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Chapter Two of Early Retirement

Written by: Blackfire Editing assistance by: Guri *and * Teiran

Surprising Chris, the retired bull didn't force the boy to have sex with him that evening. Instead, he merely strapped on a tight, bulky collar onto his his new pet and forced him into a durable wire cage of sorts. It could almost be described as a kennel except for the fact that it, amazingly, had a working toilet in the corner.

After easily manhandling the pitbull into the cage, the kidnapper who had drugged him with a dosed glass of lemonade spoke and said, "I know what you're thinking. Yes, you could break the water vein that feeds into that toilet and create a large mess. But know that this is now your home. Should you vandalize it or make it inhospitable, you are the one who will have to live with the consequences. Break the toilet, I gave you a bucket. Break the bucket, I dig you a shit hole. Refuse to clean out the shit hole... well, you get the picture. There are infinite ways I could make your life... more difficult."

Stroking himself slowly on the other side of the thick steel wire, the Master rejoiced in the thrill of being an owner of a sentient puppy. Choosing not to interrupt the bull while he was speaking in case it aroused his anger above his lust, Chris held his tongue and let him continue.

"On the other hand, be respectful and well behaved and I may eventually gift you with additional privileges. A soft bed... the controller for the TV set up behind me... books and magazines. The quality of your life here is entirely in your hands. You could be happy and want for nothing. Or you could misbehave and find it barely tolerable. Or you could be act like a mongrel and be miserable. Do you understand?"

Seeing this as his first chance to actually try and talk his way out of this nightmare, the pitbull tried to respond in as reasonable a tone of voice as he could muster, given the circumstances.

"Err, no, not really. Not at all. I don't mean to come off as rude, but you can't actually be serious, right? Not, you know, truly. I have a job. I have bills to pay. I have family and friends. I have an apartment! You can't just force someone roleplay with you or tie them up. You have to know that, right?"

If Chris had been holding out hope for a mature conversation between two adults, he hopes were soon dashed as the well-built bull's response was to jerk his impressive meat a bit faster and say, "All that is behind you now. Consider yourself officially retired from that world. You have a new job now: Making me and my cock happy. It'll take all your time, effort, and attention, but trust me... I'll make sure you get it right."

Quickly becoming exacerbated with the unreasonable tyrant, the dog practically shouted, "No! That's unacceptable! It's not -- it's not fair! Listen, you're already in a world of trouble here. I'll be reported missing and the police will come looking for me. When they find me, they'll arrest you and..."

The kidnapped slave stopped in mid sentence when he noticed that the bull's eyes were now closed in pleasure, and that he was breathing hard as he approach climax, his strong hand nearly a blur as it worked back and forth over his dick.

"No no, don't stop. Keep begging puppy. This is great stuff. What's next, bitch? Tell me more about what they'll do to me, when they find and arrest me. Keep going."

Just then it fully dawned on Chris why the man was so confident. For what had most likely been years the man had lived entirely off the grid. He owned the forest surrounding this house, which itself lay in the middle of nowhere. The last cell tower to provide even a single clue to the canine's location was all the way back near the highway. He was completely alone, and no one knew where he was. Chris realized that no one would ever think to look for him here. His blood ran cold. No one was coming. No one.

Changing tactics, the pitbull pleaded, "Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot. I get that you're probably a bit lonely, living all the way out here by yourself. I get that, I really do. But I can't stay. I just can't. Surely we can come to some sort of arrangement? Come on... let me out of here. We'll go upstairs... mess around on your bed for a bit. Have some fun, yeah? Then we can just call it even and--"

"OOhhh YEEAAAAHH! FUCK YEAH!", the bull yelled, long strings of cum shooting out of his plump cockhead and all over the tiled floor. "YES YES YES! Come on, bitch! That's right, beg your Master some more! Go on, tell me what you'll do for me -- how you're gonna treat me right!"

The stunned canine could only watch, mouth agape in silence, as the hulk of a masculine specimen dirtied the floor with his cum. If he was being honest, part of him was intensely turned on by the sight. The man's bodybuilder physique combined with his magnificent shaft and pornstar like output made this one of the most erotic scenes Chris had witnessed in his twenty fives years. And that was including the many hours of porn he'd watched in his one bedroom apartment. The bull was, quite simply, a sexual dynamo. And completely insane, the dog decided.

Seemingly endless streams finally tapering off to a slow drip, the Master panted and grinned as he used long, tight strokes to work the remainder of the cream out of his length.

"That was good stuff, pup. With a couple months of training you'll know exactly what to say and how to beg to really rev my engine. Now, lick the cum from the tip of my rod and get to bed. We got a long day of training tomorrow and you'll need your rest."

Dumbfounded, Chris didn't react as the bull stepped up to his kennel and pressed his still erect cock through one of the countless small gaps created by the wire mesh.

Standing there waiting, the bull huffed a few more times for air before grunting, "Listen very carefully, bitch. I work on the carrot and stick system. Clean my prick nice and proper and you'll earn yourself the same breakfast I'm cooking for myself tomorrow, which is obviously well above your station. Turn your nose up at your Master's cock, however, and not only are you eating dry dog food, but I'll spend a good chunk of tomorrow teaching you not to be afraid of your Master's fluids. So, do you want eggs and bacon tomorrow, or do you want to spend the day guzzling my piss? Can't really say that's a particularly big kink of mine, but if you need me to prove to you that in no way are you too good for what comes out of my shaft... well, that's exactly what I'm going to do."

Almost on autopilot, the badgered pitbull sunk to his knees and scooted forward, staring up at the man while still begging silently with his eyes.

Jizz slathered schlong mere centimeters from his pet's lips, the Master ordered, "Go on, puppy. No teeth now or I'll take them out one by one with pliers. Treat your man right..."

And so, pride broken, Chris worked his wet tongue over the bull's heavy shaft as he tried to ignore the taste of the cum that belonged to the brute who had drugged and kidnapped him. In no hurry to end this display of subservience on the part of his pet, the man encouraged his pitbull to keep licking and sucking well after his shaft was thoroughly clean and spit polished, until he finally put a stop to it.

"Now, thank me."

Eyes heavily lidded and half closed in defeat, the young man gave in with, "... Thank you, sir." Still not yet willing to refer to the bull as Master.

The bull pulled his length back from inside the cage and said, "No, like a dog. Bark."

Chris gritted his teeth in silent refusal, saying nothing.

"You gonna to give me a bark or shall I give you your first paddling, right here and now? I'll enjoy it either way. Believe that."

Fists clenched in frustration and self loathing, the non-feral canine performed a half-hearted semi-feral bark.

"Good enough, but you'll do better in the future. Okay, I'm off to bed. Sleep well and dream of me."

With that, the bull turned around and walked to the door in the corner of the room. Just before he disappeared through it, Chris couldn't help but call out, "Wait!"

The man stopped, but didn't turn around.

"Yes?"

The boy had no idea what he wanted to say. Or rather, he knew lots of things he wanted to say. But the brawny bull had already proven he wasn't interested in what the dog had to say. Or, at least, not interested in any way that was actually helpful to the pitbull.

So Chris settled on asking a simple question.

"What's your name? ...Sir."

Chuckling lightly as he pondered a response, the man eventually answered, "Master. You can call me Master. But, if you insist on me having a name... Alpha. Master Alpha. And your new name is omega. I'll make a dog tag for you with that on it in the next day or so. For now: Sleep."

Turning off the light, the bull who called himself Alpha closed the door, leaving Chris alone.

After a few minutes the pitbull's eyes adjusted to the dim light and he took a few moments to look around the basement room. White painted brick walls. Tile floor with a single drain a few feet in front of the cage. A TV in the far corner of the room that he couldn't reach. A semi-clean looking seatless toilet inside the kennel. Other than that, the room was basically empty and fairly dreary.

Crawling on his hands and knees onto the thin blanket that had been set out for him, the canine laid down. Sighing in the darkness, the boy tried his best not to pout or cry... and did his best to ignore the half-mast erection that was easing its way out of his sheathe.

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Gasping out of panicked shocked, Chris awoke instantly and threw himself off the ground and held his arms out in front of his in a desperate attempt to fend off the bitterly cold waves of water that were spraying against his body.

"Wakey wakey, mutt." Master Alpha said playfully, as he held up the hose nozzle that he pointed in the slave's direction, his thumb covering the better part of the hole to increase the pressure of the spray.

Coughing and pleading, the pitbull had no choice but to be drenched in the ceaseless blast of water, which ran off his short white and brown fur in rivulets before hitting the tile and running down the large drain in the center of the room near the bull's feet.

"Enjoying this, pup? This is how untrained bitches are showered. Work hard and one day you may earn the right to use the upstairs shower. Oh, and don't worry about your collar. It's waterproof."

That particular concern was last on Chris' mind, as he was still dealing with the drenching wet coldness that felt like it was leeching heat from his bones, causing his muscles to shudder and his teeth to chatter.

"Now, say 'Good morning, Master Alpha' and we can get on with our day. No rush though, take your time."

Stubbornly, the pitbull endured another five minutes of the horrid spray before it occurred to him that the retired bull really and truly had nothing better to do with his time, and could keep this up all day.

Seething in resentment, the boy shouted, "Good morning, Master Alpha!" as he held his arms crossed in front of his muzzle, so the spray couldn't go up his nose or down his throat.

Soon after, the water pressure of the hose plummeted before falling away completely. The man replied, "Good morning, omega," as he wound up the hose and set it around the corner, outside the door.

Dripping wet, Chris glared at Alpha as he walked up and opened the kennel cage door.

Towel draped over his arm, he said, "Come out and I'll towel dry you."

Omega, as he was now called, couldn't resist telling him, "I can dry myself."

"You could, yes, in the sense that you are capable of it. I will, in the sense that this is what will actually occur. Unless you plan to take this towel from me, little pup?"

Once again, the man had deftly routed his resistance, and so all the dog could do was somberly walk out of the kennel, wet fur and all.

For the next few minutes he was vigorously toweled dry by the forceful motions of the bull. His powerful arms nearly causing mild bruising on the part of the much more delicate canine. The only time he was somewhat more careful was when he rubbing down the boy's sheath and balls.

Once he was done and Chris was now merely damp instead of soaked, Master Alpha started rudely fondling his privates and said, "Get hard."

Without thinking or a moments hesitation, the pitbull reflexively asked, "Why?"

Still using one hand to play with the boy's tackle the strict man used his other to lazily slap the boy's face. Gently by his standards, but still hard enough to make the boy see stars across his vision.

"No more back talk. I'll let you know when I feel like getting off to your mewling. Otherwise, do as you're told."

Chris had no additional protests to offer as the man's ministrations eventually caused him to fully erect into the Master Alpha's insistent grasp. Finally, after the dog's knot had fully formed, the bull took something out of his pocket and fastened it behind the nerve-covered ball of flesh that resided as the base of the pitbull's pole.

"This is a cock ring. It will serve as your second collar. I want you hard at all times today and this will help you with that. But, should you feel yourself going soft, I want you to play with yourself until you're fully hard. Got it?"

Naturally Chris wanted to argue and back talk, but the man had anticipated this and held both of his balls within his firm grip.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

A squeeze to his testes compelled the boy to comply.

Keeping his tone as close to neutral as he could, Chris managed, "Yes, Master Alpha."

"Better. Keep that up and things will go easier for you. Now, what was I saying. Oh, yes. Keep yourself hard. I think your young puppy cock is pretty cute, and I want to enjoy seeing it today while you train."

Not willing to let this latest assault on his pride pass entirely unchallenged, Chris said, "But what if I do go soft? It's unfair to punish me for something like this. It's just... not right!"

Yanking the boys nuts with his arm until they were standing chest to chest, Alpha looked down at the shooter male and responded, "You let me worry about what's unfair and what's right. You worry about keeping your red chew toy nice and firm for me. And as for punishment... well, I wasn't planning on punishing you if you slipped up. Innocent mistakes do happen. But now I am. If I see you go soft, or if that cock ring slips off, I'm locking you up in a chastity device until your need to cum improves your attitude. Which might take days, if not weeks. A young pup like you... I bet you're use to jerking off at least once a day... probably twice or three times, yeah? Well, you lose your erection and your unit is going to take a nice long vacation. The duration of which it'll stay well out of your reach. Don't worry though, I won't let your hands get out of practice. I know a cock that's plenty big enough to keep the two of us busy."

Once again applying pressure to the boy's bollocks, the bull pointedly asked, "Now, does that sound fair to you?," emphasising the word 'fair' by viciously squeezing Chris' sack.

Suddenly worried that the man might underestimate his own strength and pop a testical or two, the canine yelped, "Yes, Master Alpha!"

"Good. ...You're going soft already, bitch. Keep that dick respectful. I want it saluting me all day, so give it a few jacks."

Mortified while simultaneously aroused, the twenty five year old took his own cock in hand and began stroking as the way-too-close bull watched intently.

More quietly, the man asked, "... Would another kiss help, puppy?"

Unsure what the correct answer was, Chris tried to navigate the treacherous social waters by inquiring, "Do I have a choice?"

"Yes," the man said, simply.

Thinking on it, the office employee decided it would be best to stay on the dominant bull's good side until he made his escape, and so replied, "In that case... yes, Master Alpha."

Still holding the young man's jewels in one hand, the Master used his other to cup the boy's face, before pulling him into their second kiss. Though less animalistically passionate than the first one they shared, the bull put no less feeling into this kiss. It was still extremely erotically charged and very possessive.

Chris found himself firming back up in a hurry, especially when the bull began gently kneading his eggs, instead of crushing them.

Humiliatingly, the slave had to force himself to stop jacking. Almost too late he realized that he was near the brink of shooting his wad... and if he came there would be almost no way to prevent his prick from fully retreating.

Ending the kiss, Master Alpha smiled and stated, "That was very nice, pup. But you got me hard, so it's time to provide me with some oral service. Nuh-uh, no more back talk, mutt. Right now your mouth should be working to get me off. If you're using it to try and talk your way out of it, you're being disobedient and will need a firm paddling. Which, I would think, might be very hard to maintain an erection through. Knees, bitch. Now."

Something about being naked, exposed, collared, and damp had sapped most of omega's will to resist. There was also a very small part of him that wouldn't mind seeing the bull's porn-star quality cock again, but the moment Chris heard this tiny voice in the back of his head he pushed it back and viciously denied it.

'This guy is a loon and a monster! There's no way in hell I'd think he was sexy or handsome!'

Helped to his knees by a pair of strong hands pushing his shoulders down towards the ground, the pitbull found himself face to crotch with the fully clothed Master.

Hungry to feel his recent acquisitions mouth, Alpha speed things along by unzipping himself and using his fingers to pull out his rock solid dick. Pushing his arousal forward until it bumped into his pet's lips, the man reminded the boy, "Remember what I said about those pliers, pup. I am completely serious about that."

Chris was conflicted about biting regardless, as he was fairly confident he could do permanent damage before the bull could stop him or extract his revenge. But he also knew full well that the consequences would be dire. Worse than anything he'd ever experienced before in his life. At the same time, the alternative wasn't so terrible. It was just a blowjob, after all. And while the man the cock was attached to might very well be some escaped mental patient, the pole itself was actually quite attractive. Pretty even, in a thoroughly masculine sort of way. It was the exact sort of rod that porn producers would love to cast in a gloryhole scene, or even to mass produce dildo replicas of.

Coming to his senses, omega realized he was only feeling and thinking this way because he was horned up and on edge. It didn't matter if the dick was gorgeous, or thick, or beautifully veined -- he shook his head to dispel these intrusive, corrupting thoughts.

Which the bull then interpreted as a sign of denial. Taking a boot and carefully stepping on the boy's erection, he applied pressure until Chris got the uncomfortable sensation that his meat was being crushed into the cold tile under the tremendous weight of the body builder.

Survival instincts kicking in, the cubicle dweller did what he had always done before when back into a corner: he gave in.

A pleased groan from the Master filling the air signalled the fact that the slave had finally given in and taken the man's musky flesh between his lips and into his mouth. From Chris' perspective, providing head to someone who could have been a fireman calendar stud dressed up in casual clothing, wasn't all bad. Especially when the bull continued to be extremely active in vocalizing his pleasure as the dog's wet muzzle moved up and down over his prick.

"Ohh, yeaaaaah, boy. You're so good at this... this is right where you need to be, isn't it? You can feel that, can't you? Just like I can. You need me in your mouth and down your throat. Feels right, doesn't it? Fuck, yes, yes yes! Do that again... perfect! Good boy! Keep that up and you're gonna earn a nice juicy treat for yourself. Now then, take another inch or so in... come on now. Don't be nervous, it's okay if it's a bit uncomfortable at first. You'll get use to it... just think of your muzzle as another home for my cock. My shaft is just coming home, yeah? Let it-- let it in! Yeah! Fuck yeah! Touch down, pup! Okay... catch your breath, recover a bit from the gagging, and let's do that again. Come on, bitch. Get that cock back down your throat."

What started as a fairly vanilla suckjob soon progressed into a full out assault on the pet's throat and soft palate. The worst part for Chris was that, despite the discomfort of gagging and the difficulty in catching his breath, the pitbull had no trouble staying hard -- the kinky man's dirty talk was pressing buttons he didn't even know he had.

This being the first ever blowjob from his brand new long term pet, Alpha made sure to draw things out as much as he could, determined to mine as much enjoyment as he could out of the boy's warm mouth. Taking his boot off omega's tackle, he planted his feet on either side Chris' hips to get the leverage he needed to really plow his dog's throat.

That it was a tight fit was a bit of an understatement, but between lust-fueled insistence and non-stop dirty talking encouragement, the bull was able to 'convince' the pitbull to tolerate over twenty minutes of throat punching mouth-to-cock action.

Near the twenty five minute mark, Alpha's self-control eventually started to crumble as his orgasm came upon him like a revelation. Not bothering to explain to his puppy what was about to happen or to warn him to prepare himself, the bull gave no indication to Chris that a deluge was almost upon him, opting instead to let the boy figure it out for himself.

Which the young man did, the moment his mouth flooded with sudden jets of hot seed. Seeing surprise in his dog's eyes, the bull couldn't resist gloating a bit, moaning out, "Yeah, get your treat, boy! Suck that tasty bull cream down. Much better than wasting this delicious snack on the floor, aye? Keep swallowing now, mutt... down the hatch."

Chris felt agonizingly conflicted about the whole affair as he struggled to cope with Alpha's copious load. One the one hand, this had probably been one of the hottest sexual encounters of his young life. On the other, he was very much ready to escape and get back to his life... which the bull who called himself his Master had made clear was not an option.

But from the bull's perspective, things couldn't have been simpler. Everything was proceeding swimmingly: his new puppy was getting settled in to his new life, the mutt appeared to have a malleable personality and an almost eager-to-please attitude, and his cock could finally stop settling for solo jerk off sessions in front of the TV. Life was great. The man knew that his untrained canine probably didn't comprehend his place in the world it found itself it, but that was the case with any dog, feral or not. Given enough time, patience, and constant effort he confident that the puppy would learn to let go of previous privileges that were no longer appropriate for a pet to have.

He understood that the mutt came from a world of cellphones, mp3 players, internet, social networking, fancy coffee, and business meetings. But looking down at omega's face, it made his dick squirt one last jet of nut juice into the boy's mouth to think of the pleasure he'd take in introducing the bitch to completely new concepts and values.

Obedience. Loyalty. Chastity. Hard work. Respect. Trust. Honesty. And, of course, that a thick bull cock up plowing his ass was its own reward.

In the meantime, Alpha decided that he'd continue with the carrot and the stick technique.

"Good boy. Very good boy. I can tell you enjoyed that as much as I did. No no-- don't pull off my shaft yet. I'm not done talking to you. Because you tried your best and worked hard to please me, you've earned a reward. I'll give you something to help you stay hard through the rest of the day, so you don't break the rules and earn a punishment for yourself. If you want a viagra and aphrodisiac cocktail with breakfast, lick the tip of my cock. If you want to wear a vibrating butplug for the day, lick the base of my cock. And no, choosing neither isn't an option. ...Or both, for that matter. Don't be greedy, bitch."

Both was the last thing Chris wanted, and, truthfully, he didn't really want either. He wanted to get in his car, drop off the cursed package, and get on with his shitty, boring life. But looking up at the man, he could see in the bull's eyes that he wasn't going to be allowed to get off his knees until he made a decision.

Suppressing a sigh, omega decided that the viagra option was the least offensive of the two, and so he gently lapped at the Master's dick tip until the man smiled back at him in pleasure.

"Yeah, bitch, work some more cream out of that cum slit. You're such a slut. But that's okay, I love you anyway. Hey, no. Look at me. I'm serious, okay? There's no need to be ashamed with me. I like that you like my meat. That makes me happy. It also makes you a slut, but don't worry, I won't go back on my word. I'll only lock away your shameful dicklet if you break my rule. No matter how much your naughty puppy-hood deserves to be disciplined and tamed."

Secretly, Alpha was hoping that the pitbull would slip up so he could really get to explore one of his personal longtime fetishes: chastity and orgasm denial. Not for himself, of course. He wasn't sure why anyone would voluntarily give up their right to achieve climax. But the idea of having complete control over the sexual core of his pet... the thought alone was nearly hot enough to make him order the dog to give him a second suckjob, right then and there.

But, personal preferences aside, the bull decided that he would be firm but fair with his pet. It was the only way he'd be able to earn and keep the bitch's respect. If the mutt failed, then he failed. And if he succeeded, he succeeded. Alpha wouldn't rig the game. That's not to say that it wouldn't be a difficult challenge for the dog to succeed at, but he'd have at least have a fair shot. Especially with the viagra drug mix and the cock ring. Plus, the thought of challenging the puppy and truly not knowing who would come out on top was dick-throbbingly erotic. And, should the boy fail, he didn't want the slut complaining that it wasn't possible or some other ridiculous accusation as he fitted omega with his chastity cage.

Besides, even if omega won this time, the bull knew that he'd have endless opportunities in the future to justify jailing the rambunctious mutt's slutty prick.

Pulling his dick out the pup's mouth, he gave the pitbull a couple slaps across the face with his wet meat for good measure before telling him, "Breakfast time. Hope you're not too full off my cream, puppy."

Still on his knees, Chris could only stare back at him with resentment and lust, rod leaking onto the tiled floor.