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After passing out from the exhaustion brought on by the wild sexual encounter he had, the teenage collie had dreams of the same. Some moments, even while dreaming, were ecstatic while others were frightening and made him whimper in his sleep. Eventually though, he awoke to find everything around him very dark. It was much cooler in the room and when he had fallen asleep, and the reality of his situation slowly materialized.

Davey tried to look around, but he soon realized his eyelids were stuck together. He brushed his face off, and knew right away it was all dried cum. After he finished rubbing his eyes clean, he rested his paws on his lap. Now able to look around freely, he noticed things about the room that he hadn't when he come in the first time. There was a flat tv on the wall only slightly narrower than he was tall, and to the side, he could see a door leading to an outside patio.

"There's my exit", he whispered to himself as he crawled across the bed to the door. His paw felt something warm though as he tried to move to the door. Bringing his paw back, he realized it was the horse from earlier that day, and what he had just put his paw on was his hard cock.

How that man could be hard again boggled the pup's brain, but he had a goal. He was going to get back to the bridge and share his earnings with the rest of the family, but when he thought about his money, he realized the stallion never paid him. That equine managed to screw him in yet another way, and the horse seemed less attractive as these realizations manifested.

'First thing first', he reasoned. Looking around for his clothes, he searched the floor. To his shock and confusion, he didn't find a single thing on the floor. Nothing besides a chain that came from one of the heavy bed posts, the same chain that traveled to Davey's neck, secured by a loose fitting collar.

'How did I miss this?' he thought as he felt the collar with his paws. Thankfully, the bondage wasn't absolutely uncomfortable, but that didn't matter much at the moment. He was still collared, and his paw found a metal lock which he was sure would keep him from unbuckling the collar.

The next thing the collie tried to do was take the collar off his head like one would do with the brim of a shirt, but it didn't prove loose enough for him to do that. It didn't stop the young dog from struggling though as he started to breathe harder. "Please, come off," He said aloud as he pulled on the collar as hard as he could.

Next thing he knew, he lost his grip and yelped out from a sudden stinging pain on his ear. He brought his paw to the pain and discovered that he accidentally cut himself with one of his claws. In his noisy whining and hyperventilating panic, he didn't notice the horse was awake until he was sitting up in bed.

"Awww, what's the matter pet?" he groaned as he rubbed his eyes.

"What is this?" Davey demanded while spittle flew out his mouth. He was snarling and bearing his teeth, wanting more than anything to escape and run out that door, caring little that he was dirty and nude.

The equine just stood up, seeming only concerned as he approached the teen. He picked the puppy up and lay him belly down on the bed, pinning Davey's whole body down. With his thrashing subdued, the collie started to whine more. He felt the horse naked on top of him again.

"Please mister," he sniffed. "I don't want you in me again."

"D'aww," The stallion cooed and stroked the collie's head fur to calm him down. It helped, and the little one's ears just splayed back, one of them painfully so "Is that what you're so upset about. Were you afraid I was going to rape you?"

"Yes."

"Don't worry your little head. I'm not going to hurt you. Ok?" When the collie didn't respond he started to dig into a nearby dresser drawer. "Alright, I'm going to let you go, but first I'm going to put a muzzle on you. It's to make sure you behave. Are you ready?"

After a long silence, he asked the question again. Davey didn't want to be pinned down anymore and agreed to have the muzzle put on him. The leather device was sheathed over his own muzzle and pulled back until he couldn't open his mouth more than a couple centimeters, and a long strap was laid over the bridge of his nose and brought back to the nape of his neck where it was secured to the collar. A tear trickled down the pup's face as another strap was secured under his chin.

The stallion lifted Davey up as he stood. "What happened here?" the Horse asked rhetorically as he touched the weeping cut on the pup's ear. Davey's whine told him it hurt and the equine excused himself, leaving Davey in the room all by himself, chained to the bed.

The pup held onto the chain and waited the other's return, his heart beat slowing down from a few minutes ago. He idly felt the muzzle and moved his jaw around the little bit he could. He was glad it was nice and cool in the room since he couldn't pant with the straps on.

The stallion came back with some bandages and peroxide, and he sat down next to the pup to treat him. As he got to work on the cut, Davey carefully asked him something.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Heath."

Davey chuckled, "Like the candy bar?"

"Yeah, just like it, and if I'm not wrong, you must be Davey." Heath smiled.

"But how did you know?" The puppy wondered.

"I'll tell you only if you promise not to be sad."

Davey nodded and sat close to Heath as he explained something extraordinary. It seemed their meeting wasn't coincidental. No, the horse planned on meeting the collie that day and in that way. Davey's family felt their hunger more than they did their ties to one another, and his father secretly had his first son auctioned and sold.

"I had to keep bidding on you, and it turns out the only thing keeping you out of the paws of some drug lord was a few thousand dollars. They said I overpaid, but it was all worth it for you to be spared the hardship." As he said this, the collie grew ever more sunken.

"It's not true! It's not funny. My family would never do that. You're a liar!" Tears were pouring down his face now, and Heath only brushed them off and looked into his eyes.

"It's not a lie, and the sooner you understand, the better you'll be. You said you wouldn't be sad."

The puppy's crying only continued though. "How can you say that? 'Don't be sad or anything, but I just want you to know you were sold to slavery'."

To Davey's horror, Heath only nodded and smiled. "I'm glad you get it," he said in a satisfied tone. "Mmm, I'm hungry. How bout you? Could you use a little midnight snack?"

'How could he think a food at a time like this?' Davey thought, but he couldn't deny he was starving. He got up to follow Heath into the kitchen, but he yipped when he felt the collar restrain him.

"Heh, you stay here, I'll bring it back." A few minutes passed, and he came back with two bowls that smelt of chicken and celery soup. Heath removed the collie's muzzle and set one of the bowls on the floor. There was just one problem: No spoon.

"Can I have something to eat this with?" Davey asked politely.

The horse only pointed to the bowl with his spoon. "You're a feral. That's all you need right there." Davey didn't argue and got down on the floor on his paws on knees, and started to eat his meal. He felt pressure on his head though, and before he could say anything, he saw that Heath's hoof was on his head, making him push his face into his food and issue a whimper.

After making the puppy's face covered in soup, he removed his hoof and looked down at him and smiled. "Aww, you made a mess. That's no good. I'll clean you up." He knelt down in front of the collie's face and pointed his still hard shaft to the puppy's face, wiping some of the sauce onto his prick and presenting it to the canine lips. Davey's ears pinned down.

"Why are you so mean to me?"

"What? I'm not so mean. I wouldn't hurt you." The collie just have him an incredulous expression. "You didn't even thank me for cleaning out your ear while you were asleep. I'm sure you feel better without all that cum in your ear canal."

When he said that, Davey knew he was really cared for. It was true. He could have been left there and have an earload of cum till it dried out in the morning. He could be eating nothing at all instead of the broth from a horse's cock. He could be under the bridge, dividing a hunk of bread between him and his brother where they would both ultimately feel more hungry than before.

He felt the tip press against his lips and he licked it clean so that it could be drug across his face to gather more of his meal. "When you bought me, where did the money go?"

Heath stopped momentarily. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, Dad needed money, and that's why he sold me, right? So how much of that money did he get?"

"Oh, I think after the auction's cut, he got a substantial sum. They're alright now."

Davey began to think being enslaved might have actually been the best thing that happened to him and his family. His family because now they were better off, and him because he now serves a wonderful fur. He looked into those indigo eyes again and smiled. "I love you, Master."

The shocking change of heart had only an instant to savor as the collie reached out and took hold of the stallion dick. He wiped his face off with the tip and fervently licked it off, paying particular attention to the cum slit, which by this time was dribbling a healthy bit of pre. His master's pleased moans only drove him on as he crawled forward and took that cock further and further into his mouth.

For his efforts, he got a 'good boy', a pat on the head, and two hands forcing his face further down the vein covered meat shaft. The stretching of his throat made him cringe, but the canine still found he could run his pallet across the hard horse rod. Inside the warm passage, pre trickled down the collie's throat, only to be cleared a moment later when Heath decided to start fucking the puppy's face.

"Oh yeah, feel my fucking fat cock clean your pipes out" His thrusts made the puppy's throat convulse, so Heath decided to back out and let him breathe. The collie was glad to have the air and blushed.

"Thanks, I think much longer and I would have actually puked."

"Heh, yeah. I'd like to get a lot more food in you before you start doing that." The horse starts to jerk himself off. "Put your nose back in the bowl," he commands. The collie drops his muzzle back into the bowl and stays still while the stallion shoots globs of warm jizz into his hair, matting it down in places, and in other places running down his face. Amazingly, none actually lands in the puppy's food.

Davey then feels a hand lifting his chin back up and sees the flared tip at the end of his muzzle. He takes his cue and licks it clean while the other milks his last bit onto the soft canine tongue. He swallows it eagerly because it's his owner's cum, and his owner wants it in his stomach.

"I hope you liked that," Heath began, "There is a lot more in store for you. You are so much more beautiful when you're covered in male seed." This made the collie blush and he lowered his muzzle into his tasty dinner once more to finish. This was the first time in a while he'd had nearly enough to eat, and it made him happy. He was ready to accept these events, and he was ready to know more about his stallion owner.