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Once in awhile Josh liked volunteer at the dog pound. It felt good to walk and feed the caught strays and abandoned mutts and it was simpler and cheaper than adopting a dog himself. And since the young man had only only started paying his own way a couple years ago, this arrangement was easier on his wallet.

Stopping by directly after his job at the call center, the thin, brown haired lad with awkward smile waved at the full time employee manning the front desk. Checking in with Dorothy, she nodded at him and nodded her head towards the door at the far end of the lobby.

That's when she proverbially sucker punched him, smilingly brightly back at the younger lad while letting him know that he'd be cleaning out the kennels today. Josh's shoulders slumped a bit but he wasn't surprised. He'd missed his last volunteer day when one of his coworkers had asked him to cover their shift. Dorothy was unfailing polite, but that wasn't the sort of thing she overlooked.

A day cleaning out dog shit and other assorted grime would be his punishment for neglecting his commitments. Once he'd paid his penance he could go back to handing out treats and playing with overly excited pups. Grabbing a bucket and a mop, Josh got to work.

The dogs yipped and barked at him, eager to be let out, but the twenty three year old could only talk with the uncomprehending homeless dogs, telling them about his day even as he scrubbed the floor clean of unmentionables. A few other people came in to see the dogs but Tuesdays weren't a terribly busy day at the pound and so for the most part Josh had the room to himself.

And when the boy finished in the main holding area he moved on to the back room, remembering that sometimes the canines were held in the overflow area. He was hoping the mess would be smaller in the back room since he'd already spent over an hour mopping and his shoulders were starting to protest.

Back stepping into the room, mop handle in hand and submerged mop head dragging the wheeled water bin through the door, Josh nearly shrieked when he spotted the beast. In the dimly lit room the creature's sudden presence almost convinced the man some monster had manifested from the shadow, mere feet away and the two of them only separated by the thinnest of wire meshes.

But he realized he must have made some sharp noise of surprise because Dorothy nearly ran into him in her rush to see what had happened. When she saw Josh's wide eyes staring at the seven foot tall rottweiler she let out a sigh of relief, then a sheepish chuckle.

“Aw shoot. Sorry about that, Josh. I forgot to mention our guest here." She waved her hand in front of her, as though to dismiss the boy's unvoiced concerns.

“He's… he's an anthro! What's he doing here! Don't they cost thousands of dollars each?"

Dorothy's face soured at the thought and she shrugged.

“For a prize lad like him? Tens of thousands, I'm sure. As for what he's doing here, same thing a lot of the other dogs. Abandoned."

Josh's disbelief only intensified as he stared at the anthro who silently returned the attention, the muzzled dog clad only in a pair of dull red boxers that were stretched the breaking point around his large frame.

“But I thought all anthros were chipped before leaving the gene lab? Wouldn't that tell us who the owner is?"

Again Dorothy waved her hand, this time dismissively.

“Of course we know. Didn't even need to check the chip. Owner brought this big boy in on a leash, claiming he was unmanageable. We tried to talk him out of it or to convince him to take him to a location that is better equipped to handle anthros, but the gentleman wasn't having it. Apparently the man had gotten Hercules here as a gift for the misses. Turns out, she's not a fan of dogs. You'd think they could have avoided all this trouble with a simple conversation before the man placed the order at the genetic lab. That's rich people for ya."

The boy couldn't believe it. Just abandoning a prize specimen anthro just because of the muscular rottweiler didn't fit the decor of the wealthy couples McMansion.

Continuing on and with sadness in her voice, Dorothy said, “Well, don't get too attached. He's already been here a couple weeks and with what it costs to feed him we'll have to send him to our alternate site soon."

Josh's veins froze solid as the blood drained from his face. 'Alternate site' was the pound's code phrase for “put to sleep". Which was just a friendly euphemism for put down. Killed.

“You can't!" the man practically shouted. Seeing the full time employee's annoyed look at being spoke to this way Josh lowered his voice before saying, “He's worth more than what most people make in a year. How has he not been adopted?"

Her now slightly annoyed voice a little sharper after Josh's outburst, the woman explained, “We don't accept dogs without an abandonment reason being provided. Not wanting to commit his marital problems to paper, the man wrote some nonsense about Hercules being too aggressive. Can't say that I believe it, but by law and for liability reasons I have to tell all interested parties. An anthro is one thing. A big anthro is another thing. A huge anthro with a temper is an entirely different thing altogether. And it doesn't help that he's hidden back here in the overflow room because none of the up front cages could fit him."

Without pausing to think it through Josh immediately said, “Then I'll adopt him." A fraction of a second later he realized how utterly impractical that was. His tiny apartment. His pathetic paychecks. His complete lack of dog owning experience or knowledge of anthros.

Dorothy frowned.

“Well… given the circumstances I'm not going to try and talk you out of it. And I suppose I could wave most of the adoption fees, since you're a volunteer. But Josh… are you sure, dear? Adopting a dog is a big responsibility. Even more so for an anthro."

Seeing his one chance to escape this smelly hell hole looking up at him, Hercules shot Josh his best puppy dog eyes he could. With his body posture the massive rottweiler tried to convey friendliness and hope.

The boy knew he was being ridiculous, biting off more than he could chew. But his mind was made up. When in his life would he ever get another chance like this? Each anthro was a custom created piece of genetic art and with his useless history degree Josh was sure that he'd never be able to afford one on his own.

“Yes. I'm sure," he said, nodding to himself.

The woman gave him a moment to think it over, then shrugged. “Okay then. Have it your way. Let's head to the front and fill out some paperwork."

Hercules watched as the two humans left the back room, his eyes following Josh as the boy walked through the open door. Gone were the heart-touching puppy-dog eyes, replaced by dark irises that spoke of a calculating intellect. Below his waist his boxers began to tent outward but through an exertion of willpower he kept himself in check before his member ripped through the threadbare fabric of the loaner underwear.

He would miss his last home but if he played his cards right this could work out just as well. Perhaps even better. Besides, he'd always have his memories. The way he'd taught that twenty something trophy wife with the perky tits to walk on eggshells around him. It had been a thrill teaching her the way of things, slipping into her bed in the dead of night while her husband was away on business.

She'd tried to fend him off at first, but given the difference in mass it was pointless. Each night thereafter he always started out the same way, pushing his muzzle between her legs as she tried and failed to push him away. To keep her thighs together. Using his long tongue on her tight cunt Hercules had steadily worked her to the point of no return, her body shuddering as she came wetly around his flexible muscle. Then he took his turn.

He never bothered to speak a word to her during their late night dalliances. The anthro wanted the silly bitch to understand that there'd be no negotiation. No sweet talking her way of it. It was his decision how many times she came and how much sleep she'd get each night. Just as he decided how many squirts of dog cum she'd have to swallow and how active or passive of a participant she'd get to be.

Hercules didn't visit her bed every night. That'd have been too predictable. Instead he let her fret each day, nerves frayed as she turned off the household lights in the evening. Would tonight be the night she'd be woken up by two strong arms pushing her legs apart, a hot dog tongue prying apart her folds seconds later?

During the day he was the perfect pet. Friendly. Attentive. Obedient. Especially during the few days of the month when the husband was home. Hercules even helped out with the cooking and put away the dishes after. But the anthro kept a close watch on her. She always felt his eyes on her as she watched TV, listened to music, read books, or jogged on the treadmill. And every time she dared to slip so much as a finger between her legs the dog would barge in, vocalizing his objection with vicious barks that terrified her. Then he'd 'comfort' her when she'd broke down crying. His didn't say much on these occasions but he made sure she understood that only he was allowed to make her cum. After all, her husband certainly wasn't any help in that area. She just needed to be patient and wait for him to decide when and for how long her pussy received attention.

Weeks passed and the pretty thing began to learn. She no longer bothered to wear panties to bed, knowing that Hercules would just use his teeth to rip them off like all the other ruined pairs. And she learned to moan softly while sucking his hefty nuts, having discovered that it tended to make the anthro go a bit easier when humping his cock in and out of upturned face. it only took a few nips to her sensitive clit for the trophy wife to understand to thank him for the privilege of servicing him.

For over a year Hercules dominated her sexually, owning each and every one of her late night orgasms. In turn she drank down a dizzying amount of rottweiler cum, whether it was deposited directly into her mouth or licked off the silky bed sheets. Gagging was tolerated and sometimes even encouraged but over the months she learned how to better accommodate the girthy dick she spent so many hours making small noises of contentment around. This sort of slutty behavior tended to put Hercules in a better mood and while even in the best of moods the canine was very demanding, this was far preferable than the nights when he was determined to teach her another lesson in respect.

He taught her how to hold and maintain erotic positions, staying in place even as he took a piss break or chugged some water before their next sweaty bout. It wasn't long until she picked up several eclectic skills, like how to kiss an anthro and that some dogs like having their cocks stroked while getting their long tongue sucked. That expressing gratitude was more sincere if you said the words while running your fingernails lightly over their recently spent balls and thrusting your tits out.

Things probably could have continue on indefinitely in this fashion had Hercules not grown so overconfident. He knew better than to fuck her pussy with anything other than his tongue, but near the one year mark he grew restless to find new ways to dominate her. It started with the dog breaking his 'nighttime only' rule. Growing bored, Hercules decided to teach the wife that she existed to provide acts of enthusiastic sexual submission regardless of the time of day.

She was preparing dinner for her husband who was due to be home any minute when he took her hand and wrapped it around his throbbing erection. She tried to pull away but that only earned her a vicious warning growl. Biting her lip nervously and eyeing the wall clock, she gave in. Her fist moved at a graceful even pace but her strokes grew more frantic as the minutes ticked by. It was her pleading that tipped him over, the stupid bimbo actually begging for him to please, please hurry up and shoot his load.

He obliged, spewing all over the wooden cabinets with a grunt. She realized her mistake too late and tried to fetch a roll of paper towels, only to be stopped by Hercules. She could lick it up like a good girl or she could leave it there so that even her oblivious husband couldn't miss the evidence of her slutty behavior.

Out of time and knowing that arguing with the dog was pointless, she fell to her hands and knees and licked the floor and the cabinets as the rottweiler watched. A car door could be heard just as she'd done away with most of the evidence. There were still some stray pearly white specks that a discerning eye might spot but those would be easier to explain that her husband coming in to find her kneeling on the floor, her face flushed and the family dog's cock wagging in front of her face. And on that point, she whined pitifully when Hercules wouldn't let her up off the floor as he waved his cum-stained half hard member at her as if to say, 'forget something?'

Not that he would ever compliment her sexual skills but she deep throated him like a champ, taking just a few seconds to suck clean his now spit-shined cock. Letting her go, she sprang up and plastered on a smile just in time for her working man to walk through the front door. She put herself between man and dog as Hercules made no effort to hide the sloppy mess she'd left on his pride.

From that day forward, no time of day was 'safe' for the woman. Hercules made sure she'd had the opportunity to cum in each and every room in the house, multiple times. Her knees buckled and her hands clutched his head as he slurped her slit single-mindedly, each time the woman hoping he'd be satisfied before she turned into a quivering cummed-out mess. And if she thought her husband being in the next room over would stop the canine from taking his due, he quickly disabused her of that notion. Trips to the kitchen to freshen up a drink now included the very real risk of returning to the den a few minutes late with a sore jaw and stomach full of dog cum.

Phone calls with friends were now regularly performed with one hand on the phone and the other stroking the genetically enhanced canine. Worse for the wife were the showers which Hercules rarely intruded upon but often pulled up a chair to watch. The girl tried to 'shoo' him away at first from the other side of the fully transparent door to the walk-in shower but that only resulted in the rottweiler stepping into the shower to teach her that 'shoo' and 'no' did not belong in her vocabulary.

On days where she saw her husband off in the morning, handing him a packed lunch and giving him a kiss before he left out the front door, she was acutely aware of the tall beast's presence just behind her as she said her goodbyes. It galled her that her husband always petted and praised the smiling dog right before he left because the moment that door was closed Hercules wasted no time pressing her head down into his lap, the husband not even yet out of the driveway.

Just over a year old, the still growing alpha dog took care to show her that not even her marital bed would hold him back. The husband's snoring presence did not deter the lustful beast from sliding his head under the covers and between her tense legs. On these occasions Hercules took his time, slowly stoking the fire between her legs while careful not to let her peak too early. He made sure that his slurping sounds were pronounced and audible, causing the anxious wife to install of a white noise generator in the bedroom. Undeterred, Hercules licked louder still, her fingers gripping his head fur as waves of agonizing pleasure wracked her body time and again as the fan spun slowly overhead.

Needless to say, after squirting the alpha dog obliged her to return the favor. The trophy wife worked at an anxious pace as she worked her lips over his shaft. Hercules took care to hold himself back as he stroked her body and played with her tits. It was a treat to watch her desperately try to suck out his cum while struggling to remain as silent as possible, her husband asleep on the other side of the bed. He had a big, tasty load to give her but she'd have to risk everything if she wanted to coax his balls to give it up.

Initially the girl tried to use her hands and fingers to hurry things along but Hercules trained her out of that bad habit. Over the course of their covert 'relationship' the rottweiler worked with her on getting over a number of sexual hang-ups including her aversion to cum swallowing, deep throating, and ball worship. She no longer bothered to protest his treatment of her, and she eventually gave up on trying to place limits on what should be considered 'out of bounds'. The wife might not have liked that she had no control over when or how often she came, but she came to accept it as a reality of her life.

After many months things progressed to the point that there was only one significant way that he hadn't taken his pleasure. From the beginning he'd frequently teased the lips of her pussy with the broad, blunt tip of his cock but he'd consistently demurred, pushing himself into her petite mouth instead. Partly out of concern that a visibly stretched twat couldn't help but draw the husband's attention and partly as an entertaining way to screw with her. Not having much to say to the girl, Hercules rarely engaged her in conversation. But when when he did address her it was usually to threaten that today might be the day she took his veined meat between her legs.

Whenever it seemed as though the woman wasn't taking his threat seriously, all it to get her undivided attention was to start pressing his length forward, her tender bits aching as his cocktip pried her untested box open. She'd get with the program and immediately turned as sweet as could be, offering to suck him 'so good' and praising him effusively. Tell him how delicious he tasted. How strong and masculine he was. Far more so than her husband. She she parted her mouth seductively even as she worry lines creased her face, her tender parts starting to burn at the mounting pressure. Hercules kept his face neutral, unconvinced. And as unlubed dog cock bore into her, dull ache blossomed into sharp pain and her words went from erotic to downright slutty as she gave the rottweiler what he'd been waiting to see. Her complete abandonment of pride and self respect.

Enjoying holding this final violation over her Hercules always eventually relented, easing the pressure that had been mounting steadily between her thighs and saying something along the lines of, “Perhaps tomorrow, then. Get on your back and give me your throat. And this time you'll moan loud enough for me to feel it."

What she had no way of knowing was that for Hercules it wasn't enough simply take her. His goal was to remold her such that she begged him for this final intrusion. And he knew this moment was drawing close when she started making pouty faces on the nights when he only pushed her to a single orgasm. Truthfully, at the time he'd been giving her fewer and fewer climaxes, some nights teasing her with his tongue without granting release. At the same time, he was ever watchful. She could even hear him sniffing around outside the bedroom door at night, making sure she wasn't giving into to temptation and touch herself.

Having long grown used to squirting a dozen or more times a week, when the anthro dialed it back to a fraction of what she'd grown accustomed to the trophy wife unconsciously began to eye the muscular canine in a new light, sexual hunger burning in her eyes. When her husband wasn't around she began to 'accidentally' brush up against him, her palm somehow managing to glide over his package as she sashayed past him on the way to kitchen. He let himself grow hard and she pretended surprise at his rigid pole. Hercules was pleased when she took the initiative by taking his throbbing member in hand, using it to guide the big dog into the bedroom.

Gently clucking her tongue as they walked she'd say something to effect of, “Well this won't do at all. Such a dirty dog, getting a stiffy in my kitchen. Guess I'll have to take care of it…."

Hercules grinned at her, flashing his pearly fangs, but said nothing. Laying down on the bed, he crossing his arms behind his head and waited. Taking his smile and lack of objection as permission she fell to her knees, taking him into her mouth as she'd done so many times before. Yet this time was different and they both knew it. For the first time, she was the instigator. And with only one orgasm in the last six days, she was hornier than she'd been since her community college days.

She sucked him just how he liked, with her eyes up and her hands kept down at her sides. But when she surreptitiously slip her hand down between her thighs, Hercules smile faded and a low grown started to rumble in his chest.

Jerking her hand back in panic, she switched to sucking on his heavy balls for a few minutes as way of silent apology for her transgression. But as pent up and full of need as was, the woman wouldn't let things lie. Smiling up at him sweetly as she licked his sack she said, “Maybe my handsome stud wants to slide something long and hot inside me?"

Hercules' grin returned and he nodded, not saying a word.

“You gonna fuck me good with that thick tongue, you dirty dog?"

Hercules kept smiling, but he shook his head 'no'.

She faltered, the thick orb she'd just taken past her lips slipping out of her mouth. It only took her a moment to understand his meaning.

“Sweetie... you're too big for me. You know that."

The dog shrugged, the gesture saying, 'Maybe. Maybe not.'

The wife bit her lip, her nethers practically on fire with lust and need. Despite how wet she was and the unignorable part of her that wanted to mount the engorged dog cock that she'd grown so familiar with, she'd held back and settled for going down on him for nothing in return, save a mouthful of dog semen and a tiny nod of approval from the anthro.

In the following weeks she initiated many of their encounters, taking his ever-ready cock in hand and not so subtly encouraging reciprocation in the form of the tongue that had been responsible for all her orgasms for some time now. Every few days he'd oblige and force her to a quick climax that only managed to dull the edge of her need. All other times, sometimes twice in a day, she worked her lips over his maleness with her only reward being small grunts of approval and the humiliation of the dog rubbing his still hard cock dry on her face once the deed was done.

Hercules could see cracks in her resistance and sure enough, not long after she gave in. Even before the act itself had taken place, that was the day trophy wife became dog bitch. Stripping out of her clothes, she pressed her body against his. In return he pressed his member between her thighs and rubbed it gently across her opening, making her feel his endowment. Hercules wanted her stop and consider what would soon be shoved balls deep inside of her.

With a tense sigh, she melted against his huge body and with a needy voice moaned, “I need you in me, Hercules. I can't wait anymore!"

It was just Hercules bad luck that the husband had walked into the bedroom just moments before. Events proceeded quickly after that, the man convinced that his wife was having an affair with the family dog. It was only a couple short hours later that the rottweiler found himself muzzled at the pound, aggravatingly horny and regretting that he'd be so close to fully transforming the human into personal fuck toy.

Worse still, as the days passed in this dreary prison he had to consider that he might never get adopted and that the cash-strapped shit-hole of a pound might soon put him down. The usually calm and collected canine was actually starting to grow distinctively nervous about his odds until that boy came along.

Not much older than a pup himself, Hercules had never fucked around with a guy but that didn't bother the dog. Rather, he was eager to start teaching the human boy the way of things. He'd have that kid eating out of his hand and, more importantly, sucking off his cock before the week was out.

An hour later the big dog was breathing easier as Josh drove the two of them down the highway and away from that cockroach infested, foul-smelling dive. He was still muzzled, pound rules insisting that he stay so until they were back inside the human's home. So they rode in silence, Hercules taking the opportunity to watch his new 'owner', trying to get a sense of his personality and demeanor.

He could see that the boy was stealing sidelong glances at himself as well, smelling a bit nervous as he did so. That was fine by Hercules. It was something he could build on. The anthro would take everything he'd learned by dominating that air-headed slut and put it to use taming and training this skinny human.

He looked forward to seeing how far he could push Josh. Muscle worship? Certainly. Piss swallowing? Maybe. Rimming? Definitely. And with no husband around, they'd be sleeping in the same bed each and every night. Fucking in it too. Well, Hercules would be doing the fucking. The human would be groaning into a sock shoved into his mouth to keep him from waking up the neighbors. An apartment was clearly inferior to the spacious house he'd known up to this point in his life.

Josh saw the dog looking his way and gave a friendly smile.

“Don't worry, boy. We'll get home soon and take that muzzle of you. Then get you fed. Sound good?"

Hercules nodded, keeping his body language friendly, but in his head he thought to himself, 'I'll be feeding you real soon too, boy. Gonna keep that tummy nice and full of dog spunk, your new favorite treat.'

When they got home, the human was good to his word, taking off Hercules muzzle as soon as the door was locked behind them. Stretching his jaw, the anthro took a look around the sad apartment. He'd have to find a way to get them moved into a nicer place, but for now it'd do.

Small. Intimate. And most importantly, no where for the boy to run.

Still holding the muzzle in his hands, Josh looked up at the taller canine and asked, “How's that? Feeling better?"

Hercules shot him a winning smile.

“You bet, kid. And thanks for me getting me out of that shit hole. I can already tell, we're gonna be perfect for each other." The dog placed a hand on Josh's shoulder and squeezed lightly.

The young man's eyes widened at Hercules language and then he laughed, perhaps a bit nervously.

“Sounds great, boy. But, ummm, please call me 'Sir'. And don't curse. Sorry, I know house rules can be a pain, but you'll get use to them."

Not wanting Josh to get the wrong first impression, the anthro decided he'd have to step up his time table for establishing dominance. Reaching out, Hercules pulled the human in close before wrapping his massive arms around the boy, forcing Josh to breath against his chest and he feebly tried to pull back.

“Let's get one thing straight. You're the 'boy' and I'm the 'sir'. You may have adopted me, but what you need to understand is, now that I'm here I own you. But don't fret, boy. I know house rules can be a pain… but you'll get use to them."

Hercules let himself grow hard against Josh's clothed chest, wanting the young man to feel his size and power. He wanted to show the little twerp that he'd been bested in every area. Size. Strength. Confidence. And not least, what kind of heat he was packing. In fact, why not drive that lesson home right here and now?

Placing a hand on top of the human's head, Hercules pushed the still resisting Josh to his knees as he kicked off his red shorts, guiding the lad's scrunched up face up against his meaty baton of a fuck-stick. It was time to give 'sir' a taste of his thick, veined, dog---

“Proxy protocol: Puppet."

The anthro's eyes went wide in shock as he felt all of his muscles relax, his arms falling to his sides. He continued to stay upright but when Hercules realized he couldn't get his arms and legs to move, he tried to shout. This too did nothing as the dog stood in place, only able to control his eyes and his breathing which had picked up pace dramatically.

Josh fell to the floor landing on his ass, and backed away. He coughed and rubbed at his face with the back of his hand and arm, perhaps in an effort to wipe Hercules' musky ball sweat from his face.

“Holy shit. Man am I glad I took the time to speed read the lab manual before taking you home. Guess we know why you dropped off at the pound now. Sorry to do this to you pup, but you're going to have to stay nice and still until I figure out what to do with you."

Proxy protocol? Puppet mode? What the hell was that little shit talking about? Hercules tried to force his powerful muscles to move, but they wouldn't so much as twitch at his mental commands. And in short order his member shrank back down to its soft but still impressive form.

The human walked out of the living room, leaving the rottweiler in his silent struggle to regain control over his own body. There wasn't much to look at so Hercules spent his time alone trying to figure out how to break out of whatever cheap trick those lab geeks had programmed into him. He knew that anthro dogs like him were grown in vats using engineered custom genetic templates, but it had never occurred to the canine that something like this might be possible.

An hour or so later, Josh eventually returned to the room. Standing in front of Hercules with his arms crossed and an annoyed expression the human said, “Okay, I took a moment to chill out so I wouldn't do anything drastic while angry. But I'm still pissed at you. Uncool, dude. However, I do appreciate that you're not entirely to blame. After all, you're only what, a year or two old? Your previous owner clearly didn't set any boundaries for you."

Hercules didn't care for the way the human was talking down to him, but reading between the lines it sounded like he wouldn't be put down outright which was very good news.

“Still, there's going be some major changes moving forward. First, you've obviously come to think of your cock as some sort of tool of sexual dominance for getting your way. Let's take care of that here and now."

The anthro did not like the sound of that at all, but before he could stress too much about the implications he found the human boy taking his cock in hand and stroking him. With days worth of unspent cum stored up in his low hangers, it didn't take long before his rod was back up to its full, regal height.

With a sly smile Josh asked, “Guess you're proud of this, aren't you? Not gonna lie, I would be too if I was swinging around something like this. Well, you should mentally wave goodbye to your hard-on because it's going away for a while. Proxy protocol: Wet noodle."

In less than ten seconds Hercules' mighty erection shrunk down as small as he'd ever seen it, a limp, flaccid thing in the human's still stroking hand.

“Oh, and just to make sure you don't get any ideas about getting off before your behavior improves, Proxy protocol: Blue balls."

Nothing happened but it didn't take a genius to figure out what that command did. Hercules tried to rage and shout, but all he could do was rapidly bat his eyelashes.

Falling to his knees with a huge victorious smile on his face, Josh kept on playing with his dog's floppy dick and gloated, “Now, what were you trying to make me do earlier? Go down on your cock here? Well… if you insist."

And with that said, the lad popped Hercules soft penis into his mouth, moments later sucking it with energy and passion. The canine couldn't move and couldn't get hard, but neither of those made the human's mouth feel any less amazing. Never in his life had he been this horny and yet manage to stay soft.

Josh really went to town too, spending the better part of a quarter of an hour licking, sucking, and slurping over Hercules' member. And it wasn't like the the dog's member was small when soft. Far from it. Even limp the anthro's rod was larger than most humans' fully hard erections. But there was something undeniably pathetic about a pole that was wet, floppy, and refused to get hard. Plus the dog's balls were starting to pain him, so great was his need to shoot.

Jaw muscles starting to protest, the dog's owner had tasted enough. Pulling his lips off the pet's spit slicked tackle, Josh's face once more beamed up at Hercules as he explained, “That was fun. You can count on us doing more of that. Plus, I think I'll enjoy watching you stroke yourself. How amazing would that be: A huge, strong anthro like you desperately pumping his meat, your flaccid thingy jerking around in the air on the down strokes. I'll suck your balls while you work it and we'll see how hot under the dog collar we can get you."

At that particular moment, Hercules didn't care that he couldn't get hard. He just wanted to cum. And if Josh had offered right then and there to either stay soft and cum or regain the ability to erect but stay chaste, the dog had zero doubt which he'd choose.

Standing up once more, Josh issue three more commands back to back.

“Proxy protocol: Play fight."

“Proxy protocol: Babel."

“Proxy protocol: Puppet conclude."

Hercules found that he could move again and immediately gripped his hand around the human's throat, determined to cut off any commands before the twerp could once more immobilize him.

But despite looking annoyed enough to roll his eyes, no harm actually came to the boy and the young man easily batted away the anthro's arm.

Unsure just what in the seven hells was going on, the dog tried to punch the human in the stomach, before he couldn't issue any more commands. But instead of the expected gut-busting super-punch that he was more than capable of delivering given the size of his arms and biceps, he found himself only able to dish out the softest of love taps as his knuckles gently brushed against Josh's shirt.

“Sorry to disappoint you boy, but until I say otherwise all those, well frankly gorgeous muscles of yours are just for show. Me on the other hand? I can still do this."

And just like that, with no further warning Josh slammed his knee upwards with devastating force, directly impacting Hercules' family jewels and crushing the tender pair into his crotch. The dog fell over, gasping and cursing.

Well, he tried to curse. Instead he only managed a series of whimpers and yips. He tried to demand an explanation but instead of words, what poured forth from his muzzle were incomprehensible barks and growls. This must be 'Protocol Babel', Hercules understood. The stupid fucker had not only taken away strength, his endowment, and his ability to get off, but his vocabulary as well. This truly must be hell, he considered. Yes, he was actually put down at the pound, died, and now he was in hell. It all made so much sense now he thought to himself sarcastically, pleased that he could at least still form words in his head.

Josh instantly felt guilty that he'd let his temper get the better of him but he tried to keep it from showing on his face. But his new dog clearly had some behavioral issues and perhaps for now the best thing he could do was to draw a clear line in the sand. Regardless, the human still his stomach knot up as he watched Hercules thrash on the ground, cupping his bruised and already swelling testicles in both hands as he barked incoherently.

After giving the dog a few minutes to recover the man snapped his finger and gestured saying, “Okay, enough with the pity-party mutt. Get up and take a shower so we can go to bed. You smell like dog pound shit. I've mopped up enough of it to know. And you better start behaving or a couple of tender balls will be the least of your worries."

Getting up, Hercules took a couple deep breaths and limped away. If for no other reason than to put some distance between him and the ball-busting human. The apartment was small enough that the canine found the bathroom without issue and got the water running. He wouldn't admit it, least of all to himself, but part of him was worried that if delayed too long the boy would come in after and insist on scrubbing him himself.

The rottweiler was also grateful for the shower because it gave him time to think. Looking back, it was glaringly apparent how bad he'd misjudged the situation. Those damn command words had gutter-balled his gambit something awful. If Hercules had it to do over again, he'd of worked the lad slowly just as he'd done with that clueless guy's wife. Meaningful looks. Long touches full of unspoken intent. Unabashedly growing erect while hungrily licking his lips. And, when the timing was right, slipping into their bed in the dead of night and gently waking them, only to guide the confused and groggy human's head down into his lap, muffling any pointless objections or questions.

It would have worked too, he was almost certain. But he'd gotten impatient and tried to take a shortcut in the heat of the moment. The lad's haughty words has just gotten to him and it had never occurred to him that something like those command words had been built into him.

On that point, he looked down as his naked body as the shower's water cascaded down his body. His cock, impressive as always even soft, laid there motionless. Not even twitching, despite how horny he felt. The dog tall dog tried to will life into it, taking it in hand and caressing it. Stubbornly it stayed limp in his hand, disobedient and useless. And after that lewd display the human put on in the living room, he knew his balls were just as bad. Heavy and full of unspent seed but just as useless as his wilted dick.

But even soft his member was still as sensitive as it was needy and Hercules couldn't help but spend five or so frustrating minutes stroking himself until he forced himself to stop. It was just making things worse and now his balls were both sore and blue with need.

He'd never been this horny before. When it was just him and the wife, it'd been such a trivial thing to pull her into the laundry room, push her to her knees, and feed her a snack. But he'd grown careless and now he was paying the price. And to think, if he hadn't of slipped up and gotten spotted by the husband he could be feeding that bitch another batch of swimmers right now. How he had loved making her hold her mouth open after filling it with cum, ordering her to move his load around with her tongue while he watched.

Dammit all he was horny.

Taking a few steadying breaths he turned off the shower and started to dry himself off with a towel. Shaking his head to regain a degree of clarity, he mentally talked himself up. This wasn't over yet. He'd fumbled the ball on the first play but he'd turn it around and win the game. Hercules could see that Jake or Josh, or whatever his name was, mostly came down him this hard to gain the upperhand. Evidently the boy had come prepared for the dog to try and make a show of force.

Well, guess what fucker. Hercules saw through him and now that he had his head on straight, the black and tan rottweiler could change tactics. Charm and subtlety were the name of the game and he was ready to play. The way that human had gone down on him so fast and complimented his looks? Oh yeah, that lad was looking for a hot daddy figure to take him in hand. And since Hercules fit the bill, why not play to his strengths?

His cocksure smile back in place, the canine strode out of the shower and found Josh in his room, already in bed. Seeing that the boy had spotted him, Hercules leaned against the door frame, struck a pose, and growled lustfully. Not wanting his change of heart to be mistaken or overlooked, he used his other hand to sensually run his finger-pads over his still swollen balls.

Josh visually gulped and Hercules knew that even behind in points for the time being, he was back in the game. Not waiting for an inviting, he strode into the room, slid onto the bed, and parked himself next to his 'owner'. Cupping his hands behind his head, Hercules smiled at the boy and flexed his muscles. Arms, chest, and abs, putting on a show for the wide-eyed youth. Since he couldn't talk, he'd just have to let his body do the talking.

“Ummm…," Josh started, lamely. “You feeling better? After your shower, I mean."

Still smiling coyly, Hercules nodded. He let his furred leg brush up against Josh's, letting the man feel his animal heat.

“Sorry I was rough on you earlier. I think maybe I took things a bit too far."

The canine shrugged, unconcerned. What was a litttle dust-up to a stud like him, he tried to convey. They were just two guys, sizing each other up. It was practically inevitable. And a bit of roughhousing never hurt anyone.

His self-assured confidence was having a noticeable effect on Josh, the bed sheets tenting upwards in a conspicuous position. Moving one hand out from behind his hand, Hercules reached over and rubbed the tip through the cotton sheets with his palm. The human closed his eyes and half sighed, half moaned. The dog kept it up, moving his hand slowly, unrushed.

After minute or so of that, the big anthro made his move. Shifting off the bed for a moment, the dog wasted no time sliding under the covers head first, leading the way with his nose.

'Oooo… not wearing underwear, huh boy?,' Hercules thought to himself. 'You were hoping for this, little one. Aching for it. Looking forward to big daddy dog… eating… you… up.'

And with that the rottweiler found his target in the darkness of the covers. Taking another male's cock into his muzzle for the first time the canine started off slow, exploring the taste and texture with his tongue. 'Not bad,' he thought even as Josh moaned in pleasure on the other side of the sheets. It was a subtle flavor which surprised him a little given that the woman had sometimes complained about how musky his own member tasted.

Hercules settled in to the give the best blowjob he could. Step one of his master plan was getting on the young man's good side. And considering the cute sounds the human was making, he was off to a grand start.

Suddenly Josh groaned, gripping the canine's head. It was only when Hercules' mouth flooded with an unmistakable salty taste that he realized that maybe he'd done too good of a job. The human hadn't even lasted five minutes between his lips. Unseen, the dog rolled his eyes and held still figuring the kid would let him know if he wanted to continue. In the meantime the dog let the human's seed roll over his tongue, pooling in his mouth.

And when Josh pulled back the covers, Hercules pulled off, put on his best smug look, and opened his mouth letting the human get a good look at what his balls had churned up. Still panting, the man smiled back, tired but happy.

“Good dog. Good, good dog…"

Hercules winked at him and then pushed out his tongue a bit, letting the dim lamp light catch the pearlescence of his owners output.

“Fuck yeah…," Josh huffed, contentedly. “Taste good boy?"

The rottweiler made a show of slowly pulling his tongue back into his mouth, tiling his head up, and swallowing letting the twenty three year old watch as his adam's apple moved as he swallowed the batch of warm cum in a single prolonged gulp. Then Hercules opened his mouth again and showed off his tongue, letting Josh see that the treat was all gone, fully enjoyed.

“That's my good chaste puppy. Good Softie," Josh said, patting his head briefly and then leaning back, eyes half lidded already beginning to fall asleep.

Hercules tilted his head, confused. That… didn't sound good.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah... forgot to tell you. While you were showering I decided on your new name. Softie. It's perfect for you and works on a couple levels. Because from now you're… my big… goofy… Softie…"

And just like that, the boy was out like a light, asleep in his bed.

Chaste? Softie? ...Goofy? The canine tried not to growl, mostly succeeding. He'd thought for a moment there he nearly had this in the bag despite his earlier screw up. But now he could see this human was turning out to be particularly stubborn. Not like that witless woman he'd taught to suckle his balls between brutal, sweaty face fuckings.

But Hercules was nothing if not sure of his capacity to overcome challenges. This human might be calling him 'Softie' today but it wouldn't be long before the boy was calling the anthro by a new name.

Master.