The Newest boy part 2

Hey guys! Long time no post. Basically I lost access to my last account, so I made a new one, and forgot about this story till just now! I've worked up a little more on it, and if people like it I'll finish it. Posting the whole thing as it is right now. Hope you enjoy! Wruff!




Note- this story continues within the universe of my previous, “Be a Good Boy” but from a different perspective.


Sam's leg twitched rapidly as the tall man scratched him behind his ear. He could think of nothing besides the hand that was delivering this perfect sensation to his brain- for the moment, all shame, fear and confusion left him in a wash of mindless physical pleasure. His foot kicked in time with the movements of the man's fingers, as a release valve for the excess feelings that his body couldn't absorb. As the man pulled his hand away, the afterglow left Sam's tongue hanging out of his mouth and his eyes shining brightly for a few seconds, before he remembered who he was and what was happening. A look of fear and disgust came on to his face as he tried to pop his tongue back into his mouth (it felt too big) and looked up at the looming figure before him. He wouldn't admit it at the time but there was also an element of longing in his face for the sensation which had all too quickly left his mind reeling.
“Awwwww,” said the main, with a condescending smile and bright tone, “poor puppy doesn't know what's going on. Still getting used to our new station in life, are we, dog?” His expression turned darker as he gloated over the boy's prone body.
And why was he down on all fours like this? He tried to stand up and face this strange menace, but found he could only rear back onto his thighs with his arms sticking comically out in front of him, bent at the wrist. He tried to sit back on his ass and stand from there, but could only rest his cheeks on his back thighs with his hands on the ground in front of him. He rose back up into the position on all fours which suddenly seemed to natural to him and attempted to curl his hands into fists but found that this too was impossible.
“Baby boy” the man said, “you're fighting a loosing battle. You can't do a thing without my permission. Well, at least, your brain thinks you can't. And that's all that really matters, in the end. Watch this. Sit!”
Sam's eyes snapped up to the man even as he fell down to sitting position. He felt his attention zero in. He couldn't help but wonder what the next instruction would be even as he struggled to disobey.
“Lay down” his head fell forward as his forearms bent, until he was crouching in a compact bundle on the floor. “Role over.” The world spun around him.
“Good boy, who's a good boy?” the man sang, and Sam felt a rush of positive emotion he couldn't repress. Struggling against the smile that sprung onto his face only made the pleasure increase until his eyes glazed over and all thoughts ceased.
“Woof!”
“See? You haven't got a chance in the world. I can even control your emotions.”
Sam's face fell as he realized the man was right. Was this to be his new life? He tried to ask the man what had happened, but all that came out was a series of indiscriminate grumblings and a confused expression. Oh God, I can't even make words anymore...
“I know you don't understand.” Despite everything the soothing voice began to unknit Sam's concern. “Let me tell you a story. You don't remember how you got this way, or even who I am, beyond the simple idea of 'master.'”
Sam shook his head faintly as he tried to refute this claim.
“The fact is, you once knew me as an equal. We went to college together. Of course, I still go to college. You, on the other hand...” Master chuckled faintly. “Come on, I'll explain on the way.” He pulled a leash out of his pocket and attached it to the collar around Sam's neck. As they walked along Sam naturally stayed just to the man's side, surprising himself at his quickness on all fours.
“From the moment I saw you I thought you'd make the perfect addition to my pack. You have that kind of eager look in your eyes- you were a man who lived for pleasure, weren't you, boy?”
He tried to remember what kind of a 'man' he had been, but to his shock and dismay he had not memory from before that first wash of pleasure he had felt a few minutes earlier. He had been a man once, hadn't he?
“You were. I saw the mischief on your face, and an excitable spirit in everything you did.The way your features would light up at the thought of some new adventure... I had to have you. I'll allow you to remember a little bit now boy. Remember how it was right before we first met.”
And suddenly, a great rush of memory came back to him. He had been a party boy- fraternity, actually. His grades had been abysmal, but that didn't really matter. It was who you knew, not what you knew, as his brothers were always saying. And he knew everybody. The one activity he had taken seriously was swim team, because that scholarship kept him in clothes and booze. Women had never been a problem for him. They all said he was handsome- devastatingly handsome, was the phrase most commonly used. A good life, but he recalled feeling out of control. He felt that way, right up until he met...
“Me.” said master. “You were quite the hedonist, until you met me. We were in the same Lit class, and I knew right away I had to have you. You didn't notice me at first, of course. But I've gotten quite good at what I do, by now. The first time I hit you with the serum, it was a powerful batch, you were almost ready to give yourself up to me right then, weren't you? Remember.”
He saw himself walking out of class and felt something hit the back of his neck- then, all thought was gone. Suddenly nothing mattered, nothing existed. He wasn't thinking about getting through the semester, or maintaining his social status, or which girl to pursue, he was just- and then he came back, looking at this kid he thought he recognized. Not sure what happened, he turned without a word to leave, but with the faint impression that he'd like to feel that way again...
Sam walked along next to his master, powerful hips swaying as he pumped his legs and arms quickly to keep up. He shook his head to get the hair out of his eyes, sweeping it aside with his hands no longer an option. Guys always gave him shit about keeping his hair longer- called him Blonde Justin Bieber, sissy, said it slowed him down in the pool. He kept it because the girls liked it, and he knew it went well with his somewhat cherubic face. Sam unconsciously cocked his head to listen when master started talking again.
“It affected you pretty strongly, so I knew it wouldn't be long before I could do your full induction. The next day I followed you after class and introduced myself. You didn't know why, of course, but you took to me right away, invited me to some party you were going to.”
Sam remembered the warm feeling he'd had when his master- this guy, this kid- had walked up to him. He also remembered the party, having a good time, until he'd seen the man again. Then nothing.
“I gave you another dose then and led you off drooling to my apartment. Quite a spectacle you made, people weren't sure what to think. Following some faggot looking like the happiest idiot in the world. Oh well, reputation won't matter much to you any more.”
Sam's face turned a deep shade of red as he thought of this event. He couldn't remember it, even as master talked about it.
“After that it was a few days of intense reconditioning. Top to bottom, we made your brain over. Like I said, I've gotten quite good at it.”
A flood of sensory images came into his brain all at once. He remembered sitting on the floor, listening to tapes talking about what a good boy he was, how happy he could be under his masters control. He remembered having cock shoved in his face, first hating the thought, then tasting the sweet syrup that reminded him so much of that feeling he'd had, then longing for it, needing it, begging for it with all the force of his soul.
“It was fun- some of the most fun I've ever had breaking a boy. You're a very pleasure driven person. Watching you give in was deeply satisfying, for you as much as me. Once you were ready to admit to yourself that the pleasure from me was greater than whatever you could get anywhere else, you came over quickly and fully. Such a dumb, simple, sweet dog.” Master ruffled his head.
Sam noticed they'd been walking for a while now. As he looked around he saw that they were in a parking garage. They came to a large, black pickup truck. Master opened the door and he naturally hopped into the passenger seat, sitting up with his front paws between his legs even as he struggle to do otherwise, and panting with the exertion of the walk even as he tried to stick his tongue back in his face. Master stepped to the other side and got in.
“Now sit like a human boy, but don't talk or make any move to run away.”
Sam's body moved without his permission into a normal position on the seat.
“Buckle up.”
His hand grabbed the buckled and fastened it down as he watched, dumbstruck.
“Now face forward and have a nice normal look on your face.”
As they drove out of the lot, Sam watched in horror out of the corner of his eye when master took the hand he wasn't using to drive and grabbed his cock. It quickly grew hard as master pumped it, and Sam felt himself straining to keep the calm expression as whimpers and small woofs of pleasure escaped his closed lips. He knew he shouldn't be enjoying this, but a hand was massaging his dick and it felt amazing. He'd jerked off a lot, before, even though he was getting it whenever he wanted. Master easily maneuvered the turns even as he jerked his boy's hard tool, not seeming to pay much mind to him. Sam let loose a huge load which sprayed across his front just as they pulled up to a house he didn't recognize. Master gave a small chuckle as he pulled his hand away.
“Go ahead, boy, lick it up, I know you want to.”
Before the thought could process in his head Sam's tongue shot out of his mouth and his body bent in half as he licked up every drop of semen from his chest and stomach. He even found he was flexible enough to get his own dripping tool into his mouth, which he did with such energy he found his body clean of semen and glistening with spit. With that, he dove towards his master's hands where a small bit of his seed still waited unconsumed.
“Haha, alright, alright, silly dog, you got it all, now sit.”
His butt was drawn magnetically to the seat.
“Good boy, such a good boy to obey like that.” Master took Sam's face between his two glorious hands and rubbed and massaged the back of his head and temples, delivering that impossible feeling once again. “Now time to come meet the others.”
Sam thought nothing as he trotted out of the truck, his mind still lost and his face still split by a stupid grin. His ass waggled gently as he licked his lips one more time, trying to get another taste of the substance he couldn't resist. When they walked through the door, he barely registered a heavy pattering sound and looked up just in time to see four burly men racing toward him on all fours at top speed.
“Hello, boys” said Master, as the men swirled around his legs, trying to get his attention. “You're good doggies.” Sam backed up against the door and sat his ass down. The men licked at his Master's thighs, and panted openly. Then one spotted him.
“Whoa! Stephan! Slow down!” A red-haired man wearing a red collar was licking Sam's face, neck and ears eagerly. Then the two others, a dark skinned man with jet black curly hair and and asian man with a strong jaw began to investigate his hind-end, sniffing at his exposed cock and asshole. The darker skinned man was vaguely greek looking. He began to lick at Sam's balls, while the asian man explored his asshole, despite the gymnastic difficulty in reaching it, backed up against a wall as it was. Meanwhile the redhead continued to bath his face. This blitz of stimuli left Sam reeling, and he felt his back arching in response to the licking,
“Boys!” Master said sharply, and all four heads snapped up instantly. “Sit down!” Three asses plopped down on heels, while Sam's was already in that position. He felt an unbidden surge of pride at having been the first one to comply to Master's orders.
“Good doggies. I understand you getting a little eager, he is a cute one.” Master grinned benevolently and the three other men began to pant, their tongues hanging out of their faces with vacant content looks in their eyes. “Sammy boy, I want to introduce you to the pack. This is Stephan.” He ruffled the hair of the redheaded man, who turned his drooling mouth to try and lick Master's hand. “He was my first experiment, and thus a little heavy on the... oral appeasement.” Master grinned. “This” he said, moving down the line, “is Andy. When I found him, he was just a little eighteen year old thing.” Sam looked and saw that now, Andy was anything but little. His shoulders were broad but his waist was slim. “My most recent acquisition besides you is our friend Taiga.” He placed his hands on the head of the asian man, who looked if possible even more empty headed and content than the rest of them. “Taiga is the pack's alpha. You'll be below Andy and him, but above dear Stephan.”
Below? Above? Sam wondered what Master meant by this.
“Well boys” Master said, his eyes sweeping over the four of them. “I've got to do some work and I can't have you horny idiots distracting me. Time to go outside.” The redheaded man trotted obediently to a glass sliding door at the back of the room, and the Greek kid followed behind him, but the asian guy had returned to his investigations of Sam's asshole.
“Taiga” Master said sharply. His head turned reluctantly away. “Out. You can play with Sammy outside.”
Master grabbed both by the collar and hauled them out the door. Sam found himself in a large enclosure, with extremely tall dark fences.