Jonathan had been proud to be in the army. When on leave, he would go home and brag to all his old friends about how he was killing terrorists now. The truth was that Jonathan was pretty well useless, for the simple fact that he was a chicken. His scareddy cat ways got him into quite a bit of trouble also.
When overseas,
shooting started up one day while he was on patrol, and his first thought and
action was to save himself. One of his fellow soldiers got shot in the right
arm and instead of trying to help him, Jonathan just left him there and ran off
saving his own hide. He learned just how big of a mistake that was when he got
back to America.
He was immediately
brought before a secret tribunal which decided he should be punished for his horrible
actions in the field. They stripped him of his status as a human, declared him
a pet, and presented him as property to Freddie, the one he left to die in the
field.
Freddie is a cruel,
horny master, he daily finds new ways to torment and humiliate Johnathan. It’s
been well over a year, and Johnathan as come to accept his fate as well as he
can, but it’s not easy when your master arranges for a squadron to give you
piss baths, or when you work a makeshift glory hole in the barracks.
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