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Garco leered down at his slave with hungry lust clearly twinkling in his glassy black eyes and examined his handiwork. He'd bound Myles well and was thoroughly enjoying watching the caprine fidget ineffectively against his shackles. The chains that attached the silver ram's heavy wrist cuffs to an eye hook screwed into the bricks above him rattled erratically as he struggled, but continued to hold fast the submissive fur's arms above his head. The anthro's efforts were more due to eager arousal than any true attempt to escape. There is little, if anything, he wouldn't do to please his lover.

The bighorn sat on his haunches. His bindings necessitated that he recline uncomfortably with his metallic-blue-streaked ebony horns scraping against the brickwork behind him. His own bodyweight and the smooth, concrete floor worked in tandem to grind the sizable plug that was roughly stuffed into his tailhole only minutes earlier against every sweet spot inside of him. He moaned hoarsely at the mix of pleasure and pain as the girthy bulb stretched his entrance with each slight movement he made. The needy sound was muffled by the ball gag that was locked tightly in place in his mouth. Saliva dripped around the crimson silicone sphere that was crammed into his muzzle, mirroring the glistening rivulets of pre that ran down his untouched and unimpressive charcoal length. The four and a half inches of slick blackness stood out starkly against the snowy fur of his slightly pudgy underbelly.

Myles' wide hooves were spread a few feet apart by a chrome bar that his mate had extended between his ankle restraints. This gave the ashen-pelted rat a clear view of the base of the butt plug beneath his submissive's perky tail each time the speckled ram even only marginally lifted his rump during his exertions.

Bending down and hunching over his restricted partner, the purple-striped rodent pressed one paw flat against the wall to support himself. He greedily ran his other down his willing prisoner's immobilized form, teasing him and causing his own swollen, pink maleness to throb with desire. He let his dexterous paw drift toward the bound anthro's fuzzy sac and rolled the orbs about in his palm, making his slave wriggle and yearn for more sensual contact. The lithe rat's digits gave the globes a light squeeze before they danced down toward the flared anchor of the plug rather than sliding up to grasp the ram's small, aching member. Garco prodded at the flexible material embedded in Myles, forcing it to twitch within the captive caprine who whimpered as his master silently exerted his authority.

The chromatic-blue spotted fur's gag stifled his involuntary bleat as he felt his keeper unexpectedly pop the substantial plug free of his tender orifice with a smooth motion. The puffy, black ring glinted with a glossy sheen from the residual lube used to force the toy in, inviting the dominant anthro to use the hot flesh for his own gratification. The lustful rodent licked his lips in anticipation, reveling in the sight of his helpless mate's exposed hole. Without warning, the rat slithered two long, slender fingers into his tied-up lover's heat all of the way to his soft paw-pads, trusting that there was still enough slickness for easy entry. He scissored his claws rapidly, expertly stimulating the ram's prostate and causing his organ to tremble and leak a fresh gush of pre. Garco continued to finger fuck his obedient pet for a moment. He took his time, hooking his digits and pressing against every point within Myles that he knew would keep the restless bighorn on the brink of release, whining for orgasm.

Unannounced, the lascivious rat eventually withdrew his digits once he noticed the male sheep's ragged breathing signify just how close he was to bursting, leaving his partner shaking and frustrated. The sensuous vermin knelt on the hard floor of their basement dungeon before his fettered slave. He wrapped one paw around the cold chrome of the spreader bar and lifted it so that his knees could slide effortlessly on either side of the ram's hips. The motion of his legs being forcibly raised caused Myles' insignificant cock to rub his own pre into his stomach, matting the fur and staining him with the scent of sex. The rodent supported the metal rail against his chest so that his paws were free to pluck a nearby bottle of lube off of the ground and squirt a liberal amount of the slippery substance into his palm. He furiously pumped it over every inch of his thick shaft and angled his tumescence at his toy's awaiting hole. The silver anthro felt the tip of his lover's ample rigidness nudge against his ready entrance and craved the freedom to pleasure his own leaking erection.

"I don't plan to be gentle today," Garco rasped gruffly into his mate's downturned ear, whiskers grazing the other fur's face, before giving it a passionate nip of his sharp teeth.

The caprine suddenly gasped, which came out as a choking sound against his gag as he felt his mate's pre-slick length penetrate him. In a single, solid thrust Garco drove himself in to the hilt. The striped rat's thick cock thrummed inside his lover's sore, tight tailhole, pulsing with desire in time with his heartbeat. He felt his sac slap against the sheep's hindquarters, and delighted in the encouraging warmth gripping his penis.

The pale rodent elegantly slid his slender body beneath the chrome bar he had been holding aloft with his torso and let it rest against his lower back while his own furry thighs pressed to the floor. The ram's knees locked around his master's ribs to accommodate and his body quivered with want. Garco forcefully dug his claws into his slave's hips as he started rapidly thrusting, dribbling a generous supply of pre into his property's ravenous ass while he pistoned away with wild abandon.

The domineering rat glared intensely as he slammed repeatedly into his pet, wanting to see every twitch of his partner's face as he squirmed beneath him. He craned his neck to give the caprine's inferior, trembling rod a teasing flicker of his moist tongue and savored the taste the salty rivers of the ram's emissions that ran down the short, needy phallus. Myles arched his back and shuddered with a groan, impaling himself as best he could onto his owner's unyielding shaft.

"I bet you'd love to cum, wouldn't you? Maybe I'll let you when I'm finished. Maybe..." His rodent master taunted cruelly before he hastily resumed ignoring the shamefully small member.

It wasn't long before Garco's aggressive thrusting and pounding brought him to the verge of orgasm. The waves of amethyst across his shoulders, back, and thighs bristled as the tempo of his assault became evermore erratic. He smirked as he watched his slick rod hammer in and out of the other male's cleft. His heavy breathing gave way to irregular, powerful grunting. The rat snarled and buried himself fully into his mate with a feral hiss. His body convulsed in the throes of rapture, flooding his companion's abused hole with hot, viscous seed. Myles clenched down on the throbbing member as he felt rope after rope of his master's cum erupted into him and filled him with a gooey mess. His own neglected penis ached more than ever for consideration- for the soft touch of paw pads or the wet heat of a muzzle.

Panting heavily, Garco rested for a moment. He allowed the waves of post-climax euphoria and lethargy wash through him as his spent erection began to soften somewhat inside of his equally exhausted slave. Laying atop the bighorn's slight belly chub in orgasmic bliss, he felt the caprine's ignored hardness between them.

Myles wheezed with uncomfortable shock when the rat's thick member finally slid free as he immediately endured the brush of cold air against his violated tailhole. The sensation was quickly followed by a feeling of emptiness as the trickle of his master's semen began to dribble from his used anus and into his fleecy tail, suffusing the basement and the ram's fur with the potent odor of their mating.

Still in a heap atop his sex slave, Garco casually reached over and retrieved the nearby butt plug that had been discarded once he'd pulled it free from his pet. It was still slippery and well-greased with lube. He promptly stuffed the substantial bulb back into the ram's ass, causing Myles' body to quake at the sudden and unexpected intrusion as the rat's ejaculate was trapped inside of him. The rodent wrapped his fingers loosely around his lover's inadequate penis and languidly massaged it for a moment with the lightest of touches. It was too puny to properly stroke, so he merely let his wet palm glide about, tormenting the sensitive flesh. With a well practiced paw he brought the larger fur to the threshold of climax but didn't provide quite enough stimulation to push him over the edge. Spurts of pre ejected from the caprine's petite unit, eliciting from him an array of needful whimpering and wanton bleating.

"Not now," Garco huffed decisively as he let go. He drew himself upright and to a standing position over his captive mate. The vermin lazily milked his dripping member at eye level with ram who watched the last oozing offerings drip onto his fair chest-fur. "I might want to use you again in a bit, and I want you horny and craving me when I get back."

The rat sauntered to the far end of the room for a moment, giving the ram a clear view of his horizontal purple streaks and hairless tail as it swished back and forth with the sway of his hips. He purposefully revealed glimpses of the back of his fluffy scrotum and rosebud pucker to tease his orgasm-deprived pet. A thin, shimmering strand of lube and cum dripped down from his cock and trailed to the floor between his legs as he walked. Myles' erection continued to spasm painfully close to release and aching for resolution. Facing away from his willing slave, the pale fur grinned mischievously to himself.

Before the couple had ever entered into their servitude-focused sexual relationship, the silver and sky-blue caprine had confessed his arousal at the thought of being completely dominated and having all control stripped from him. He wanted nothing more than to be used and debased, perhaps even with an audience. Thus far his strict rodent mate had indulged his lover's desire to be taken advantage of for his own personal pleasure with bondage and denial and had thoroughly enjoyed every minute of lording over the submissive sheep. He had always been aggressive and relished in exercising complete and utter dominance over his partner, essentially turning him into sex-slave-in-training.

Bondage, chastity, spanking, watersports- just to name a few things- they had tried it all and were always primed to push Myles' boundaries further. Recently, Garco had gotten a sinister idea to do just that. He had an interesting scheme to humiliate the ram (hopefully much to their mutual satisfaction) that would last a good, long time if he managed to pull it off successfully. When his devoted master returned several seconds later, the well-bound anthro could see that he had his cell phone connected to a set of bulky, noise-cancelling headphones held in his deft, pink paws.

"Here," he explained as he expertly slid the device around the around the ram's thick, curled horns and over his ears. "I've got some music for you to listen to while you wait for me to use you again. I'd hate for you to be completely bored."

With the tap of a claw, soothing jazz music began to echo into the slave's ears. It certainly wasn't anything the bighorn was familiar with, but not terrible. While it was difficult to focus on the melody at first, with his disregarded hardness near the point of climax, his tailhole stretched and plugged and filled with his owner's semen, as well as being uncomfortably bound to the wall, it was only a short time before he was enthralled by the strange, relaxing tune. Without even realizing it Myles began to nod off despite his unsatisfied arousal, which would normally keep him fidgety and horny for quite a while. There was something about the resonance of the tune that put him completely at ease and made him almost immediately drowsy.

The rodent turned away before his lover could see the impish sneer on his face. Garco's newest gambit to perpetually embarrass and control his sub seemed to be working well. It certainly took some considerable effort to find a truly functional hypnosis track, and the rat had heard that not all furs were equally susceptible to reprogramming. He was elated that his mate seemed immediately spellbound. Embedded in the music he provided was an incredibly persuasive mesmerizing pattern. After a few minutes, once the caprine was deep into his trance, a tranquil and pacifying voice would start burying suggestions deep within Myles' subconscious. With any luck, and the help of the bottle of full-bodied wine that they had shared before their afternoon bondage session, it would promptly start influencing his slave.

Garco meandered upstairs to entertain himself for a couple of hours and allow the insidious audio track to work its magic, leaving his toy to slowly and unwittingly drift into a brainwashed stupor.

The ram was startled awake what seemed like only seconds later to the sound vermin's mirthful tittering as he felt the headphones be pulled from his ears.

"Well, what do we have here?" The authoritative rat inquired with a snicker looming, still nude, over his partner's defenseless form.

Confused, the sheep stretched his stiff neck and started to return to his senses. Soon the fuzziness cleared and the first thing he noticed, other than his naked captor's half-erect length bobbing directly in front of his face was the acrid scent of urine. His thighs and rump felt chill and damp and when the ram cast his gaze downward he noticed that the normally colorless fur around his lower belly, groin and thighs was drenched and slightly yellowed. It rapidly became apparent to the immobile caprine that he was seated in a puddle of his own cooling piss. Myles blushed so furiously that he was sure that the warmth in his cheeks would be visible through his silver fur. If the ram's jaw wasn't so sore and throat not so dry from the ball gag left on him he surely would have released a timid bleat of shame.

"Did you fall asleep and piss yourself!?" The rodent snidely mocked his abashed lover. "I wasn't gone that long and we didn't drink that much earlier."

The rat fiddled with his cock, gradually bringing his coral erection to its full, swollen girth as he mocked his mortified lover. The length twitched in his agile palm, impatient for another release. The caprine had a close up view of salty pre that beaded at its pointed tip. Deprived of an earlier orgasm, he was extremely horny wanted little more than to take the arousal deep into his obstructed muzzle. As inticed as he was, Myles was still bewildered as to why he had wet himself in his sleep. He didn't even have problems with bedwetting as a kid. Though addled, the sight of his master's tool mere inches from his face caused his own sheath to engorge once more. His balls protested painfully from their earlier failure to discharge even as his own meager, black maleness inflated to peek out against his fur once more.

Garco indifferently nudged his pet's soaked testicles with a toe, causing the ram to spasm. He was quite satisfied that his attempt to subliminally condition his mate to not be able to hold his urine in his sleep took hold so rapidly. As he stroked his dexterous paw up and down his own pre-slick penis he pondered how much reinforcement it might take to ensure the modification was permanent. The thought caused a wave of euphoria to run down his spine and he emitted a splatter of pre across his slave's snoot and brow. His smooth tail lashed in pleasure as he lecherously watched the watery fluid streak down between Myles' sky-blue eyes and drip off of his muzzle.

"Since when can't you hold it for a couple of hours? I know your cock is pint-sized, but I didn't think that made you a cub," he ridiculed, voice husky and breath becoming ragged as he drew near to his second orgasm of the day.

The rodent's ears folded back on either side of his purple mohawk as he leaned forward and towered over his still bound lover. Bracing one paw against the brickwork behind the shackled slave, he mirrored his earlier pose. Garco's rosy paw was a blur as it rhythmically flourished along his dripping erection with a experienced grace. Immediately following a pleased squeak and a shudder from the vermin, he tensed and expelled his load onto his partner's face. Several pulses of his flush penis expelled thick globules of rat essence and spattered the ram, who had to clench his eyes tightly shut to keep his master's cum from running into them. Huffing with bliss, the dominant fur grinned as he examined his achievement. The shining droplets of spunk glittered against his plaything's sterling fur.

Myles whined, wordlessly begging for his master to pay some physical attention to his undersized and agitated malehood. The rat obliged by dropped to kneel beside the enslaved anthro and gently taking his twitching shaft in one paw. Even the rodent's narrow, pink claws nearly concealed the entirety of the diminutive equipment. Garco drummed his fingers along the rod, which was still wet with urine and fresh pre. The ram wriggled and exhaled sharply as his owner masterfully stroked his length several times.

"Such a small prick," the striped anthro mused nonchalantly, drawing a flustered warmth to his mate's checks and ears. "You're lucky this isn't what I use you for."

His grip tightened and the fondling grew more and more aggressive. Then, just as the bighorn almost reached climax and felt the pressure well up within his groin, the rat swiftly released his member. Myles arched his back and tried force himself to cum, but couldn't get himself over the precipice without further stimulation.

"Oh no, pet. You made quite the mess that needs to be cleaned up," Garco explained as he scoffed at his lover's foiled attempt to climax. He dabbed a sylphlike finger in the pale-yellow puddle between the bound ram's thighs. "So I suppose you'll have to be punished."

Abruptly, Garco grasped his partner's sac and squeezed. Not tightly enough to cause any serious pain, but enough of a surprise to withdraw the randy caprine from the brink of orgasm and cause his little penis to deflate and begin retreating back into its sheath. The submissive fur gave a startled yelp and tensed as his tesitcles were squashed uncomfortably.

"No cumming today," the rat stated definitively.

He then stood and wandered to their nearby crate of toys and withdrew a familiar steel apparatus. Myles exhaled a defeated whimper as his mate returned. With practiced grace, the arrogant vermin effortlessly locked the device in place around his slave's sheath. The subservient ram felt the recognizable pressure and weight of the chastity cage as the thin, metal bars held tight to his crotch, kept in place by a snug ring that wrapped around his the back of his sac. With an audible click the small, sturdy padlock at the top was firmly clasped. The rodent tended to keep the only key on him at all times, so it was nigh-impossible to retrieve without him willingly giving it up.

"I'll unlock you tomorrow...if I feel you deserve it," Garco offered off-handedly as he finally unclasped the captive's gag and set it aside before beginning to undo his wrist cuffs and spreader bar. The words were hollow however, for the ram knew that once the lock was in place, he usually didn't see the key for a very long time. "Wipe up your pee, then you shower off. Leave the plug in until we go to bed, so you can feel me leaking out of you all night like the disgusting whore you are. You're lucky I don't pull it out right now and make you lick it up out of your puddle of piss."

The sheep flexed his jaw and stretched the stiffness from his back and limbs, still too dumbstruck that he had lost control of his bladder in his sleep to form a coherent sentence. If the urine didn't clearly carry his scent he would have assumed that his owner had simply marked him once he had nodded off and blamed him as a way to taunt and degrade him. He was utterly ashamed of himself and with each slight movement that he made the cold dampness in his fur spread and reminded him of what had happened.

Myles got to work and cleaned up the mess left behind by their session- the mess that he had left behind- before joining his master upstairs, tailhole still corked with a large butt plug, to shower off. His embarrassment never subsided as he used copious amounts of shampoo to scrub the stench of stale urine from his fur as best he could. He eventually realized that the wetness had settled into his fur for long enough while he he dozed that the faint amber stain might be blended into his normally creamy groin fluff for several days. The humiliated caprine begrudgingly gave up after nearly half an hour's labor and resigned to having the tell-tale, indistinct yellow smudge around his genitals.

"Wash all of the piss and spunk out of your fur?" Garco teased, standing in the bathroom doorway amidst a cloud of steam as the ram towelled off, paying special attention to ensuring the padlock holding the steel cage to his sheath was dry. It was supposed to be rust-resistant, but the bighorn wanted to take no chances that the key would fail when his rodent master next saw fit to unlock him. The rat had thrown on a pair of tight, black trunks which accentuated his enticing bulge, but nothing else. The sheep slave had to avert his gaze from from where the wiry rodent's torso disappeared into sheer fabric of his underwear, lest he feel the pain of his penis straining against the bars of encasing his sheath.

The caprine blushed furiously at the barb.

"I still can't believe that I did that," he replied, ears lowered in shame. The surprise evident in his wavering voice. "That hasn't ever happened before."

"Yeah. Who could've guessed so much pee could come out of such a tiny cock," the rat said, stepping forward and groping his lover's locked privates before kissing him lightly on the cheek. "Come on; dinner's waiting."

Later that night they climbed into bed together. Garco had stripped stark naked to sleep, as usual, and Myles was clad in a pair of form-fitting white briefs that were comfortable despite highlighting every contour of his rather unimpressive package and the criss-cross of slender bars encasing it.

"Don't pee the bed," the dominant fur joked one last time as they burrowed into the sheets, eliciting another blush from his mate who glanced away in disgrace. Myles was torn between loving the degrading taunts and legitimate humiliation. He looked so cute and puzzled that his rodent master couldn't help but grasp his jaw with a pink paw and guide the caprine's gaze back toward him. He pressed their muzzles together and kissed his lover sensually for several seconds. Garco's tongue darted forward, as nimble as his claws, and demanded entry. The sheep didn't hesitate to part his lips. Their tongues tangled and the smaller, dominant anthro pushed his lover down onto the bed with a gentle shove to his sternum. He pressed his half-hard length against the bighorn's speckled thigh as they made out and noticed his partner's measly penis struggling against its confines and twitching as it leaked a spreading wet patch of pre on the crotch of his tighty whities.

Eventually, the passion of the kiss faded and the duo let the exhaustion from the day's exertions overtake them.

The wickedly cruel rat waited patiently for the soft rise and fall of Myles' chest to even out into a steady rhythm before stealthily fetched a pair of ear plugs and stuffed them unceremoniously into his ears with a devilish smirk. After drumming his fingers on the bedside table to ensure he couldn't hear a thing, he retrieved his phone and found the hypnosis track the he had used earlier and set it to played again through the cell's speaker. He set it to repeat a couple of times so that it would play until the charge died and then moved the volume to low enough that it wouldn't startle his pet awake before he was entranced by its suggestions once more. Hearing the loop once had an immediate impact. If he played it a few more times, maybe, just maybe, the bedwetting would be permanent. Once that had happened, the real fun could begin.

Myles had once confessed to his lover that there wasn't anything that aroused him more than losing complete control. That is what Garco intended to do for him.