I’m a p************. I used to r*** our childhood dog, he was fixed as a puppy and didn’t like his sheath touched, let alone his d*** jerked on, but I’d jack him off just about every chance I got. I sucked him off and forced his d*** in my a**, all while he’d whine and growl and did just about everything he could to tell me he didn’t like it. I literally had to drag him into the bathroom, the one room where my mom wouldn’t walk in on us, but I didn’t care. In the moment, I convinced myself that he liked it; he got big and hard, he must be liking it. But in retrospect, I was just using him as a d****. I feel like nine pounds of s*** over it, especially because he got increasingly aggressive overall; I knew why, but I still didn’t stop. My parents couldn’t trust him around my sister’s kids, so they had to have him out down.