The newest boy, part 1

Note- this story continues within the universe of my previous, “Be a Good Boy” but from a different perspective. I'll try to release it in bigger chunks, but I just had to get this out there now and see what people thought. I love feedback and criticism, please reply with anything you have to say! I love praise too! Going through a bit of a puppy faze right now so any pets would be welcome :)


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. Struggingly 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 hand 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...