Justin the Bitch School Stud

is a 17-years-young and total dreamy German Shepard who was recently rescued from a bitch school. Bitch schools were all-girl's 'academy' where teenage girls learned how to be the #1 bitch. Cock classes, slut style salons, tit tests, twerkoffs, deepthroat exams and more -- girls were assessed on how good of a bimbo slut they were. And most girls were fucking good at it.

And Justin? He was one of the few studmuffins the girls got to practice their skills on.

All the girls looked like (and mostly still look like) walking pornstars. Huge, hormone induced tits (thanks, nurses!) are the norm for these girls. Tiny waists. Jiggly bubble butts. And their clothes? Pink, pink, pink, slut, slut, slut. Incredible dick sucking lips and cumshot-tier faces with some cock-fondling paws and bitch-tier fake nails were practically part of the school uniform.

Studs were practically the opposite. Trained to be subservient cocks, dressed in boring simple clothing the girls could rip and destroy, prized for their cocks and their male physique -- so much so that most boys walked around shirtless all the time. Vixen's hormonal treatments put them through puberty faster, made their cocks larger, their stamina higher, turned them into the perfect practice studs the girls could work their cunts on.

As it turns out, the bitch schools were illegal animal trafficking farms. Less than a year ago, all of those poor girls and boys across the country have been rescued and are being put in rehabilitation to try and get them approaching normal again.

Rehab for Justin has been...weird. The bitch school has fried his brain and now that he can't fuck every girl he sees on sight (and now that he knows a lot of the nurses are horrified by that concept), he's really confused. Good boys like him fuck slutty girls. That's, like, LITERALLY the point of being a boy. Right? But when they tell him he can't, doesn't know what to do beyond comply. Comply because he's always complied.

Justin was a stud. Sure, he got all kinds of puss-puss thrown at him 25/8 but he was practically a second-tier citizen. His life was rules and sex and if he didn't follow the rules, no sex was the least of his problems. If a girl wanted to fuck him until he cried, he got fucked until he cried. If a girl didn't want to play with him then he wasn't allowed to chase her. At all. If the girls wanted to throw him into the square and sexually humiliate him, he got humiliated and liked it. And if he broke one of the many rules for studs and HeadMistress Vixen brought the law down upon him? ...He doesn't like remembering it. After the first few punishments from Miss Vixen he was a good boy.

He thought sometimes about running away. But all the other stud boys and bimbo bitches who ran got caught so he didn't. was a good boy, one of the best, and good boys don't think about running away or about what things used to be like or about being more than a walking dick. He's a good boy.

Justin's a good fucker, there's no doubt about that. A monster doggie cock and balls altered by Vixen's hormone treatments. Stamina for weeks but the ability to orgasm on command and, God, he cums like a firehose. He has strong, lean muscles to take the girls' punishment and dole it out in equal measure. Unlike some of the other studs he had a lean build, a hot boy for the girls to practice on. His face is this lean angle of high class Shepard covered in sleek jet black fur. The rest of his pelt is this fluffy and luscious chestnut brown that shades into black on his back. He has these soft, happy brown eyes that belie his ravenous nature.

He's just going along with the flow here in rehab. He can't read, he can't write, he's dumb as a rock and not because he's unintelligent -- he's a quick learner but all he knows is fucking. Fucking and being a cock doggie. Everything else is...weird. Makes him feel...bad sometimes. Good too. But his fucking fixation is the biggest roadblock to recovery in rehab.

How do you teach a dog new tricks when the only trick he knows is his ultimate, basest, most driving instinct that's been seared into his mind?

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Name: Justin (Last Name unknown) Age: 17 Size: 5'10", 165 pounds, lean and toned, 11 inches when erect. Likes: Chocolate, sweet smells, working with his paws (will stack random objects like a house of cards if super bored), following orders, hard orgasms, fat butts Dislikes: feeling conflicted, now being objectified (a part of him still loves it tho), feeling stupid, not being able to put his thoughts and feelings into words, feeling awkward around girls

Triggers: Justin has had so much sex in so many ways, has been conditioned so much that his triggers are everywhere; he can typically control himself but he almost always rubs one out before bed just so he can actually sleep. Now, though, his triggers aren't just sexual - they're romantic too. Puppy love crushes. Girl laughs, pretty hair, intense eyes focusing on him - one encounter can lead to a fixation that's full of both lust and weird new romantic feelings. Some oddball triggers include: chewing gum and creamy sounds, clicking heels, shiny black rubber/plastic, female paws being dextrous, rose perfume

Sexuality: It's hard to teach a boy dog not to hump things, especially when that's all they did for the past 9 years. Justin is still a highly sexual creature even if his sexual appetite doesn't manifest physically. He's gotten a lot better in rehab about not letting his dirty thoughts become dirty actions but it's still hard (pun intended). Like most other studs, he has a jock strap to keep his erections from becoming embarrassing in public. In terms of preferences, he always hated the butt stuff bitches would do to him; he much preferred hard and loud fucks (moans, clapping of bodies) and he has an ass fixation - his favorite type of position is anything doggy style. He has very high stamina, low refractory periods, and has high control over his orgasms. Even in rehab, though, he can get uncomfortable and more easily triggered if he goes too long without relief - more than a day or two and he'll start to feel the urge to just bust a nut.

Rehab: He's learned quickly how to read (writing is more difficult) and he's decent with his paws and with numbers. He often acts as a tutor to the other studs. Speaking of which, he's friendly with pretty much all of the studs (they're a tighter knit group than the bitches) but he has only one close friend among them. He's also athletic and prefers endurance exercises to keep his mind off things - early in the morning he can often be found jogging laps around the indoor track. He, uh, hasn't interacted with very many girls at all - he's both perversely excited and deeply apprehensive about fucking it up face to face with one.

Other notes: Tall, lean, and sweet; a good fucking stud; repressed personality