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Jake made sure to wake up early the next morning so that he could slip into the Training Room while Michael was still asleep. After quietly sneaking up to the bed the hunky Doberman was resting on, the Overseer was greeted by yet another intensely sexy sight -- which was starting to occur with some frequency since he started hanging around the slave. Sprawled out, laying face up on top of the mattress, slept the horse's best friend -- entirely naked and completely hard. Suddenly, he appreciated whoever set this room up for not including a cover for the bed, which would have made it possible for the slave to cover himself up while unconscious. Instead, the debt-ridden youth was on track to show off his assets around the clock, regardless of how he felt about it.

Watching at his slumbering buddy doze, Jake felt the familiar sensation of his pants beginning to constrict around his crotch. To the Clydesdale, it was an difficult to describe his thoughts regarding the fact that he was about to start his day off with an intensely satisfying orgasm, while the dog would have to jump through several more hoops before he earned his own release. He didn't like to think of himself as someone who experienced a perverse thrill from the idea of his friend enduring long-term frustration and denial while he himself free to achieve instant gratification whenever he wanted. But at the same time, he wasn't genuinely displeased by the situation either. There was no getting around the reality that in a few minutes, only one of the buddies would be contributing to the mess on the mattress that would require a change of sheets.

Quietly, Jake got completely undressed before gently positioning himself beside Michael, careful not to wake the Doberman up until he was ready. Leaning over his friend's always-fully-swollen length, the horse prepared himself to indulge in yet another one of his increasingly kinky fantasies. He had always dreamt about one day waking up his lover with a blowjob, and given the circumstances, it was hard for the burgeoning dominant to pass up the opportunity. In one quick motion Jake took his friend's cock to the root, and instantly followed this up with a fast-paced blowjob, effectively fucking his own face against Mike's member. Conveniently, even fully-knotted the Doberman's cock was compact enough that the horse easily fit the entire package into his mouth. Using this to his advantage, the Overseer allowed his lips to slide over the Mike's knot on each down thrust, until he felt his lips touch the edge of the furry sheath.

Almost immediately, the intense sensation roused the still mostly-drowsy looking dog, who mumbled "Dude!? Fuuuuuuuckkk.... don't... don't stop... that's amazing, dude. But dude...? Are you gonna let me cum? Dude...?"

Trying to hold back from allowing himself to smile around the dick, Jake ignored the ineloquently worded query. 'He needs to learn that not having control means not always getting an answer.'

The Dobie may have started off more asleep than awake, but he quickly pulled himself together at the prospect of getting some relief. "Bud... are you listening, man? I really need to shoot, bro. I'm begging you... I'll suck you off too, dude. Whatever you want. You need a reason for that log-journal-thing, right? Well, let's brainstorm one, right now. We'll figure out something. It'll be easy, man. Like... uhhh... how about if I had to lick up my own cum? That's the kind of stuff they are looking for, right? Come on bud, let's try that. Don't you want to see me clean up my own mess? That's some kinky shit right there, yea?"

As tempted as Jake was to take his friend up on the offer, he realized that it would be a bad idea for a couple reasons. First, it would send the message that some things were open for negotiation, when really the slave should be getting into the habit of simply accepting the terms he was given, as they stood. Second, he knew that Mike would start to dig in his heels a lot harder once the specifics of the photo shoot and website were explained to him. Better than the Doberman be so overcome by lust that he let the little brain between his legs do the lion's share of his thinking for him. Still, it was a good sign that the enslaved twenty-one year old was willing to participate in his own degradation. Once he was more comfortable in his role, Jake would be happy to let the dog brainstorm interesting ways that he might earn a squirt.

Pulling off the slightly over four inch cock, the Clydesdale said in what he hoped came off as a firm, no-nonsense tone of voice, "You're a hot stud, and I wanted to suck your dick. That's all this is, and I want you to stop trying to turn this into something else. I'll let you know when it's time for you to shoot, so you need to just let me take care of things for a while. Like we talked about."

Jake could tell the slave didn't like that answer in the slightest, but to his credit he quietly accepted the fact that no amount of pleading was going to produce a satisfactory end for this unexpected oral attention. Quiet other than a constant series of soft moans and grunts, that is.

After ten minutes more of this, the horse arranged it so that they were both laying on their sides, starring at each other's cocks in a sixty-nine position. Before starting up again on the undersized pole, the Overseer made sure that the submissive got the picture on how this was going to go down, wetting the dog's lips with precum until Michael finally allowed his lips and jaws to be nudged open by a mouthful of horse meat. "That's it, bud. Just like last night. Except this time, I don't want to you spill any of my load, because otherwise someone will have to clean the sheets. You don't want to make some poor janitor do a load of laundry just because you couldn't swallow fast enough, right?" In truth, Jake knew that the odds were heavily against Mike being able to avoid letting his cock make a sizeable mess when it started spewing, but he liked the thought of his friend giving it the old college try, regardless.

As much as the Clydesdale wanted to drag out the mutual blowjob, he knew that he wasn't going to last very long, now that Michael had not only accepted the assignment, but had apparently thrown himself into the task. Jake wasn't sure if the Doberman realized that the sooner the horse came, the sooner this erotic torture would conclude, or if, in his lust fueled mind, he was subconsciously trying to use his buddy's twelve-inch arousal as a surrogate -- as if by getting his friend to cum he too could vicariously benefit some of the exquisite release that Jake would enjoy.

'Poor guy... he's really hasn't actually thought this through. The longer I make him wait, the more he throws himself into trying to please me. He's not even thinking about the fact that this just incentivizes me to give him even fewer orgasms. I was going to let him shoot a couple times a week... but if he's going to treat it like a carrot on a stick, then I should seriously consider scaling back to once every couple weeks. Or hell, even longer. I wonder what he'd offer to do if he'd been kept chaste for two whole months. I'll have to slowly work up to that length of time, though. Maybe I'll let him cum twice this week, then just once next week, and after that he'll have to wait a week and a half, and so on. I bet he starts working as hard to earn an orgasm, not realizing that all the 'good behavior' I'll be praising him for is actually adding days and weeks onto his cum clock. Well... maybe he can learn to start enjoying those fake cumshots a little...'

Whatever the slave's reason, the Overseer was receiving one of the best blowjobs of his life, and so tried to return the favor as well as he could. Jake used every trick in the book: tonguing the dog's piss slit, using his hand to cup and gently roll the Dobie's enlarged balls, squeezing the knot firmly with his free hand, along with any other moves he could recall from the various gay pornos he'd watched over the years.

The logical part of the horse's mind understood that his enthusiastic sucking, licking, stroking, and tugging was, at best, a mixed bag of bliss and agony for the slave. But Jake tried his best to suppress this thought, instead choosing to lose himself in a fantasy where he and his long-time friend were back in high school, exchanging blowjobs behind the gym bleachers during lunch break. The Clydesdale had always held a secret crush for the Doberman, but was too scared of his buddy's reaction to ever make a move. Even that one time years back when they'd watched a prono together on the couch, Jake held himself back from reaching over and taking the dog's red cock in hand, afraid that his advances would be rejected. Never would he have guessed that, one day, Mike would find his ways back into the Clydesdale's life in this way. For the horse, it was turning into everything he had dreamed of as so much more. After all, he had years worth of pent of sexual frustration that now finally had an outlet for release -- right down Michael's throat.

Suddenly, Jake felt himself reach the point of no return. Taking his mouth off his friend's overly-humble dick, he looked over to Michael and hurriedly said "Oh fuck, I'm about to cum dude! It's gonna be an extra big load -- I can feel it! Don't spill a drop and I'll let you cum. But you'll need to gulp it down as fast as you can!"

Later, the horse would mentally acknowledge to himself that he was being a bit cruel by offering up a hoop he knew the dog wouldn't be able to jump through. But at the time the only thing going through the Overseer's head was a burning desire to see Mike put away as much of the flood of jism as he possibly could. And sure enough, the Doberman gave it his best shot, taking the cock as deep into his muzzle as he dared while trying to use his lips to form a watertight seal. Amazingly, as Jake watched on in euphoric silence, for a few moments it looked like the slave was actually about to pull off the impossible challenge. But in the end, the novice cock sucker's inexperienced throat reflexively gagged when the Clydesdale instinctively tried to hump even more of his length into the warm hole, causing some of the semen that had been pooling in the slave's mouth to leak onto to the mattress.

Considering how much cum the Doberman had put away, it was comparatively a very small wet spot. But nonetheless Jake had his pretext for denying the slave his orgasm.

"That was great, Mike. You're really getting good at that. Looks like you didn't quite get it all though. But I don't want you to kick yourself too hard about it. If today's photo shoot goes well you'll be jizzing all over the place come this time tomorrow. Okay bud?"

The visibly disappointed dog could only scowl in response, since his mouth was still occupied by the gradually shrinking horse cock.

"Speaking about the shoot, we need to go over some of the details. But first, grab me a bottled water from the fridge, would you? Oh, and of course you can have one too, if you're thirsty."

It was a pure delight for the now-satisfied Overseer to watch Michael get up, walk naked across the Training Room, and pound out some of his frustration on the fridge's fleshlight locking mechanism. The Doberman was so on edge, that he continued thrusting for a short while even after the door opened, apparently having to exert some willpower to overcome a libido that was convinced it was just a few more strokes for cumming. Once Mike brought to chilled water over and handed it to Jake, the horse made him crawl back in bed before spooning up against his back, resting his saliva and cum covered cock up against the dog's ass cheeks.

Still feeling playful, the Clydesdale couldn't resist draping his right arm across his friend's waist to grip the unsurprisingly still-erect shaft."Comfy, bud?"

"Yea... I guess."

"Mike, I don't mind if you talk somewhat informally to me, because we're friends, but you need to at least say 'sir' at the end. Today your goal should be to use it in every one of your responses to me. Got that?"

"Yes, sir."

"That's it, dude -- perfect." As way of encouraging the slave's acquiescence, Jake started slowly stoking his cock. "Now, you ready to hear about today's photo shoot?"

"Yea... you said something about a guy and a girl? Please tell me I'm going to be on top, dude. I mean, sir."

"Mike, they are taking these pictures with the purpose of selling them. You think anyone wants to see you bury your little tadpole into someone's pussy or ass? I hate to say it, but consumers only want to see hung muscle-men fucking. You definitely fit the bill in the 'muscle' category, but your about as well equipped as a prepubescent teenager, bro. I personally love you just the way you are, but no one's going to pull out their credit card to see you try and fail to get a reaction out of your partner with that baby cock. At least not enough to justify the investment."

"Screw that noise, man! I ain't taking it up the ass, no matter what they say!"

Jake was tempted to move his hand down some and start squeezing the Doberman's nuts until he gave in, but he quickly realized that he wanted the slave obeying out of horny self-interest, rather than out of fear. So, instead of punishing the dog's sack, he simply increased the speed that he was jacking the release-deprived rod. "It's not going to be that bad, Mike, so don't get so melodramatic about it. Besides, I thought you wanted to get off tomorrow? Are you just giving up on that? Like, forever? I'm the only thing stopping these people from putting the remote control for your cock away in some bank despot box for months or years, where it would just sit and collect dust. And the only way I can keep helping you is if you trust me and do what I say. So, this is it, pal. Critical decision time. Do you want the indescribable pleasure of a long overdue climax tomorrow? Or do you want to walk around for the rest of your life with a hard-on that's pretty to look at, but does you absolutely no good. Either way, you getting fucked occasionally is just a part of your new life, now, and it's only as awful as you decide to make it."

Avoiding answering the question directly, Mike replied in a somewhat petulant tone of voice, "Well, who the hell is going to be fucking me? Sir."

Jake had already known that, sooner or later, he would to have to explain to the dog what the next year or more would hold for him. But he also understood that it wasn't going to be easy for the recently enslaved Doberman to accept -- to say the least. Bracing himself for Mike's outraged reaction, the Overseer explained. "The concept behind the shoot is that you tried to seduce some hot young thing, who then invited you over to her house. The only problem is, she's sixteen, not eighteen -- (at least that's the shoot's plot; the actress herself is nineteen ) -- and it's her divorced father's house. Making things worse, he's a cop, and he catches you in the act with your pants down and your dick inches away from penetrating his little princess. Before you realize what's happening, he's got your arms handcuffed behind your back and he's slapping you around a little. Seeing that you're still completely hard, he leaves the room briefly and brings back a box of S&M gear that he and his wife use to enjoy. He kicks his daughter out of her own room, strips you naked, puts a ring gag on you, and fucks your face for a bit. Then he eventually puts it to you... you know... up the butt. All the while he's talking real dirty to you, using pretty graphic language. Finally, you cum, hands free, while he's plowing you. At the end of the shoot, he gives you a choice between him taking you in as a pedophile he caught in the act, or you signing some mysterious contract without getting a chance to read it first. You sign the contact, and so he hands you over to your new employers/owners: An escort service that sends out its male employees under the guise of the being pizza delivery boys. Only, rather than delivering pizza, your actually delivering yourself, and the pizza box is just an empty prop to fool people's nosey neighbors. The company's customers are typically older, single men who don't have the time or energy to date. They call the business who owns your contract to schedule a young guy to come by and get fucked. And since you happened to have signed a legally binding and very restrictive ten-year contract, the cop gets mailed almost all of the money you earn. So you get fucked and he gets paid. Of course, only the first part will be filmed in today's shoot. We'll be scheduling additional sessions with various porn actors, both famous and fresh faces to the scene, to flesh out the rest of the story."

For a couple minutes, Michael was silent as he processed what he had just heard. Jake carried on stroking his cock, hoping it would encourage him to think with his balls, rather than with his head.

At last, the young man spoke, saying "I'm sorry, Jake. I can't do it. I'm not going to be filmed on camera looking like some wanna-be pedophile. I don't care that it's fiction. This is my decision, bro, and I'm saying no. If they don't want to let me get off, well, then there's nothing I can do to stop them, I suppose. But I'm not changing my mind."

The Clydesdale might have tried to strong-arm his friend into submitting, if he thought it would make a difference. But knowing Michael as long as he had, he could tell that his friend had dug his heels in, and coming down on him would only make the Dobie resist harder.

"Okay, I hear you, bud. I'll figure something else out, okay? Like I told you before, the only reason I'm here is to look out for you. You say you can't do it, then you can't do it. I'll cancel the photo shoot and brainstorm something else to offer these guys. Something that you'd be okay with."

"You... mean that?"

"Of course, dude! Like I told you yesterday, sometimes being in control means knowing when to give a little. I know I've been hard on you lately, but that's only because I love you, bro."

Turning around, Michael put his arm around the Clydesdale and hugged him close, resting his head on the horse's chest. In return, Jake couldn't help but let his hand wander before coming to a rest softly on one of the Doberman's ass cheeks.

"It's okay, Mike. I got you."

"... They're going to be pissed, aren't they?"

"Honestly? Yea, they'll definitely be pretty livid. But that'll be my battle to fight. I don't want you worrying about it too much."

"But until it gets sorted... they aren't going to let me get off, huh?"

"Sorry, man. I don't know if it's going to be days or weeks or even longer, but I promise you, if they want to make a dime off you, they're going to have to allow me to let you cum once in a while. Though... there is an alternative we might consider which wouldn't take weeks of renegotiating. If I have a counter proposal in hand, that is, when I tell we aren't doing the shoot as it stands now."

"What alternative? I'll do anything, Jake. Just not that pedo shit."

"The way I see it, the draw of the website is that people will pay a good chunk of cash to see a stud like you dominated and humiliated, right? Well, why come up with up with some bullshit story? I know you don't like hearing it, but you are basically already a slave, due to that contract you signed. So let's make the website about that. We'll tell the agency that the site is going to be about the two of us -- me as the authoritative Overseer and you as the untrained, still semi-noncompliant submissive. The photos and videos will show me putting you through your paces, and you trying to earn a chance to cum. We'll even occasionally let customers who have an active subscription vote on whether they think you've earned the right to get off. That'll make them feel like they're part of the action. Along with being able to suggest ideas for training and punishing you, of course."

"I don't know... that's not exactly my style, bro. I mean, sir."

"Truthfully, if we could get away with a typical porn site, I'd be all for it, Mike. But those things are a dime-a-dozen these days, and it's really unlikely that we would see any kind of return on the Agency's investment. If you had a ten inch cock, then maybe. But all those sites have dozens of actors in their 'stables', and most of them have a good chunk of meat hanging between their legs. You'd be just one guy, with a penis that so small that it basically becomes imperceptible when you hold it in your hand. Who is going to want to pay money to see a jerkoff video where you can't even see the guy's junk? I'm telling, you, we need to go kinky. Let's turn that mini-dick of yours into an asset, rather than a liability."

"... Okay, man. If you think this is the way it needs to go... then I'll trust you... sir."

"Thanks, Mike. I won't let you down. We'll get those nuts of yours drained in no time, you hear? I'm going to go ahead and explain the change of plans to the big wigs. As for you, I want you to go into that cabinet over there, and pull out one of the smaller dildos and some lube. Then, after you shower and use the bathroom, I want you to spend the next couple hours working it slowly up your hole. Once you feel like it's stretched out enough, grab a small butt plug and pop it in for me. Then just leave it there until I get back. And Tiny... if I don't find a plug between those cheeks later when I check in on you, you're in for a serious spanking. I'm for real, bud. I'll bend you over my knee and make your buns feel like they're suffering from one hell of a sunburn. Understood?"

"... Yes, sir..."

"Good. Now kiss my sheath and balls so I can get to work."

Not that Jake let Mike get away with a simple peck of the lips. Feeling his horse cock again growing to its full foot-long glory, the Overseer took advantage of the slave's oral service for the second time that morning, before pulling out at the last second to drench the Doberman's face in cum.

'He's about to shower anyway.' the Clydesdale reasoned to himself.

---

"You're telling me we flew down two well-known porn stars and put them up in a nice hotel for nothing? I got to tell you, Mr. Parker. That isn't exactly a great start." Sitting in Mile's office, Jake could tell that the usually genial cheetah was extremely irritated at the news. However, he'd expected this reaction and so had already planned on how to handle the Chief Operations Officer's displeasure.

"I appreciate what this is costing you, Mr. Aric, but once I walk you through my thinking and my counter proposal, I'm confident that you'll agree with me that I made the best possible decision, given the circumstances"

Speaking from the other side of his pricey, cherry wood desk, the business man said "Okay, lay it on me. What's your game plan?"

"To be straight forward about it, Mike would have made a terrible actor. He just wouldn't have been able to pull off the cocksure, arrogant persona we were going to be counting on. Asking him to act confident and cocky while forcing him to accept how little control he actually has over his circumstances was simply going produce low quality material. As an alternative, I recommend we just let Mike be Mike. Let's do a website dedicated to his gradual immersion in S&M kinks and culture. We'll catch all of his first-time reactions and responses as we introduce new training and punishment sessions. You name it, and we'll be recording it and letting people pay out the nose to watch more than the first few minutes, which we'll let them stream or download for free. Just to throw out a few session titles off the top of my head in no particular order: 'Tiny Gets Fucked', 'Tiny's Sounding', 'The Fisting of Tiny', 'Tiny the Toilet', 'Tiny Gets His Balls Spanked', 'Tiny Almost Earns a Cum', 'Tiny Visits a Gloryhole', 'Tiny Takes it From Both Ends', 'Tiny's All-Day Jerkoff Marathon', 'Tiny Gets Pierced', 'Tiny's Doctor Gives Him a Checkup'. And those are just the ones that are immediately jumping out to me. I'm telling you, if we go this route, the videos will be higher quality and more authentic. And the best part is, Mike is already willing to give it a shot."

"I admit... you're beginning to intrigue me. Tell you what, Jake. Sketch me out a proposal and an outline, and I'll take a look. We might be able re-purpose the majority of the current website's back-end and frame work, and just re-skin the site with new art assets and messaging. Just one question though -- who is going to be cast in the role of Tiny's dominant for all of these scenes you've brainstormed?"

"I was thinking of handling it myself."

"Well, you got the right look for it. And the size difference between your two love muscles is sure to play well for this type of genre. But there's still a few hurdles we'll need to overcome. First, while you got some good instincts for someone who has never been an Overseer before, you're too green to run some of these scenes on your own. I mean, for example, do you even know the first thing about sounding a not-entirely-willing guy's dick?"

"Not at this time, but I was planning on doing some reading."

"Yea, that doesn't work for me. So we'll be pairing you up with some other, seasoned dominants who know their stuff. We'll even make it part of the site's draw. Tiny will be learning how to be a well behaved little puppy, and you'll be learning the ropes on how to be an effective Master. We'll even play up how unfair and cruel life can be, filming you driving your shiny new car in to work, drinking some overpriced coffee. Then we'll cut to Tiny and show him strapped down to his bed, getting plowed by an automatic fucking machine. I want you to find some pictures of the two of you in middle school and high school -- just hanging out and being pals. Then, right beside those, we'll put some really raunchy photos where he's heavily bound, gagging on your cock. And actually, right there's the theme to our new website. The juxtaposition and comparison between your two lives. You're free... he's not. You're his dominant... he's your submissive. You're hung... he's tiny. You got it made... he doesn't get paid. You drink expensive coffee... he drinks piss. You sleep in a luxury apartment... he sleeps strapped to a mattress. You get off whenever and however you want... he's perpetually horny and cums once in a blue moon. You get pampered by professional masseuses... he gets his balls spanked for talking back. You wear fashionable clothing... he's always naked and hard. When you want to be left alone, you turn off your cell phone... when he takes a dump, anyone in the world can watch if they like. But this brings me to the second problem we'll need to address."

"What's that?"

"You still haven't signed the contract I gave you. Which, now that I think about it, you can just shred since it needs to be rewritten now anyway. We'll also need to get Tiny to sign a new contract too."

"I thought you already had him dead to rights? If that's not the case, I'll be happy to take my friend and go. That's the only reason I'm here, after all"

"Calm down, ace. Yea, he's basically ours, as evidenced by all that specialized surgery we performed on his crotch. But having a website that explicitly labels someone as an unconsenting sex slave is murky legal water, to say the fucking least. So, to bulletproof our asses from a legal standpoint, we need him to sign another contract which explicitly states that he volunteers for this, and accepts all the risks and requirements placed upon him, until his contract term with us runs out. After which point, the contract will designate you as his legal guardian, including granting you power of attorney to make decisions for him. I'll have my team draft up a new document for you to get him to sign. And you'll have to sign it too, as a witness that the new contract was explained fully to him, including the part where he is under no obligation to sign it."

"I don't think he's going to jump at the chance to sign another contract with you guys, considering what happened the last time."

"Tough shit. You tell him we're done playing footsies with him. He either plays ball, or he loses his balls. The parameters of the original contract extend far enough for us to have him castrated. So if he gives you any lip, let him know that I got Doctor Stone on speed dial, who's ready and willing to make him a few ounces lighter. Oh, and in case he's curious, we'd be replacing his real balls with those artificial ones that pump out fake cum. And since he'll still be erect all the time, there's nothing stopping us from just going with the original website idea. He doesn't need a working cock to get fucked or to squirt out fake goop for the camera, after all."

"Hey, I get that your aggravated, but let's not go overboard here. I'll get him to sign it. If he rolls over easy, great. If not, I'll offer to trade his signature for an orgasm."

"Sounds like a plan. Though, I am curious... if he signs it without you having to twist his arm off or offer him the carrot, you still planning on letting him spew?"

"I hadn't really thought about it. But I suppose, no, I'd prefer not to. We need things to start off on the right foot, and that means I need his boner setting his priorities. If letting him get off is the only way I can get him to sign, fine, but it would be better for him in the long run to stay pent up for a while longer."

"See, I knew you had the attitude to be a success in this business. All right, I'll give my legal and web teams their new marching orders, and you start drafting up that new content outline. Time to make Tiny a star!"

"Speaking about new content... there's actually a few additional changes I'd like made to Mike's room..."