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Six Months Later

Big Red smirked at me as I played with his cock. I loved teasing it in the mornings before we headed out to work. Using my hands and mouth I'd bring him to the edge over and over until the big rottweiler lost his patience and, overcome with lust, flipped me over in our shared bed and fucked me so hard it rattled my teeth.

But based on his current indulging smile, that breaking point was still a good fifteen or twenty minutes away. For now, the canine was more than happy to let me play.

"Daddy's cock taste good, boy?" he asked, his tone neutral but I knew perfectly well what the man expected to hear.

"Yes, daddy," I said, tone respectful and with a genuinely happy smile. "Puppy loves how daddy's cock tastes," I confirmed before running my tongue across the stalk from knot to tip.

He nodded, knowing this would be my answer but still pleased to hear it.

"And does puppy like how daddy's cock feels when I push it down your throat and up your ass?"

This time I squirmed a little before answering. I didn't like lying to Daddy Big Red, but I knew that he wanted to hear how great it felt to have the well hung dog knot fuck me between my cheeks or how I loved to choke on his leaky pole. But since pleasing daddy was the most important thing I could imagine, I knew what I had to say.

"Oh yes, daddy. Puppy loves when you bounce him in your lap. Especially when daddy uses extra lube and takes his time."

Hearing this, Big Red gave a low growl which made my ears fall flat against my head in fear.

"Puppy, we've talked about this. Good boys don't beg for more lube and they don't ask their daddy's to slow down. Are you really trying to earn another spanking right before you leave for work?"

I whimpered at the prospect, and hurriedly licked the brown and black dog's cock to appease his growing anger. Swollen cockhead pressed between my lips I mumbled, "No, daddy, sir. Puppy's sorry."

Big Red huffed at my response, not exactly pleased but also no longer on the precipice of tanning my rear.

I worked on daddy's cock for a few minutes longer before he spoke up again saying, "Go ahead and get in position four, pup. Daddy wants your throat."

Before moving into position, I gave daddy a big happy smile. But the smile is a lie because I hate position four. Not only does position four give Daddy Big Red complete access to my throat, it also lets daddy lick and rub my tiny boy package.

Because puppy sluts like me aren't allowed to cum, it's super duper frustrating to have daddy's long strong tongue rub all over my needy boy balls. Sometimes I get so frustrated that I can't help but beg my rottweiler dad to let me cum, which always means a firm spanking in addition to whatever other behavioral corrections my canine hunk decides. Though, in position four begging is not really an issue since daddy's big cock makes it tricky to breath let alone talk.

I can tell daddy is eager to get started so I move into position quickly, spreading out over the bed with chest facing the ceiling and my head draped down over the edge of the mattress. I open my mouth, ready for my doggy daddy.

"Wider," Big Red instructs, hooking a thumb behind my teeth and tugging. I move to comply but it still isn't good enough for daddy. "No, boy. Wider." I try again, harder this time. My jaw is already burning and we've only just started. I really hate position four.

It takes less than a second for daddy to cram every inch of himself including his knot into my mouth. I wretch something fierce and Big Red tisks at the sound. My eyes water as I try extra hard not to make any more sounds which might displease daddy. The comforter is clenched tightly between my paws but I'm a good boy so I keep my hands down at my side and away from the rottweiler's hips.

Daddy doesn't move for a long time, deciding instead to see if I've gotten any better at holding my breath. As the long seconds tick by and I struggle to stay still and calm, Daddy Big Red leans over to examine my bound package.

As of three months ago it's now encased in metal instead of plastic. The structure of the metalic frame had four locks built into it but they've all been filled with melted metal shavings and made useless, ensuring my puppy package stays permanently safe and secure. Daddy filled two of the keyholes up himself and I did the other two, sobbing all the while as the canine looked on.

My balls are still totally exposed which is for the best because daddy likes to suckle on them when I'm being rewarded or punished. It's strange because it doesn't really feel much different when Big Red is sucking them to reward me rather than punish me. I asked daddy about this once and he explained that this wasn't a good question for a polite boy to ask. And then he spanked me extra hard so I'd know not to ask that question again.

Daddy's sucking them now but I'm not sure if it's to punish me or reward me. Maybe both? Because it feels so amazingly good while at the same time being indescribably frustrating. Daddy's mouth on my privates feels like my own private heaven but at the same time the too-tight cage feels terrible on my knot and weiner.

I asked daddy once why he didn't have to wear a chastity cage and he just laughed harder than I'd ever seen him laugh before. He laughed so hard that he cried, which made me laugh too even though I didn't get the joke.

Daddy Big Red then sat me on his lap and explained, "Real men need to cum regularly for a few different reasons, boy. First and most importantly, because it feels good. And big strong daddies like me deserve to feel good, right? Second, because it helps daddy concentrate. If I get too pent up it's hard to think and we both need me extra sharp so I can make good decisions for the two of us. Third, it's important for maintaining good mental and sexual health. You see, daddy needs to shoot big loads into your stomach and up your tush to stay happy. Being blue balled is fun from time to time, but only as the exception and only when I'm in the mood. It'd drive me crazy if I was horny all the time, yeah?"

Daddy bounced me on his knee and asked me if that explanation made sense. I told him it did but then I frowned. Spotting this, Big Red asked me what was on my mind.

Speaking softly and mumbling a bit from embarrassment, I told him I wanted to cum like daddy did. I mumbled about being horny all the time and how much my balls ached. To daddy's credit, he listened real well and let me get everything out, including the tears I shed as I whined about how long it'd been since I last came and about how awful the metal cage felt on my privates.

When I was done complaining and had finally cried myself out, daddy explained.

"The thing to understand is, a puppy's weiner is fundamentally different than a real man's cock. For example, it's a good thing for my cock to get hard, to fuck, and to cum. On other hand, it's bad for boys like you to get a stiffy or to squirt. That's why we've locked your little boy part away and ensured it stays nice and small. Now, that's enough on this topic. How about you slide down between daddy's knees and give him a big wet kiss as a thank you for keeping you soft and secure."

I love daddy's Big Red but secretly I don't think it's very fair that we play with his cock all the time while my would-be stiffy stays locked away and frustrated. I once more gag on the powerful man's tool as he begins to piston fuck my throat. I stare at the large dog's sack as it swings back in forth, the dense orbs occasionally hitting my nose. Likewise, daddy's nose is pressed against my sack as he licks and sucks on them.

Sometimes I get to suck on Daddy Big Red's balls too, but I'm only allowed to do it if he tells me to. Usually this is when he's drinking his coffee or reading the newspaper, though sometimes it's when we're watching a movie. I find this a bit frustrating because that means I often times don't get to see the end of movies that we watch together on the couch.

An hour into the movie I'll be on the edge of my seat, a pillow gripped tightly between my hands because I'm so excited to see what happens next. Then out of the corner of my eyes, I'll see daddy's heavy balls "accidentally" slip out of his boxers. Sometimes I'll try to ignore them, to pretend I didn't see them, but Daddy Big Red will clear his throat to get my attention.

Unable to help myself, I give the canine my best puppy dog eyes but his expression always stays firm and insistent. Still gripping my pillow, I scooch closer and lean down, taking his warm sack into my muzzle as I begin to gently worship his pouch as I've been taught. At this point I can usually still see the TV screen but this doesn't help because daddy then pulls a thick blanket over me which covers my whole body completely. It's super dense which means, not only can't I see anything, but all movie dialogue is reduced to incomprehensible mumbling. Following along with the plot in these circumstances becomes completely impossible.

Under the blanket it's hot and dark and everything smells like daddy as I lick and suck, his balls popping in and out of my mouth as I roll my tongue around them. Daddy's Big Red gets hard too but I'm not suppose to pay any attention to it as it rests against my face, my nose filling with its scent. Though sometime the lustful man will break his own rule as he takes my head in his strong hands and guides my mouth down on his straining manhood.

When this happens, if I work really, really hard I can get daddy off in a hurry and catch the very last minutes of the movie. But this is rare and usually when Daddy Big Red lets me out from under the blanket the movie credits are already rolling. This makes me sad because the rottweiler never watches the same movie twice which means I'm unlikely to ever see any of the many movie endings I've missed over the months.

I really love my big hunky daddy but living under his roof with his rules can be so frustrating at times. The metal chastity cage, the brutal way he fucks me, movie time, that I'm always the one doing all the household chores, and the fact that a single word of complaint from me usually results in a spanking so hard my aching tush hurts for the rest of the week. But even though daddy drives me crazy sometimes, I could never dream of leaving him.

He's my everything and I know he loves me too. I can see it in the hungry look he gives me as he pushes himself under my tail. And I can feel it in the way he cuddles me close while we're lying in bed. Sometimes daddy even says the words "I love you", though it's usually right before a spanking when I'm shivering in fear and he's trying to comfort me about what's to come.

What's funny is that daddy was straight before he met me. Though, I suppose he's still sort of straight. He said the first time he laid eyes on me, he knew he had to have me. Even now Daddy Big Red doesn't consider himself gay or even bi. He still dates and even occasionally brings girls over, which makes me extremely jealous but I know better than to complain.

When daddy does bring a lady friend over, he always pushes me into the bedroom closest. Then he gives me a hard look so I remember to stay quiet before he shuts the door. The door has angled slats which let me look out as the dog brings the girl in with an arm around her waist, nuzzling her neck as whispers sweetly to her. Daddy says he cums bigger loads up their pussy when he knows I'm watching.

Since they're always taken aback by his size and girth, Daddy Big Red spends the first few minutes going down on them with his pants still on, tonguing their girly place until they're moaning with need. This part always makes me squirm in place in the pitch black closet. Daddy tongues the girls just like he tongues me and they love it just like I love it. My stiffy tries to grow in its cage but it's pointless because my penis is weak and the cage is strong.

The canine eventually shows the women what he's packing and they usually get nervous here. But daddy is ready with his sweet words and seductive caresses, his hands rubbing their inner thigh as his thumb brushes against their well tongued girly place. When they've settled down, he lays down on the bed and lets them "get a taste". He keeps his hand on the back of their neck so he can guide them to where they need to be. A few try to talk some more at this point but daddy just smiles at them as he gently pulls them down into his lap.

Unlike me, the rottweiler let's them work at their own pace. Also unlike me, no matter how inpet their performance he always moans and tells them what a great job they're doing. Because I know for a fact that if I sucked his Big Red that poorly, I'd get a spanking I'd not soon forget. Most often they don't even try to run their tongue over his angry red knot which is one of daddy's favorite things when it comes to getting a blowjob. And I don't think I've seen a single girl slip their tongue down into daddy's sheathe like I do every morning before work.

He lets this continue for a good fifteen minutes or so. Long enough that they've calmed down but not so long that their jaws are hurting too much. Having gone down on daddy for hours at a time, I roll my eyes at their pathetic lack of stamina. The lazier girls will sometimes switch halfway from using their mouth to using their breasts. Daddy's fine with this but if they aren't using their mouth to suck on him, he makes them talk dirty. If they don't know what to say, he feeds them lines which he makes them repeat, word for word. They blush as he makes them speak adoringly about how good he tastes and how big he is.

Then the large dog lays them down on the bed where he had just been laying and tells them that it's "his turn to be on top". He doesn't phrase it as a question and doesn't wait for permission as he gently moves them into place. Here I actually feel a twinge of sympathy for the stupid man-stealing girls because I remember how hard it was to take daddy the first time. But my sympathy is muted because on date nights like this Daddy Big Red always produces a big bottle of lube which he gets the girls to smear all over his raging hardon. Usually the only lube daddy lets me use is my own spit. These girls have it so easy.

I don't want to talk about what happens next because it makes me extra super jealous. Sometimes I look away for parts of the action but being so close there's no way I can block out the sounds. By the end of the night, everyone has cum but me and all I get for my trouble is a load of dirty laundry to clean and a hungry daddy who wants me to cook up a late night snack. And that's only if the girls leave right after. Sometimes they spend the night and I have to stay in the closet all the way until sometime the following morning.

The only silver lining is that daddy doesn't have girls over too often. Usually just once every other week or so. Which means that all the times in between, it's my responsibility as his wolf puppy to take care of his needs. On an average day, the dog needs to get off at least three times. Once in the morning, once when he gets home from work, and once more right before we go to bed. But if he's in a particularly randy mood, he may cum five or six times or demand an extra long edging session.

I've been daddy's puppy almost half a year now so I'm an expert when it comes to knowing what he likes. I can tell when Big Red wants to get off quick just like I can spot when daddy wants to be slowly teased and edged. On Saturday mornings, the rottweiler usually wants to take his time, gradually building up to a mighty orgasm only to have me pull him back again and again. Whenever I'm edging Daddy Big Red, his massive tool produces so much precum that I can almost feel it sloshing around in my stomach.

If he squirts an especially large batch of the clear liquid over my tongue I'll stop and show him, holding open my muzzle so he can see how much he's feeding me. If he nods, that means I'm suppose to get back to work. But sometimes he'll make a little circular motion with his finger and that means I'm suppose to move tongue around so he can watch me get a real good taste.

I frequently leak precum too but daddy isn't interested in that. Except for the times when he's teasing my boy balls, Big Red doesn't pay my chastised package any attention at all. Early on, when I was still wearing the pink plastic cage that could be unlocked, I use to beg daddy to take it off and jerk me off. Almost always he'd simply ignore me but just one time he actually stopped and started looking around for the key, which I'd never actually laid eyes on myself.

After ten minutes of searching around the bedroom, me quivering on the bed with anticipation at what pleasure the evening might hold for me, Big Red got a confused look on his face and rubbed his neck in uncertainty.

"That's really strange...," he said, his voice so low I could barely make out the words. "Didn't I have that key stored in the drawer? Or maybe it was in the cupboard?"

Then something extremely odd happened because daddy got a far-away look in his eyes. He spent the next several minutes staring at nothing in particular, not moving and not responding to my hesitant questions. But the strangest thing was the tapping.

Daddy's strong fingers drummed a beat onto the bedside table that only he could hear. At least, that was true at first. As he stood by the table, his fingers drummed against the wood in a repeating pattern that was giving me a headache.

A confusing series of images flashed before my eyes and I blinked rapidly in a failed attempt to make them go away. I saw... dicks. Cock after cock after cock. I saw them get hard and I saw them wilt, covered in recently spent cum. I saw them press into my mouth and glide over over my lips. I saw big cocks, small cocks, and modest cocks. Veined and smooth. Young and old and belonging to all sorts of species. I saw a fat horse cock spew a fountain's worth of jizz all across my face and onto the floor. They appeared and vanished in time with the beat of Big Red's fingers. There must have been hundreds of them.

I don't know how long daddy and I stared off into space before he the drumming eventually stopped. Daddy looked at his large hand in confusion before shaking his head to clear his mind. I too felt the trance break and then we were both looking at each other.

Then the canine smiled playfully at me and said, "Pup sluts don't cum, they make other men cum. Now get over here and get down on this meat."

My hopes, which had been soaring so high just moments before, were crushed. Don't get me wrong, I adore going down on daddy. The way he moans... the looks he gives me... the way he rubs my ears as I lick and suck. But it can't be fair that he gets off whenever he wants, day after day, and all I get is teased and frustrated. It just can't be. ...Right?

This is what I thought about as I lay in position four, arms at my side, head hanging down, with Big Red pounding away at my sore throat over and over. Daddy moaned as he slurped my caged boyhood, his long tongue working over and around the metal frame as he slurped at my dully aching balls. His saliva goes everywhere, including down the ruined keyholes which are now permanently and forever closed. Despite being straight, the canine readily admits to being addicted to this particular flavor. He says he loves the taste of a needy pup and that it's his job to make sure I'm the neediest pup on the planet.

Unable to help myself, I moan too but the sound is muffled by daddy's huge cock. That's when I feel it twitch in my throat and I know that he's once more filling me with his seed. Once more daddy gets to cum while I stay pent up and needy. As he cums, he licks my package even harder. Losing myself in the moment, I close my eyes and try to imagine how good it would feel to get to shoot my load like that.

But as I swallow and squirm, I find I can't concrete on what my stiff pup cock would look like if it squirted its seed. Instead, for a moment all I can see in my mind's eye is a giant horse cock bouncing in the air as it lets loose stream after stream of extra thick cream. And all I can taste and smell is daddy's release, even as my own is denied. And all I can hear is far away war drums, beating the rhythm which controls my life.

In the corner of the ceiling the well-hidden camera that I'm not allowed to think about captures daddy's climatic use of me in ultra high definition. I feel compelled to wave to the camera as Daddy Big Red shoots his thick load down my throat. And when a see a tiny red light on the device blink rapidly on and off, I know that whoever is on the other end of the camera is somewhere out there, waving back.

As the rottweiler huffs and pants, coming down from his orgasm, my phone chirps at me from across the room in reminder of the appointment I have this evening. I lay there patiently as daddy's cock slowly wilts in my throat and I think to myself that for some reason Fridays always feel extra busy. Then I moan again as the large canine resumes licking my long abstinent package. I really hate position four.