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The following is a work of fiction that includes age play, bondage, chastity, humiliation, domination, non-consensual sex, and lots of diapers full of urine and feces. Unless that lists sounds appealing to you, I suggest you stop reading now. Continue at your own risk.

*** 10 ***

"Pipe down and stop all that squirming. You're on thin ice already - don't forget that," said Fifi, not even looking up from her pot of vegetable stew as she scolded the unruly brat. Marcus had gotten himself sent to the corner of the kitchen again, only this time he was allowed to sit on a stool and watch Fifi cook. The only catch was the diaper full of itching powder and dung he was forced to wallow in. It was an unbearable combination and the hard wooden stool pressing it against his sensitive shaved skin made it even worse. Still, Fifi wouldn't tolerate a little fusspot.

She could see him scooting around on his bottom, trying to satisfy the hellacious itching of his rash-covered bottom, even after she warned him to stop twice. More annoying still was his constant whimpering over the last thirty minutes. He hadn't shut up or sat still since Fifi started dinner and she was fed up. She put the lid back on the pot and walked over to where Marcus was seated.

"I think you're ready to go a little deeper," said Fifi. She put her hand under Marcus' chin and lifted his head up to get a better view of the cocksucker training harness she strapped around his muzzle earlier. It was a leather harness that wrapped around the boy's muzzle and had straps that locked behind the head. It could hold almost any dildo and it had adjustable straps to keep it at whatever depth she deemed appropriate. Marcus has a red rubber dog dick filling his muzzle for the last thirty minutes, the wide knot resting just outside his teeth. Fifi had put it just deep enough to reach near the back of his tongue, but not enough to touch his throat. It was generous, to say the least.

The whole point of the training was to remove the gag reflex of whatever unfortunate slave was locked in the harness. She'd used it on countless sissies in the past. She'd give them a few hours a day with a nice training cock stuffed down their cum-catcher, then Marzipan would test their progress in the evening. It never took long, in just a few days the little sluts would be gobbling down Marz's strapon like a pro. Seeing as how Marcus would be practicing his deep-throating tonight, Fifi thought it was a good idea to give his inexperienced gullet some practice.

She tugged the straps on either side of the harness that held the dildo. Pulling until each side was two notches deeper in Marcus' muzzle, forcing the boy's mouth open wider as the thick knot at the base of the shaft slipped past his teeth. Desperate to defend himself, he tugged against the wrist cuffs that kept his arms bound behind his back, even though he knew he had no chance of breaking them. He could only gurgle and pout as he got used to having the whole canine cock crammed in his mouth.

The tip pressed against the back of his throat, making him feel like he was constantly on the verge of gagging. With a bit of concentration he was able to suppress the urge, though he couldn't help but gag each time he tried to whimper, whine, or doing anything with his throat besides breathing softly.

"That's better. Now stay quiet or I'll give you another two inches," said Fifi with a smirk as watched a string of drool run off his chin onto his already drenched bib. She patted him on the head condescendingly and chuckled at the sight of Marcus cradling the massive rubber cock in his snarling mouth. She couldn't help but tease him more, seeing the look of pure hatred in the runt's eyes.

Fifi pulled a pink bow out of her apron pocket and attached it to the fluff on top of the boy's head. "There," she said. "Now you'll look pretty for Marzipan when she's face-fucking you."

Marcus turned his head away coldly, angry at being teased. Of course, she couldn't allow that. So she grabbed him under the chin once more and turned his head so she could look right into his eyes.

"You better lose the attitude, mister," said Fifi sternly. She matched the fiery look in the brat's eyes to let him know she was serious. "Keep it up and you'll be eating your dinner out of that diaper you're sitting in."

Marcus' demeanor changed immediately. Now more worried than angry, his eyes went wide and his ears lowered. He knew Fifi didn't make idle threats and he didn't want to push her any further. He'd sit still and quietly suck his perverse pacifier as long as he didn't have to taste any of the filth he'd been stewing in since he made the mistake of asking to have his butt plug removed. Nevertheless, Fifi kept at it with her vile threats.

"Oh? Not hungry? That's too bad. I'll tie you down to that highchair over there and have Marzipan force your mouth open nice and wide," she said. "It wouldn't be the first time, believe me. I've done it to plenty of naughty boys in the past. It's a lesson they never forget."

Marcus lowered his head in submission the moment Fifi let go of his chin. He stopped squirming and sat silently, hoping that Fifi would go back to the stove and leave him to suffer in peace. Unfortunately, she wasn't finished shaming him yet.

"I hope you're enjoying that poopy diaper, because Marzipan sounded really pissed off when I called and told her you were crying to shit yourself," said Fifi, waggling her chubby finger in the boy's face. "She was planning to take the plug out after dinner so you could practice using the potty, but you just couldn't wait. I'd hate to be in your shoes when she comes home and gets a whiff of that diaper. She really doesn't like shitty-pants sissies."

Marcus was so aggravated he could barely contain himself. Of course he didn't want to sit in this itchy diaper, but he couldn't help it. All the fiber-infused oatmeal and baby formula she'd been feeding him made it impossible to hold his bowels for the whole day, and now she was punishing him for it. He could only assume it was part of her overall plan to make him miserable, but it was still so unfair that he could hardly hold back tears of frustration.

Meanwhile, Fifi was still hell-bent on seeing her little plaything choke on cock. She sneered and commanded him to speak. "You better start practicing the apology you'll give to Marzipan when she sees that loaded diaper hanging off your butt. I want you to say: I'm sorry I pooped my pants like a dumb baby."

Marcus sighed, knowing he would retch the moment he tried to form the first word, but he had little choice in the matter. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate. Still he only got out an indiscernible grunt before he stopped, choking as the tip of the training cock tickled the back of his throat. His body tensed up as he fought the urge to gag once more.

Fifi watched, shaking her head in mock disappointment. "Not good enough," she warned. "Marzipan will never accept a half-assed apology like that. Keep trying. You'll need all the practice you get. After all, I'm going to let Marzipan decide your dinner plans tonight."

With that, Fifi returned to her stew pot, leaving Marcus to suckle in peace. She didn't hear another peep out of him, despite the fact she told him to practice. However, she was enjoying the peace and quiet too much to bother scolding him. Eventually, she sat down at the table and got to work editing footage on her laptop while dinner simmered on the stove. She'd occasionally look up to check on Marcus, even though she doubted he'd be stupid enough to get caught acting up again.

Sure enough, Marcus stopped all his squirming and suffered the itchy rash on his bottom like a good boy. He suckled the rubber cock in his mouth silently and waited to find out what his fate would be. It certainly seemed like Marzipan hated his guts, so he dreaded what she'd do with him once she had free rein. However, after another hour of sitting on the hard stool, he was starting to look forward to her arrival. As long as it meant he could get off this stool and get a change, he was ready to suffer whatever she had in store for him. Though, he still felt a chill up his spine when he finally heard the front door open.

"Hey! Where's my welcoming party?" asked Marzipan from the other room. She wondered why her sissy-butt slave bitch wasn't waiting for her at the door. Though, it didn't take long to find him. She spotted the boy the moment she stuck her head in the kitchen.

Marcus expected to get a tongue-lashing right then and there. However, Marzipan seemed to ignore him, preferring to discuss dinner with Fifi instead.

"What's cooking?" asked Marzipan, glancing at the pot simmering on the stove.

"Vegetable stew," replied Fifi, closing her laptop before Marz caught of a glimpse of what she was working on. Fortunately the big Clydesdale was too busy nagging about dinner to ask about anything else.

"When's it going to be ready?" asked Marz.

"Soon," replied Fifi. "What does it matter?"

"I could die of starvation at any moment," answered Marzipan sarcastically.

"So you're not going to deal with him first, is that what you're saying?" asked Fifi, beginning to sound very irritated as she pointed over at Marcus who was watching from the corner.

"You know I can't do my best work on an empty stomach," replied Marz, still grinning like a smartass. Though, it only took one stern glare from Fifi to wipe the playful smile off of the muscular mare's face.

"Melody isn't even up from her nap yet, and you can't wait to eat," grumbled Fifi as she got up and spooned stew into a bowl.

Seeing that she'd gotten her way, Marzipan sat down into the nearest chair and waited to be served. Though, when her soup did arrive, it was much too hot, giving her ample time to ask about her niece's situation. "Melody is still asleep? Can I go see her?"

Fifi poured herself another glass of wine and took a seat herself before answering. "Yes, she's still napping. She had a very long day. I'll let you know when I hear her calling through the baby monitor, but we should let her rest until then."

"I guess," said Marzipan, blowing on her stew. "Does she seem alright?"

"She's better than alright," said Fifi, smirking as she took another sip of wine. "She had the time of her life today. That filly just loves being treated like a baby."

Marcus' ears perked up as he listened from his timeout stool. He was surprised to hear Fifi talking about her misdeeds so openly in front of Melody's aunt. Though, as the conversation continued, it became clear how good of a liar Fifi really was.

"It's just strange," said Marzipan. "She's been visiting us for years, and she never said anything to me."

"It's not really that strange," said Fifi without hesitation. "She just thought you would think less of her."

"So, you explained everything?" asked Marz, sounding concerned.

"Not everything," replied Fifi. "I didn't tell her about us, but I think I managed to put her mind at ease. I told her you weren't going to hate her if she wants to wear diapers, but she's still very shy."

Marzipan nodded. She felt terrible that her own niece was afraid of her. Still, she was glad that Fifi was the one to talk everything out with Melody. Marzipan didn't think she would have been able to handle an uncomfortable conversation like that with her own niece.

"I'm serious," said Fifi sternly. "I don't want to hear any teasing or jokes, otherwise you'll find yourself in diapers along side her, understand?"

Marz looked down nervously at her bowl of strew while and muttered, "Yes, Mommy." She blushed, hoping that Marcus couldn't hear her answer from all the way across the room.

"Good, because I'm sure she would be happy to have another playmate when she comes to visit," said Fifi in a very serious tone. She was satisfied that Marzipan wouldn't be getting in the way of her plans. It was clear from the embarrassment on the blushing mare's face that she would do anything to keep her secrets hidden from her niece.

"Okay, sure, fine," snapped Marzipan, not wanting Marcus to overhear anything she didn't want him to know. "I promise I won't tease Melody, and I'll deal with Marcus as soon as I'm done, okay?"

"See to it that you do," said Fifi. With that, she left the hungry mare to eat.

The kitchen was uncomfortably quiet while Marzipan slurped down her soup. Meaning poor Marcus didn't have anything to distract him from the unbearable itching coming from his diaper area. Worse yet, it was starting to spread to his crotch. All that scooting around hadn't soothed his bottom at all. It only ensured that the itching powder made it to the front of his diaper where it wreaked havoc on his shaved little scrotum. He dreaded how his diaper rash would feel after a few more hours like this. The slimy layer of shit coating his bald ass cheeks wasn't helping at all either. He was absolutely miserable, but he had no other choice than to suck on the rubber cock in his mouth and wait for Marzipan to finish eating.

He watched her jealously, wishing he could get some real food to eat. He wasn't a huge fan of vegetable stew, but it had to be better than the bland oatmeal he'd been forced to eat for the last couple of days. Though, with Marzipan choosing his dinner tonight, he'd be lucky get food at all, and if he did, it probably wouldn't be anything he wanted to eat. He didn't like any of the food his new mommies had fed him, and he wanted to go home. Unfortunately, Marzipan caught him eyeing her from across the room and decided to finally take an interest.

The huge woman lifted the large glass bowl to her lips and drank down the last of her stew like it was some kind of competition. Well-fed, she set the bowl down with a loud thud and then got to her hooves. "Just what I needed, you're such a good cook," she said, complimenting Fifi on her cooking before turning her gaze to Marcus. "Now I can focus all my attention on the little stinker."

Marcus felt like he was shrinking atop his stool as Marzipan strolled up and towered over him. She smirked as she looked him up and down. He drooled all over his "Daddy's Little Cocksucker" bib uncontrollably as he sucked on his training gag. It was obvious from the smell that he'd shit himself, fortunately most of the stench was contained inside layers of plastic and rubber underpants. With a laugh, she tousled the fluff on the top of his head and got to work interrogating him about his dirty diaper.

"Fifi tells me you didn't like the fun toy I stuck up your rump this morning," said Marzipan.

Marcus just looked up at her silently. Unable to speak, he just shook his head.

"But Marcus, how are you going to please your new daddy when you go home?" she asked. "Didn't Fifi tell you?"

Marcus had no idea what she was talking about, but he could tell from the look on her face that there was something she couldn't wait to tell him. He would have assumed it was just another trick if Fifi hadn't chimed in to corroborate.

"I haven't told him anything," said Fifi. "Nothing's certain yet - their first date is tonight. Don't go getting his hopes up."

"Well now the cat's out of the bag. I have to tell him something," said Marz. She turned to Marcus with a grin and gleefully shared the news she'd heard earlier today. "Fifi has been calling your mother every day to give her status updates. Coincidentally, your mother happened to mention that she hadn't been on a date in over ten years so Fifi set her up on a blind date tonight. Without you around stinking up the house, your mama might actually get some action. You think you'll still be the man of the house by the time we send you home?"

Marcus still didn't respond, but inside he was coming apart. He hated that Fifi was fucking with his life. Though, he was more concerned for his mom. Any guy Miss Fifi suggested had to be bad news, and he was in no position to warn her.

"I'm surprised you're so quiet," said Marz. "I thought you'd be excited to have a strong male presence around the house."

Again, Fifi interjected, sounding more annoyed this time as she glared at Marzipan. "Like I said, they haven't even been on a single date. Now stop gossiping and do your chores. I'm getting impatient."

"But, aren't you going to change his diaper first?" asked Marzipan, getting another whiff of the pup's behind.

"He's your problem now. You take care of it," said Fifi.

"Aw, come on. You're better at it," whined Marzipan. She hated dealing with shitty diapers, but the unamused expression on Fifi's face made it clear that the hound wasn't about to budge on the issue. Marzipan decided not to press the issue any further, grabbing Marcus by the arm and pulling him off the stool. Sure, she was pissed about it, but she knew she was better off taking her anger out on Marcus rather than Fifi.

"You two have fun now," said Fifi, shooting a wink to Marcus as he was led out of the kitchen by Marzipan.

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*** 11 ***

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** **"Think you're not going to get it up the ass tonight because you shat yourself? Think again. I'm going to have my way, dirty diaper or not," said Marzipan as she led the chubby wolf brat down the hall to shower room. "Just gotta hose you off first."

Marcus groaned as the mare tightened her already powerful grip on his arm and yanked him down the hall at an even faster pace. He could barely keep up, forced to waddle due to the full diaper drooping between his legs, but he had no intention of resisting. He wanted out of that diaper more than Marzipan could imagine, and a rinse in the shower was just icing on the cake.

He soon found himself standing in the shower room for the second time that day. That's what they called it at least. It was basically a big bathroom with all the amenities, toilet, sink, etc. Plus a row of open showers and a couple benches like you'd see in a locker room. The extra shower space was most likely a necessity with all the sick games that went on in this house of horror, and Marzipan was eager to get started on the next round.

She stripped down to her underwear without saying a single word. Her t-shirt and denim shorts were tossed into the corner of the room and forgotten. Moments later, her bra and panties were added to the pile, leaving her totally naked. Nevertheless, she casually got to work stripping Marcus of his various accessories.

The pent-up little virgin couldn't help but stare at the massive mare's impeccable body. She looked like solid muscle: big powerful thighs, washboard abs and, best of all, a pair of large, perky tits. He had gotten a good look at Melody's earlier, but Marzipan's breasts hung right in his face as she aggressively remove his mitts, ankle cuffs, and bib. Finally, the cock-sucker training harness was removed, and the red rubber doggy dick was plucked from his mouth.

"Now that's a decent sized cock," said Marzipan with a smirk as she held the saliva-coated dildo up for the boy to admire, "Too bad you were born with a measly little two-incher. Don't you agree?"

"Yes, ma'am," said Marcus, fidgeting nervously. He really wanted to scratch at his itchy diaper, but she'd never allow that. It felt strange being unrestrained with no gag in his mouth. He was wearing nothing but a soiled diaper and a chastity device, there was nothing stopping his from running or trying to call for help. The only thing holding him back now was pure cowardice, which only made Marzipan's next comments all the more appropriate.

"I wouldn't even call you a man with that worthless little toddler dick hanging between your legs. I'd say you're nothing more than a pathetic little sissy who will be forever stuck in diapers. Though, I suppose you have no problem with that since you seem to enjoy sitting in your own shit so much."

Marcus said nothing, literally biting his tongue to keep from lashing out. He didn't want to do anything to jeopardize his chances of getting changed out of this horrible itchy diaper. It was just so frustrating, being relentlessly shamed for his babyishness each time he messed his pants, when Fifi was the one filling his belly with fiber and laxatives at each meal. She was the one to blame, but he was going to get punished for it anyway.

"Speaking of which," continued Marzipan. "I shoved that plug up your poop-chute to help you keep your diaper clean and poop free. I hate dealing with messy diapers, and you're going to be really sorry you put me through all this. First though, you better get down on your knees and apologize from the bottom of your heart unless you want to spend the night in that itchy diaper."

"I can do it myself, ma'am. So you wouldn't have to," suggested Marcus. He didn't know whether to expect a cookie for being so helpful or a slap for speaking out of line. In the end, he got neither - just another threatening rant from Marzipan as she towered over him menacingly.

"Better hope Fifi didn't hear you say that. She really did a number on the last brat who tried that. Kept him locked in the same diaper for a whole week. Bet you'll never guess what he had to do to finally earn a diaper change."

Marcus knew it had to be something awful, and he doubted whether he really wanted to know. However, curiosity got the better of him. What if he were to find himself in the same situation? What could he expect? He began formulating a decent guess to respond with, but apparently Marz didn't care to hear from him either way.

"She drove him to the mall on a Sunday dressed like a big baby, and made him walk around with mitts on his hands and beg random strangers to unlock his diaper cover for him. Then, when he finally got unlocked, she changed him right there on the bench in front of the baby supplies store so all her friend could come and fawn over him."

Marcus listened nervously, hoping this wasn't a foretelling of his future. The idea of being out in public with those two was so terrifying that he obediently got to his knees and started pleading for forgiveness. He swallowed his pride and tried to sound as sincere as possible. "I'm sorry for messing myself without your permission," he said, hanging his head low.

"That's real sweet of you to say," said Marzipan with a wicked grin. "But words aren't enough to satisfy me. Show me how much you worship me."

The poor pup stared up at her, not sure of what to do next.

"Get your tongue to work, moron," snapped Marzipan.

"Yes, ma'am," muttered Marcus as he leaned forward and put his nose up to the mare's crotch and gave her pussy an unsure sniff. He really had no idea what he was doing at this point, but he was willing to try. After all, it's not like he had a choice. He closed his eyes and got ready for his first taste, but before his tongue met Marzipan's warm vulva, he was stopped by a painful rap on the head.

"Not there, idiot," said Marzipan impatiently. "I don't know where your dirty little mouth has been. A sissy virgin like you is only qualified to service my backdoor. Now get back there and show me how much you love and adore me."

Afraid of another smack on the head, Marcus quickly scurried behind his large caretaker and pressed his nose into the crack of her ass. The strong smell of body odor made his eyes water and he began questioning if he could go through with it. However, with the itching powder in his diaper still irritating him to no end, he decided to ignore his doubts and simply go for it. He parted his lips reluctantly and ran his tongue up the crack of Marzipan's ass, nearly gagging as he tasted her sweat washing over his taste buds. Though, it still wasn't enough to please his mistress.

"Oh come on, you can do better than that," she teased. "Spread 'em open and kiss my asshole. I don't care how much your little nuts itch. You're not getting a damn thing until you earn it."

Marcus cringed as he parted her firm ass cheeks and got a good look at her puckered hole. It glistened with sweat, but otherwise it looked clean. At least, that's what he told himself as he shut his eyes and pushed his snout up into her ass crack. It was hard to breathe and the overpowering scent of equine body odor made him light-headed. Regardless, he reached out with his long tongue and gave her tail hole a big sloppy kiss.

The taste made him wince as he ran his tongue around the rim of her anus. It was wet and musty as expected, salty like sweat with a hint of something much dirtier. He could feel bits of grime as he scrubbed with his tongue, and he nearly retched each time he thought about where that grittiness might have come from. He almost pulled away in disgust, until he felt a heavy hand grab the fluff on top of his head and force his muzzle even deeper.

"That's how you do it. Get in there deep," said Marzipan, forcing the squirming slave's face up against her tail hole. Giving a playful moan, she grinned as the tip of the boy's long tongue snaked its way inside of her filthy opening. "What a good little ass-licker you are," she continued. "I'm sure your new step-dad will be happy to have you around the house from now on. Fifi may not think it's a sure thing yet, but I know this guy. He'll have no problems getting his claws into your mother."

Marzipan snorted out a laugh as she heard Marcus whimpering into her ass crack. She had him so well trained that he didn't even slow down. He continued to slather her ass with his saliva for a good five minutes until Marz finally released the tuft of fur on his head ordered him to crawl over to the showers.

Marcus quickly did as he was told, and Marzipan got to work stripping him of his many layers of diaper covers. By the time she got down to the diaper, the smell was so bad she could hardly stand it. She worked fast, tearing the diaper off and rolling it up, careful not to get any on the floor. As soon as the mess was contained, she quickly dumped it into the wastebasket next to the toilet and washed her hands. Leaving Marcus waiting under the showerhead, his smoothly-shaven diaper area caked with filth.

"Ugh, I can't fucking believe how bad you stink," complained Marz. She had a look of disgust on her face as she returned to his side and grabbed the handheld showerhead, pulling it out of its caddy. "You better thank me for putting up with you."

"Thank you..." said Marcus, his heartfelt thanks interrupted as a torrent of freezing-cold water rained down upon him. He tried to squirm away, but immediately felt Marzipan's grip on the back of his neck to hold him in place.

"Hold still," she ordered as she sprayed him down with water. As soon as his top half was soaked, she directed the frigid stream at his diaper area. The icy water stung as it beat against the poor boy's rash covered fanny, but soon his hairless rump was clean as a whistle. She then directed the showerhead at his delicate little testicles. Chilling them down mercilessly as she hosed the sticky globs of shit off his chastity device. By the time the water was finally turned off, he was shivering so hard he could barely catch his breath.

"What do we say?" asked Marzipan smugly as she wrapped Marcus in a towel.

"T-t-thank you, m-m-ma'am," stuttered Marcus, still shivering as she dried him off. Despite being one of the worst showers of his life, he didn't utter a single complaint. He even kept his whining at a minimum while the friction of the towel made his irritated diaper area feel like it was on fire.

"Aw, baby has a nasty rash," said Marzipan as she gently rubbed her fingers across his sensitive rump. The entirety of his bald ass was red and bumpy, and it didn't stop there. The rash continued between his legs all the way up to his sorry looking scrotum. She knew how uncomfortable a rash like that would feel once he was back in diapers. Taking a modicum of pity on the brat, she spread a large handful of lotion across his backside.

Once his fiery butt was taken care of, she spun him around and began to work the soothing lotion all over front of his diaper area. She kneaded and massaged his balls, causing him to groan as his tiny prick got hard and pressed against the stubby tube of his chastity device. He worried that Marzipan would take notice. Fortunately, she totally ignored it, leaving him to enjoy the throbbing ache of his un-milked balls in peace as she slipped into a silk robe.

"Finally time to have a little fun," said Marzipan, grinning down at her quivering little plaything. "Has Fifi taken you down to the basement yet?" she asked.

Marcus shook his head, timidly. The look on her face made him nervous; he couldn't imagine what she had waiting for him down there,and she didn't waste time explaining. Grabbing him by the hand, she pulled him toward the door, forcing him to scamper naked behind her as she led him down the hall.

*** 12 ***

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** **"Go on, take a look. I've got it all set up for you," said Marzipan, opening the basement door.

Marcus peered down the stairs long flight of stairs. The walls we black and the floor was concrete, but he couldn't see anything else. He listened for any sound, but there was only silence. Still unsure of what awaited him, he took one final look back at Marzipan. She was standing in her robe with her arms crossed. The glare in her eye said there was no turning back now.

He swallowed his fear and started down the stairs. Marzipan's heavy steps could be heard following behind him. He expected a gang of perverts to grab him when he got down off the last step, but the large open room appeared to be totally empty from what he could see. Other than the light above the staircase, the room was mostly shrouded in darkness. A problem quickly remedied as Marzipan also reached the bottom of the staircase and hit the light switch.

As the lights flickered on, it became clear that this wasn't a normal rec room. No, it was more of a sex dungeon, and it made the kinky nursery upstairs look like downright cutesy in comparison. The black walls were lined with chains and shackles and there wasn't much furniture besides a leather sofa and some bar stools. Instead, there was a full-size wooden pillory, a row of cages, and other accoutrements you'd expect to find in any torturer's basement including a St. Andrew's Cross and a very authentic-looking wooden horse. There was even a small bar along the wall where guests could serve drinks while they watched the fun. Though, Marcus couldn't help but let his eyes be drawn to the breeding rack in the center of the room; it was the same one he'd been locked into the day before.

Marcus looked over at Marzipan for instructions. As expected, she nodded toward the breeding rack. "Get in position, bitch," she said, and shot him a devilish smile.

Having no other option but to obey, Marcus got down on his knees and crawled over to the familiar steel stockade. It was little more than a steel I-shaped base with a neck support. Obediently, he got into the usual doggy-style position on his hands and knees and waited quietly as Marzipan got to work.

First she locked the boy's feeble neck into the thick collar mounted on the end of the adjustable neck support. Then, his wrists were strapped the leather cuffs mounted to the stockade's base, and finally his ankles were bound in the same way. He was totally helpless by the time he was all strapped in. Forced to face the floor with his ass up in the air and his legs apart, he could only wait for the real punishment to start.

However, Marzipan wasn't in any hurry. She meandered around, collecting a few supplies. The first of which was another rubber dog dick with a suction cup base. She brought it over to where her plaything was waiting patiently and stuck it to the smooth lacquered floor right under the boy's snout. With a click, she lowered the neck support on the stockade a few inches, forcing the pup's head down further. Unable to pull away, Marcus had no choice but to take the first several inches of the phallus into his mouth.

"No need to be shy," said Marzipan, kneeling beside her sissy slave. "Go on and show me how much you love to suck dick. I'm sure your step-daddy will be happy to have a dedicated cock-warmer around the house to use as he pleases."

Marcus shuddered at the thought, but he was in no position to argue. After the cock-sucker training harness, the pattern was clear. Fifi and Marz were going to turn him into a sissy cock-sucker whether he liked it or not. He licked and slurped the thick shaft of the dildo, whimpering and moaning like a submissive sissy slut as he worked his mouth.

"Looks like you're enjoying yourself," said Marzipan. "Too bad this is only foreplay."

With that, she lowered the neck support again, forcing the rest of the rubber dong into Marcus' face. She smirked as the helpless sissy began to struggle against his restraints in an effort to pull away, but it was no use. As hard as he tried, he could only lift his head high enough to barely keep the narrow tip of the dildo off the back of his throat.

"Stop all that squirming. You look ridiculous," teased Marzipan, getting up and positioning herself behind the whimpering pup. "Just take a deep breath, relax, and throat-fuck yourself with that dog dick until you gag yourself."

Marcus shut his eyes tightly and lowered his head as far as he could. His nose nearly touching the floor, he took almost the entire knot before he stopped and choked. Desperate for air, he lifted his head back up as far as he could to clear his throat. Unfortunately, Marzipan decided he was taking too long of a break.

"Better speed it up, sissy-boy," said Marz sternly. She grabbed a leather belt off the bar and wrapped it tightly around her hand. When it became clear that her pup needed some more motivation, she brought the belt down on his naked, shaved rump with a loud crack.

The brat nearly jumped out of his skin as he felt the leather strap kiss his behind. It was a clean hit, and it horrendous rash on his backside made it several times worse. He hollered in pain but it was well-muffled by the dildo that filled his muzzle.

"Keep that tail out of my way or I'll snip it right off," said Marzipan, seeing her sissy slave trying to cover his burning bottom with his fluffy tail.

Marcus lifted his tail and held it up high, terrified that at any moment he could have it lopped off and thrown in the trash. Unable to see behind, he could only imagine the worst. For all he knew, Marz was coming up behind him with hedge clippers at that very moment. He tried not to imagine it, but he couldn't help it, and soon he was crying like a frightened child.

"Aw, there's my weepy little crybaby," sneered Marzipan. "If I know your new daddy, he loves some heart-felt waterworks with his blowjobs. Just keep whimpering like a bitch and imagine that's actually your daddy's meaty member in your throat while you go down on it."

The boy's sobs devolved into a slew of demeaning grunts, groans, and slurping noises as he worked the dildo in and out of his throat. He'd lower his head, straining until he'd gotten the whole cock into his mouth. Then wait for a moment before raising his head back up for some air. He could to do this a couple of times before his gag reflex got the better of him.

Each time he choked he got another visit from the belt, and each visit from the belt left him in tears with another red welt burning across his buttocks. Soon, you couldn't find a spot on his hide that hadn't felt the sting of the strap. With that kind of tutoring, it didn't take long for Marcus to learn his lesson.

"You're shaping up to be a loyal little cock-sucker," said Marzipan proudly as she watched on. Her plaything hadn't gagged in several minutes, and she was ready to make things even harder on him. "But now it's time to train your pussy. Pretend I'm your daddy and beg me to ram my cock up your ass," she said with a snicker.

Marcus stopped what he was doing with his mouth and sighed, trying to decide what he would say to his hypothetical step-father. However, when he tried to speak, his speech was so garbled by the fat rubber cock in his mouth that he could barely be understood. He tried repeating himself, more careful this time, but it hardly made a difference. Marzipan scoffed at both attempts.

"Sorry, but I don't believe you really want it." she said, tightening the belt around her hand. "I want to see you begging like a real baby."

The confused pup went quiet, not sure how to satisfy the cruel mare. Fortunately, Marzipan was quick to help him out by beating his rash-covered hindquarters with the strap. She was merciless, spanking him harder and faster than before. Not stopping until the brat was bawling uncontrollably and begging to have all his holes filled. His frantic pleading became more and more comprehensible as each crack of the belt against his already ragged behind made him even more desperate to appease the psychotic mare.

By the time she finally stopped whooping his ass, he was a mess of tears and snot. Beaten down, broken, and exhausted, he didn't even mutter a word as Marzipan raised the neck support back up where it started and snatched the rubber cock out of his mouth.

"Good girl," said Marzipan, patting him on the head in the most condescending manner possible. "If this was really your daddy's dick you'd have a tummy full of cum by now. I bet that makes your mouth water, doesn't it? Well, lucky for you, daddy isn't tired yet. You just got the easy load. Now he's got stamina to spare and he's got his eyes on your tight little ass. You want daddy to fuck you up the ass?"

"Yes, ma'am," said Marcus weakly, staring at the floor.

"Oh no, you have to look up at me and say it," ordered Marzipan.

He looked up in time to see disrobe and slip into her strapon harness. He wasn't surprised to see the dildo he'd be sucking on a moment ago was now protruding from between the Marz's muscular legs. Once she was buckled in nice and tight, she slathered on a layer of lube and crouched down so her new canine cock rested on the whimpering pup's head.

"Now look up and tell me how much you want this dick up your ass," she sneered.

"Please fuck my sissy ass," said Marcus, tilting his eyes up to get a good look at what was coming. He wasn't looking forward to feeling that knot, but even more frightening was the look of contempt on Marzipans as she glared down at him.

"Try and stop me," she said as she took position behind her fuck toy and got down on her knees. The quivering brat's tail shot down between his legs once again in self defense, but it didn't even slow her down. She grabbed the boy's tail and pressed it against the small of his back. To keep it out of the way, she wrapped the whoopin' belt around his waist and buckled it tight. With his tail pinned down, there was nothing he could do to delay the inevitable but whimper as his chubby ass cheeks were spread apart. "Open wide for daddy," she said, smiling as she pressed the big red toy down between his butt cheeks. She wanted him to feel how fat her new cock was before she took aim and pressed the tip against his clenched anus.

He whined fearfully as the tip slid inside, but he was still somewhat loose thanks to the butt plug he'd worn for most of the day. The first six inches went in nice and smooth without so much as a whimper. Unfortunately, the last three inches weren't as easy and pain-free. Marcus groaned and clenched his teeth as the thick knot was shoved up his tail-pipe, and gasped once it was all forced inside.

"What are you waiting for? Thank me," said Marzipan. "Your new step-daddy isn't going to tolerate an ungrateful bitch like you."

"Thank you, daddy," groaned Marcus, his tail hole stretched painfully around the fat knot.

"You're welcome, dick-breath. Now I want to hear you begging for a good hard fuck, and don't stop until I'm finished."

Marcus opened his mouth to speak, but never got the chance. He squealed as the wide knot was yanked out of his narrow opening without any warning. A moment later, Marzipan got started thrusting the smooth shaft of her canine cock in and out of the helpless pup's sore ass as he cried in agony. She had gone from zero to sixty in no time flat, punishing the boy's tender asshole with her strapon. Play time was over; she was going to fuck him for real now.

"I don't hear begging," teased Marzipan, grinning as she pumped her hips.

However, Marcus wasn't in any condition to speak. Even when he managed to choke back his tears, he could only get out a single word before he was speared up the ass again. His pleading came out stifled and shaky, one word at a time. "Daddy... p-please... fuck... in my... pussy..."

"Oh yes, don't worry, bitch. Daddy's not stopping until he cums," said Marzipan, continuing to pound the boy up the shitter relentlessly. Deciding that her fuck-toy wasn't making enough noise, she sped up and angled the dildo downward to really work the little slut's prostate. "Keep begging. Tell me you want it faster and harder."

"Faster... daddy... harder..." cried Marcus. He hoped the ordeal would end soon, but the mare just kept speeding up, fucking him deeper and deeper. His moans and groans got faster and louder, and before long he was literally grunting through clenched teeth each time he took the rubber dick up his ass.

"You sound like a pig," sneered Marzipan. "Let's see how much Piggy likes this."

With that, she shoved the thick knot back up the brat's poop-chute. Though, this time she didn't hold it there very long before yanking it back out and cramming it back in. She did this over and over, torturing the defenseless pup's fuck-hole each time he was forced to take the knot.

"Ah... stop, please," pleaded Marcus, unable to remain submissive any longer. However, it didn't make any difference. The knot kept coming, and soon his whole body was twitching with the pain of each thrust.

"Shut the fuck up," snapped Marzipan. "No one wants to listen to a sissy cock-sucker like you. I'll be finished when I'm finished, understand?"

Predictably, there was no answer from Marcus. He resigned himself to bawling in relative silence as he took his medicine in the ass. With the pup nearly quiet, the sounds of rhythmic clapping could be heard as Marzipan's front slapped against the boy's hairless buttocks. This degrading punishment continued for another five minutes until the vicious mare grew bored and pulled out of her slave's abused asshole.

She smiled as she overlooked the aftermath of her rampage as she spread the pup's butt cheeks wide open. His red, warn-out tail hole gaped open, practically begging for another round with the strapon. Maybe next time she'd invite a few friends over to join the fun, but she had something else in mind for tonight. They were going to spend some nice quality time together just as soon as she finished humiliating him.

"What is this? Did my horny wittle sissy boy leak his cummies on the floor?" asked Marzipan, noticing miniscule puddle of translucent goo situated conveniently below Marcus' dangling chastity device. Taking a closer look, she saw that his sad little caged-up weenie was hard as could be. His swollen sausage looked to be painfully compressed in the strict chastity device. It filled the entirety of the stubby, two-inch long plastic cock tube to the extent that skin bulged from the small piss hole at the end of the tube. Marzipan could barely believe it, but she actually saw the last drops of sticky, white milk dribbling from the tip with her own eyes.

"Unbelievable! You actually shot your dirty little nut just from being fucked up the ass," said Marzipan, laughing scornfully. "You really are a pathetic excuse for a boy, aren't you?"

"Yes, ma'am," said Marcus, ashamed of himself. He couldn't believe he'd jizzed all over the floor. He really had no idea how it happened. After all, he didn't enjoy being being fucked in the ass, and he definitely didn't feel any sort of sexual release afterward. It was like a cruel joke. His first chance to cum since being locked into chastity, and it brought no relief, only embarrassment. It certainly brought Marzipan a great deal of enjoyment though.

She was still snickering as she stood up and slipped out of the strapon harness, letting it fall to the floor. Having worked up a bit of a sweat, she decided to take a breather before the next game. Still totally naked, she strolled behind the bar and grabbed a beer from the mini-fridge, popping the cap off before she took a seat on the leather sofa. From there she was able to keep an eye on her pet sissy as she sipped her cold beer.

"Not going to thank me for making you squirt?" asked Marzipan.

"Th-thank you, ma'am," said Marcus nervously, wondering what could be next. His tail hole throbbed and his diaper rash was still itching and burning, but he was too exhausted to struggle. He could only squirm in the breeding rack as he tried to find a more comfortable position for his tired muscles, but nothing helped.

"Trying to escape?" asked Marz, noticing the boy's fidgeting. "Should we make it so you can't walk anymore? That would sure keep you from running off."

"No, ma'am."

"So you've accepted your place in the house as my bottom bitch?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Then you must be looking forward to having my strapon up your ass again tomorrow, right?"

Marcus hesitated, fighting back more tears as he responded, "Yes, ma'am."

"Good, because you're going to get more of the same when you get home. I have a feeling your new daddy is going to get plenty of use out of your tight little pussy, especially if you put on a show like that every time."

The hopeless pup broke down, sniveling as he thought about the horrible future she described for him. The only thing that got him through the days with Fifi and Marz was the thought of going home, but now he didn't even have that. His spirits were crushed. Though, he had no idea just how much further he would sink before the end of the day.

"Crying again, I see. You've got to be the biggest crybaby I've ever had the pleasure of tormenting," said Marzipan, leaning forward on the sofa. She quickly downed the rest of her beer and got up, setting the empty bottle behind the bar as she collected the last few ingredients she'd need to crush his spirit: suppositories, a thick diaper, and even a bunch of bananas that had been chilled in the mini-fridge. She was so proud of her perverse imagination that she couldn't help but gloat about it. "You may have been able to please daddy with that sweet little tail hole of yours," she said, "but I've still got to make you pay for making me clean your shit-covered ass earlier. Wouldn't you know it; I know just how to deal with little boys who enjoy crapping in their pants."

Marcus tried not to panic as he thought about what could possibly come next. She'd already beaten his ass and violated both his holes, so he didn't know what to expect. He turned his head to the side as far as he could with the collar around his neck but still wasn't able to catch a glimpse of the well-supplied mare before she disappeared behind him.

"Does my little guy have to make a poopy?" asked Marzipan, trying to emulate Fifi's tone.

Marcus wasn't sure what answer she wanted to hear, so he went with the honest one. "No, ma'am," he said timidly.

"Don't worry. You will," said Marzipan with total confidence as she twisted the lid off a container of suppositories.

One at a time, she pushed the bullet-shaped laxatives into the boy's tail hole. Marcus didn't seem to notice anything at first. He could feel her poking and prodding his sore opening, but he didn't realize he was being filled with suppositories. It wasn't until he started to feel a burning urge empty his bowels that figured out what was going on. He began to whimper each time he felt the mare deposit another unwanted dose of laxatives with her rough fingertip.

"Now do you have to make a poop?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am," replied Marcus, clenching his ass muscles. He'd only been holding the suppositories for less than a minute, but he already had to make a conscious effort to keep his body from pushing them out. Though, the stern warning from Marz made it very easy to remember.

"Then you better be careful to hold it all in," said the diabolical woman, grabbing the sissy by his fragile little balls and giving them a firm squeeze. "You let anything slip before I give you permission and you'll be a very sorry pup, understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," he squeaked, trying not to scream in pain as Marzipan slowly tightened her grip on his testicles.

"I hope so, because I can't be held responsible for my actions if a little scat-freak like you takes a shit on me. You do want to keep your nuts, right?"

"Yes!" squealed Marcus, terrified his balls were about to be crushed.

"Really?" she responded, sounding surprised. "I didn't think you needed them."

"Yes! Please let me keep them, ma'am!"

"Alright, fine by me. I don't mind having a pair of tiny testicles around the house to smack around."

With that, Marzipan let go off the sniveling brat's nutsack, much to the boy's relief. Though, before he could start crying tears of joy, she gave his testicles a little smack. Then another, and another, just to get him worked up some more. It didn't take long before Marcus was hollering in pain as she batted his scrotum back and forth like a playful cat.

"C'mon, keep crying for me. I love to hear your pathetic blubbering while I punish you." said Marzipan as she continued torturing her plaything.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Marcus to start bawling again. The pain from each whack to the balls was debilitating. If it weren't for the steel breeding rack, he wouldn't be able to keep himself up. Realizing she wasn't going to stop until he complied, he had no problem starting up his childish sobbing again.

"That's better. Let it all out, honey. I want you to get plenty of practice crying like a real baby." said Marzipan, patronizing the boy she'd reduced to a weeping wreck once again. There wasn't much she enjoyed more than a little cock and ball torture. She could break down even the toughest male specimens into teary-eyed little girls in minutes with minimal effort. It was every man's weakness and she loved to exploit it for an easy laugh. Now that she'd had her fun, she gave his nuts a rest and started preparations for the next phase of her plan.

She peeled the entire bunch of bananas, counting out loud as she laid them out in a row. Once all six were peeled, she got to work. Parting his butt cheeks, she took aim at his tail hole and shoved the first bananas in nice and slow. It went in smooth without breaking. The second one took a little longer, but it eventually disappeared into the boy's twitching tail hole as well. Things didn't start getting tricky until the third banana was halfway in.

"Stop! It won't fit," grumbled Marcus as he felt the cold bananas pushing further up inside of him. Nevertheless, Marzipan got it to fit, then the fourth too. After that, the boy's ass was so stuffed she had to break the last two bananas into quarters. Still, he cried and pleaded each time she rammed another piece up his tail hole.

"Hold still!" shouted Marzipan, thoroughly annoyed by her sissy's struggling. When he still didn't comply, she grabbed him by his tender nutsack once again and gave a harsh tug to get his attention. It worked; Marcus went quiet and held perfectly still. He understood the warning loud and clear.

Marzipan heard little more than a sniffle out of her pet as she continued stuffing chunks of banana into his reddened, raw asshole. By the end, his rectum was packed so full that the last few pieces had to be reduced to mush just to fit them inside. Not that it mattered; they'd all end up that way eventually.

"P-please... I can't hold it much longer," whimpered Marcus. He was so full it hurt. He'd never had to shit so badly in his life, and it only got worse as the handful of suppositories deep in his belly continued to melt. The last thing he wanted to do was lose control, but he didn't know how much longer he could hold on.

Marzipan wisely didn't waste any time getting a double-thick diaper around the boy's waist. She worked fast to secure the tapes, knowing he could lose control of his bowels at any moment. After all the work she put into filling him up, she wasn't going to risk seeing it all spill out on the floor. She wanted everything contained in his diaper so he could enjoy it for a good long while.

"There you go, a big fluffy diaper for the big crybaby," teased Marzipan as she patted Marcus on the butt.

"Please let me... It hurts," he begged.

"Absolutely not," said Marzipan with a sinister grin as she stood up. "You will keep that diaper clean and dry until I take it off of you and sit you down on your training potty, understand?"

"But..."

"I said, no! This is your last chance to prove you have what it takes to be potty trained, so you better take it serious. If you can't help but soil yourself like a little dumbass baby, then you'll get the appropriate punishment, and believe me, you wont like it. Now stop pestering me, babies don't talk."

Marcus didn't say another word. He could only grit his teeth and cry as he struggled to keep from crapping himself, hoping it would all be over soon. However, Marzipan wasn't in any rush.

"Look at you. You're so desperate to shit your Huggies that you're actually crying. Do you have any idea how pathetic that is?" she said, making her way behind the bar. She took her sweet time washing her hands, then grabbed another beer and a pink doggy dish and headed back over to add the final humiliation.

Marcus flinched as the dog dish crashed to the floor in front of him, nearly filling his diapers in surprise. The word "BITCH" was scrawled across the side of the dish and he felt an indescribable dread when he thought about what he might be eating out of it before the end of the night. He was actually relieved to see the naked mare squat down in front of him with an open beer in hand, thinking it might finally be time for a treat. However, not a drop of beer would find its way into the dish. Instead, Marzipan brought the bottle to her lips and emptied it in a matter of seconds.

"Damn that's refreshing," she said, jiggling the empty bottle in front of her slave's face to show it was empty. "Torturing sissy fuck-holes really takes a lot out of me. Now if you'll excuse me..."

Marcus' eyes filled with terror as the crude mare shamelessly parted her pussy lips and started urinating right in front of him. She aimed the powerful stream of piss at the doggy dish as best she could, but even still a lot ended up on the floor. No matter. She had plenty stored up in her massive bladder, and soon the dish was overflowing with pungent yellow liquid.

"Dinner is served," said Marzipan coldly as she stood up and used her hoof to nudge the dish under Marcus' face. "You may use the potty as soon as you empty your bitch dish."

The dumbstruck pup didn't make a sound, but he couldn't help but shoot a petulant scowl up at his mistress. That is, until she reached down and lowered the neck support on the breeding rack several inches, forcing his head down so she wouldn't have to look at him anymore. Marcus gasped and blew bubbles out of his nose as his snout was forced into the pool of piss below. He had to jerk his head up as high as he could just to get a breath of air.

"Stop all that nonsense," snapped Marzipan. "Spill anymore and I'll have you mop the entire floor with your tongue. Now keep quiet and start drinking before I have to hurt you."

'Oh god, I think I'm going to be sick,' thought Marcus as he lapped up the first mouthfuls of horse urine while it was still fresh and hot. It was all he could do to not retch right then as he got his first taste of golden nectar. It was extremely potent, and it tasted worse than it smelled; like a truck stop bathroom mixed with saltwater. He hesitated before taking in another mouthful, dreading the taste.

"Better speed up, it's even worse when it gets cold," said Marz as she plopped down on the sofa, sprawling out comfortably as she got ready to watch the show.

As expected, it didn't take long for the brat to start lapping up his dinner like an obedient little bitch. After all, he wouldn't be allowed to relief himself until he finished his meal, no matter how sickening he may have found it. He swallowed down mouthful after mouthful until he found himself overwhelmed with disgust and had to stop for a breather.

"Don't stop now, you've got a long way to go," said Marzipan, casually stroking her clit as she watched the degrading spectacle. She'd been waiting for a chance to rub one out since she got done fucking the pitiful runt up the ass, and she couldn't wait any longer. This kid had been a grade-A brat when he showed up at their doorstep; now he was submissively lapping her piss up out of a dog dish. She moaned with pleasure, seeing her playthings broken down and forced into absolute obedience was a real turn on.

Marcus could imagine well enough what Marz was up to the couch, but he didn't have time to be jealous. The cramps were getting worse and worse as his body tried to expel the enormous payload of bananas that had been growing soft and warm inside of him. The suppositories were almost entirely melted now and the powerful laxatives were telling his body it was time to give in whether he wanted to or not. He knew it wouldn't be long now before he was forced to fill his diaper, and there was still so much left in his dish. He gulped down as much of the foul-tasting brine as quickly as he could, but it made no difference in the end. He hadn't even made it halfway before the inevitable finally happened.

The tiniest bit of mashed banana paste oozed out into his diaper as he was hit with a brutal cramp. He immediately stopped what he was doing and grimaced in pain, trying to clench his butt cheeks tight enough to stop the rest from coming out, but it was all in vain. Despite his best effort, the floodgate opened, filling the seat of his diaper with the gooey remains of the half-dozen bananas packed in his rectum. The whole mess exploded out at once, causing his diaper to crinkle loudly as it puffed out in the back. As if that weren't enough, several wet sloppy farts followed behind the massive mound of bananas to let Marzipan know that he'd failed to obey yet again.

Marcus winced, expecting to be screamed at, but the mare on the sofa didn't seem bothered. She had her head back, moaning in pleasure. One hand gently massaged her titty while the other feverishly worked her clitoris. Of course she'd heard what happened, but she wasn't going to let that stop her from chasing the orgasm she'd been building up to for the last few minutes. Just thinking about the sick things she'd be doing to her sissy slave as punishment for his childish lack of bowel control was enough to bring her over the edge. She gasped and let out a subdued groan, continuing to slide her finger across her slick folds as she twitched with delight. She continued even after the orgasm had ended, not stopping until her clit was painfully sensitive.

"I smell failure," said Marzipan, exhausted from her activities a moment ago. "Is that you Marcus?"

"Yes, ma'am," he replied nervously. "I'm very sorry."

"Then I know one sorry little puppy who's gonna get a big serving of banana pudding for breakfast tomorrow," said Marz, smirking as she heard a terrified whimper escape Marcus' throat.

She stood up and walked around the quivering baby to have a look at him. When she finally got a look at his drooping diaper, she couldn't help but laugh. His potty pants bulged out in the back as though he'd taken a two pound shit. She crouched down and pressed her hand against the very noticeable lump protruding from the seat of his diaper. "Oh wow," she said. "That is a lot. You might be having bananas for breakfast and dinner."

"Please no..." whimpered Marcus as he felt the sticky mush spread across his backside. It didn't take long for gooey sludge to creeping up the front and back of his diaper as Marz firmly patted his bottom. He could feel some bigger chunks had survived, but he doubted anything in his diaper would resemble bananas when it was finally peeled off him tomorrow morning.

"Shut up and get back to drinking my delicious piss," ordered Marzipan, giving the boy a slap on his messy butt. "You're not getting any breaks just because you shat yourself again. I'm not letting you out of this breeding rack until that dish is bone-dry, is that clear? You can stay down here all night for all I care."

"Yes, ma'am," said Marcus, sniveling pathetically as he resumed lapping up mouthfuls of potent horse urine to appease his mistress. He could only hope to earn her forgiveness before breakfast tomorrow. Though, she seemed to have little interest in him now that she'd had a chance to cum. In fact, she barely shot him a second glance as she put back on her robe and walked over to the foot of the stairs.

"If you're smart, you'll have that dish empty by the time I get back," said Marzipan, not even turning around as she started up the stairs.

Marcus could hear her heavy hoof-steps fading as she left him alone to suffer in the silent basement. As soon as he heard the basement door shut, he started struggling against his restraints harder than ever before, cussing out both Fifi and Marz under his breath as he did. He thought if he could just get one hand free, he'd be able to free himself from the breeding rack and maybe he'd have a chance to run for it now that no one was watching him. It would take a matter of seconds to get from the basement door to the front door, and then he just had to get to a phone and call his mother before they could track him down. Though, not surprisingly, he failed to work a single one of his limbs free from the tight cuffs.

'There's no escape," he thought, as he got too tired to fight. Tears continued to stream down his cheeks as he waggled his hips back and forth in desperation. The dull aching of his tail hole was still there, reminding him of how he was utterly dominated from behind. Even worse, the weight of his breakfast swinging back and forth in his diaper reminded him that he was totally helpless in the hands of his diabolical caretakers. The last reminder was right under his nose; a dog dish full of piss with his name written on the side to teach him that he was nothing more than a bitch.

It was a lesson he'd learned well. Lowering his head, he resumed filling his belly with stale piss so he wouldn't be caught slacking. Marzipan could return at any moment, and the very idea of being caught disobeying another order was enough to fill him with terror. He had no choice but to drink. He had no control anymore.

His stomach felt more than a little queasy by the time the dish had been emptied. The foul taste of cold horse piss still filled his mouth and his breath smelled like an unwashed urinal, but at least it was over for now. All that was left was to do was cry softly as he waited in the uncomfortable stockade for his diabolical caretaker to return. He could hardly wait to show her what a good job he'd done cleaning his doggy dish.