My Life as a Little White Dog

Note to Reader:

This is a sequel to "Humiliated at The Halloween Party". I strongly recommend reading this series in order.

My Life as a Little White Dog

Chapter 1: A Terrifying Discovery

I attended class the following week distracted. My humiliation from the weekend was all I could think about. I reran the memories over and over. I was in dire need of a cure for my embarrassing thoughts.

Reggie missed the first few classes that week. Inevitably, he came to class toward the end of the week. I had a hard time sitting next to him. It felt as if he could see right through me. I didn't say a word to Reggie during class. I tried my best to pretend he wasn't there.

When the bell rang, I made an effort to leave. Before I could get up, Reggie grabbed my wrist and pinned me to my seat. I didn't try to fight him. For some reason, I wanted to hear him out.

Reggie cryptically recounted my degrading weekend. I had no words. My face was beat red hearing about it. He told me he could help make sense of what happened if I came by the football house Friday night. I didn't necessarily believe him, but I was desperate for answers.

I was told to text him if I was interested. We went our separate ways after the short conversation. I left class and headed home with a big decision to make.

On the way back to the dorm, I ran into Sam. I hadn't talked to him since Friday before the party.

"Sam! Hey man!"

Sam stopped and stood with me.

"What's up Tyler? Why didn't I see you at the party this weekend?"

The good news was he didn't recognize me. The bad news was he was at that party. Of the two white people I saw, neither looked like Sam. The other boy dressed as a pet was too big to be him. If the pet was ruled out, that would only leave the sexy maid.

"Yeah, I didn't end up making it. Just too short of notice you know? How was it?"

Sam looked nervous as if he was hiding something. He kept avoiding eye contact which was strange for him.

"Oh...umm...it was cool I guess. I didn't really know anyone, but everyone there was nice."

While Sam stumbled through his response, I noticed a dangling earring from his right ear. It was a tiny black spade attached to a small chain. Sam hadn't pierced his ears up until the week of the party. What was more concerning, however, was that they matched the earrings of the maid from the party.

The realization hit me like a truck. I thought the maid looked familiar. With the mask covering his face, I couldn't tell it was Sam. Not only did I find my cross-dressing friend hot, I watched him suck a linebacker's cock.

I quickly brought our conversation to a close and rushed back to my dorm. Thinking of Sam dressed as a maid sickened me. Besides, I had enough to think about already.

Chapter 2: Return of The Football House

I struggled with my thoughts for the next two days. I knew going back to their house would almost guarantee more humiliation. Regardless, I couldn't live with these feelings unresolved. It had only been one week and I was already losing my mind. I threw caution to the wind and texted Reggie.

That Friday night I skittishly arrived at the football house. The events from last weekend continued to haunt me. Returning to the place where I was disgraced by Reggie and his friends unearthed all sorts of feelings. Despite my regretfulness, I desperately hoped Reggie's remedy could resolve my conflicting emotions.

I gave a hesitant knock on their front door. My heart pounded as I waited for someone to grab me. Before long, one of the offensive linemen from the party, Zaire, answered. Chills raced down my spine. He may not have recognized me, but he saw every bit of my demeaning performance last weekend.

I entered a familiar scene. The living room to my left, the dining room to the right, everything was how I remembered it.

I slowly made my way into the living room where I found the crate I was locked in at Reggie's to the left of the couch. A strange energy emanated from the enclosure. I zoned out and stared as if I were hypnotized. My body felt like a magnet being pulled toward it against my will.

Reggie's voice snapped me out of my trance. His footsteps emerged from down the bedroom hall.

"...C'mon Chichi! Let's go see your brother!"

My face flushed. As Reggie rounded the corner, a familiar face crawled behind him. My stepbrother was naked and leashed like the boy from the party who fucked me.

"Yo, what's good bro! I've got a surprise for you. You recognize this playful little thing don't you?"

My stepbrother Max was a symbol of leadership and strength throughout my life. I had looked up to him from the age of 6. For the first time, I found myself looking down at him.

Max was an attractive man. He had masculine confidence, a clean-shaven jawline, stylish short black hair, and a nice tan. His lean, muscular body looked much smaller from above, however. Compared to the big black football players who held his leash, he looked like a pathetic lap dog.

Reggie pulled Max on a short black leather leash tethered to a thick black leather collar. Drool dripped from his mouth which was forced open by a tightly fastened ring gag. Outside of these restraints, his body was painfully observable.

Unlike at the party, there was nothing restricting the use of his limbs or anything covering his eyes. The nose hook dawned by the boy at the party was missing as well as the furry tail. Instead of a tail, a plug with two small gold bells dangling from a 5" chain was lodged in his ass. With nothing obstructing Max's vision, he recognized me immediately.

Reggie yanked his leash.

"Chichi, greet him like you were taught."

My stepbrother kept his eyes on the ground as he slowly crawled to my feet. He kneeled before me with his fists on the ground. With hesitation came a vulnerable gaze up at me.

I cringed at the dumb look on his face. His tongue dangled from his agape mouth as he panted. His wide puppy eyes begged for attention.

While unpleasant, I couldn't take my eyes off him. His predicament overwhelmed me. Suddenly, I felt Zaire's heavy hand grab my shoulder from behind.

"I think he wants you to pet him. Go on, don't be shy."

I was paralyzed with fear. Seeing Max shamelessly following commands like a bitch disturbed me. I wasn't sure what they held over him. Regardless, if Max couldn't oppose them, neither could I.

I leaned forward and ran my fingers through his hair. The awkwardness forced my eyes shut. After a couple of pats, I withdrew my hand.

Reggie called from behind Max.

"Chichi, heel!"

Max turned back to Reggie on all fours. He urgently crawled to his right side and kneeled next to him. He lifted his fists to his chest and looked up at Reggie.

Reggie delightfully looked down at Max as he patted his head. He spoke to him in a patronizing tone.

"That felt good huh? Shall we show your little brother what a good boy you've become? Let's show him what we've taught you."

Reggie commanded my stepbrother to perform a series of embarrassing tricks. Sit, roll over, paw, etc.

It hurt to watch Max submissively roll on his back while Reggie rubbed his stomach, tickled his sides, and squeezed his balls. The memories of my violation in the kitchen resurfaced. Being defenselessly pinned to the floor and groped by large black hands was so defeating. Watching it happen to Max only amplified my feelings of inferiority.

Wag was another of the many degrading tricks. Max looked up at Reggie with his nipples close to the floor and his rear held high. The bells swinging between his thighs jingled like a chime as he shook his ass back and forth. Reggie praised him with a few slaps on the rear.

Show dick had to be the most humiliating trick of the night. Max faced me with his fists held close to his chest. He bounced on his toes with his legs spread wide. His lifeless penis jiggled as he presented it to me. Zaire and Reggie laughed and made demeaning comments about how small his 'pixie stick' was. The public shaming of Max's penis bolstered my insecurity of my own. If he were the boy from the party, mine was even smaller than his.

During each trick, I felt desperate as if I was the one performing. Reggie made sure every embarrassing corner of my brother's body was revealed. I attentively watched as my stepbrother was shown off like an object. While discomfort showed on his face, Max obeyed all of his commands like a well-trained hound.

As the tricks concluded, Reggie offered me his leash.

"Why don't you take him outside for me? I'll let you get a feel for him."

Having to watch was difficult enough. No part of me wanted to contribute to the domination of my stepbrother. I stood in silence for a few moments hoping it was a joke. Reggie soon insisted.

"What's good? Someone's gotta take him to go potty. He patiently held his bladder until you got here. It'd be a shame if he had to hold it until tomorrow."

I looked down at Max. He showed no signs of objection to me walking him. I needed to know what led him to submit to Reggie and Zaire. It was clear they held complete control over him. Even in my presence, he wouldn't oppose them.

"Fine."

I caved under the pressure. I convinced myself it was necessary so I could speak with him. Deep down, I was worried about what they would do to us if I said no.

I snagged the leash from Reggie and headed outside. While the sun had already set, I felt immensely insecure walking a naked man on a leash. It was oddly more uncomfortable for me to treat Max like a pet than it was for me to be treated as a pet the weekend prior.

The football house neighbored a wooded area with a secluded trail. I followed behind my powerless older brother as he led me down the dirt path. The air was a brisk 60 degrees. The only noise breaking up the silence of the night were the leaves crunching beneath us and the jingle of the bells hanging out of my stepbrother's ass. Outside of my disgust for what I was being forced to do, it was a peaceful walk.

We continued until we were out of sight. Without Reggie or Zaire's supervision, I removed his gag.

"Max, what the fuck is going on? What did they do to you? Why are they treating you like a dog?"

He looked at me with disappointment.

"I'm sorry, Tyler. I hoped that you would never see me like this. I am embarrassed to admit it, but this is who I am."

"I've been a pet for 2 years now. It started freshman year when I met Zaire. He brought me to a kickback with some of the older guys. I was so excited to be with the football team I set aside my rationality. We played a stupid game and set up a bet beforehand. Trying to impress them, I took the risk and ended up losing."

"I stood no chance against the older big black football players. Zaire couldn't defend me either. I was stripped of all my clothing, collared, and blindfolded. I spent the rest of the day serving as their tiny white pet. They fed me dog food, took me outside, taught me tricks, and put me to bed in a crate. All the while, I was fondled and teased."

"While I was devastated in the moment, I later struggled to shake my submissive feelings. In the presence of any black students, I found myself trying to appease them. When Zaire gave me the opportunity to role-play again, I couldn't say no."

"Zaire gave me the name Chichi. The guys refer to me by that name whenever I'm in their care. My life as their pet is kept between me and a handful of Zaire's black teammates. If they do bring others around, I'm masked to protect my identity. They must feel you are worthy of knowing about me. I'm embarrassed, but I trust them."

Having now spoken with him, my fears were undeniable. I sucked my stepbrother's dick before he unknowingly raped me at the party. I didn't have the balls to tell him what happened. Even though he was comfortable with being a perverted dog, I loosely held onto what was left of my pride as a man. I set my frustration aside and continued to listen.

"I'm deeply ashamed, but being treated like a dog makes me happy. Once you set your pride aside, it's freeing to obey. Although humiliating at times, it's fulfilling to serve my owners. When this collar is on, I am a thoughtless pet. My only responsibility is to obey."

I snapped back at him in denial. He sounded so ridiculous. The Max I once knew was far more masculine. He would've never let other men treat him this way.

"You don't think it's weird to crawl around with your penis showing and stuff stuck up your ass? Performing like a show pony while they laugh at you? Can't you act like a dog with clothes on?"

Max looked at me sincerely.

"They can decorate me however they want. Ultimately, I don't care what I look like. Deep down, I was always meant to be a bitch."

"Although surrendering isn't easy at first, it quickly becomes an addiction. I stand no chance against them. Knowing they can do whatever they want to my body excites me."

The more Max spoke, the more I understood him. I was reminded of the feelings from the party once again. Crawling helplessly through the dining room, being watched, being groped, something about that pleased me.

"Since you hold my leash, I will do whatever you say. If you wish to punish me for disappointing you I'd understand. Give me the command and I will obey."

I didn't seek revenge for what he did to me at the party or for letting me down as a role model. I held complete power over him yet it didn't matter to me. I just wanted to get this over with.

"Just hurry up and pee. I don't want to be out here any longer than we have to."

Max replied.

"Yes Sir."

Max headed to the nearest tree. I watched him lift his leg as a dog would. A steady steamy stream soiled the dirt beneath him. He crawled back to me as the last droplets fell from his tip.

"Thank you for taking me out. I feel terrible that you were burdened with the responsibility of letting me pee. Don't worry, the guys will let me poop in the morning. I'll save you the trouble of tending to my hole and cleaning up after me."

The shamelessness he showed towards me was discomforting. He had always been my superior. I couldn't understand why he was comfortable bowing to me.

"Put the gag back in my mouth. I don't want them to catch us talking. Once we're back inside, hand me back over to them. They will take care of the rest."

My concern for Max's safety was set aside. I needed to pass off the leash. I hated being his owner. I would rather be back at the party than order him around.

"Fine!"

I put his gag back on and followed him back inside the football house. The guys were waiting patiently for our return. I handed my stepbrother back to his owner, Zaire.

"Took you long enough. You must've been shy having to go in front of your brother."

Max hung his head as Zaire rubbed his neck.

"Alright Chichi, time for you to go back in the cage."

Zaire unclipped the leash from my stepbrother's collar. Max sulked on his crawl to the crate. He entered on his own without a struggle. Once inside, Zaire shut the crate door behind him and locked it with a key.

Max agreeably laid down inside of the black wire cage. While he wasn't thrilled to be locked away, he showed no concern for his freedom. Until someone let him out, he would be trapped in there.

With Max settled on the crate floor, Zaire grabbed the handle on top of his crate and lifted it with ease. Simultaneously, Reggie opened the closet door that was in the hallway leading to the bedrooms. Zaire carried my caged stepbrother to the closet like a duffle bag. He stored Max inside and shut the closet door.

With Max put away, their focus shifted to me. Reggie spoke to me as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

"What's that look on your face? Are you surprised by your big bro's secret pet life?"

I awkwardly stood with a blank stare.

"This all started as a humiliating punishment. Zaire and I were freshmen at the time. The seniors made the freshman bring white boys to the house for them to beat up on."

"Zaire and I got a lot of cred for bringing Max around. The older guys made him their bitch for the day. Max was terrified of the older guys. He did whatever they said."

"When he left the next day, he didn't say a word to either of us. I figured that would be it for him. Zaire thought differently. It took him a little while, but he convinced your bro to come back to our place. The two of us got him to strip and act like a pet again."

"From that day on, Zaire and I trained him like a dog. It didn't take long for him to confess his true feelings. He thanked us for making him our bitch."

"You know it deep down. You're embarrassed to admit it, but you share those feelings. You can only ignore your desires for so long. I can help you achieve them."

Reggie read my mind. My stepbrother's confession resonated with me. Those feelings of pleasure from last weekend were real. Like Max, I felt inferior to these large black men. I felt compelled to obey them despite the horrors they enacted on me.

"Are you going to turn me into a dog like my brother?"

Reggie smiled.

"Come back tomorrow night and I'll show you."

I couldn't believe I was considering such a demeaning offer. I battled with my thoughts for minutes before conditionally accepting.

"Can you promise me no one will find out? Not even my stepbrother?"

Reggie maintained his smile.

"Say less. Come by around 7. I'll make the preparations."

I left the football house with mixed emotions. I was ashamed to be considering this at all, yet, I found my stepbrother's predicament oddly cute. Regardless of my shame, I stuck to my commitment.

Chapter 3: Becoming his Bitch

Against my better judgment, I decided to return to Reggie's. Despite my conflict, I couldn't reject the urge to experience those feelings again.

I arrived late Saturday night around 7. I entered as I had for the pregame a couple of weeks earlier. Reggie awaited me at the door. My stepbrother was nowhere in sight, nor were any of Reggie's friends.

Reggie was deliberate with each word. Unlike our last couple of interactions, he was very serious. Wasting no time, he presented me with a thick red leather collar. Along with it came the rules for the night.

"Once you put on this collar, you must do whatever I say. If you disobey, I will punish you."

"You will refer to me with 'Yes Sir' or 'No Sir'. You will speak when spoken to unless it's an emergency."

"Your name will be Mimi. You will only respond to Mimi when you have this collar on."

"All other rules will be taught once the collar is on. If you accept, put on the collar."

Reggie handed me the collar. I stared at it for a while thinking about what I was about to do. After a moment of hesitation, I strapped the collar around my neck. I had come this far. There was no turning back now.

With the collar on, Reggie ordered me to strip. I cautiously stripped down one article of clothing at a time. With each article removed, my feelings of inferiority grew. While Reggie had seen me naked already, I was embarrassed to be seen.

Now naked, Reggie commanded me again.

"Down!"

Reggie's commands were threatening. If I didn't obey, punishment awaited me. With the collar on, that punishment could be anything. I feared Reggie, but that fear excited me.

"You will be on all fours for the rest of the night. Do you understand?"

I looked up and replied as instructed.

"Yes Sir."

Reggie patted me on the head and complimented me.

"Good boy."

Like Max, Reggie ran me through some basic tricks. He taught me how to heel, wag, sit, roll over, etc.

Having watched Max, I knew all of the tricks already. I practiced heeling against his right leg just as Max had, I practiced wagging my butt as if I had a tail, and the most degrading of all, I practiced presenting my tiny penis to Reggie.