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It was a long day of walking with The Tiger. It was always tiring walks that never seemed to end with him. When Aero joined the seasoned adventurer’s side to learn how to become an adventurer, he was a slender, black and white furred border collie that was towering at 6 feet tall, yet the tiger he worked under dwarfed him, making his height look insignificant.

Tiger, whom he worked under, was a famous, well-known adventurer who made quite a name for himself. He had gray stripes on his darker-toned fur, and his height was over 7 feet. What made the tiger different than his kin, however, was his modified claws and the fur on his back. On his back, a stripe-shaped tattoo made by steel extends over his shoulder, accompanied by his steel claws. Aero even heard rumors that the famous adventurer was made of steel skeleton, but the young border collie was too shy to ask, fearing that it might be offensive, and angering the tiger was one of the things that he wasn’t going to repeat. The last time he made that mistake, it caused him to carry his traveling bag for miles that he didn’t even bother to count, and he wasn’t able to move for the next two days.

Aero was of a noble family; his family, of course, hadn’t accepted his dream to become an adventurer at first, but if Aero was one thing, it was to be persistent, and he eventually managed to convince his parents. Even though they were now convinced, their controlling nature led them to pay one of the better-known adventurers that their money could afford, which in this case, it was Steel.

Aero was oblivious to this fact and was thinking that the tiger chose him to be his student because he was a promising pupil, so day and night, he tried his best to be worthy of Steel’s choosing. He carried his tools, he prepared his meal, he lit his campfire, prepared his tent, and tended his tools and clothes when necessary.

It was another day like usual. Aero woke up before the tiger, stoked the fire that had been dying over the cold night, pulled out some of their rations, and put together a somewhat nutritious breakfast for their teacher before waking him up.

With the smell of freshly cooked eggs, Tiger let out a groan as he stretched before getting up. He didn’t bother to dress up and just slowly put on a light cloth on himself as the fire already started to warm up the surrounding place. His eyes searched for Aero only to find him tidying up his tent.

“Good morning, pup.” The tiger spoke with that morning voice, rough and raspy. His fur was disheveled from his deep sleep.

“Oh! Good morning, sire.” Aero spoke with enthusiasm in response to getting acknowledged by his teacher.

Steel almost had trouble suppressing his sinister grin as he thought the border collie was ready. While it was an opportunity to learn from an adventurer as famous as Steel, for Aero, the situation was so much different for the tiger.

Steel might have been a solo adventurer to many who know him, but he was still under the orders of The Crimson Forge, a secret organization founded by powerful people of The Empire to create the perfect soldier. Although Steel had somewhat of a freedom over. His actions, the price for his freedom, were to obey the orders that came from The Forge when he received them.

When Lord Braus, Aero’s father, came to hire Steel to take care of his son, Steel was inclined to deny it at first. That was until he received orders from The Forge; he was to bring them a recruit for their entertainment branch. Steel knew what the branch meant, and upon receiving the orders, he presented a single condition to the lord. That condition being that he could be rough on the young pup if needed, and limit his communication with his hometown to strengthen his concept of independence.

Even though the lord was worried, when he weighed his options for his son’s safety, he agreed to it. With the Lord’s agreement, Steel started preparing Aero, with the true intentions unknown to anyone but him.

On the pup’s first day out in the wild, Steel threw Aero’s new “equipment” to him and demanded that he not ask any questions and just follow his order. Despite being surprised by the equipment he received from his new teacher, fearing that if he didn’t follow that, he might be expelled from his service, Aero listened and followed every order that was given to him. Starting with putting the chastity cage on.

Aero struggled at first, not being used to his manhood being constricted in such a humiliating way. But when he asked why he was even doing such a thing, after getting a good scolding for questioning his teacher’s orders, he was told that it was to distract his thoughts from trivial matters such as sex and to focus his mental aptitude.

Even though it didn’t make sense to Aero at first, the border collie, being excited to become a good adventurer like him, thought that it was better to just follow his teacher’s orders. The weird thing was that his teacher wasn’t doing the same thing as he was. Must have been a temporary thing, he thought, and kept following the orders given to him, with each week moving onto a smaller cage.

The first couple of days were especially difficult, but as time passed, with the pup getting used to the feeling and being too busy to think about his locked-away cock, things got slowly easier.

He threw himself into work, doing anything the tiger asked. At first, orders were simple. Things such as fetch me this item, drop this item at this place, etc. Then, as time passed, orders got a little different. First, he got asked to rub his shoulder because he was tired from carrying the bags; he didn’t mind that. Later, when he was asked to massage his whole body, Aero was surprised but obeyed nonetheless.

Over time, Aero noticed that Tiger stopped taking his daily showers. The smell was noticeable, but he didn’t want to be mean by voicing his discomfort. During one of their conversations, the topic of smell opened. It was an awkward conversation, but Aero got convinced by his teacher that sweat is an indicator of a real man’s hard work, and smelling because of that was something to be respected. Despite saying that, he insisted that the pup should shower. Maybe his teacher thinks that he is not to be respected yet; therefore, he should try harder to be worthy.

Aero, with the intense desire to convince his teacher that he is worthy of respect, worked even harder than before. When he was asked to rub, he did it harder, making sure that he was relieving every muscle of his teacher. When the tiger asked to rub his feet, he did so without any complaints; the smell didn’t even bother him anymore, knowing that the smell was the smell of a true hardworking man.

After a couple of weeks, Aero made proving his worth an obsession almost. Doing everything the tiger asked in an instant. Even when he told him that he shouldn’t bother to dress so much, that men are comfortable being naked around each other. Even when he claimed that a man like him has the right to swing his cock around and stay naked near the campfire as he wishes. Even when he asked Aero to dress and undress him every day and night, even his underwear. It all felt normal to Aero as time passed, and he didn’t care or question what the tiger ordered him to do.

He felt embarrassed at first when he started leaking from his tiny cage. Steel called it a cocklet, a clit, a nub… Even though those words felt shameful to hear at first, he got used to them with time, too. Just when he got used to it all, his teacher found another way to make him feel hot and red around his muzzle when he ordered him that he could sniff his pits and crotch if he wanted to, that he should have realized by now that he would never be able to smell like him. Aero was both embarrassed and angry; he swore to prove him wrong. Yet, he stole some sniffs here and there when it was time to fold and tidy up his clothes.

This pursuit of achieving the respect of his teacher went on for a while. At some point, doubt took root in his mind, and Aero started to wonder if he could ever be respected. With each day that passed, the root grew more, sprouted, and took hold

of his mind, now being sure that he was never going to be enough for his teacher, that his parents were right, he was a broken pup, and he was ready to give up.

Today, he was going to talk with his teacher about how he was going to give up, but he decided that, after all this time, he should at least make breakfast for himself for the day. Throughout the whole preparation, he was thinking about what words to use to explain himself. Yet, all his worries and train of thought disappeared when his teacher woke up and spoke.

“Good morning, pup.”

“Good morning, sire!” he replied, his tail wagging.

Being called a pup felt so good to him. It erased all his worries and ill thoughts, leaving only a happy face and a wagging tail. His teacher was naked again; his manhood was hanging down from his smelly crotch with all its might. “I will never have such a tool,” he thought to himself as he caught himself eyeing his teacher a little bit more than he should. He shook his head and regathered his thoughts; he didn’t notice the smirk on the tiger’s face when he did so.

He remembered what he was going to talk about with him and approached, wanting to speak his mind. He opened his mouth to speak, but before him, his teacher did.

“I think you are ready for your final test, pup.”

Fireworks. Pretty colors and everything imaginable that one can describe as happiness run amok in his mind. What was he thinking before?! He was working hard to be worthy of his teacher’s approval, and that day had come. He was finally going to be ready.

“Thank you, Steel—” he cut off his own excited yapping, remembering how the tiger wanted to address him. “I mean, thank you, sire! I won’t disappoint you!” All the positive feelings made the blood rush to the pup’s groin, unaware of its reason. The last day he had a release of any sort was so far away that Aero didn’t even remember how many days it had been. It must be months, perhaps more than a year; it was hard to tell. The dribbles of his shame dropping to his paws made his face turn red under his fur.

“Pack up, we are going to a different location.” The tiger ordered.

With haste, Aero packed everything, and after telling his teacher that he was ready, they both set out on the road to a location that was a mystery to the excited and wagging Aero. With each step, he huffed and puffed from exhaustion, and with each

huff and puff, he inhaled more of his teacher’s musk, and inevitably, with each whiff of that tantalizing scent, he dribbled more.

In the silence of the walk, Aero couldn’t place the reason for his arousal and his leakage problem. Maybe he should have asked his teacher at some point. The road kept going on, and Aero was lost in his thoughts until he bumped into his teacher, who had stopped.

“We’re here; set up camp.” The wide tiger spoke.

They came to some sort of a cave entrance, hidden from plain sight of the road, and with chillier weather inside. Aero nodded quickly and got to work. Setting his bag down, setting up the tents, and lighting the fire. After making sure he had done everything that he needed to, with a sigh, he sat down on a rock. Aero’s eyes landed on Steel, patiently waiting to see what the test might be. He was ready to do anything for it.

“Get the fire going! My paws are freezing here.” Tiger roared, and with a yelp, Aero leaned forward to stoke up the fire. When he kneeled, a familiar, earthy, and salty scent hit his nose, turning his face towards the direction of its source. Aero realized that his teacher’s feet were merely an inch away from his sensitive muzzle.

“Umm, sire?” Aero stammered. “They smell a bit… strong. Can’t really focus on anything.” He spoke to the tiger.

“Oh shut it already, faggot! You think I haven’t noticed you looking at my cock and pits with hunger in your eyes? You think I haven’t noticed you sniffing my underwear and sweat-soaked shirts before you fold them? Do you really think that I haven’t noticed that you were leaking from that dicklet of yours like a whore that’s hungry for cock?”

Aero gasped from the sudden insult and humiliation that he received from his sir. He couldn’t voice any of his thoughts in that moment, but his body acted before his muzzle moved.

Blood rushed to where his dick once stood, now restrained by a steel cage. Feeling his small cock pushing against the humiliating boundaries set by his sir, Steel. Drops of pre, leaking profusely against the brutal humiliation.

“I...” Aero tried to speak, his eyes staring at the curling toes of his teacher master.

“Shut it and get to sniffing, fag. I don’t have the time for your shy nonsense. You know your place, so fucking get to it.”

Everything that the pup has gone through finally kicked in, all those subtle nicks and tugs that his sir made to his mind… It all fell into place with a single move; when Steel pressed his paw to Aero’s face, when the smell infiltrated his lungs, the last remaining bit of self disappeared.

His teacher— no, his master has been teaching him how things work slowly. Real men are laid-back, they are superior, and they are to be served. Aero wasn’t one. So, as someone lower than a real man, he has to stay beneath them. Beneath their warm, smelly, sweaty paws. Their cocks are in their mouths, and their will belongs to their superiors.

It all made sense now. Everything became clearer when he dragged his tongue across the soles of his master. When he made love with his thighs until his mouth reached the tiger’s cock. His new worldview became brighter than ever when he took his master’s girthy cock in his mouth, forcing his throat.

“Good faggot.” He heard from a gruff voice above him, causing his caged nub to jump in its place.

“Such a gooood faggot.” Said the same voice when shot after shot of cum rushed into his throat, painting his insides white with the tiger’s sticky seed.

“That’s right, give in,” the voice said finally when the faggot shot his own load, without any stimulation, onto the ground, leaving a puddle of cum, gasping for air but not receiving anything but the musk of his master.

“Lick it clean, and we’re done here,” his master ordered him, which the slave followed without question. Lapping his tongue on his own puddle of embarrassment on the ground, trying to swallow what he lost.

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The next weeks were nothing but a blur; the only things that were worth remembering were cocks, lots of them. Most of them, he got familiar with their taste when his tongue circled them. Some lucky ones gaped his cunt, leaving it in a state where he can’t even hold the cum that’s pumped inside, and that’s where the plug came in. As big as the pup’s own fist, a plug holds everything inside.

Sloshing around, the pup kept being tossed around, with a plug engraved with only one sentence. “Forge’s Whore”…