Attachment Issues by TyrsBackalley

Attachment Issues

TyrsBackalley, Abuse, Anal, Anal Fisting, Ass, BDSM, Ball Growth, Ball Slapping, Balls, Bareback, Blindfold, Buttplug, Castration, Cock And Balls Torture, Cooking, Deep Penetration, Dog, Doggystyle, Domination/Submission, Foot Fetish, Gay, Horns, Husky, Knot, M/M, M/M/M, Malamute, Male, Male/Male, Master/Pet, Master/Slave, Medical Procedures, Mild NC, Mutilation, NC, Neutering, Never Seen Sex Act, Oral, Piercing, Piss, Prey, Rhino, Rhinoceros, Rough, Rough Sex, Semi Consensual, Size Queen, Snuff, Strangulation, Stretching, Suspension, Tail, Tail Sex, Tailhole, Tailplay, Teeth, Torture (moderate), Toys, Watersports

Alright, this is a rather long piece. Full of fucked up shit all suffered by a 'consensual' malamute victim at the hands of a burly rhino. If you read it please let me know what your thoughts are on the matter. Thanks.

It was a fairly simple add I answered to online. Gay sadist looking for Slave to sign consent over to him in all things. Experience not required. Link below for application contract. Prefer K9's. Any race gets me going though, except rats. Note: this will be painful so apply carefully.

Just wondering about it got me excited and for a week I read it everyday. Then after the week I printed off the consent contract forms. The task of reading them took me just over another week and only then could I finally bring myself to message him. I still hadn't signed anything and was just searching for a couple of answers. I was curious and he wouldn't give me any details other than, that he was sick of having limits with subs and that he was a rhino. That alone had my interest piqued. I've been pissed off with relationships for a while so it sounds fun and quite frankly rhinos are fucking hot.

It was another week after that when I convinced myself to sign the contract. Contacting him and sending him a picture of the signed contract he gave me a time and place to go, telling me to take the contract with me. Turns out it was a lawyers office which took the contract with a smile on her face and gave me a new address. This one was to his house apparently. She was pretty nice about it but on my way out her voice haunted me when she said "Better hurry too Tray. He already knows you dropped off the papers."

Now with an added bounce in my step I find myself jogging up to the front door of a warehouse where I was told to wait. Knocking on the door I settle in to wait for a while but before I've composed my thoughts the front door opens. The stench that issues when it does has my head spinning. Musk, sweat, ground metal and pure masculinity fill my nostrils. Sniffing at the air again I groan as my pants tighten and my knees go weak only to lose further control when I recognize exactly who opened the door. Standing in that open door way would be the rhino of my dreams. Bosskk.

Bosskk was a porn star reputed for playing rough in the BDSM scene about 5 years ago. I've watched dozens of his videos and now to be standing before him and his tattooed forearms and that legendary musclegut. Well by god I'm in heaven. "Master Bosskk." I say without thinking before clapping my paws over my muzzle in fear at having spoken without being told to.

"Cute," He says with a smile that makes me feel better having recognized him. "You must be the malamute I was expecting. Tray right?"

Just hearing him say my name has me all in a tither as I nod frantically and my curvy tail wags behind me. "Yes Sir. I came as quick as I could from the lawyers. I couldn't wait to get here."

"We'll see about that." Gesturing for me to come in he tells me to, "Come on in and strip. You won't be needing the clothes any longer." Tentatively I take a step in allowing my eyes to adjust to the dark. The warehouse I was expecting isn't actually a warehouse but a workshop. Looking about I see makings of all kinds of things, most of which are made of metal. Shrugging it off, I shrug my own clothes off glad to see that no one else is here to watch me do it.

He barely spares a glance for me as I take off my clothes but now I know its just him and me I can't stop staring. Dressed in a suit of overalls with the arms rolled up he still looks as buff as he did 5 years ago when he was in porn. Maybe older but if anything he's become better looking with age as his ass pops now. Buns like steel I drool just thinking about the delightful scents that those pants secure. Creeping down I see the boots he wears and I wonder if he'll let me sniff them after he pulls them off.

Shirt and pants off I wonder at where I'm meant to place them when he speaks again, "Anything in your pockets, phone, wallet or keys, put them on the bench here. The clothes all go in the fire to my right."

"In the f-fire Sir?"

"Thats right Mutt" he answers of my startled out question. "You have no need of them anymore just as you have no need of your old identity. You may leave my place in time to accompany me but when you do, it will be in what I choose to put you in. So clothes in the fire before I lose my patience which you really don't want me doing just yet."

Walking up I fiddle for a bit with my pockets as I get my keys, phone and wallet out along with a USB drive which I set on the table, before looking down at my clothes. They're my favourite clothes. Like I wore them today to impress my new Master and all he wants me to do is burn them. Well no choice I guess and with that I toss them in watching them take flame instantly. The heat from the fire is sweltering which makes sense as it's a smelting furnace. I didn't notice that until just then.

Bosskk cuts my vision of my clothes burning short by shutting the furnace door before gathering up my things and putting them in his pocket. Clapping me on my furry shoulder he leads me off out the back. Through two rooms which I barely get a glance in before he has me in the bathroom where he tosses me three razors and a pack of shaving cream. "Shave first and when you're done I'll come in and check your work. Then you'll shower so we can continue."

Looking at the bottle and razors I ask foolishly, "Umm what exactly am I shaving Sir?"

"Everything." He doesn't even shut the door on his way out and I'm smart enough not to think of doing it myself.

Calling out I ask, "Any chance I could get some clippers first to make it easier?" Embarrassing as being a shaved dog is, three razors just isn't enough to cut it for a malamute of my fur length. "On the bench Mutt."

"Oh." Turning around I see them already laid out for me. "Well fancy that." Picking them up I take one last look at my furry visage in the mirror and say goodbye to it. Even for dogs some masters love shaving their subs so I wasn't too surprised at having to do this embarrassing task. With a buzz I switch them on and set cutter to fur watching it fall off in chunks.

By the time I'm done I know I've missed a couple of spots but unless I want to suffer more cuts, I have to wait for Bosskk, or my Master as I need to start calling him, to come back. I'm not game enough to leave the bathroom as he specifically bade me wait and if there is anything from what I've seen, I should obey him. Getting down on my knees I settle in to wait which isn't a long time at that.

"Not a bad job. Hand me the razors and I'll clean you up a bit." Coming in he appraises me quickly and like I'm told I pass up the razors standing to give him access. He's methodical in his approach even when it comes to my ass which I expected some interest in, but none. When he touches up my ears he pulls them this way and that to make sure I got it all. I was particularly proud that he only had to go over one part of them.

Setting down the razors he hands me a bottle of soap out of his pocket. "Use this after your first shower. It's a fur stopper so that it shouldn't grow back within two weeks. Leave it in for 10 minutes and then wash it off. Pay close attention around the eyes but don't get it in them. Blinding yourself won't stop you from becoming my Slave." He's quick to leave once more not letting me get in a word and like he asked I set to it.

By the time I'm done my skin feels like its on fire but I know the creams working at least. Drying off with the towel that he left me I set it back on the bench folded and await my next task. The smell of soap drifts in before he does this time making me miss the way he smelt earlier. Looking up I see that he's changed but it looks professional as he gestures for me to follow him. "Get up and come along. I've decided on how I'm going to modify your appearance for today."

Modify? I don't like how that sounds but it's what I signed up for so I wouldn't be alone. Following him I decide to ask the question even if I do get punished for it. "Umm, Master Bosskk could I ask what you mean by modify?"

"Don't get used to asking questions but I'm glad you have a backbone." He says gruffly as he leads me behind him to a new room with an adjustable metal bench in the middle of it. Leather cuffs are wrapped about every limb and it appears to be able to cuff someone in any manner I can possibly imagine. "As you asked I'm giving you a few piercings. Placing a collar around your neck and I'm going to hobble you. Now get up putting your tail through here."

He shows me the hole where my tail goes but at the word hobble I have second thoughts. A bit late for that now so what the hell. Hopping up on the bench I set my tail through the hole under me and lie down. Still, "How do you mean to hobble me Master Bosskk?"

Starting with the straps he doesn't do many of them up but still by the end of it I'm secured unless I were to really struggle. That would take far more time than I would have however with him in such close proximity. "Metal ankle cuffs that will pressurize your tendons making it impossible to bend them for running. Walking will be painful but you'll manage or you'll crawl until you get used to them."

He's already set up for this and before I can adjust he's pulling on a set of rubber gloves. "First the piercings." Heating up a needle he manipulates my head and thinking that he's going to do my ears I hold them still only for the heat to start up in my nose. Wanting to scream I go cross eyed as I try to watch as my nostrils get pierced. To most furs a nose piercing is simple but to dogs its agonizing and god the smell.

Methodical in his approach he removes the smoldering needle the moment my nose is sealed and threads my new ring in. He's deliberately left it so I can see the ring as it hangs upside down. Thick as a bulls ring it looks sturdier than a dog would ever wear and we never wear nose rings unless...unless we're owned. "You started with that on purpose." I cry my accusation out to him.

"I did. Had to make it clear you belong to me. Now be quiet. The next one's going in your tongue." The same needle as before comes back and for some reason I open my muzzle to let him go about it. Sticking my tongue out I feel his hand clamp down on that squirming appendage and then the needle pierces through.

The pain is blinding yet fleeting and before I know it I've got a new stud through my tongue. When he releases my tongue I lick at my muzzle again to get used to it and try to thank him. "Sshank Shou Masshters."

"Don't bother. These are for my pleasure not yours. Ears next." He rejects my thanks as fast as I can give it out to him. Having heated the needles up already he jabs two through my ears in rapid succession. Taking them out he affixes new rings in the bases of them and with the size I'm glad they didn't go in the tips. I'd never be able to lift them again if they were in the tips of my ears. Coming back he uses another smaller needle in the tip and like the last when he removes it a new piercing pops in. This one however looks different, more of a plate shape from what I saw.

Flicking my ears and tongue about I try to get used to the new piercings as Bosskk moves lower down my body. At my nipples he considers for a moment before choosing a medium needle. As it heats he asks, well orders me to answer rather than asks, "Tell me, why did you choose to come here? You don't appear to be a pain slut so tell me why answer that add?"

I shrug as best as I can as I try to answer him, "Shick of being alone. Can't keep a relatshionshlip togethser. Wanted the deep end exshperience."

Needles ready he presses them through both my nipples and when he's done a hand presses in under my tailhole. Rough nails pry my ass cheeks apart as they dip into long unused territories. Pulling out with a rough huff he replaces the needles with new rings. "Tight but at least you're not a virgin. I still wonder why choose an add that expressly states extreme amounts of pain. You don't seem the type."

I'm not. Just from the piercings I want to scream and cry but this is something I want to give someone. "All or nosthing. I believse that. You want full time ash do I. Only thing I fear ish being alone." I say cursing that my tongue is giving me such difficulties.

"Hmmph, by the end of this I'll make you wish I'd leave you alone. I promise you that." Running his hand down my shaven skin I wonder at the joy I feel from his words and the excitement they bring. I don't dare challenge him on this however not even as a snide remark. How I'd love to tell him he'll eat those words.

"Tail's next and keep it still I need to measure these ones out." The thick needle comes back while I'm left to ponder his ominous words. Why measure them? A true professional both at piercings and what ever else the man does he pierces the base of my tail underneath before measuring out a second marker and pierces that. The feeling of those hands on my shaven tail have me whimpering far more than the piercings ever could. 7 piercings in all travel up the back side of my tail and then he goes back down locking in 6 more.

By the end of the process my tails painful to wag but the weight feels as if the fur's back. Instinctually I feel my tail wag while I smile at that small comfort. "1.8 inches." I hear him mutter and scrawl on a pad when the ruler comes away from my tail. "Shorry?" I ask. "Just measurements for later. This next part I need you aroused for. Think you can get it up or do you need a stimulus?"

I'm more than half hard already, about 3 inches showing out of my sheath now. "Only the knot left. I'm not the biggesht boy ever. Give it one pushh down and I'll be free Mashter." My lisp is getting better I think. "Ooff" Guess I pushed my luck too far as his hand grips down on my sensitive shaft and tugs it out with a little pop. "sThat worksh too."

6 needles later and my cock has a new ladder running down the top 3 inches of shaft and I have a thick chunky Prince Albert that he put out the top of my shaft. Tugging painfully on the new piercing he laughs as I squirm, "Don't ever tell me what to do insect or you'll find me giving you one." What? giving me an insect? How is that a threat compared to tugging a fresh piercing around? Failing to understand I nonetheless thrash at what he does until he stops.

When he lets go it takes me a while to recover and by the time I have he has a metal collar sitting flush about my neck. Tightening screws about it I gasp as the spikes tear at the skin of my neck. Wondering what else he could possibly have in store for me so early on I open my eyes to watch him fitting the hobbles to my ankles. A light plate encircles my ankle forcing it straighter than I'd usually keep it. Once both are in place I try flexing my ankles and find very little movement left in them. From just one twist of a screw that movement goes from little to negative as I scream for the first real time. "OWWWW!" My scream is close to a howl as my ankle is forced past any normal bend I can do and hyperextended in it's socket.

When the second matches the first and my howl is renewed Bosskk then appears satisfied as he begins undoing my bindings. Expecting some kind of break for my suffering when he pulls my ass over the edge of the bench I want to cry from frustration. Dropping his pants he reveals that porn star cock of his that I have dreamt of taking and when he presses that tip to my bare skin I pant. Frenzied need overtakes me as that moment of contact dispels months of isolation and when my feet get hoisted above my head I welcome all the associated pains.

No lube and a blunt head has me pushing out for the biggest shit of my life and with grunted effort for both of us his tip lodges itself inside me. The warmth overwhelms me as I begin to cry feeling far more appreciated in this moment than I have in a long time. He probably thinks me weak and crying from the pain while that hardly enters my mind and when he thrusts I drive back onto it with him.

Hips meet mine in a great shove of force and my curvy tail curls under his ass. The new rings hugging him to me as it displays my loneliness for me and when he pulls back his juicy thighs rip at the new piercings in my shaved tail. The pain is worth it to have someone finally use me like this again. I could find sex on any corner that I wanted but this is what I wanted to feel. Owned and complete. He doesn't even complete that first thrust when my cock starts spewing a thick load of cum over my stomach.

Me cumming has him pausing as he stares down at my spewing cock with a slight look of confusion. "Hmm, maybe you are a pain slut then. Wasn't expecting that." I plead silently with the world for him to continue but I don't correct him as it wasn't the pain that got me off. It was just feeling like I belonged to someone again. "Hmm, guess we'll see." Done with his warm up he thrusts in like a battering ram tearing my walls apart for his pleasure.

Roaring in ecstasy Bosskk doesn't waste time in making me feel good, instead just doing what he needs to. Ramping up the speed of his thrusts, he focuses on his base and deep dicking my ass with shallow thrusts that fill me to the brim. Tremors shake through him in fast succession and his calloused hand rubs down over my ballsack. Grabbing hold his rough hand tears at the freshly shaven sack and using it as a handle he pulls himself in up to the hilt. The pain has me wanting to vomit as he squeezes my testicles yet I can't bring a word of complaint to bear as I feel that surge inside of me signalling his orgasm.

The first spurt paints my insides white as he deposits his sperm deep inside my owned ass and each and every pulse fills me up further with his baby batter. The comforting warmth from having cum and cock shoved up my ass has my tongue lolling out my muzzle as it overwrites the pain from my swelling testicles. "Hmm not bad but you need loosening up bitch."

Pulling out the only thing he leaves me full with is cum, which begins leaking from my ass leaving me with some warmth as it trails down my tail. Right now I'm so blissed out that my mouth runs on autopilot "Anysthing for you Master Bosshkk." I mean every word but I really don't think I should've let him know how much that meant to me.

Two fingers spread my ass almost as wide as his cock just did. Welcoming them into me my head drops back until, 'Smack!' and I'm gagging having had my balls slapped hard by my Master. Groaning in agony my ass feels like it's on fire now having tightened over those rough fingers as Bosskk taunts me. "Fucking painslut in hiding. I'm gonna enjoy breaking you mutt but let's put you to bed. I'm feeling far too clean to keep this up tonight."

Pulling me up I find out what standing on these hideous hobbles is like and I scream. My legs feel like they're breaking and my toes screech in protest at not being able to scrunch up. Unsteady as fuck, my Master only waits for me to get my balance before turning away with a gestured signal to follow him. I barely make it two whole little steps before I collapse to the ground in tears and wind up crawling behind him like a dog.

When I do catch up, I'm not only out of breath but a mess at having disappointed him by not being able to walk behind him. He doesn't worry over my condition though as he starts playing with a set of knobs on a steel contraption and when I see him looking at the notes he made earlier I wonder just what it is. It's polished and engraved to perfection looking to be made of a thick black steel with all kinds of pained faces lining it. Screws cover every couple of inches of the surface and it looks roughly person sized. He said he was putting me to bed. Is this it?

"Stand up mutt. Can't put you away unless you're standing. Well not without a lot of force anyway." Turning a handle he collects what looks like a rather large metal butt plug as I struggle to climb to my sore paws. Getting up I have to hug a bench to stand but I manage it just as he undoes the chamber. Inside has that inner turmoil of mine rising to unimaginable levels as he hooks up the butt plug to a mechanism inside. With spikes lining the walls of the cage and the only two places it looks thin enough for me is where my ass goes and a hole for my cock in the door.

"Iron Maiden?" The name is pulled from the banks of my memory as being one of the cruellest torture devices on the planet. "You have an Iron Maiden?"

He looks pleased that I know the name, "Yes but this isn't it. This is your sleeping quarters Mutt. I used to call it the Maiden Breaker but now I'm thinking Bitch Breaker suits you better. It's both far worse and far nicer than the Iron Maiden. As you can see the spikes are only an inch long at this time giving you room to move and struggle a little. Over time we'll get them touching your skin as you get used to it."

Bringing me over he starts hooking me up to the device. "Your tail goes here which is why I measured the rings out earlier." With a simple wave of my tail the device seamlessly grabs ahold of my new modifications. Secured in there now I shake with nerves while I watch Bosskk pull out a ring that goes around my cock and balls.

"This slips on here like so. Up here," He reaches over my head pulling down two strings from above, "These go on your ears and another one for your nose." Attaching each one in turn I must look ridiculous but with every one that attaches to me I witness the look of excitement on my Master's face increase. "Now for tonight you only get a catheter but soon we'll soon change that." Fixated on my muzzle for so long I miss it as the rubber hose gets shoved into the tip of my penis.

The bloody unusual feeling of having something shoved up my piss hole has me shivering and watching it go deeper, I really start to panic. "Enough. Please enough Master I'm really starting to freak out now."

I remember his final movie now where he took it too far. He has that same sadistic glint in his eyes now as back then. That look I think was when I fell in love with him because it finally showed the person behind the mask, but god it's frightening now in the flesh. Reaching up he pats my furless nose patronizingly just as that catheter finds its mark. Uncontrolled now my bladder flows down the tube, and into the floor. Thankfully. "We're almost there boy for tonight. Last thing."

The last thing he attaches is a hollow tube around my cock that seals around the catheter. I don't wonder for long what it does as with a quick bit of suction I feel both my balls and cock swell in it. "Ohh sorry also need your tongue for one moment." Poking it out I watch as one last string gets attached to the piercing on it before he steps back to admire his handiwork. "Perfect."

"Well try to get some rest won't you Mutt." With that said he moves to the door and begins to shut it and to my horror the whole contraption moves as one. In less than a second everything becomes tighter and snugger. The strings all pull tight and I can't even shout a protest as my nose and tongue are forcibly separated leaving my muzzle wide open to face the roof. Plunged back into the darkness by my ears and tail, that plug from earlier comes up suddenly. Wide as anything I've ever taken before, the cold metal is harsh as it slides inside my tailhole, forcing me to take it without remorse. Throwing my hands out to hold myself I get stabbed by the spikes on all sides and I know I've started bleeding as I try to let loose a screech.

Slowly my world turns black as the cage closes about me and only now do I realize that I'll be alone if it does. Desperate with a plug sliding up my ass and my cock being trapped I tear my eyes to the gap and plead wordlessly with my Master not to do this. The only answer he has is a grin as he says, "See you in the morning, soon to be Bitch."

Further I'm dragged and just as the door slams shut I feel the pop of the plug as it fully enters my ass. Muzzle unable to turn all I can do is stare straight up as my muzzle dries out with each open mouthed pant. The collar, tight around my neck, digs those spikes into my neck and when I feel another spike jab me in the calf I begin to break down and cry. Not only the dark is he sealing me in alone, but he's putting spikes right up against me, trapping me for his amusement. Just on the outside I can make out his laughter as spike after spike pushes up against my shaven skin and when each one does I strangely find myself beginning to relax.

The fear and terror are still making my heart pound but with each spike that presses against my skin I feel my Master's presence and by the time the sixth one is touching I'm welcoming their cruel embrace. No more spikes come after that which has me rueing on how exactly I'm meant to rest like this when I feel a tickle in my ass. Unable to work out what it was I do my best to fall still and then the pressure on my balls and cock starts. The build up seems to take hours in the dark and by the time I think it's stopped I must be half again my normal size. Then I feel that tickle ignite once more in my ass.

Straining I shuffle on that plug in concern, earning myself a few pricks from the spikes for my effort but I can't work it out. Not feeling it again, I close my eyes to try and save my sanity. It's maybe ten minutes later when I feel it again, then nothing. Then 15 minutes later.

Then 5 minutes. Then maybe 12 minutes and each time it feels like it gets stronger. It drives me mental just waiting for it and just when I relax, I feel it again. All night it goes on, the plug up my ass giving me a tickle just when I calm down. He's hooked an electrode to it, I've worked that out now. He's tormenting me. Making sure I don't get any rest but once I've figured this out each shock becomes a welcome torment.

Hours pass like that in the darkness and then it all gets turned around when those little half hearted shocks become real. Feeble moans leave my dry throat as my prostate takes the abuse of the plug and when the pump around my cock starts going up and down in pressure I shake madly. Blood begins trickling down my legs, tickling the skin but fuck I don't care as my body is driven to an uncontrollable orgasm. Unable to see what's happening it feels like a ghost is doing it to me and my mind runs wild with that idea keeping me on edge but the machines won't be denied. Before long my body goes slack as my balls start emptying into the tube around the catheter shoved down my piss hole. The machine doesn't stop after one orgasm either and the addition of cum to the mix only works me faster towards my second load. Before I know it my overly sensitized cock starts spraying a thick load yet again.

Upon reaching my fifth consecutive orgasm my balls feel dead as the machines slowly begin dying down. Hanging there, I cry from dry eyes as I try to see in the darkness while exhaustion plays havoc with my body causing me to start hallucinating. Exes flash before me and I wonder if I ever really, truly gave them a chance, but no they all dumped me. My parents. Gone before I knew them. Friends. What friends does an orphan make. Then his face appears blurred and marred by tears and I know I'm hallucinating but still it helps me focus. "For Him. For Him. For Him. For Master." I begin. I can't say the words but they get hummed as I hang and await his company to lift me from this isolation. I know he will be right for me.

Maybe.

I don't know how long passes but I do know that 158 times the plug has whizzed to life after I began counting, shocking a drip of pre out of my hard cock each and every time when a single shaft of light floods my void. Struggling away from it all, the clips detach all at once around my tail, head and cock. The plug is left lodged up my ass as I collapse it having also dropped out of its socket. Hitting the ground with my hobbled feet I screech from my dry throat and collapse at my Masters hooves. Crawling over with what little strength I have I hug them and start kissing them for thanks at letting me out of that vile contraption.

I sniffle as I kiss his feet which sucks in strangely past the nose ring but my senses fill with his scent. Returned is that same scent he had yesterday, when he opened the front door, of metal and musk. He's been hard at work and I wonder what he'll have me doing today. After last night I don't think I could handle much but for him I'd do anything just to be near to him. "Looks like you had a fun night. Lose much blood Bitch?"

I'm not sure, but I know I felt it dripping at one point. "A little I think Master Bosskk." I say past my dry and cracked lips as I keep my head down. It's not respect that I'm showing him, I just don't have the energy to raise it now that my adrenaline has passed. Sniffing still as I love his scent I find something else on the air. It's bland but it's food. Is he going to feed me?

He has two things in his hands a bucket and a bowl. Setting them both down he chuckles at me. "Food first then drink from the bucket. You can't pick either up." Having expected something degrading like that it's no great loss as having food is unexpected. I truly didn't think he'd feed me until tomorrow. Bending down I lick at the bowl of mush. It's some sort of gruel and it tastes awful. Still it's food and I'm not wasting a drop as I don't know when he'll feed me next. Making sure to clean the plate off I manage to look up afterwards to see if it's okay to drink now.

He's frowning down at me, "I expected resistance to eating that. I'm gonna guess you don't know what that was do you?"

Shaking my head in the negative I begin to wonder as my body begins to tingle with energy. "Thought not. It's an aphrodisiac mixture made especially for Slaves. Completely absorbed by the body so there is little waste after the first couple of days as well. Makes you cleaner for me to use. Now you can drink." A bit worried about it being an aphrodisiac I nonetheless am thankful for the nourishment and more grateful for the drink. Ducking over to the bucket my tongue touches the water only to be pushed under the surface up to my ears.

Shocked into it I cough up the lungful of water I swallowed as I struggle against my Masters hand as it holds me down. Splashing about I knock the bucket with my paw but all it does is make my head throb. He's using his weight and mine to hold it down so I've got no chance of moving, the only thing I can do is struggle. "Drink up Bitch. This is the only drink you get all day so better get to it before you drown."

I'm so busy trying not to drown that I missed that obvious answer. I need water and he's got me face first in the stuff. Maybe? Gulping even while my lungs scream for oxygen I take advantage of the ice cold liquid and swallow. It's harder than you'd think because as soon as I open my muzzle my lungs want to contract from the sudden cold. It takes a few tries to get right and by the time I'm about to go limp from lack of oxygen and I've only swallowed maybe three mouthfuls of that precious liquid.

Pulled out and thrown backwards, I'm coughing while Master Bosskk wastes no time in tipping the water down the drain before hauling me up to my still sore paws. "Walk to the bathroom remove your plug, clean it and your ass then return." With that said he walks away and starts playing with something else over at one of the benches. Shaking from a list of things I hobble to get the task he set done, knowing the sooner I finish, the sooner I'm with him again.

By the time I return with the clean plug my toes are straining at the skin trying to relax and it's all I can do to stay upright so when Bosskk offers me a bench to lay on it comes as a relief. Face down with my ass up he ties my legs down and my arms onto the benches below as the hard metal digs into my skin. He's got it adjusted to put me in a doggy position with perfect access to my ass and balls. With my hard cock displaying how horny that aphrodisiac made me a good ass fucking would be welcome right now but I don't think that's the plan.

Judging from the collection of toys arranged on the bench to my Master's right I don't think I'll like the plan either. "This is going to be your stretching station from now on. Here you'll be worked until I deem you ready for something else each day. Painful as it will no doubt be this is just a warm up for things to come." With that said he loops a wire around my cock under the knot and fixes it to the bench so I can't move.

Wondering if I should answer I'm spared the thought as I yelp at having a cold hook secured around my nuts and with a harsh yank they're pulled down. The rattling of chain sounds as my Master adjusts the hook to a winch situated in the floor behind me. They've already been pulled tight and as he starts playing with them I'm surprised by just how swollen they are from last night. "The pumping did a good job on these. Still I want to see them bigger including the testes inside so we'll stretch it all out."

When he said stretching earlier I really thought my ass but my testes? How does he expect to do that? I look back because he hasn't necessarily said that I couldn't and what I see him pick up has me shaking and wishing I didn't. Another needle but unlike the piercing ones this one has a syringe attached. "What is that for?" I ask while I panic again not liking the idea of where I think that's going one bit.

"Glad you asked." He states while flicking the needle and checking the dosage levels. "It's a protein blend designed specifically for what I'm using it for by a client of mine. He agreed to trade me some for the last project I worked on. 5mLs is the base line for a starting point but I thought I'd make you take 8mLs today." I struggle to look back with no success as his rough hands steady my testicles and with a slight pinch I feel the needle enter.

He's not gentle and I want to scream as that needle travels deeper past my skin into the meaty flesh of my testicle but if this is all it is he'll have to find something better. Letting go of my nuts for a second he re-establishes his grip shortly after. The words don't come for what happens next. It's like being kicked in the nuts but from the inside the second that plunger is pressed and I let out a blood curdling scream.

Echoing right about the room I'm begging for my Master to stop as he begins to count down. "7" 7 what? "6" What I've only taken 2mLs so far? "5 to go."

"FUUCCCKKKKK!!!" I screech uncontrollably as he injects my balls with the blend causing them to probably swell to all fuck. "4, 3 more mutt."

"OHH GOD! OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD!" Thrashing as I scream I struggle to breath past my screams. "2." Why dear god why? I want to black out from the pain but I can't. My balls are way, way too sensitive for me to have that happen and then I'd be alone. I'm gagging and unable to scream when my Master says "Last 1." Shaking, my body tries to eject the water and gruel from my system only for nothing to come up.

"Done. See that wasn't so bad now was it?" He asks as he pulls the needle from my nut. I half expect it to leak fluid but I don't feel anything come out which would be why he used the clamp around them. He's containing everything so cruelly as my eyes start to tear up again.

"That was awful Master." I state as I shake in my bonds wishing to die right then and there only I don't want to be alone. I want to be with Master and if this is what it takes I'll take it.

"Excellent. Now for the next one." What? No not this soon. I think eating my own words and thoughts at the very idea as I feel the pinch in my left nut. My left one is smaller too so by the end of 8mLs my gagging feels like it tears open my throat.

Setting the needle down his hand starts rubbing over those hairless nuts of mine. "Now that's the ticket. 8mLs and they look ready to full on burst in that swollen sack of yours. Now willing subjects usually only take 3mLs a day and an increase of 1mL a week. You'll be taking 10mLs tomorrow so expect it to get worse fast."

10? "Please no Sir? I could barely take that in my left one. Please can you keep it to 9mLs at the max in that one at least?" I beg of him as I look back pleadingly. Rubbing harder he squeezes and distends my swollen nuts as I scream for him to stop.

"10 and if I hear you protest I'll make it 11." My screams don't change his mind at all. Instead they just seem to excite him into setting up the winch below me. "Now lets stretch your sack out a bit too. Gotta get it to your knees by the time I'm done with you." When it hums to life behind me, I gasp as I get pulled back and the only thing holding me to the bench now is the wire around my cock. It's painful but compared to before it's a dull ceaseless pain that I can endure.

I'm still crying from this new sensation however as Master grabs the next tool off the bench. Adjusting a set of hidden plates underneath the bench I await whatever he has planned next, only for him to start playing with my swollen knot. So unexpected was the feeling that I wind up dribbling precum on the floor below me just as he starts to play with my tip. Confused by the behaviour I wonder why he begins playing with my tip only to have a cold metal rod pressed where his fingers were. Having had the catheter up there less than an hour ago I'm not met with the same shock as last night when that rod presses into my urethra.

Still that rod doesn't give to the throbbing of my cock as it presses past the opening and grinds along the PA piercing he gave me yesterday. With two fingers he pulls at the PA which stretches me wide enough to begin taking the rod with a huff of expelled air from me. The deeper it travels the more I feel my tip swell and strain and before long I'm grinding at the bench trying to escape the feeling of my nethers getting stretched this way and that.

He applies more and more force and before long I'm screaming again at the unusual sensation. "Hmm, that's it Bitch. We're gonna stretch all your holes out until you're all worn out. Now let's get this right in there." Jabbing it back and forth he uses my urethra like a fuck toy. Driving the rod in and out he has me squirming and screaming until I'm left hoarse again and just when I feel like I'm going to pass out he stops and sets up a cold bench under me. Even inadvertently straining, I can't get my cock or the rod to move out anymore.

"That oughtta keep that in you for a while. Now let's stretch that ass open so I have a good loose hole to fuck." This time I'm thankful as I hear the wet sloppy sounds of lube coming from behind me. Slapping his meaty hand down under my tail I resist having it curl under my ass to protect it before I feel three fingers press at my hole. Having had the plug in all night I'm surprised at how much strength he has to use to get them inside til they dig at my still raw prostate.

Moaning my pleasure out I find myself experiencing, even with the pain resonating from my nethers, I steadily begin relaxing as my ass gets played with. Three fingers get replaced with four soon enough. Those four fingers being as wide as anything I've ever taken before so having them jammed inside with his rough calloused hands is not something I was ready for. Remembering everything I know of fisting from my ex and how he used to take mine I stay relaxed and push out. I know that's where this is heading and right now I want it to.

"You're a tight fit boy but no matter, I'll get in this hole of yours one way or the other."

I can't help what I say next past my roar and cracked throat. "I want you in me too Master Bosskk. I just want to be yours." The words are honest but damn me for saying them. You know better Tray. Do not scare him off with your attachment issues like your last boyfriends.

"Mine. Who the fuck cares about you. I just want something to torture boy and stretching you out gets me a better root while I do it." I want to tell him how little I care about being tortured but when his thumb suddenly curls down and he shoves past my ring I wind up screaming my pain out instead. Pleasure and pain mix for me as his fist enters and grinds my prostate into oblivion. Sealed in by the rod all the pre has no where to go but damn I'd be dripping right now and spurting shortly afterwards if it wasn't lodged right up there.

He leaves me no time to get used to the huge insertion of his hand as he twists and works my ass open. Rough callused fingers tear at my inner walls with every move and I could swear he's ripped them apart yet I don't care because he confirms everything I'm feeling with his next words. "Yes, yield that ass to me you slut. Cry and beg for me to stop all you want but no matter what I'll always keep using you." Those words confirm what I wanted to hear. I'm his in my books now and that is everything to me.

"Let's deepen this hole." I appreciate the warning because with a grab at my tail he pulls my ass back onto that wide fist of his forcing my hole to stretch around his wrist. Displeased with the resistance that my second ring shows inside, his fingers pull at it one by one while I squirm on the bench. His fist punches deep inside, hollowing me out until I'm a drooling, howling mess. The sounds of squelching lube and wet farts mix with his grunts and groans all causing me to feel warm and appreciated. It's enough to have me smiling in between my howls of pain.

At one point he goes just that tiny bit too deep and my abdomen clenches down as I howl yet he doesn't care as he continues his work until I can't clench anymore. Ripping his hand out I cry at being left so empty and I feel my ring start to close around the empty space. "Aww, look at that bitch you aren't even bleeding yet. Fucking rude of you to close up on me though so lets add some pain." Pressing down on a button I feel my balls get torn backwards as the winch whirls to life.

Damn it, Damn it, Damn it, "Damn it!" I scream as my balls get pulled another centimetre or so from my body. Cock aching with the wire wrapped around my knot and the rod shoved down in it, now with my balls stretched so far I feel like I'm breaking only to get punched in the ass. Literally. Up to the wrist he punches my rim open wide on his fist. Clenching down on that wrist, my muzzle dips to the bench as I whine from the pain and yet it still feels so good to be here. To be appreciated.

"Fucking useless slut can't help but close his hole. After a night being plugged I thought you'd have learned something so simple but I guess I'll just beat it into you." Bosskk doesn't give two shits after that if I scream or yell or moan through it as he punch fucks the rim of my ass. Every time that he rips his paw out he waits just to see if I'll close up and as soon as I start to, his hand hits home. Orgasms are torn from my prostate yet with nowhere to go, with my cock blocked like it is, all I can do is shudder as they filter back through my system to repeat with the next punch.

Methodically and brutally he fits his hand in my ass like a glove and begins to mould it into shape. Over the scent of metal and lube I start to smell his sweaty musk build up as he torments my ass so that when I think he's tiring and releases my tail I want to cry at the mercy of it. But all he does is change hands as his left slams inside now with less lube than before. Getting drier with every punch my rim chafes with friction as the roughness of his hands scratch at my walls relentlessly. Gone now is any pleasure except at being with my Master as my prostate and cock throb agonizingly.

Driven by that desire of being near Bosskk I hear the pleading in my voice for him to stop but my heart's wishing I was able to beg for more. "Hmm, couple more deep ones." Not stopping at the wrist now he pushes past that second ring again into my bowels to swirl them around. Pulling out he plunges right back in from fingertips to somewhere up his forearm with a single thrust. The orgasm feeling comes back for me as I arch to accommodate his hand and like a true bitch I howl at being so deeply taken. Nothing may shoot from my cock but every time his arm comes to rest in me, I feel every pulse of an orgasm in my mind as if I were drenching the floor with my cum.

Just when I think it can't get better or worse he changes things up as he turns his fist inside me. Gurgling out my pain I try to understand what's happening as his hand feels like it's getting bigger inside me somehow. Then with an almighty yank I feel my guts explode as he tears his closed fist from my bowels stretching me to limits I didn't think I had yet.

Having him out of me I'm breathing harshly as if I ran a marathon as he spreads my cheeks apart and laughs at the sorry state of my tailhole. "Damn, did a number on that rim of yours puffy lips. I'm fucking pissed that you're not gaping however so we'll work on that from now as I want to fuck a hole that even my cock won't touch the sides of slut. But that'll have to do for stretching time today. Don't want you beyond repair in the first 24 hours. What fun would that be?"

Going over to the table he pulls off a long steel ring which he fits around my pulled balls before letting them off the winch. Because of the ring they only bounce halfway up to where they used to sit before the steel not only weighs them down but keeps them from tucking up any higher. After that's done he undoes the flap that my cock is sitting in and catches the rod when it shoots out followed by a torrent of pre and cum.

Drained as I now am from the ass milking I just got, I can barely keep my eyes open without the pain to keep me awake. So I'm pretty thankful when he slaps that rod into my shoulder blade after undoing the cuffs on the bench legs. "Get up Slave and go clean yourself in the bathroom. I have no interest in having lube all over my shop so when you're done come back and clean this place up. Mops in the cupboard over there." Following where his finger points I take note as I sit up. "You can use the rest of the equipment to clean with just make sure to have it all done in an hour or you'll find yourself back in your bed for the next two days."

Two days without him? I can't handle that, not this soon. My legs shake under me and I can barely stand on these damn feet he's given me but the second he turns out the door I'm nonetheless attempting the 'run' to the bathroom. Him wanting me clean is unusual as most Master's don't give two shits if a slave is a mess so I make one hell of an effort in the shower where I see my swollen testicles for the first time. Almost twice as large as they were yesterday, I'm quite scared at what else he has in mind for them. Still they made him happy. I guess knowing that, I have to be too as it does bring a smile to my muzzle even if I wince when I pat them. They're awfully tender to the touch, as is my cock, especially my piss hole after being so roughly abused. Staring down I can hardly recognize my genitals after a single day with master Bosskk. I'm wondering if he'd like to hear that or not from me.

Reaching around I cringe the moment my paw touches the lips of my ass. Like Master said they're puffy. Hot to the touch the ache I feel in my ass lips makes me want to throw up when I put soap to them. 2 days without Master this early however is more than enough motivation to rush through cleaning myself as I try to expel whatever lubes left in me. Job done I jump out of the shower and grab the towel I used yesterday. Dry this time I hang it up on a spare rail wondering as I do if it's okay. He did say clean up after all and hanging a towel is cleaning isn't it?

I'm still thinking that over when I grab the mop and bucket out. Filling it from the bathroom I come back to get what lube is left on the floor before realizing I also have to clean the bench off. Doing that I wonder how much time I have left and consider cleaning his equipment. Judging it to be safer to clean it than not I rush it to the bathroom and polish each piece he used including the tray. Carefully I dry each piece afterwards before heading back outside to await my Master's return. The major things done with today that we used I look around and wonder if I should polish the things that are out in the open or if that would be snooping. He said clean the room but if I was found snooping those two days could turn to ten.

Having decided not to risk that I settle down and put my cleaning things away and am just returning to the bench when Master Bosskk walks in. Still unsteady from my feet in the hobbles I was crawling after putting the mop away but as he likes seeing me in pain I stand up for him and smile. Well I cringe first but I smile internally. "Sorry Master I wasn't sure if you meant the whole room or not but I didn't want to snoop through your things. I hope thats okay but I did get the tray of tools you used on me washed and dried. I know metal sometimes needs oil on them after washing but I wasn't sure if you wanted me to do that or which one to use." I know I'm rambling as he comes in but I want to defend my choices and reasons for doing what I did.

He's frowning which isn't a good sign as he goes over to the tray I washed. Picking up the sound he used on me he grunts at me, "I didn't order you to clean these Slave. I only said clean this place up." Wanting to cry at that my tail droops when he pauses only for him to grab my cock by the PA ring and push the wedged sound up alongside it. Stretched so far so fast yet again I yelp when I try to grab and stop him. Just before my paws touch him however I manage to stop myself. They're less than an inch away when I straighten back up and wonder why he just did that to me.

"Tell me when I get as far in you as before Slut." Being able to see him insert that rod into me this time I'm shocked as it distends my cock head past all reasonable expectations less than an inch in. I could have sworn he was deeper in me than this before but my cock feels like its being split in two already.

My raw skin cracks with the strain its under and when I can't take anymore I bellow out. "There Master. There." I have no way of knowing if that's accurate or not but when his face stays blank as he looks at me I think I did something right.

"Hold it there as you'll be keeping that in you all day as punishment. I need some tape." Reaching down I hold the sound where my Master told me to until he comes back with some duct tape. A few straps around my cock and the sound holds its place in me while I await what comes next. "I didn't ask you to clean my toys Slave but I meant to. If you hadn't have said anything you would have been fine. If you hadn't have cleaned them though you would have been back in your bed for 2 days so that's good for you I guess."

I smile like I've won the lottery. Not only did I do the right thing but telling him made him happier because he got to punish me. "All these are surgical steel as are a lot of my toys. Soap and water is fine to wash them. I'll tell you what you need to oil if it ever comes to that. Honestly I expect after today we'll be on much less friendly terms and I'll be forcing you every which way from now on." I rather doubt that as with my issues their isn't much he could do at this point to stop me wanting to be around him.

"Come, I have an order to finish before we start. I expected to be done within an hour but its gotten trickier than I expected. I'll be at it another half hour or so and during that time you can speak to me as if you were still a sentient fur and not a slave." Turning on his heel he expects me to follow him and like a puppy I stick on his heels. Literally, as I trip on the first step and wind up crawling behind him.

We're back in the first room I found him in apparently being his workshop where he's quick to set up next to a bench even pulling one up for me. "Just to be clear, if you distract me too much I'm grabbing a nail gun and putting it to your jaw after your toes. I'm sure you have questions and I feel in a mood to answer if you answer some of mine. First what is it you did before signing up with me as a Slave?"

Frowning at him as I sit down gingerly on the stool I answer best I can, "Ahh, I was a teacher Sir. Primary school. Can I ask what it is you do Master?"

Picking up a file he starts working at whatever it is he's doing with the intricate pieces of metal laid out before him. "Metal fabrications specializing in intricate products including the fetish market. That Bitch Maker bed of yours is one of my personal designs. From you I wouldn't have expected a teacher. Why did you pick that?"

He made that monstrosity? "I became a teacher because I was orphaned I guess. Wanted to help other kids if you get what I mean Master. Did you make much else of what you've used on me Master?"

"I made most of what I'll use on you. They don't make stock shit that's designed to inflict real harm on furs. Some leather pieces and the silicone ones I had made for me as trades with some guys I know but otherwise they're mine. Now did you grow up with a family or on the street?"

"Street Sir." I answer quickly hoping he doesn't elaborate on that question as I try to distract him with one of mine. "And what's that you're working on now?"

"It's a chastity cage designed for permanent wear. Once attached it will never need cleaning and it will continually keep it's victim horny until his mistress lets him out of it. Knowing her that will never happen. His loss. So the street. Did you have many friends growing up?"

Shaking my head I want to get out of this line of questions fast. "No sir. Orphans don't really make many friends." I've run out of questions that I can think of off the top of my head which just sets him up to ask another.

"And you're what 20 now so any ex-s now that you're a teacher?"

"21 if you really want to know and yes a couple of ex-s from college. One after." Come on question... ahh! "Why did you stop doing porn Master?"

"Ha! Got sick of the drama queens and rules. Limits this and limits that. Started this business from my work there and looked for no limit bitches. Still without a contract they all wound up running away scared after the first night in that chamber. Now tell me what you did to wind up alone with so many ex-s?"

That last one kind of sounds like a question but his tone is deeper now. He's ordering me to answer and I think he knows I don't want to. "We just went our separate ways I guess." The look he gives me tells me he knows I'm lying and the way I cringe makes it dead obvious that I know I am too. Ashamed and embarrassed I ask, "What do you want me to tell you? The truth? Because that doesn't go over well usually."

Stare levelled at me he makes it plain that that's exactly what he wants. Damn him... "I told you before that I'm scared to be left alone Master." Still working he makes it plain that I'm to continue with that thought. "ARGGG! Fine. I have attachment issues happy?"

"In what way puppy?"

Just the word puppy has me all in a dither when he calls me it. "Come on- Damn." I'm getting flustered but his line of questioning is making me chase my tail in frustration. "I'm intense with attachment. I can't put a stop to it once it starts and it leads to possession. Either them as mine or me as them and none of my ex-s could handle it. When I saw that add you put out I thought maybe you could handle it okay?"

Pausing in his work he stares over his long sharp ass horn at me. "Go on." I can't not stare at his horn now as I wonder if he'll use that to torture me with one day.

"Ughhhh!" I groan as I sit there shivering on the stool embarrassed by all this. "Yes I'm attached to you already Master. You already treat me like a possession most of the time anyway and that is what I wanted out of this. From the moment I read over that contract in full I wondered if I could subject myself to that level of pain but, for you, now, I'm sure I'd do just about anything." Grinding my teeth I growl my words out past the new piercing in my tongue. "I'm a fucked up mess and I want you to possess me Master Bosskk. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

Turning back to his work after my little outburst I wonder if he realizes the true significance of my attachment to him. "We're a lot alike then kid."

"What?" I say startled by his statement as he goes about his project.

"Like you I get attached easily. The thing is I want to break what I possess so I can rebuild it. Tell me this one thing then we can stop these questions. If I'm made happy by your suffering can you still serve me as happily as you were earlier?"

I have to think about that for a few moments before I answer him. "Only if my screams of pain make you happy. Inside even if I am suffering, if I'm with you or suffering because you want me to that will make me happy."

"What if I try to break you of that puppy? I'm going to leave you alone at times for days to break your mind and spirit. You're already exhausted so what do you think will happen after days or weeks of this? Do you think you can take that?"

I'm unsure where he's taking this but I feel like he's quickly building up to something. The only thing is, "Yes Master because at the end of it I know that I'll be suffering for you to enjoy. I won't like it but I will accept it."

Turning back to his work I wonder if we're done with questions now as I think he got the answer he was looking for. Not the one he wanted maybe but what he was looking for. Sitting there on that stool I shift every now and again while I watch him working and slowly I see the pieces coming together. Just looking at it now with a sound down my own urethra I pity whoever it is that has to put that thing in.

Building up the courage I ask my Master something hoping it won't distract him too much. "Ahh Master would it be alright if I got closer to you?"

"Why do you want to?" he asks as he keeps going about his work.

Embarrassing as it is, I want this, "I like your smell Master so I was wondering if you'd let me stick my nose into your skin while you worked?"

Setting the device down, he begins polishing the steel to a high gleam, "Not now no. How's your cock feeling? Still sore and stretched?"

Disappointed at not getting to sniff him from close up I focus on his question. "Just you mentioning it has it throbbing. Still my ass feels the worse out of the two. My balls feel the worst of the lot." I didn't notice before then how much I'm rubbing at them nor that I'm sitting here entirely naked and at ease with him. For someone who hasn't listened to me saying no even once I have to admit I'm crazy for being here.

"Good." His remark has me smiling as he lets me know my suffering pleases him. "Now you're going to go do something for me."

"Yes Sir?"

"Over by the furnace their is a new silver 3 pronged hooked fork. I need you to put that into the little hole above the main door of the furnace so that just the handle is left sticking out. I'll be using it for the first time very soon so hop to it." I have to get up gingerly as just my exhaustion threatens to put me on my ass and with the hobbles I need all my focus to walk over to the furnace. Looking around, it takes me a while to identify which tool he meant for me to grab but as one 3 pronged fork is black it makes it fairly obvious which one he meant.

Unsure of what he wants with it I look at the furnace door and identify which hole it will fit into before opening it. The heat that pours out is unbearable and it's about all I can do to hold my paw up and put the tool through the hole. Still having accomplished my task I feel a sense of pride when I return back to my Master's side.

"Show me that tailhole of yours."

"Oh!" The request is so so sudden that my surprise comes out verbally. I'm happy to show it off to him however as I go back to the stool I was on so that I can lean over it and spread my cheeks apart.

"To think you went from being a nice and tight thing to a loose puffy lipped slut in only one night. It looks damn red too slut."

"Oww!" I near fall over when his finger grazes across it. The sensitivity levels I'm experiencing are insane.

"Fuck it's even hot to the touch boy. Don't worry I'm almost done with this and then I'll be sure to heat things up even further for us." Letting me go I wait for him to finish, not moving until he tells me to.

10 minutes I display my ass for him while he works and occasionally brushes something over it scratching at my tender ring. Still by the end of what he's doing my eyes are drooping now having been up for god knows how long. Just when I feel myself drift off is when Bosskk shouts "Done!" right in my ear.

"Wha-What?" I shout before hitting the ground with a thump. Groaning I rub my side while my Master laughs childishly at me. Horrified at falling asleep next to him I rush to get up apologizing the whole time.

"Shut up. If you can fall asleep it just means I'm not treating you rough enough slut. Anyway hop up and come over to the workbench." I reach it after him and upon seeing the vice I want to shy away. I want to run away as my thoughts run wild with what he could put in that thing. He's next to it however so joining him I sneak a reassuring sniff of his musky scent as I stand next to him and the vice.

"Needs to be about this high I think." Pulling the lever up it adjusts to my cock height and turning the handle he gets it just wide enough to pull me into. Using that damn PA ring he puts my knotted cock right inside of the vice before giving just one turn of the handle. Wincing and ready to say goodbye to my cock I let it happen. "You should see your face bitch." With his hand he pushes me back scraping my knot along the rough vice until nothings left inside but the steel rod. Turning the handle he clamps it down on that, holding it and me right where we are.

Letting out the breath I'm holding in I say to my Master, "I thought you were actually going to do it then."

I can hear his great shoulders roll behind me. "Plenty of fun to be had before I do something like that puppy. One day I'll probably do something similar but right now I've got something far hotter in mind for you. Now if you move from that spot by tearing that rod out you'll be put in bed for two full days away from me."

My ears droop at his threat and I now realize what that conversation was really about. He wanted to know exactly what to threaten me with for my obedience. With my attachment issues, isolation for the both of us is a major threat to my mental state. "I won't move then Master Bosskk."

My promise is met with a chuckle as he puts on a thick glove. "We'll see about that." I watch as he steps up to the furnace and reaches up to the pronged fork I put in there earlier. When he pulls it out the heat hisses and smokes the very air around it, with it's white hot sheen. Terror has me sweating from pores long since abandoned in a canine's genetic makeup as he brings over that sparking weapon.

Right up behind me he comes to place an ungloved hand on my shoulder and in a hiss that matches the smoking brand he tells me his first secret. "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear someone scream as I brand them. Don't disappoint me now." I swear he draws it out letting the heat wash over my shoulder searing the skin without touching first. The heat is pure agony as I whimper and whine at the blisters that form on my shoulder. Falling forward my hands grip the bench to stabilize myself and still I feel no pressure on my back.

I'm already crying from the pain but I won't scream until I can't hold it back any longer. He doesn't want fake screams. He wants me to truly suffer and nothing less than that will make me happy so I endure the ceaseless searing of flesh doing my best not to move any more than I already have. "Aww that's it you bloody mongrel. Suffer for me and resist it. I love watching you try to tough it out but we both know who'll win in the end."

Letting me go I hear the buttons of his overalls pop as he kicks them off and away only for that heat and hand to return. Cock presses to my puffy asshole as that great horn of his rests along the side of my face almost lovingly. "Now, Scream for me."

It takes an eternity for me to hear the screams I let out and longer still for me to come to terms with the why of it. It's no longer heat I feel just the pressure of the three prongs hitting my back so hard that I feel my skin begin to boil and bake at the very touch. Layers pull back until it feels like those prongs press into my bones and then beyond bone into my organs all the while that I'm left screaming. It's not words, but a primal throat tearing roar of agony that hits my right ear while my left has a muzzle screaming a long "YESSS!" right into it.

Beyond all reasonable grounds of logic and pain I arch into the brand as I suffer for my Mater. The pressure moves down then, dragging across my skin raising blisters and tearing layers of flesh as it goes. The whole time I scream only stopping when I'm out of breath and only for a second to get more air to renew that awful screech. Past the edge of my shoulder he drags that brand over ribs. Eternity passes with every second that drags out and like the fire in my back it never ends or begins. Down that brand passes my ribs until it presses into pure fat and muscle above my kidneys and then I know true agony.

Beyond screams now, my cries are endless as my entire body locks up. Paralyzed and hoarse, nothing passes my throat as that brand sears such sensitive flesh until the smell hits my nose. The scent would make my mouth water as it smells delightfully of cooking meat yet I can only appreciate that in a fleeting moment as all to soon, it ends. When the pressure leaves my skin so too does the world as it fades away to darkness.

I don't know what to make of my reactions when I come to with a cock pumping away at my tailhole and fingers clenching at my fresh brand mark. Hoarse as I am the pain is excruciating enough to make me groan and cry out yet I can feel the pleasure blooming in my chest. Bosskk has wasted no time in claiming my tailhole while my face still presses into the bench but best of all my cock is still in the vice. Through all the agony that I'm facing, knowing I'm not leaving my Master's side for two days straight has me smiling even as I scream once more.

"Awake. Good then I'll make this memorable." Redoubling his efforts those balls of his slap into mine as his cock claims my hole and he bends over my back. Doggying me I try to arch back with him but nothing will move until I'm ready to break. Then in that moment of panted exhaustion his tongue touches me.

The scream I let loose as that tongue touches my back with his hot sticky saliva is unlike any other I've ever let out before. The ones earlier were primal agony, but this... the touch doesn't compare in pain levels but my mind comprehends it in a whole new way. Suffering and pleasure then become one, as my ass gets pumped at and I experience an orgasm that belies all orgasms.

My cock doesn't pulse with cum and my ass only pulses to milk my Master's dick so he'll paint my walls white with his seed. It's my mind that truly orgasms in that moment as I'm flooded with a feeling of such euphoria that has me embracing his tongue and trying to press it deeper into my back. The suffering is bliss to me as I fulfil a scream that I truly hope pleases my Master.

Gone as soon as it began I feel the hips of my Master grind once before he moans, emptying his balls into my guts. Blunt teeth nibble at the brand mark which has me screeching once again furthering the filling my guts get as it becomes well apparent that they empower his orgasm. Churned and sloppy my ass can't hold the cum as my loosened lips dribble it out onto my Masters balls only to drip down to the floor.

Spent now my Master pulls out with a final kiss to that long brand and with a single twist of the vice frees me to fall onto the bench properly. His cock falls free dragging cum up from my guts with it but he doesn't care as he admires his handiwork. "That was so hot puppy. The screams were undeniably the most... Awgh! I don't have the words. They were fucking incredible. It makes me sad to think that I'll never hear screams like that again from you. Make no mistake I'm going to try to make you scream like that again even if it takes me the rest of your life."

'The rest of your life.'

Those are the only words I hear out of that whole sentence and like a love sick puppy my muzzle splays to the side as I cry happily. I'm so tired and sore that I don't think I could move if the building was burning around me right now. So when my Master tells me to hold on to the brand and stay there I listen. Putting the brand down on my muzzle I cringe as it's still hot. Not burning hot but uncomfortably so and after a few seconds I really start to feel it.

By the time Master Bosskk returns and admires that brand mark again I'm fair ready to scream if I didn't think that would dislodge what he told me to hold. I don't understand what he does next as it doesn't make me suffer. It actually soothes me a little as he runs his rough fingers along the skin next to the burn. "I don't think I'll ever get sick of looking at this scar on you boy."

Letting me go he plugs something into the benches power supply before climbing up and sitting on my shoulders, right across the burn too. The pains... gone down a bit or I've become numb to it a little anyway as all I do is hiss once he's sat fully on me. "Mmm, I love that you don't actually scream unless you need to. I haven't seen you fake anything yet for my benefit but I wonder how you'll feel about this next part. Now open wide and show me those teeth."

Grabbing the bar off my muzzle he waits for me to comply before putting my jaw flat to the bench. Using the handle end of that brand he puts it right to the back of my muzzle to hold it open and laughs when he puts a foot on it to hold me there. A bit fearful that he's gonna crack a tooth or rip it out I get a shock when he drags across a belt sander. "Can't have a Slave with sharper teeth than mine now can I?"

His questions not only rhetorical but incredibly demeaning with my jaw pinned like this and when I hear that sander spark to life I die a little inside. Now I know it's silly but the one thing I've always had has been good teeth so when he first sets that belt on my bottom canine I go crazy. Bucking like mad and crying all my efforts remain futile as I can't budge his rhinocerous ass an inch. He's more than twice my weight and with that bar pinning my jaw I can't move anywhere. Combined with the pain from moving my arm all that I provoke is having his cock fall and slap me in the face getting a spurt of precum right in the eye for my trouble.

Jumping up and down on my back with laughter his hands remain steady on that sander as it grinds away my teeth. Flakes fly and with the coarse paper designed for metal he takes my teeth from me in no time. Pulling the sander away he turns on my back to study my teeth even running a finger along them. "Still not quite flat but it looks like you had pretty good teeth for a street kid. Pity that."

When he sets the grinder back to them I start wishing he would've just yanked them out. I'd be in so much more pain than this but they'd still be intact. Why does he have to destroy them like this? Tears flow down my cheeks as bits of teeth stick to the water marks. Twice more he inspects them, each time laughing as he does. "Damn, gonna make them flatter than a herbivores."

After he's done with my bottom set he flips me over onto my back and repeats the process while I lie there numb to it all. The top ones take longer to 'fix' than the bottom ones did and by the end of it my ears have a puddle of tears around them as they flick over the bench, the metal rings scratching away at the surface.

Master puts the belt sander down next to me before completing one more inspection with his fingers. Both top and bottom are now so smooth that his finger barely catch in the grooves between them. "Geez mutt they're flatter than mine. You won't even be able to chew a perfectly cooked steak with those grinders after this." Letting go of the brand he just has to watch the final hope in my eyes die when he says, "Not that you'd ever get that chance as my slave any how."

Losing my fur was one thing. That could and would grow back if I stopped using the treatment Master made me put on. Eating nothing but gruel. while demeaning as hell, didn't mean I stopped being a carnivore in any way. But taking my teeth? That makes me feel like something else entirely. I don't know if I count as a dog after this as I can't go back now. This, this marks me as less than I used to be. I'm not even a puppy any more. I'm a Slave.

I'm Property.

"Go on pig, give me a smile."

I'm Master's Property.

I'm Master's property? Does this claim me more than anything else he's done to me? Head up with master's cock lying on my neck I look up past his grey stomach and over that broad chest into those deep green eyes. His sharpened horn parts them which sends shivers down my spine to the base of my tail and the rings he put through it. He looks at me the same way I feel right now. As if I were property and that's all I need to smile.

My teeth don't meet anymore and even trying, my jaw can barely squeeze them together as there's maybe an inch more space now. I want to scream with frustration but seeing my Master smile at me only makes my lips pull back even wider for him. "Pathetic vegan faggot bitch. That's what you look like now slut." Getting up off my chest he jumps down off the bench and puts the brand away. Picking up the belt sander he quickly stashes that while I continue lying on the bench licking at my destroyed teeth. I wonder if I'll ever get used to them.

"Come on faggot I've got a treat for you. It's spur of the moment so don't make me regret it either." Staring at him I wonder what he means by treat and why spur of the moment shocks me so much. In my present state getting down off the bench has me hobbling more than a little and to follow him I wind up having to crawl just using one arm as the branded one won't take my weight. I still manage to keep up as we travel to an unfamiliar room. His bedroom by the looks of it, if I had to guess. To my utter surprise though, it looks very bland compared to everywhere else I've been, with hardly a sex toy lying about at all.

"Lie down on your stomach slut. I have to get some things, then I'll be back." Having patted the bed I assume that I'm meant to get up there and right now I could care less about the consequences.

In too much pain to sleep I'm still awake when Bosskk returns with a crate full of stuff. Dumping it next to the bed he doesn't waste words as he grabs each of my paws only to cuff them to my tail rings. Concerned that he may actually kill me if he keeps using me like this with the pain I'm in I resign myself to that fate as he chains my legs together to keep me still. So when he pulls out the next size butt plug I just use what movement I have to raise my tail so he can slide it in.

It takes a hard shove to push past my ring but when it does I barely moan at feeling full again. I'm run down and aching so having that in me even with it's weight hardly feels like anything right now. "Guess I really tuckered you out but I'm not stopping your suffering just because you're ready to pass out." Pulling the next object out of the crate he shows it to me as he pops the cap. Burn cream? Squirting it into his paw he just slaps it down straight onto my back.

It doesn't sting when he starts, more like kills, for 20 seconds until it finally begins to start soothing. Moans issue from my maw as I lie there on the warm soft bed and like usual my instincts have my curly tail wagging, the metal piercings ringing around the room like bad chimes. Done with the cream Master turns me around so that my muzzle hangs just over the side of the bed. With a grip I can't break free from he holds my muzzle closed as he whispers his deadly threat in my ear. "If you tell anyone what this part of me looks like or speculate aloud I'll cut you from my life slut. This is a treat so keep it to yourself forever."

If he were a panther I would have seen that tone coming but the hissed whisper coming from a rhino is more terrifying than anything I've ever heard. When he stands up and turns around I wonder at exactly what he's doing. "You wanted a sniff boy so sniff. Dare to use tongue or even touch me with your nose and I leave you Tray."

Ass cheeks right up close to me I can't believe what I'm hearing and as he bends forward I understand completely. Having opened his cheeks even without a sniff that scent practically knocks me out. Then upon seeing his horrifically scarred tailhole I don't want to consider the validity of his threat. Cuts and tears spread from that donut ring like a spider web. Just the thought of what was done to him to get those scars is terrible and some look to be over 20 years old... No wonder he threatened me like he just did.

Tearing up for my Master, I don't say a word instead as I accept the treat I'm given and sniff. Like a potent drug to me the scent of pure sweat, musk and masculunity that emanates from my Master's ass perks me right up. Again and again I inhale and right when I'm about to blow a wad of cum onto the bed I watch that pucker push out. "FLRRRT" The toxicity of it burns my very eyes and the scent makes me gag killing my arousal on the spot.

"Ughhh, Ughh. Master that was sickening." I cry as he laughs. "How could you be so cruel?" The words leave my muzzle seconds after swallowing that fart so I don't think them through a bit.

"You're right slut I am cruel and sick." using my collar he pulls me up onto the bed again as he chuckles. "Too you I will always be that but I may also be kind from now on when you earn it. Don't mistake this for pity or whatnot. I'm gonna treat you worse than I ever intended before but I only intended you to live for a month or so. Now I intend for us to live together for years so here." He tosses something next to my head as he says, "I pulled them out of the dirty wash for you. Enjoy and get some rest." With that said he leaves me contemplating his words only for me to turn into what he threw at me.

Sniffing I identify them immediately. Deeper I taste that scent on my tongue when I sniff of them again. Musk, sweat, manliness, cock and piss mix on what must be three day old jocks in a divine aroma. Past my chafed throat I call my thanks out to him coughing afterwards and burying my nose back into that smelly treat.

I know not how long I end up sleeping for having passed out the second I closed my eyes. Just like the rest of the house, Master's bedroom has no windows in it so I can't even tell if its day or night when I get shocked awake as more cream gets rubbed into my back. Moaning again, I find that my nose is still tucked inside my Master's jocks having passed out, buried in them. I have to say I'm a bit surprised at how good the care is that he's giving me. Like sleep and cream for my burn. Plus his jocks. Trying to smile I falter when my jaw won't click together and I remember losing my teeth. Still Master seems to like me not having them so I will deal with it.

When I hear Master put the tube of cream down I turn over and show them too him which gets a chuckle out of him. "Vegan faggot." To a former dog I don't think I would have put up with that from anyone else. Now though, well what defence do I have left? He's right afterall.

Watching Master in the shaded room I see him bend over my legs and start undoing my chains. "Can I ask what's happening Master?"

Legs and arms free I stretch while I await direction careful not to move far without a direction. "You've slept for a while now so I'm putting you back in your bed for the night. Leave the jocks, I've thought up something else to keep my scent with you." Tight as I am after being bound for however long I get up and with my one good hand I hold the heavy plug in my ass. Then once up I hobble after Bossk and follow him down to that same room where my 'bed' is. Knowing the eventuality of it all I don't mouth a protest as I stumble over to my 'bed'.

When it opens on the other paw I start whimpering as I know once I'm in, I'll be alone again. Still holding the plug up my ass I wonder how this one's going to attach when I see the one that's already in there. "Holy..." I begin to swear as I stare at the thing dumbfounded.

"I hope you can squeeze those legs together for a long time because if this one goes in, you won't be coming out slut. Let's get you locked in now." Grabbing hold of my PA he manhandles my cock and rips the duct tape off for the first time in hours. Finally having the rod removed from my urethra has my bladder screaming at me to let it go. Not being able to go I had been dismissing it for some time but now that it's free I find I really need to piss. So when Master starts to pull me into the 'Bitch Maker' I don't struggle as I know soon I'll have a catheter and will be able to go as much as I like.

Raising my tail I feel it when it clips into the back rod making the rings all vibrate. Missing one of them though I reach back myself to put it on which has Master frowning. "Are you looking forward to this you little Slut?"

Shaking my head frantically I tell him, "No Master but you are and I want you to enjoy yourself. You've been too kind to me already so it's only fitting you torture me with this. Hours spent with your scent in my nose has left me pretty eager to please you however Master."

Still frowning Bosskk pulls out the sets of cuffs he had on me earlier and hooks them back up to keep my arms behind me. Grabbing the next ring he fits it around my cock and balls like last night before starting with the catheter and tube. Unlike last night it feels quite natural to have the tip of my cock stuffed full today so by the time it reaches my bladder I only experience a slight discomfort followed by immediate relief.

Then nothing as the flow cuts off. Looking down I wonder what happened and yet my Master's smirking knowingly at me. "Thought I wouldn't see that did you Bitch? How could you not have a full bladder after todays fun? Should have come clean and maybe I wouldn't have done this to you." Fitting the tube over my cock I start to panic over how I'm meant to pee now. Flicking a switch behind him I feel my bladder finally start to drain.

The relief I feel when it all empties is short lived as the second my flow stops a whir starts from next to the 'Bitch Maker' and I experience a new odd sensation. Cramping my legs draw up to my chest as I cry out, the only things holding me up being my tail and arms as my bladder gets pumped back up. The flow of urine having reversed, I convulse as muscles designed for one purpose get ignored and pressed apart to take on the flow of urine at an alarming rate.

Finally when the pressure stops and I'm held there crying by the contraption my Master smiles at me. "Let's see how you go with that trick for tonight slut. Don't worry though as not all the surprises of the machine have been shown to you yet." Getting up he hooks my nose, ears and tongue up to the roof and before sealing me away kisses my teeth with his tongue. "Mmh I like the new teeth on you. They make you feel like less than a bitch when I kiss you. Goodnight for now whore." Turning around he hits the knob that seals me away and automatically I get pulled back and up.

Like last night I stare out the door pleading for my Master to stay with me so that when the light disappears the last sight I have is of his grinning horned face. Muzzle to the roof and spread wide I try to settle in but the process isn't done as my tailhole gets torn a new one. He didn't take out the old plug... Forced in by the new one the base of my old plug presses past all resistance with my weight and delves in to the depths of my guts. Crying out past the issue of tongue and nose I try to scream for help as that plug presses in deeper.

The new ones a monster and as the old one begins to reach the depth my Master's fist did I scream anew. I can hear my tailhole protesting at the new treatment of it as that plug stretches me beyond anything I took today. Unlike earlier my body reacts and my legs close slowing my descent and when I do I finally feel the first plug in me stop where it is. Shivering and crying I feel my bladder go on me once more and when the inevitable starts I cry anew from a muzzle that rapidly begins to dry out.

Once more those spikes press in against my skin one by one. I don't understand my feelings for them but each one that pricks into my flesh hurts for sure but they also make me feel good. They make me feel warm and comforted even as my body shivers and slowly begins to bleed. I count 8 tonight that press to my flesh tonight. 2 more than yesterday. He must still like me if that's the case as I consider if he just forgot the plug or if that is meant to be part of my torment.

Unlike last night when the tingle starts in my ass I'm expecting it. He's turned the shocks to a higher setting now. Last night I swear he just wanted to torment me with the unfamiliar. Now each shock has the added effect of being painful as well as pleasurable. The shocks stimulates muscles and when I feel the added combination of taking my piss back the ensuing cry I let loose echoes back at me from the thick walls.

No matter how I wiggle nothing changes except the scratches I get but I had forgotten what else I have to suffer through tonight. The harsh reminder starts up, by swelling my balls and cock in the vacuum of space. Jar filling with my swelling nuts my sagging skin inflates to touch the sides now as my cock swells past its normal size. Heaving from the overwhelming sensations I wish I could just see my Masters face as I suffered this for him. I'd happily deal with the agony if I could just look up and see him standing over me past the ring that stretches my nose so painfully. No matter how my eyes search though, nothing can be seen in the darkness that entombs me.

Days seem to pass with my piss getting drained and restuffed inside me and the whole time my ass slowly sinks down on the plug behind me. I have no way of knowing just how deep it is in me but with how my body cramps and buckles with every flinch I swear I must be close to the base by now. A base that doesn't taper off for comfort and if it goes in it may be impossible for me to pull it out if I take it all. Is that the threat of tonight? Isn't my bladder getting toyed with enough for Master? Does he have to tear my hole apart too?

Just when I swear I can't take anything more the shocks start up in full assaulting my prostate violently. Shaking and sweating I feel the suction on my cock and balls stop only for them to swell again. Like the most bizarre of handjobs the suction works my cock into a frenzy and with the shocks of the plug I feel my orgasm build to a peak far too quickly. Wild with need even the piss I get filled with can't stop me from cumming around that catheter as I shake in my bonds. Arching back I feel the tug of piercings in my ears and nose pull at flesh only for the spike in my back to pierce flesh properly. Uncontrolled and flailing I wince as that spike rips and tears at the flesh along my shoulder matching where the brand is on the other.

Howling for mercy best I can my tongue pulls me off the spike a little bit. Relentless as a machine can be I'm not given a second to catch my breath or adjust as shock upon shock runs through my guts. Piss fills me as my balls swell again and within the space of a few breathes I'm cumming around that catheter yet again. More than 10 orgasms are torn from me by the time the plugs shocks die down. My knotted cock won't go down in the vaccuum around it and I lose all hope that it will ever go down after this. I didn't feel it swell once in the last orgasms having reached a level I've never heard of and I fear it may now be a permanent fixture upon my doggy cock.

Crying out from a violent shock my ass spasms around that plug as a noticeable amount stretches my tailhole while I descend on it. Master where are you? Please I need you to take me out of here. My thoughts run wild with need of my Master as the first plugs presence makes itself known to me again. Tremors in my guts have sucked that plug in deeper. Slut that I am, my ass continues sucking on it with each pulse of the plug that blocks my ass and even spent as I am when I feel it press against my abdomen my cock pulses in its prison. The dribble of cum is the last I have to give. I was dry before but the thickness of this shot churns within my urethra against the catheter before running down my cock and over my swelling nuts. I swear I'm imagining it but it feels like I ejaculated a kidney stone it's that thick and intense now.

Desperate I plead for my Masters voice now. Just to hear him would be enough. Nothing but my hollow howls echo back to me and try as I might the only touch I feel of his are the spikes. Grinding back I need to feel them to know my Master's with me. Desperate I use my legs and back to hug them. Warmth blossoms from each spike now as I moan for my Master's cruel touch, aching for him. I ache to feel his rough hands. The warmth of his flesh. The sound of his voice. The look of that horn or his grey stomach. I long for the stretch of his cock to fill me as I wonder what he'd feel like on my tongue.

More than anything though I wish I could smell him now. I still remember the smell of those jocks and the dreams I had with my nose pressed into them. Would he fulfil those dreams if I shared them with him and what happened to him keeping his scent with me in here?

Right I lied about my eagerness to get in here as I needed to pee. After that I doubt he thought I deserved the right to his scent. I'm such an idiot. I shouldn't have lied about why I wanted in. I should have told him the truth and then I may have been smelling him instead of just myself. Those thoughts make me cry even harder, from eyes that have dried up long ago today. I need to make it up to my Master tomorrow. No matter what I have to be good for him so I can hang here smelling him tomorrow night. But Master wants me to suffer so wouldn't not smelling him make Master happier? Is it wrong of me to want to smell Master while I suffer for him?

Back and forth my mind questions that and in the depths of my hell I think back to my Master's tailhole. Even dry my throat swallows at the thought of what he suffered to get that scarring. Hanging here I ask myself if scarring myself like that for him would be what he wants from tonight? Does he want me to suffer what he went through? No Master is stretching me and rough as he was, he was careful about it. Master actually cares about me I realize then. Just as that thought hits me a sliver of light shines into my abyss.

Blinded and in agony from the light I can't not look at it because I know Master will be outside of my cage so I eagerly look toward it. Grey skin blurs from the one eye I can see from and like the lovesick pup I am I cry at the sight of him. Like yesterday when it fully unlocks, all my piercings drop and I fall with them to the ground at my Master's feet. Crying and shaking I don't let my agony stop me from kissing those paws like I did yesterday so thankful to see Master again. I know I don't have permission to do this but I don't care if I get punished for it. I want to thank Master for coming to see me. For letting me see him.

My nostrils refill with his scent and like always it sends a shiver down my spine to my tail and cock like nothing else ever has. Nothing feels better than this, finally being free and in my Masters presence like I am now. Agony and suffering like I am, still nothing feels better. Unless maybe that plug didn't feel like it was ripping apart my insides.

Masters hand grabs my tail as he pulls up to expose my ass and look at my tailhole. "Keep that muzzle on my feet slut." Doing as he asks I feel his other hand play with the stretched rim of my tailhole as he admires the plugs effects on it. "Now that looks better on you slut. Had to work all night keeping that plug out so your rim has no strength left to close up. Such a fuckable hole you've got already but we'll get it wider and stretched out for me soon enough. How does it feel knowing that bitch?"

He doesn't let me go instead he more pulls me over to the side with my tail making me fall onto the floor. The impact makes me groan and cry out as the plug thats left in me shifts about tearing at something deep within me. "God get it out please Master. Please it's tearing me apart."

"What is?" His question is startled out of him as I lie on my side groaning and clenching the protrusion in my stomach. Bending down he pulls my arms away to look. "Fuck. I left that other plug in you when I sealed you up didn't I?" He genuinely looks surprised when he sees that bulge in my belly so when I nod and he laughs I feel a bit better. "Damn I wish I had have known you were suffering so well. This only makes it better for me though."

Using his feet he kicks over my bowl of gruel for me so it's near my muzzle. "Eat up. Long day ahead and as we're starting with retrieving that plug I'm gonna be deep in your guts probably to the elbow. Can't wait to see you with a second tail bitch." The casualness of Master's cruelty has me smiling even as I hold my guts in agony. Full in many ways as I am I know my body needs the food so like any good orphan would I suffer to eat it.

All fours and with my curled tail hugging my body I take that first lick of food from my bowl only to try and chew. Lamenting at the loss of my teeth again I cry but press on tipping my muzzle back and swallowing the slop without chewing. My muzzle can't close my teeth yet to chew so I can't allow myself to bother. Like yesterday I lick until my bowls clean and like yesterday I wait for my instructions afterwards.

Kicking the trough of water over too Master waits for me to dip my head in. Expecting him to drown me like yesterday I'm surprised when his hand starts rubbing burn cream into the brand on my shoulder instead. "Looks like you cut yourself worse last night too slut. The blood looks good on your skin but not as sexy as this brand. How does it all feel?"

I'm cringing at his touches until I feel the cream start to take effect and then I'm pressing back into it. Sip after sip of water I formulate an answer for him while I drink. "It's still agonizing Master but it's dulled a lot over night even if the skin around it feels freezing. It was nice to feel tearing at me all night however inside that chamber. Not once was I able to rest with it all going on." That then is the moment I realize I was drained of piss before being let go. "Also thank you Master for letting me empty my bladder before releasing me. That was the worst part of last night being pumped full of it so many times. Never imagined having that done to someone before."

"I'm sure there is plenty you never imagined slut and I'm going to do all of it to you. Now this prick in your shoulder looks pretty bad. You must have struggled a lot last night to inflict it so when you shower I'll leave a first aid kit out for you and you are to clean it. Got that?"

Nodding I thank him for that kindness as I finish drinking what I can from the bucket. "Umm, Master can I ask why didn't you drown me today? You did yesterday."

"No." That's all the answer he gives me as he finishes with my shoulder before getting up. "Come on follow." I find walking easier than crawling today now with both shoulders out of action. Still with my ass so stretched and the plug tearing my insides up when I move even that small comfort is destroyed as I waddle along behind my Master.

Coming to the same room as yesterday he sets me up in the same way and with a brutal efficiency hooks both my balls and cock up to the bench. He actually shows me the new sounding rod he's made up for me and the way it curves to match my shaft. It's not much but when he starts I have to wince at the intense stretch. With every slight twist that he gives of the sounding rod he stretches me open wider so he can push just that touch more in. By the time he sets up that tray below me my cock head feels like its gonna split right in two.

"10mLs today and then we'll see how swollen your balls have really gotten." The hook barely held my sack around the swollen orbs today so 10mLs doesn't seem like that big a stretch at least until the needle sinks in. It's like having the same nightmare two days in a row but 20 times worse. I know what to expect and I know it's gonna hurt like hell but the second that injection starts I'm right back in hell. It's not the pain thats the problem its just the overwhelming feeling of 'wrong' that having this done brings out in me. I'm pretty sure I'd rather have them lopped off than have this done to them.

"Damn bitch it looks like that right nuts just about to pop with how swollen it is." I wish it would, then I'd never go through this ever again. "Just the left to go now and if I recall that was the one you really had a problem with yesterday wasn't it?" He taunts just as he presses the needle through the skin. "See if this makes you match the screams you gave me."

I'm not sure if my scream is just anticipation of what happens or if he actually pressed down on the needle but the moment I feel my ball swell my throat works overtime to perform my scream. Devotion mixes with pleasure and pain as I cry for my Master's sadistic pleasure. Sick to the pit of my stomach I just wish that gruel he feeds me would let me vomit but no matter how I gag as my scrotum stretches to accommodate my swelling testicle nothing comes up.

No more, please, no more... still he injects more into my testicle as my screams continue until they stop. Fallen flat to the bench my flat teeth try to bite into it to no avail but the action has me feeling just that tiny bit better as I suffer. The prick I feel when that needle pulls free is of such relief that I actually have a twinge of guilt for feeling it. Damn it I'm such a bitch that I can't even suffer properly for my Master.

So guilty do I feel that I'm certain I don't deserve the lube that he spreads over my tailhole. "You don't have to use lube Master if you don't want to." I say in my glum state wishing that he'd force my suffering past all tolerance.

"To suffer as my bitch you need to be alive. One day I'll claim your life as that belongs to me now but between now and then I'll pleasure myself all with your suffering. Trust me you'll suffer enough taking my arm this deep today." Anticipating those fingers slipping into my guts I groan when my ring actually resists taking three of them. How? How's that possible? All night I sat on a plug the size of my thigh and I have a plug the same size as his whole fist stuck up there. How can I resist taking just three measly fingers?

"God damn, you must be made of rubber you little slut. I'll fix it eventually until you can't close this ring on me ever again." I don't get it, I feel tighter than I did yesterday to my mind and with the fire that blazes from my ring upon contact I'm wondering if I've just puffed up too far to take him now. I don't feel like that's the issue though. I'm sore but I'm quite certain the swellings gone down from yesterday, so am I just that tight?

4 fingers get jammed up my comparably tight ass and a few finger thrusts later he's painfully shoving past my ring until he wears it as a bracelet. A quick twist of his wrist has me moaning as he grinds along my prostate. Like a magic button inside of me my tailhole loosens with the pressure. Aroused and wanting to spurt from my engorged cock I moan as I nip at the bench below me. "That's better fag. All it took was a fist and you loosen right up. Now lets start you on the arm."

Groaning I grind back on that fist pulling my cock against the wire cutting it along the taut flesh. Emptiness then encompasses my emotional barriers when Bosskk removes his fist and watching my tailhole he waits. And waits.

And waits.

Whining I let go of the bench with my teeth to ask what's wrong only to howl when my muzzle opens. Showing him my half set of teeth I howl to the ceiling as he wrecks my ring with that punch. Hearing his laughter in my ears my own howl breaks off into joining him as fingers flex within me and find that second sphincter. Scissoring in me he pushes past and finds the base of that plug sitting just beyond.

Relieved that he found it so easily I push down on his arm with my guts to take him further. I'm not sure what he's doing within me now as I only feel slight movements. It's like he's tapping at the plug and when I hear him humming behind me I know he is as it's in tune. His arm flexes as the tapping becomes more persistent and like a bitch in heat I moan to it as it beats along my guts. "Ohh, please Master. Mercy I don't think I could cum again. So much. So muchh!" I whine to him as he churns my stomach with his tapping.

"Hmm, no." He says thoughtfully in between humming and tapping. "I've got a better idea." My tail stops it's wagging at that to curl about my waist knowing that this is gonna be bad. "That's it bitch. Try to anticipate it so you can shut the pain out but you know you can't. You know it's futile don't you slut?" How? How can he see my very thoughts right now? "The best bit of it all is that you don't even want to predict it do you faggot? You just want to suffer for me and you anticipate that suffering."

No. Did he draw that from our conversation yesterday? "Please Master? Please?" I don't know what I'm begging for but my whine sounds pathetic to my own ears. All I know is that I'm begging for something.

When his humming stops so too does the tapping as his fingers move to grip the base of the plug. "Well too bad. You suffer for my pleasure not your own you little fucktoy." A snail could pull that plug out faster than Master does right now. Passing it through my second ring is no mean feat but over the time that he does it, it feels like nothing's wrong. It feels... not even pleasurable. No pain, no wrongness.

Worst of all no suffering. Back he pulls until that plug base leaves me farting around it and with a strength I wasn't sure my ass still had the head pops out unaided by my Masters hand. By this time I'm sobbing into the bench from a lack of feeling, begging my Master for anything. Sure my balls and cock hurt like I couldn't imagine but I saw his ass. I know he wants to do that to me doesn't he? "Please Master treat me like you were treated." I scream as I look back at him and snap.

I know it's a mistake the second it leaves my muzzle as he goes colder than ice. "What did you just say Tray?"

Just him using my name makes me realize exactly how much I screwed up then. Struggling at my straps I pull away, shirking away from that cold green stare of his. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that Master. Please forgive me for mentioning it. I swear I didn't mean to." But I did and that's all that matters. I know that.

"I told you never to mention that Tray. Ever." His voice doesn't have the slightest hint of emotion in it. Like his eyes, his tone is dead.

"I'm so sorry Master. I only did it because I thought this wasn't what you want-"

"Don't you dare." He cuts me off still with that dead voice. "Don't you dare question what I want Tray. A slave's place is never to question what his Master wants." Coming over he unclasps the straps holding me down leaving only the wire around my cock and the winch on my balls. "Reach back and finger your tailhole Tray."

Doing as he asks I immediately shove two fingers into my hole waiting for my next order planning to follow it silently and to the letter. "Now swirl them and after you have pull them out and look at them." With no eroticism I follow the order tracing my rim on the inside before I pull them out and study the lubed digits of my paw. "Clean aren't they Tray?"

"Yes Master?" My tone I hope implies the question I want to ask of him. I want to ask him why that matters to him.

"For years afterwards every time I pulled my fingers away they came away bloody. Yesterday was the first time I had ever shown someone... well that in a long time." Fuck. Years and I was the first? "For you to betray that so quickly of me Tray..." His voice is no longer dead, it trembles now as he stares at me. "That hurt a lot."

His words crush my soul in one blow. "Let me make it up to you Master. Please. Somehow I swear I'll never mention it again if you don't want me to I just thought putting me through that would-" I don't know.

"Would what Tray? Help me process it?" I nod half heartedly to that suggestion. "No. I'll break your ass without destroying it Tray. I'll scar every piece of flesh you have. I'll break your bones. I'll castrate you and tear your cock to shreds. But at the end of all that your tailhole will be in tact." His words are terrifying as life returns to him. "Then with your tailhole in tact and able to take my arm to the shoulder. Then I'll destroy it. Then I'll destroy you. Do not ever try to take that away from me Slave."

His plans are... Extreme. Brutal. Exciting. He wants to break me before destroying me. "My life is yours Master. My suffering is yours to dictate and I should never have questioned that. Can you forgive a Slave for a lapse of judgement if he loves you Master?" I ask of him fearing the answer.

"Not yet no." He states even as he kneels down behind me and lubes his fist up once more. "If I hear you moan even once for the rest of this I'm standing on the chain to your balls. Either your cock or they will come off depriving me of endlessly torturing them so sit still."

Punching in I have to stifle my groan by biting into my arm. HARD. If my teeth were still sharp I doubt I'd have an arm left after that bite. My body quakes as he now casually opens up my ass. No demeaning words or dominance just the task of opening my ass up with his fist. He's more proficient when he doesn't try to engage with me yet knowing he only enjoys this as a future project makes me wish for his old whispered words. Like how its hot to see my ass splay open or how tight I get on the pull out. He doesn't even torment me like that by letting my ring close before punching in. He just gets in deep and twists before pulling out and pushing back in.

Methodically he plays in my ass for almost an hour, dripping lube all over the bench, my balls and the floor. My ass isn't just numb from what he's doing back there it feels like everything has stopped working. I don't even feel myself wanting to drip precum. Like I've been hollowed out and emptied which I suppose is exactly what has happened.

His arms in me as deep as he's gotten it today when the winch lets go of my balls and the tray disengages. With no tray to hold the sound in it drops pinging on the floor and startling me to look back for a second. "Ha, made ya look fucktoy." Curling his hand into a full fist he tears his whole arm out in one smooth motion. A whole hour of being played with takes place in that one movement and like a true anal slut my cum shoots down to the floor as I shake and do my best not to moan.

At the very least my Master's smiling now even if it's hesitant as he studies my wrecked hole again. "Looking better Slave and you did well suffering silently as you did." Slapping down on my cheeks he pulls at my tail rings until it lies straight out from my back before letting go while I do my best not to whine. "Go clean up and once you're done in here I expect you in the workshop. I have a client coming by in 2 hours to pick up an order and you'll make a perfect test subject for the product so you better be thoroughly cleaned up by then."

More exhausted than I was after yesterday's play session it takes me a moment to acquire the energy to move. By the time I have recovered, Master's already left the room so I begin counting down aiming to be done within an hour. Hopefully if I finish fast enough Master can work on forgiving me sooner. I'm pretty sure by the time I'm satisfied that the 'stretching stations' clean enough along with my own body. I'm quite certain that I'm about 20 minutes past that hour in getting to my Master's side.

I can hear him working on something the second I walk inside and judging by the light and noise, he's welding. That much I can tell but nothing more as he's behind a screen to block the extreme flashes of light. When I hear a break in his work I call out so as not to intrude and perhaps see something I'm not meant to. "Master, just letting you know I'm done cleaning."

"And I should care why mutt?"

His comment actually has me smiling as he's now pissed at me which is so much better than me being dead to him. "I just didn't want to barge in, in case you didn't want me seeing something Master. You told me to come in when I was done but you also gave me two hours so I didn't want to spoil something if you planned to torment me with it."

Hearing him put the tools away and step around the barrier I dip my muzzle respectfully to him. "Good instincts Mutt. I probably would have turned that welder on your nuts if you had ruined what's behind the screen and you're in enough trouble as it is." He moves with purpose unhooking a solid set of cuffs from his belt which he hooks up to my tail. "Walk." Little choice in the matter as he twists the cuffs to propel me forward I end up walking the way he points me.

Back to the furnace. Anticipating the heat and pain my back freezes over as my currently healing burn twinges. I can't see that he's inserted anything in the furnace yet but with the heat billowing from inside it wouldn't take long to get something hot enough for a new brand. Over to the bench he hooked me up to yesterday he pushes my muzzle right into the vice. "Hmmph?" I grunt surprised at not being able to open my muzzle and then I feel the vice tighten over it.

"Unhh, unhhhhh!" I attempt to cry as that vice tightens preventing my muzzle from pulling free in seconds and with another twist I feel the pressure block my nose and grind my flat teeth together. Is this it? Fuck is he done with my muzzle already?

"Don't shit yourself mutt. You're not getting out of being my slave this easy." Bosskk coldly states as he stops closing the vice on my squashed muzzle. "Just wanted a way to keep you quiet and still for a while. That and I have a task for your feet. Be right back." Coming back fairly quickly I get a shock when he has me step into a flat tray as he drags it under me. "I need this mixed Mutt so churn it with those toes of yours until I say stop. Now I've gotta finish my project."

The new angle my muzzle sits at is really rough as nigh half my weight rests on the vice. Crouching down a little I try to ease it yet I can't perform the task my Master asked of me like that and I won't disappoint him again. Choosing my suffering I start churning what feels like a very coarse sand until my legs burn. Then I keep going as I drip sweat into my eyes. Then I keep going until my legs feel like jelly. Then lead. Then molten lead.

And still I churn.

And still.

And still even as voices start up behind me.

I keep churning and I refuse to stop even when footsteps approach me. "Look at that ass work. One day I'm sure that ass will look loose but for now you are one lucky rhino Xavier." Xavier? Who's Xavier?

"Yeah I am." My master answers which sets me to wondering if he's Xavier. I thought he was Bosskk? Ohh that's just a pseudonym. I get it right away as he goes on. "He signed up to be a deadbeat sex slave so I have him until he dies."

"Nice and I see you're already working on some really rough stuff. Is that a brand mark on his back? Looks pretty fresh."

"He's gonna wish that was the worst of what I'm gonna do to him. Still how about we get him out of that vice to give you a demonstration of what you ordered from me? You know so that you can see the exact quality that I work to."

"Think he can handle something like that? I know it was built for a canine and he is smaller than my boy so I'd love a demonstration but yours looks pretty soft." Soft? I've been at this for almost an hour and you think I'm fucking soft. Let me at him Master. I'm growling now. The vice causes it to lose the effect I want but my point gets across nonetheless as Master pats me on the ass.

Just after the pat Master makes his point by shoving three fingers into my ring with little effort. "Ohh this mutt'll take anything I do to him. Watch." Just like that he grabs hold of tail and using my tailhole mostly, lifts me up until 90% of my weight rests on the vice. Don't move. Don't fight, Tray just let this happen. Fight and it'll hurt worse FUCKK! Dear god. It's like falling flat on my nose only 100 times worse as the edges of that vice cut into my muzzle like a dull knife edge. The only reason I'm not screaming like with the brand is that I can't. Trapped and helpless I cry and groan for their entertainment.

"Okay, okay if he can take that he can take my boys gag. Gotta say though that looks fucking hot Xavier. Never seen a sub take that kind of abuse before and stick around for long."

"Faggot doesn't have a choice anymore." Master Bosskk says while dropping me back to the floor undoing the vice at the same time. I swear he does it that quick just to watch me falling flat on my face so he and his client can laugh. Groaning I want to check and see if my muzzle's bleeding or not but it doesn't look like I'll be able to for a while yet. "Get up and follow mutt."

He hasn't given me use of my arms so that's much easier said than done. I have to actually wiggle my ass to pull my knees to my chest while my tender muzzle takes all the weight again. Both my Master and the client are laughing while I do it so I make it look a bit harder than it actually is though with my back muscles protesting like they are I don't act all that much. Mostly I just swing my tail a bit which at the very least arouses my Master's client. He must really like dogs judging by the sounds he's making anyway.

Getting my legs under me I stand fully before my Master with my head down ready for whatever it is he has planned. That's what I tell myself anyway. Forced into an enhanced dental gag with my muzzle spread as wide as it can go I find that deep throating a horse cock becomes a monumental task. Followed up by my Master's rhino cock and then the horse dom again my stomach feels uncomfortably full of spunk.

It's gotta be a full two hours later of breathing difficulties and muzzlefucking later when my Master says goodbye to his client. I don't think I've ever been so pleased to see the backside of a horse, as I am when he walks out that door. Alone again with my Master I calm myself by breathing in his scent while I ponder what he plans to do to me next.

"You've got a nice muzzle on you mutt." His comment starts my tail wagging pulling oddly at my cuffed paws. Seeing my wagging tail he grabs at it only to pin me up against the wall next to the door. Only adding to my happy mood as I hear his fly undo. "Your tailhole's still better cunt. I'm making some nice progress loosening that up like a proper bitch's pussy."

Feeling his blunt cock touch my twitching hole I arch back spreading my ass over that tip until his balls slap into mine. "Still fucking tight. If I wanted to work at taking your pussy slut I'd have picked a virgin. Unghh!" Ramming back and forth he takes me fast up against the wall while I moan and wag my tail to the beat of his hips.

"Fuck Master that feels good." I scream as he fucks my ass wide open on his thick cock.

"Well we can't have that." He says all while I moan like I'm in heat. Feeling his hand grip my knot I howl only for it to morph into a scream as he picks me up by it. With nothing but his cock and that hand crushing my knot he carries me over to a low bench and slams me down on it. Nuts first. The scream I let loose chills my blood as I go tense all over.

"Fucking useless bitch." Bosskk taunts as his cocks swells in my quivering tailhole. "I told you to loosen your tailhole up not tighten it. I think it's the kink in your tail that's resisting me so let's fix that." Kink? What does he mean by kink?

Having learnt my lesson about speaking out of turn I return to moaning as he uses my tail to fuck me even harder. Both hands of his grip down on my tail as he uses me like a fleshlight such is his strength and when I hear a crack I immediately think he breaks the bench with our weight. Screams echo around the room and it takes me a while to recognize them as my own while my mind tries to catch up on what happened.

The pain coming from my tail is horrendous and when I can finally look back the sight of the malformed kink makes me want to vomit. My usual curly tail has this 90 degree bend in it right between my Masters hands as he continues jacking off with my ass. "Ughh, that's it scream as I straighten you out fag." Master sneers down at me as he bends my tail back into it's rightful place.

Sick to my stomach at the pain and sight of my tail getting bent to impossible angles I gurgle my scream past bile and spittle. When my Master's hand moves down a single inch and clamps around that fresh break my world goes white. The pain was pleasant before in comparison to this. "YES, fucking scream your lungs out!" And I do just as he wants.

Bosskk relentlessly uses my tailhole as I suffer and scream at the abuse. The suffering only drives me on though as the pain settles my tail tries to wag with the joy I feel at serving my Master. He feels the little instinctive tug my tail gives as I turn my puppy love filled eyes on him. Scream having died down now I silently plead for more so I can truly suffer for my Master's lust. "Let's make a straight husky of you slut."

SNAP!

Bone crunches as his hands twist my tail viciously snapping it less than an inch down. Knowing it was going to happen and watching it happen are two horrendously different things. Pitifully I howl feeling my tail get mutilated beyond repair. SNAP!

"FUCKKKK!!" I didn't expect two breaks so fast. The pain magnifies becoming threefold what the initial break was as I gag between screams.

"That's it. Come on let's turn a tail raiser straight. So straight you'll never fucking raise it again except by force." Master taunts and when he manipulates my appendage by squeezing it, my resulting screams drive him wild. "YES, YES, YES. Fucking suffer you tail-raiser faggot. This'll fucking teach you how real men like me should treat your worthless fucking ass. Now Fucking. Take. ME."

SNAP!

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! Goes my tail. 4 fresh breaks added to the other three and he hasn't even passed the halfway point. I can't make a sound anymore. The pains too intense for me to do anything but retch bile which I think he's all the happier hearing as he churns my guts up and fills them with cum. Furiously thrusting away he keeps yanking on my broken tail prolonging his orgasm by forcing my tailhole to clench around his shaft.

Done for the moment with me I get yanked, by the tail, off the bench and shoved to the floor muzzle first. There is no breaking my fall with my hands still cuffed to my rapidly swelling tail as I lie there crying with my ass leaking cum. "Damn tail-raiser, your tail looks straighter but you don't. I'll go get something to finish this with."

When he comes back he has what looks to be a steel rod with him. Lying on the floor I watch as Bosskk steps over my and treads his hoof right onto my muzzle grinding it down. "Mutts lick hooves when they want to be shown mercy." Hearing his cruel voice utter what I'm meant to do I struggle under the rhino's weight to stick my tongue out and taste the soul of his hoof. Metal shavings flavour my tongue along with the dirt of his workshop making for an ash like taste running wild over my senses.

The degredation of my task has my cock dripping pre under me which I'm sure Bosskk can see, "Mmh, knew you'd do it slut but how about I tread harder and make you suffer some more. You do want mercy don't you? Show me you want to suffer around me and I'll show you mercy by keeping you around for my entertainment. Go on get your tongue right out between those flat faggot teeth and lick my hoof clean."

I can barely do what he's asking but when I do his laugh has me about ready to cum when he stands on my muzzle. "Damn puppy if you beg for mercy this well I'm gonna have to make you straight so you can truly suffer for my pleasure." Bending down he grabs my tail which would make me scream but, you know, his hoof kinda prevents my face from even moving. Pushing the bar over the top of my tail he slides it through each of my piercings.

Into the small of my back he pushes the bar before attempting to clip it around my tail. "Right needs one more break or this won't go on. Hmm better hold still for this." With two hands he casually bends over when, SNAP! The pain is only made worse when he bends it until my tail lies right up my spine. The bar holding it in place perfectly and with a gut wrenching 'Crunch' I feel my tip bent over the end of that pole and clipped in. "Aww, what a good straight tailed mutt you make bitch."

He does all of this with a casualness I'd envy in any other position but all I can do from where I am is cry. Cry and admire my Master as I continue to lick his hoof. Stepping off my face I actually scream from being deprived the comfort of my Master's touch. I'm so sick and depraved that I want his touch even if it means my bones get broken. I just want him to touch me more. To force me to be with him in any way. I'm lost now as I lay there screaming for my Master's pleasure.

My screams change into relief when he grabs the former scruff of my neck and orders, "Up!" He does near all the work as he hauls me to my hobbled paws and pushes me back up onto the bench forcing me to lie on my broken tail. Hauling my legs up he takes one look at my leaking tailhole before claiming it all over again with his cock. "Damn girl you've got me so riled up that I can't stop now. Need to rape your straight tailhole so fucking hard."

Rape is right. Cuffed and helpless every thrust has me screaming as he puts pressure on my broken tail and I want it to stop. I want him to be done inside me and then I want him to do it all over again. I don't know what I want... I just want him to be happy. Between screams as I get used to the breeding I manage to whisper at him, "What else do you need... Master... Please!"

He uses every ounce of his weight for his thrusts until he hears my words. Changing it up his eyes actually sparkle as he looks down at me. Twice my size and more than thrice my weight when he grinds down to look at my face all I can do is blush and pant exhaustedly under him. Lovingly Bosskk caresses my muzzle as he looks into my eyes, "You have such a beautiful muzzle pup."

His words send a shiver down my spine as my heart breaks. He likes my muzzle? "Thank you Master. I love the grey of your skin as even that makes you rough against me." I don't know why I add that last but I feel it appropriate somehow as I wonder why the sudden compliment.

Pulling a key from his pocket he undoes my cuffs as his thrusts turn loving in nature as he still studies me. "Put your paws on me Tray, show me you love my skin and the way it feels." having that permission I can't stop myself from moaning as my paws trace his shoulders. His pecs are balls of muscle under my paws that drive me wild and the moan he lets loose when I touch his nipple has me grinding back onto his cock despite the pain in my tail.

"I love the way you do that pup. You scream in pain for me and still you grind back for more." His hand moves down mimicking where mine trace on him, his rough skin feeling wonderful on mine. "I love how smooth and delicate your pink skin looks. One day I'll bruise it properly until your purple but the way it feels now, unghhh!?" We both moan. "You feel flawless still under me pup. Broken as we both are you feel perfect against me and I want the outside of you to match the inside."

His words resonate in my chest as I try to untangle their meaning. "You'll always be perfect to me and flawless but to everyone else we'll both always be broken and scarred. I'll never forget how perfect you looked when we first met but now I need to show your insides." Coming down he forces me into a deep passionate kiss full of a love I've never known before. "You know you want me to do this so grab on pup." he says when he breaks the kiss and lays his horn right against my muzzle.

Shivering I don't know what he plans to do but his passion has me grabbing hold of him and hugging him tight. Just knowing he cares enough to make me suffer for him after my fuck up earlier has me writhing in need. The pain in my tail is completely forgotten now as I grind onto Bosskk's shaft awaiting whatever he has planned. "Beg me pup. Beg me to make your outsides reflect how broken we are inside. Beg me to show you how much you mean to me Tray."

"Show me Bosskk. Please show me how much I mean to you. Show me that I'm not truly meaningless to you Master." I beg of him as my hands clench tight into his corded muscles wondering if he's just setting me up to leave me suffering.

"Gladly pup." Feeling him drag back I start to whine as everything I feared comes to pass. He's gonna leave me. No, no. Please no. I opened myself up to him. Please Master anything but you leaving me li- His horn pull at my muzzle when my panicking reaches a climax and when I stare at it I can see the red gather along it as he slices into my muzzle. Blood?

"Oh, damn. I'm-I'm gonna-" Looking past it at my Master's gritted teeth I know he didn't mean to do that. He does think me meaningless. "FUCK, I can't. I'm-" With a slam of his hips into my ass all my thoughts change when I feel that shaft of his swell inside me and pulse. "I'm cumming pup." And with that he explodes deep within my guts.

He grinds his orgasm out into me as he stares transfixed by the sight of the blood seeping from my muzzle. "Gods I'm sorry pup." He says as he comes down from his orgasm. "I didn't mean to shoot like a horny fucking teen but the sight of your blood as I cut you- well I don't have words for it."

"Wait so I'm not meaningless?" I ask feeling insecure as fuck right now as I lie with a good foot of cock up my broken tailhole.

His laugh does nothing to dispel that until smiling he bends down and licks my muzzle clean. Moaning he claims, "Far from it cunt. You're a slave perfect for breaking, breeding and bleeding. A perfect match for me. I'll never leave you truly alone ever again Tray." Bending down again he slices his horn across the other side of my muzzle slicing it open as we both moan. "I love you."

His words feel like they shatter me, cutting deeper than his horn ever could. It's because I've always wanted to hear them. I don't even realize when I hug and kiss him back invading his mouth with my tongue but I can't help it. Nothing has ever made me so happy as hearing those few words. Blood gets in my eye but I don't care all that I care about as I break the kiss is saying, "I love you too Bosskk and I'll always suffer for you to love me."

That starts up a round of surprisingly passionate lovemaking between us. He even has me ride him for a time just to let me feel him lying below me. Then right at the end he uses that sharpened horn of his to deliver one more cut right across my lips so he has an excuse to kiss and suck the blood away. "Let's get you some sleep cunt." Thats the last words of the night before he binds me in his bed and has us both get some rest before transferring me back to the bitchmaker.

20 spikes touch my skin that night and he lets me piss normally. Still he changes it up as about 10 minutes in I feel a sudden pressure on my tongue. Terrified I prick my back on a spike until I remember to hold still as a blunt phallus is dropped into my muzzle from on high. It doesn't stop at my muzzle either as it cuts off my breathing and breeches my throat. God damn it will Master ever run out of ideas to torment me with? When that dildo starts truly throatfucking me I know I'm in for a rough night. Because with every thrust I slowly take more of the gargantuan plug up my ever loosening cunt.

A month passes like this. He has me working with him in the shop a bit now but every day I find that I get 7-9 hours of sleep. 6 hours or so in the 'Bitchmaker' or one of his other more brutal devices and the rest is filled at my Master's side. He's got my ass wide enough now that he can fit his fist and four fingers up there with lube of course but he's fisted me a couple of times now without any. He's still pissed that I somehow manage to close up at the end of every day without fail. I don't know how my tailhole does it and my poor tail. Like seriously my Master is proud of that one. He forced it into a stock to heal after he broke it a few more times and now it goes like:

Yeah that one hurts all the time but his customers love feeling it now that it's free of the brace. I'm always naked around them so when they come in, especially the repeat customers, they love checking out the 'improvements'. I've always got fresh cuts that layer my skin along with bruises and brands. Across my lower back is one my Master loves. It says "MY CUNT" over two lines seperated by my spine. Frankly I love it when he tells me to present it.

Then there are my balls which are so swollen now that I'm taking an injection of 24mLs in each of them which my Master is loving saying that it's about time to really work on them. My knot never goes down either now and the way my urethra gapes astounds me. For the last 4 weeks he's worked that hole wide open until he can now casually walk up and finger it. He's had clients doing it to if they wanted. Today however is something special and I'm unsure what he has planned.

He advertised around looking for a small cocked guy and right now he's fucking my urethra. It seems so surreal watching the lion cock desecrate a hole that was never meant to have a finger shoved in it let alone another guys cock. The lions name is Darren and when he came around his master and two other subs came with him. They're pretty nice. A little sadistic each of them and each is submissive too which has me smiling at their relationship but god this lion.

Each time he plunges that cock into my piss hole I have a moment of relief only for those barbs to scrap back out of me. Pulling and tearing at me, they fuck me until I'm screaming for more. They hurt just in the most right of ways and hes got this short thin cock that presses past my swollen knot. I think I'm in heaven, almost wishing my master could do this to me. But no he just watches on getting more excited than everyone else does as the lion degrades me. "Hmm, gonna fill those nuts of yours. Gonna cum until all you can feel inside them is my cum just like your master wants me to. Then I get my reward you little slut." When he does cum, it's weird because the way the barbs scrap at me triggers my own and it feels like my nuts swell with both our cum.

They don't. it's my bladder that takes the brunt of it as suddenly I feel like I really, really need to piss. "Hmm, such a good sub. I think your Master should meet with us more often. I'm gonna really enjoy getting to know you as those brands of yours are fucking hot. See this one?" He cools down pretty fast after our orgasm and points his own scar out. I have to say it's fucking incredible meeting someone as fucked up as I am.

We don't really have time to chat though as my Master pulls me out from under him and pins me to the bench. "Fuck that was hot to watch slut and I really liked seeing you used like that for the last time. Did it feel good having his barbs tug at you like that?" Master asks as he begins to finger fuck my urethra.

We've changed a little from before and he actually likes making me feel good now. He loves watching me suffer but that also makes me feel good. "Yeah Master. Felt great but it was so strange and painful too. I still wish it was you doing it but I loved feeling so degraded."

The four of them are still sitting around and it's like they're waiting for something. Only then do I see what my Master has set up. A hotplate and a hell of a lot of tools. A bit worried I look at him and ask, "Ahh, Master what's happening?"

"You're about to find out." He shoves me backwards against the bench and secures me with my back arched against it. Still standing my feet are strapped to the legs while my wrists are tied to the far corners which leaves my cock feeling very exposed. Full secured I try to work out the tools but nothing really jumps out at me.

Pulling the first instrument off the tray Master shows me the hollowed out rod and I know where that's going. Thicker than the cock I just took and like the lions barbs it's the spikes that really have me panicking. "Umm, is that gonna come out if you-?" I trail off as I leave my question open.

As open as my cock gets spread on the tip. "Not without a lot of blood." The spikes are all angled to slip inside me so I take the rod easy enough. It's painful as fuck but not scream worthy as it gets forced down my pisshole.

I actually expected it to hurt more when he gave it a tug sinking those hooks into the flesh of my cock. "Huh, that wasn't so bad." I'm starting to wonder why we have an audience if this is all he has planned.

"That wasn't even a tease of what's to come pup." He steps away moving towards the furnace so I expect him to come back with a hot branding iron. What I don't expect is a bubbling hot pot of molten steel. "Well I'd say open wide and say 'Ah' puppy but you're already wide open and you know how I love the sound of steel ringing in my ears."

Anything I could have expected or anticipated is better than this as I watch him place the tip of a funnel into my cock and pour. The burn goes way beyond pain and in a matter of microseconds I feel the blood in my cock boil as he fills my urethra with molten hot steel. A hose sprays water over the outside of my cock but that's like a raging bushfire gets sprinkled on with acid rain. Nothing makes this better as my mind refuses to acknowledge my screams or the pain.

Blisters well up on the surface of my cock even as the water continues to pour over it and when Master pulls the funnel away I think maybe we're finally done. My cock has to be dead after this. The water stops and I want to beg for it to be turned back on but Master's relentless as he draws a red hot blade from off the hotplate. "Gotta withdraw my prize and cook my meat."

Lifting my cock up he presses it into my abdomen and that burns from the heat emanating from my shaft. I don't know how but when I see that blade stab into the meat of my cock I scream anew. My cock should be dead. I should not be able to feel it as my Master cuts into it, but god I can. Unlike most other cuts he's given me, this one goes in deep. Right up to the steel rod that is roasting my cock alive. Like a butcher my Master slices down my shaft along the line of my urethra. Agonized over what's happening the only thought that makes sense to me is that this is my Master's will. I want this because he does. God that's fucked up and worse is how I feel my balls respond. They want to spurt but they can't. Nothing can get out with what's blocking them. I don't think anything will ever come out of my cock ever again.

Slicing up further I feel every shift of that knife as he splits open my boiling cock only for him to grip the steel rod that impales me. "Think your about cooked now. Better get this out." Just like that he's done and with a savage pull he withdraws that rod from my split shaft. I'm surprised by how little flesh tears away with it. For all the pain and ripping I feel the rod Bosskk pulls from my nethers looks perfectly... "Clean?"

Every person in the room wonders where that startled exclamation comes from. I know as I stopped screaming for only a second to make it before the water was turned back on. Still my Master's not done. I know him well enough by now to know that as he holds up the rod for me to see. "Isn't it beautiful mutt. The final act of your pathetic piss hole was to give me this. This is going on the wall for everyone to see just what I molded you into."

It is beautiful... I don't know how he did what he did but god it's... "Can I hold it Master? Please?" The pain hasn't stopped for a second and I still want to scream but just looking at that rod has me wide awake now and focused. My Master wanted this more than he wanted my cock to work and that means everything to me.

Pressing it into my paw my Master warns, "Dent it and you're a dead bitch." Turning away he slips a glove on before picking up the hot plate and as he turns the hot water off sears the underside of my cock with it. Still hot my cock sears instantly as the water steams around it and I'm left wondering what my piece of meat will look like when my Master's done with it.

"There we go, no more bleeding. Now let's remake that pisshole of yours." I haven't even finished howling from the hotplate searing my wound closed when my Master picks up the next tool. Lining it up under my cock he shoves that needle inside right where my urethra used to be. Blood pours out the end of the hollow needle until it doesn't any longer. I don't know how but he located the old tract of my urethra deep inside me and with that rod I feel my bladder get the relief I so desperately needed.

Hearing the draining of my piss on the floor I think we're about done for the day when my Master begins studying his work. The PA piercing is still in my cock and he uses that to tug me this way and that so he can see every angle. Every tug blasts me with searing heat as my burnt nerves squeal in agony only for my muzzle to echo them.

Clearly satisfied Bosskk starts uncuffing me as he degrades me, "Now you got a real faggy dog sausage cock boy. I sliced it up perfectly for you too just so you would always be able to feel that thick knot of yours as it lies there permanently swollen." Finished with the hands he lets me bend forward, "Come on take a look at your well done meat bitch."

For the life of me I don't know what to expect but it's not what I see. I expect boils and peeled flesh so seeing the perfectly blood red centre that I've always had I don't begin to understand. Tilting my head I actually whine at seeing my doggy cock looking twice as thick now with a weird conical shape to it. The edges are discolored a little but it's all a deep blood red as it sticks out pulsing with life and that PA piercing hanging in front of it.

It's only when my Master folds my cock up against my abdomen that I piece it all together. "Ohh god... Wha-? Master?" I stammer as I look down at what is literally half a cock now.

"I know slut." What does he know? I don't know. "It's fucking gorgeous and now you're perfectly half a man." Ohh gods. I thought he was just cutting down the centre to get the rod out but what he did was so much worse that that. When he put it on the hotplate 'to stop the bleeding' I thought that's all it was but he seared it flat. The underside of my cock is fucking flat.

And even worse the top side still has a sizeable swollen knot which pulses. Which pulses harder as I look at it and then when my Master says, "That's it boy suffer for me." Three fingers press into my tailhole as I see not only my halfcock pulse but my Master's too. "Show all of them just how much you like suffering for me slut and cum. Cum like you never have before pup."

That's it for me. Groaning I fall back against the bench as my balls pulse and with a sigh of relief my urethra dribbles out cum from under my cock to drip to the floor from my balls. Shivering I feel that salt only add to my pain as I cry out for my Master as he withdraws his fingers from my tailhole to pull himself off. Two pumps later and he coats my cock in his much more potent cum as I fill the room with tortured screams. The screams have every person in the room smiling as I lean up and lick my Master through it all. After all this is for him. My suffering is all for him.

It's a month or so later when my Master gets both of his fists up my ass at once that he moves on. Laughing while he straps me to a bench he uses a rope to tie my balls down so that they reach my knees. They're so swollen now that I'm taking 40mLs of the substance he's injecting them with. Each the size of apples I'm stuck wondering what the plan is when I see him bring out a shelf of tools once more.

He puts a guiding ring around the top of my sack so that it just touches my sheath and then a second one just below it leaving almost a centimetre between them. Then that pot of molten steel comes out. He knows me well enough to have me screaming now before he even drips that first drop between my nuts. When he does get around to dripping that molten steel down that first scream pales in comparison. Searing heat leaves me breathless as fills up that ring and then takes it off once it cools.

"Hmm, now that looks hot on you slave. Bout time I put another tight ring on you after all your ass no longer closes each day." It doesn't either and if this is his way of making up for it I'll wear that ring proudly. The next day however I find out that that's only the beginning as he straps me back up and adds another centimetre to the ring.

A full week later and the weight of all that steel has my balls knocking against my knees when I walk as the new ring hangs on my swollen testicles. Another week later and I've got maybe 4cms of testicle showing below that I have to ask of my Master. "Umm, Master do you plan on ever taking this off?" His only reaction is to smile as he puts me back in the Bitch Maker. Only this time it feels like my nuts get tazed instead of sucked on.

4 days later and the only access my balls have is a 1mm thin hole for 'breathing' at the base. It's kind of disturbing exactly how alike to my balls they actually look. In a dark room so they don't shine you would swear upon seeing them that they were real. They are real just very very entombed right now.

A month of having those balls on I'm not just used to their weight I welcome it so when Master comes in humming with a tray full of tools I have no doubt I'm about to lose that comfort. Hanging upside down Bossk just laughs when he shoves both paws up my ass and forces me to have an anal orgasm. My ring can't even spasm anymore he's broken it that badly so he doesn't realize that I've had it until he sees the puddle.

"Fucking naughty doggy cumming so easy now. Guess you'll be happy that I'm fixing that problem for you won't you?"

"FIXING? No, no no no. Please god no Master. Don't take my balls. I'll do anything just please don't take them." I beg and plead only partly for his benefit. I really really don't want to lose my balls.

"Too bad pup. I want to hear you scream and you are becoming far too good a pain slut for my likings. So I'm gonna change that starting with 40mLs of hydrochloric acid." Pulling a needle from that tray I suddenly know what that 'Breathing' holes for. Used to having my balls needled that doesn't stun me and the pressure of the liquid getting pumped in me hardly does a thing. All that it leaves me with is a slight tingling sensation.

Frowning I start to think that maybe this is a dud for my Master. Though my balls do feel quite itchy. Really itchy. Struggling to get some movement to them I groan at how they're encased in steel finding it extremely inconvenient as the itching gets worse before becoming painful.

Bosskk comes around in front where he lines his cock up and impales my throat on it only to start sucking at my halfcock. The painful itching gets worse and worse and before long I'm screaming about my Master's cock as my balls burn from the inside out. My orgasm is excruciating. Feels like my balls actually crunch from the pressure of the fire in them and when my Master shows me the fluid I know I'll never feel the same again. Grey, red and yellow mix in a hideous display of my last orgasm and when Master keeps sucking and I feel myself blow again I'm left feeling sick.

"Aww, who's my good little neutered bitch? You are ain't ya cunt?" Undoing my shackles I drop only for him to fill me with virile cum again and again as my balls permanently die inside their cage. Each day I'm forced to ejaculate more of my dying testicles until almost a week after it starts my metal sack drops off. Kind of relieved actually to be rid of it I have to sit on a new plug my Master's got me as he puts it on display for all to see.

"Let's move on to the next thing bitch."

Shoving my cock into a vice Bosskk actually sews up what he did to it before. Looking like I have a cock again I wonder just what Master's plan is before stopping as I realize I don't want to know. Blindfolding me Master has me suffer through having a candle burn down the insides of my cock as I scream myself hoarse.

By the seventh day of this I'm growing bored when that blindfold gets put on me so when he ignites the candle I just sigh as I prepare to get burnt again. Feeling the heat start I scream and then, BANGGG!!

So it turns out a firework exploding inside your dick is an emergency room job. In a private room my Master fucks me while I'm still recovering and then shows me the penile bone he saved and my PA ring.

Right in front of me he pierces his own cock and puts it in. Now that, that's enough to have me mentally orgasming as I lie in bed crying with no cock or balls any longer. Then he does something so vulgar as he starts sounding his great rhino cock with my penile bone. He gets sent home at the noise we make as he fucks me so hard and then wanks off in my broken tailhole.

Missing home we fuck for days before he takes my tail the same way as my nuts. Encasing it in pure steel he hangs that in his display case too. Knowing now that there isn't much left he can do to me I embrace my fate with my Master as I crawl to him. Last week he took my paws and bound them and now he's finally prepared for his 'finale'. I've been able to take his arm to the shoulder so when he brings in the metal dong he built known as the 'Impaler' I know todays the end.

Tied up and ready to end it all my Master brings around an object we've played with a couple of times. The pear of anguish. He told me he made this the first week knowing that this would destroy me completely. He has me bound so completely that I can't wiggle a single limb as he pushes that pear between my teeth and turns the knob just to the point that I can't go wider.

My Master's grinning as he looks down at me so helpless before him. Yet when I expect to see the love enter his eyes they turn to cold hard hatred. "I've waited so long for this Tray. To make you a worthless fucktoy and then right at the end I get to destroy you." What?

Turning around he bends over and spreads his cheeks for me to see what I've now only seen for the second time in my life. "You remember this don't you Tray? How I bared my very soul to you and you betrayed it. For months now you've thought I loved you but all this was for me now is revenge. This moment. This very moment where you die as nothing more than a worthless pathetic worm." No, he can't mean that. I-I didn't mean it I want to scream to him. But I can't. I can't do anything and that's just the way he wants it.

"Fucking pathetic but now you won't even scream that last scream like you've dreamt of doing. I'm taking that away from you Tray so you know just how unloved and worthless you are. Then once your dead I'm gonna go find a new boy that'll fucking suit me. One day he'll get this final honour but you don't deserve it."

Stepping right up to me as cruel as he could ever be he pushes that pear deep into my throat until it rests against my voicebox. Then with a twist I feel the crunch of my neck as Bosskk tells me to, "Have a nice afterlife worm."

If only I could scream. Maybe that would've made him love me at the end as my neck shatters into a thousand fragments along with what remains of my heart. Anguish all that is left.

Waking up, I frown at finding myself contained in the 'Bitch Maker'. Though when I think about it, if I'm in heaven this would definitely count as being my heaven only there is no Master to open it anymore. Light cracks where it always does and crying I can't look to it for the first time as nothing is there. Nothing, no one as I'm now all alone and unloved.

I know that now. Just as I'll always be.

"Hey there Love. Who's ready for round two?"

That voice. Double taking I look up to see the grey skinned face and horn of my Master bending over me. "What but how? Why?"

Smirking he bends down and kisses me like never before and plays with my furred tail before shoving a lubed finger up my ass. That finger feels like it rips me apart as I moan into the kiss he gives me. "Hmm, told you I'd keep you around forever love. I also told you I'd destroy you. That pain in your eyes when you couldn't scream as you died was incredible and as a demon with my power I'll see that again and again."

Rough and grinding, his finger lubes me up spreading my fur away from my tailhole as he does. Wait fur? I have fur? "How long have I been out Master?" That's all I care about as he's calling me love I just want to know what's going on.

"Not long but this time I think I'll keep the fur on you." He says as he turns me over and inspects my tailhole. "Don't worry I'll explain bitch but first it's time to break your tailhole to match mine." And just like that he makes me his all over again as I get torn in two by his rhino cock. "Your mine Slave. It is beyond death now to take us apart, as per your contract."

I don't think I could be happier than hearing those words.