Jas?"

He didn't understand her, and seemed to do so even less when she laid down on the mattress, her legs parted as she beckoned him closer. At this point they'd seen each other naked plenty of times, and had shared fond touches during these intimate interludes, but he was still awkward as Jasmine asked him to position himself between her legs. She could even hear a confused murr from Brax, but since the shepherd was behind Jamie she was sure the big dog was at least enjoying the view.

She felt her breathing speed up, the rise and fall of her chest drawing Jamie's eyes to the firm young breasts spread across it. There was a strange thrill to this, the breaking of the ultimate taboo and the crossing of a line that even Jasmine had never strayed over before. And then there was the more personal milestone…

Jamie was aware he was moving awkwardly, feeling like it was that first time with the three of them in bed together when her first learned of his new mistress' little peculiarities. Standing like he was now – over a female that had exposed herself to him in such an intimate way - was unthinkable, going against the training that urged him to always seek a way to show submission. Jas also looked nervous but determined to go ahead with whatever she had in mind as she beckoned him even closer, urging him to lower himself until he could feel the heat of her body against his and the tickle of her nipples brushing against his chest.

The young man's face now dominated her field of vision, those innocent blue eyes telling her that he still didn't have a clue of her intentions. Mustering her courage, Jas decided to show him, her hand quickly reaching out and pulling that face closer to hers. A strange whimpering noise escaped her lips just as she pressed them against his, her eyes closing as she kissed him with a clumsy passion. Her other arm wrapped around the boy's body, pressing him against her until she was sure he could feel her shuddering.

The warmth of his silky skin against hers felt electric and she found herself fighting the urge to writhe under him. Desires long held in check by guilt and worry were now unleashed, and she realized just how starved of intimacy her body and soul really were. In this moment, she could cast of any worry that she was going along the dark path society had been pushing her towards all her life, knowing that tonight would be her greatest act of rebellion against the world she lived in – a woman making love with a man.

Still, she wasn't blind to some necessities, or the needs of the canine waiting patiently just behind Jamie. Jamie was kissing her back now, timid but curious, his heart beating so wildly she could feel it against hers. But the member resting against her pubic mound was still soft, and passion alone would not be enough to stir it.

The arm that had been wrapped around the young man moved, the hand drifting along the curve of his back until it found itself resting on a smooth alabaster cheek. She stroked her lover's behind a little, letting herself admire the beauty of the boy before giving it a loving squeeze and spreading it a little, a signal the canine behind them picked up on easily enough.

The shifting of the mattress told Jamie that the Brax was done waiting, and despite how peculiar his current position was, he felt a familiar eagerness spread through him as he almost felt his lover's eyes roaming possessively over him. It didn't take long for him to feel paws doing just that, the powerful hands running along his sides and taking Jasmine's place on his up-turned behind. His mistress had already prepared him for tonight and as his cheeks were pried apart he could feel his slick ring winking in anticipation of a canine member.

From her vantage point Jasmine couldn't see what Brax was doing, but by now she could read Jamie's face well enough. She'd broken the kiss to let them both catch their breath and there was nothing muffling the young man's gasp when his mate parted his cheeks and positioned himself behind him. Nor did anything muffle his cry when the tip found and then entered the pucker that she'd so diligently prepared.

His body responded to the canine invasion immediately and Jas could feel her heart race at the sensation of the boy's cock growing stiff against the patch of soft hair just above her sex. What she had in mind was a thrillingly deviant notion and with an eager Jamie pressed against her she found herself just as eager to both break a taboo and give the young man a very special reward.

Fortunately Brax had the good sense not to lay across Jamie's back with him on top of her so she had a little wriggle room under the softly moaning male. She wondered briefly what her face must look like, with her cheeks a bright red and her expression one of both lust and intense concentration as she tried to scoot upwards a little.

She felt Jamie's hardening shaft slide down her mound of Venus, the tip sending sparks shooting through her as it brushed against the sensitive nub of her clit until it finally fell just a little bit lower and managed to wedge itself between her by now dripping lips. There was a tightness gripping her chest and she only then realized she'd been holding her breath, overwhelmed by both the physical sensation and the importance of the step she was about to take.

“Jamie…" she said, although it was more of an exhale than actual speech. “Please…"

Her eyes spoke what her mouth couldn't and she looked deep in the boys blue eyes as she felt the head of his cock part her lips and smoothly slide within her. The moment was at the same time more tender and more powerful than she imagined it would be, but as she surrendered her virginity to the young man shuddering on top of her as he claimed it she doubted it could have been more perfect.

Jamie couldn't believe what he'd just done, but a look at Jasmine's face told him quite clearly that she didn't want him to stop doing it. Both the strange sensation of his member sliding into the moist tightness of his mistress' sex and the more familiar feel of a canine length sheathing itself inside him were making it hard for him to think straight. He was doing it best to keep his progress slow and gentle, but Brax seemed to lack his patience, and when the canine gave a lusty buck of his hip against his rear he ended up pushing Jamie's smaller shaft all the way inside their mistress.

“Ooh Jamie! Just… just stay inside me…" Jasmine almost whimpered her sex seeming to mold itself to the slender invader now lodged inside it.

For his part Jamie was glad to hear her say that, because he wasn't sure what else he could have done. He could feel Brax hilted inside him, apart from the still slim knot threatening to pop in if the canine gave another buck. He felt his heart skip a beat at the knowledge that it was only a matter of time before the powerful male did just that, and that this time when he tied with him he was guaranteed to leave him with a puppy.

As the shepherd began to breed him the young male relaxed against his mistress. The experience in the exam room had been as frightening as it was brief, a violation of the fledgling relationship that had blossomed between the three of them. As unconventional as it was, there was something joyous about submitting to Brax under the kind gaze and tender touch of their mistress. It occurred to him then that this time would be profoundly different. It wasn't Jasmine's hand wrapped around his shaft now, but the idea of a human male impregnating a woman directly was so unfathomable that the boy suspected he could be forgiven for not realizing it until now.

Jas moaned softly as Brax began to breed his mate, Jamie's shaft staying buried within her sex, the bucking of the canine's powerful hips making the boy's smooth crotch grind against her lips and the sensitive little nub hidden at the top of her slit. Even though the cock nestled in her tunnel was barely moving she felt her arousal mounting from the sheer eroticism of this moment.

She pulled Jamie in for another kiss, her desire to feel his lips on hers overriding the need to breathe. She felt him melt into it, whimpering and moaning as Brax's thrusts became even more vigorous. She could feel the beat of his heart through the slender length her velvety walls were hugging and had little doubt she'd know the precise moment the powerful dog tied with him.

She found herself strangely eager to feel the young male climax inside her, to give her the gift of life even as he received it from the male tenderly rutting him. Her cycle was fairly regular and she knew she'd be fertile sometime tomorrow, her body releasing her eggs into a womb already flooded with the seed of her young lover.

She could feel Brax's thrusts becoming more urgent, the young man's moans their kiss was muffling now shorter and more desperate. She could feel the shaft hilted inside her throb and twitch, making an intimate mess as the boy's prostate was pounded by the red length pistoning in and out of his pliant ass.

There was no mistaking the moment when the dog's knot entered him. Jamie's lips left hers as his head shot up, a sharp gasp leaving his throat even as Jas began to gently kiss it. She could hear a lusty growl and knew it wouldn't be long until Brax climaxed inside the young male. What amazed her was how eager she was to feel the boy release within her, to feel that slender rod twitch in her sex the way it had so many times in her gentle grip.

“Aaah! Jasmine… he's… I'm…"

She didn't say anything back, instead wrapping both arms around Jamie, holding him tight against her as if she was afraid something might snatch him away. Time seemed to slow until she could once again discern a rhythm in the wild thumping of their hearts, although with Jamie pressed this hard against her breast she couldn't tell them apart.

She'd been looking up at the mask of bliss on the boy's face, but her eyes dimmed a few seconds later as all her focus moved within. The shaft hilted inside her swelled up just a little and Jas could have sworn that she could feel the first pulse of Jamie's seed travel up the throbbing length before she felt him shoot it within her.

Now it was her turn to gasp with a blank look on her face, each hot breath leaving her lips just as another pulse of Jamie's member made the heat inside her grow more intense. She didn't' even realize she was moving, her hips jerking as she ground her crotch against the boy's. As little as it was, the stimulation proved enough and she felt her nails dig a little into her lover's pale skin as she came around the slim cock still pumping her full of his seed. Nothing could have prepared Jas for how good this felt and as her sex worked to milk every drop from Jamie's member and her whole body seemed to twitch and shudder, for the first time in as long as she could remember Jasmine felt relaxed.

*******

“Look at him go. You'd think he was part Labrador…" Jas remarked, stretching on her recliner as she watched Brax disappear horizon-wise. Jamie smiled at her remark, quite fitting considering how the big canine had taken to the water. A good thing to, since it was sort of their front yard now.

But then again all three of them had taken to both their new life and their surroundings. Jas felt a brief siren-call of the cool waves whooshing against the sandy beach, but she was far too comfy keeping Jamie company in the shade to go chasing after Brax. She felt a hand land softly on her belly and responded by reaching out and placing hers against Jamie's bump. While she was only just starting to show the slender male was already looking rounded and tended to tire a little quicker these days. A puppy, she knew, grew faster than the baby she was carrying.

“Hey, when he comes back, how about we do something wild and kinky?" she asked, stroking Jamie's taut belly.

“Like what?"

“Like walking down the street holding each other's hands!" she said, grinning wide at the idea.

Getting here had been hell, a paranoid flight that could have ended with them getting detained and found out at any point. But now that they were in their little slice of heaven, the past seemed like a nightmare broken by the few moments of private happiness they managed the share in hiding. The existence of places like this was a carefully guarded secret, even though Jas doubted many were tempted to puzzle it out.

Their new home was a fairly tiny nation – a loose federation of equally tiny islands. Quite out of the way and cempletely unconcerned with enforcing what at home had been thought of as 'the natural order'. That had been their first little test of their new freedoms – walking down a public street hand-in-hand. How silly they must have looked, half-expecting cries of outrage that never came. Truly, they were in the heathen land of dangerous radicals!

It wasn't all different though. Women still ran things, and Jas suspected that would be the case world-over for some time to come. They were the ones who picked up the pieces when society shattered, so they ended up running it once they did. Ahh, but the differences! The women here were caretakers of males, rather than owners. They were expected to show affection to both their human and canine husband. But most importantly neither the child Jamie or she was carrying would ever see the inside of a state-run training facility.

They had families here, which meant more than just mothers, daughters and sisters. Jasmine actually felt tears of joy roll down her cheeks at the thought that both the pup and baby they were expecting would grow up with them, and she wouldn't be forced to send her child to hell and slavery if it had the misfortune not to be born female.

Becoming citizens had also been astonishingly easy. She was shocked to learn that despite coming from the most privileged segment of a wealthy nation she was considered a legitimate asylum seeker here. It had been wonderfully reaffirming to learn that the people of this land considered her homeland as sick and twisted as she did. But wealthy none the less, making the small tropical nation quite eager to accept a small but steady stream of affluent refugees.

Which Jas certainly was. The moment she became a woman her mother had bestowed quite a lot of money on her, no doubt hoping it would help corrupt her. It probably never even occurred to her that the sum could fund her daughter's escape and self-imposed exile, because women like her mother honestly couldn't see Jasmine's former homeland as anything other than a paradise.

To be honest, this place wasn't either. While Brax and Jamie weren't property, only Jasmine had been granted an actual citizenship. The idea of canines and/or humans voting was still considered a radical idea, and Jasmine intended to lend a hand to the cause that would make this a better place for the children she and Jamie were carrying. But it was still a place where they would be able to be a family, and for now at least that was enough…