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Chapter Four of Early Retirement

Written by: Blackstone Editing assistance by: saintajax33 , Guri , Slothdog , and Teiran

Standing in his "Alpha's" front yard, getting doused with a hose for the second time in one day, Chris could only stand there and allow the cold water to spray all over him. Tethered to a large wooden post by a steel chain, the pitbull tried to keep his face passive even as the bull grinned and winked at him.

After giving a loud, impressed sounding whistle, Alpha called out, "Whew boy! You're leaking jizz something fierce back there. I must have bred you right proper, eh? Bet you're still feeling it. Anyhow, grab those cheeks of yours and spread 'em for me. Let's try and wash that soggy hole a bit for ya."

Face flushing hot with shame, the canine turned around and did the best he could to spread his cheeks with his rounded leather mitts, despite the bitter chill of the water running up between his buns. It's not that Chris particularly wanted to let the man see the puckered flesh he'd just stretched and conquered. But he did have a strong desire to stop leaking bull cum down his legs. Part of him couldn't believe how much seed his kidnapper had managed to shoot inside him.

The worst part was, even after getting off the dog's erection was still poking out insistently. It embarrassed him to death, but the bull was clearly pleased. He'd already cracked a few comments since joining the boy in the yard that made Chris dread what was to come.

Things like, "She's a real beaut, ain't she? I'm really gonna miss seeing her when we pack her away." and "I bet you're use to playing with that thing two or three times a day, yeah? Talk about being spoiled."

Instead of arguing or demanding answers, the pitbull just ground his teeth and tried to keep his cool. Now that the Master was fully dressed again, there was something about trying to talk while naked in front of a clothed, strong man that made the former office worker keep his mouth shut.

Of course, his silence only invited the man to talk about whatever subjects crossed his mind. Which for the last few minutes had mostly related to his puppy's hole.

"You know, I was thinking during my shower, we really do fit together well, don't you think? And I don't just mean how I fit in you... though, I do love how your rear was gripping my cock earlier, pup. But what I'm trying to say is, we're good together and -- Hey, arms up, let me get at your pits -- and I truly believe this is going to work out for the best. I'm not just saying that, neither. It's my firm opinion that this is the best situation for you. You were in a pretty sad state when you showed up at my door. Anyway, that's just a thought I had that I wanted to share. Okay now, hands off your crotch. This'll be a bit cold..."

Attempting, unsuccessfully, to ignore the big bull, Chris looked about the yard as the bitter cold spray of the hose sapped heat from his crotch along with the rest of his body.

This place... it'd be almost picturesque if it wasn't owned and maintained by a crazy person, the canine considered. Spreading out on in all directions as far as the eye could see, the property was expansive with the two story house overlooking the grass, trees, and --

With a surprised yip, Chris turned his attention back to the man whose hand was now resting on his right buttocks, the bull's fingers rubbing across his recently pummeled rear entrance. With his other hand the man undid the chain on the post. Alpha then used that chain to firmly pull the pup by his collar towards the front porch.

As they walked, the bovine kept talking, saying "I ordered this chastity device years ago as an impulse buy. Never really suspected I'd get to put it use. Good thing you're not too spectacularly sized or it would have been a complete waste. If anything, it might end up being a tad loose on you, but it should do its job just fine."

The pitbull knew he hadn't had any luck up to now changing the bull's mind about, well, anything, but the lad felt he had to speak up before things went from bad to worse.

Trying to come off as sincerely respectful, Chris asked, "Is that really necessary, Master Alpha? I mean, if I get too horny I'll just be walking around with a bad attitude all the time, and that's no fun for anyone. Yeah?"

Since he was ahead of of the pitbull, the lad couldn't see the man roll his eyes when he replied, "Thanks for your concern, kid, but somehow I'll find a way to manage dealing with a cute, perpetually horny pup who's constantly in the mood for sex. Yes, puppy, I'm sure it'll be damn near traumatizing having to put up with a handsome dog who's over-eager to throat-gargle my balls in the hope that if he makes me cum often and hard enough, maybe, just maybe this week he'll be allowed to get off too. Trust me, omega, the only problem I'm going to have in a couple weeks is not having big enough nuts to keep up with your cum lust."

Being a somewhat typical adolescent, the young man couldn't even fathom what life would be like without jerking off in the shower every morning or wanking it in bed each night. He knew he was pressing his luck with the bull, but Chris intuited that he had to say or do something.

This was, needless to say, exactly what Alpha had been hoping for you. It gave the tall bull a special kind of thrill for a cute boy to beg and plead with him to not have his 'play station' taken away from him. So much so that merely contemplating the act had given the bodybuilder a bulge in his pants, which he adjusted to a more comfortable position as the two arrived at the wooden porch.

A plain white box sat on the wooden railing. Next to it was a latch, and the bull tied his pup's chain to it. The alpha smiled at him, and the pit bull whined frantically and searched his head for anything he could think of that would change the Master's mind.

"Look, I don't know what to say, mister. This really isn't my thing. You really have to start respecting when other people draw a line in the sand."

Alpha petted his dog between the ears and shook his head slightly. "I very much respect other people's boundaries, boy. I'm not sure what gave you the impression I didn't. But, not to belabor the point, you're not a person. You're a pet. Which is to say, you are not just effectively property -- you are property. My property. I own you. Just like I own this house, or this yard, or this here chastity device."

The dog shuddered. He grabbed the chain with both mitted hands and pulled, as hard as he could. His hands simply slid across the metal, and he screamed. "Why?! Why force me to stay pent up and horny when there's no way in heck you're not gonna put yourself through the same! What the fuck is so wrong with you that you think you're so much better than me!"

Realization dawned on the bull. He and his anxious new mutt were having a failure of communication. Holding up both hands in appeasement, Alpha told Chris, "Woah woah woah, there lad. You've really gotten the wrong idea here. Yes, true, I'm a couple minutes from locking that knotted, dripping cock of yours up for a goodly amount of time. And yes, it is also true that I'm not going to stop jerking off and having sex just because my dog doesn't have cumming privileges. But where you're wrong is that you're obsessing over this assumption of yours that I'm doing this to hurt you -- that this is a bad thing. Just to be absolutely clear and transparent here, me chastising your puppy bone is a good thing! It will have all kinds of benefits and advantages, for the both of us."

Angry and terribly frustrated at the unspeakable injustice of consistently being denied release while Alpha got whenever he wished, pitbull resisted the urge to spit right in the man's face. Instead, he kept pulling back on the link-chain leash and yelled, "That's bullshit and you know it! If you really wanted to help me, you'd of just given me directions out of here and let me leave in peace! What this is really about is you getting your jollies and your rocks off to my pain!"

Deeply annoyed at the canine's use of racist language and his allegations of bad-faith, the Master forced himself to stay calm and reasonable. This was just the bitch throwing a tantrum because his favorite toy was about to be put up on the shelf out of his reach -- just like any young puppy. Alpha knew he need to be the adult in the conversation, even if the mutt wasn't.

With a terse undertone to his voice, the bull grumbled, "I was prepared to have a mature conversation with you about this until you and I understood one another. But your current attitude has made that impossible. Well, good news for you, I have something that'll fix that bitchy attitude of yours -- and it's right there in that box."

"No, fuck that and fuck you, you crazy son of a -- ARFF!"

With a shocked expression, Chris realized that the collar had zapped him for the tiniest fraction of a second. Seeing the bull's hand leave the pocket where he kept the collar remote control, pitbull glared at the man and said, "Listen, you-- AHH!"

The collar had shocked him again! But this time, it didn't make any sense. Both of Alpha's armed were crossed in front of his chiseled pecs.

Trying again, Chris said, "How are you--AHH, FUCK!"

The dog didn't know what was going on, but he knew one thing. It was very bad for him.

Grinning smugly at the misbehaving runt, Alpha explained.

"I set your collar to Voice Activation Mode. If the sound and vibration sensors against your neck detect any recognizable syllables or word components, the collar will give you a corrective, therapeutic jolt. It will be quick and harmless, but it will also be as persistent as you are. For at least the next day or so, we'll be trying this out. If you need to get my attention, feel free to bark at me. Barks aren't people words, so they won't set off the collar. Now, you just stand there and be quiet while I fetch your dick-cage from its box here."

"This isn't ri-AAH, SHIT, MAN!"

"Getting the picture, pup? The more you struggle against me, the worse this gets for you. When you choose to start to respecting your person as the center of your life, you'll find true happiness. The purpose of this chastity cage isn't to hurt you or punish you. It's to help you focus on what really matters. And if it takes you three months of blueballs it to figure that out, then that's exactly what'll happen."

Alpha tried to sound benevolent and magnanimous, but even he couldn't deny how turned on he was getting at the thought of the haughty little bitch being driven up the wall due to his over-swelled sack and his urgent need to shoot off a load. He was going to take special joy in making the slut help him get off again and again while the puppy's own shaft twitched uselessly in its prison.

Turning back around with the odd-shaped device now in his hands, the bull presented it to the canine and ordered him, "Hands crossed behind your back. You're already on thin ice right now... I've taken away your speaking and jizzing privileges. What else are you willing to let your attitude cost you?"

Again Chris was nearly overcome by the urge to spit in the arrogant bull's face, but he knew the man was serious about the increasingly high price for disobedience. Slowly moving his hands behind his back, he told himself that he'd grudgingly comply for now and keep his eye out for his opportunity to turn the tables. But the dog certainly didn't like the looks of that chastity cage.

It appeared to be a large rubber egg with a one hole off center near the base and another, much smaller, hole at the very center top. Not far from that smaller hole, a rubber D ring could be seen. From top to bottom and around the 'egg' ran a barely visible seam, which Chris assumed was how the device was opened. His suspicious was immediately confirmed when Alpha cracked it in half and placed it over his knotted erection, aligning the bottom hole so that it fit snugly around the base of his cock, behind his balls.

The next part was thoroughly unpleasant for Chris as he felt something push into the head of his rod before pressing uncomfortably far down into his shaft. Instinctively he tried to protest, which naturally only earned him another brief automated shock from the collar.

No longer able to see what was happening since the bulky bull had leaned over and gotten in the way of his line of sight, the boy could only guess at what the man was doing based on how it felt and the sensations of his cock and balls. None of it was good news.

Finally, after double checking his work, Alpha explained the functions of the rubber egg.

"There we go, perfect. Okay, now, don't view this as solitary confinement for your tackle... think of it more as a twenty-four hour day-spa for your pampered goods. They got everything they need in there and no one can bother them. Not even me and definitely not you. The pressure you felt was a catheter tube, which will help you urinate through the hole up here at the top. Notice that the hole at the top of the device. When I leash the cage's D ring to the front of your collar, this hole will basically be pointed straight up towards your face and chest."

Chris started experiencing a sinking feeling. It was obvious that the moment he tried to urinate, he'd end up pissing all over himself. The pitbull thought to himself, 'Does this idiot want me to be a pissy mess all the time? Who knows with this loon... maybe he gets off on that.'

Continuing on with his walkthrough, the Master said, "This means that unless you want to spray yourself with your own dirty water, you'll need to piss out here in the yard whenever you're not kenneled up. It's as simple as getting down on all fours, puppy. Maybe tilt your head back a tad so you don't hit the bottom of your muzzle, and then let it rip. This should work for both number one and number two. I'll put some toilet paper and a bin out here, so you can just take care of everything all at once. As for the kennel, you can use the toilet for number two, but for number one just piss on the floor. It won't hurt the tiles and it'll just wash down the drain."

Chris had never hated the man more than at this moment.

'How can he do this to another person! It's just-- it's-- It's not right!"

"As for this being a day-spa chastity device, well, you'll notice that you're still fully knotted and aroused and you aren't being uncomfortably pinched or compressed. This here is one of the most humane cages on the market. Nothing's too good for my brand new puppy! And I'll prove that to you in time. But, anyway, get as hard or go as soft as you like -- doesn't matter. The only real problem will be is if you get an itch down there. No such thing as a perfect tool, and all that. Sorry in advance. Other than that, though, this thing is guaranteed to be a craftsman's masterpiece. It better: It cost me a pretty penny back when I bought it. If I remember, it wasn't just the features and quality that sold me, it was the name too. Let's see, what was it called? Oh yeah. 'The Naughty Dog's Cock-Kennel: 2.0'. Isn't that great?"

Chris risked a low growl, and was pleased to find that his collar didn't punish him for this. The bull, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well... give it time, mutt. I'm sure it'll grow on ya. Now, let's go inside and find that leash so we can tie it to your collar."

Alpha leaned towards the dog and placed an affectionate kiss on his the side of Chris' muzzle as he ran his hands over imprisoned dick's new smooth rubber 'kennel'. He untethered the steel chain and pulled his boy back inside the house.

---

In the reinforced cage that took up nearly half the space of the basement room, the pitbull tried to ignore what was playing on the television.

Alpha had turned on the TV before leaving the house to run some "errands." Chris, of course, had no opportunity to object to what was playing before the bull left the basement. Not that the collared dog would had been able to express himself much using only barks.

And so, the largish screen continued to broadcast sound and video towards the one man cell. Displayed from across the room were streaming video of hardcore kink pornography. Omega wasn't sure if it was from a website, cable, or DVD, but one thing he did know was that the graphic subject matter couldn't have been mere coincidence.

In full color and resonant sound, boy after boy treated himself to a voyeurism fueled jerkoff session, each lasting anywhere from ten to twenty minutes as the cameraman circled around the college age youths.

The first video had been a twinkish tiger who must have grunted out, "Oh shit!" a hundred times. Then it was a jockish hare who more or less ignored the camera, seemingly very uncomfortable about the idea of jerking for money, followed by a fox who constantly talked dirty to the camera as he stroked himself off.

Each jerk off session and money-shot was immediately followed by another, and Chris quickly put together the pattern. It was painfully obvious that Master Alpha was trying to rub his nose in the fact that he'd lost masturbation privileges. The message was clear: 'See how much these other cute boys enjoy playing with their cock and balls? That could have been you if hadn't been so disobedient.'

The pitbull did his best to tune out the lewd images and the constant stream of young boy pants, moans, and grunts, but with nothing else to focus his attention on, Chris' eyes eventually wandered back over to the TV. And each time he did, everything would be different, and yet also essentially the same.

A new boy with a different face and a different dick laying on a different bed in a different room. But invariably every lad was either extremely cute or dashingly handsome, and clearly enjoying the act of practicing their long-honed self pleasure techniques.

Still hard and knotted inside his black rubber chastity egg, the canine's leaking member resulted in a small but steady drip of pre bubbling up out of the small hole at the top of the device. By the time the sixth kid was working his own meat with both hands, Chris' own paw was unconsciously bumping up against the wetted rubber, only to be frustrated at the lack of access to his doggy joystick.

Despite having gotten off just a bit ago, the slave was sure he could easily beat out another load if given the opportunity. Instead, omega was forced to watch as stud after stud thoroughly enjoyed what he could not. Spraying their foamy white load all over their own chests and muzzles.

Chris also noticed that each video handled the cumshots differently as well. Sometimes it was a closeup with a drastic reduction in playback speed, so the viewer got to see each thick spurt the lad shot off. Othertimes they showed the climax from three or four different angles, back to back.

By the time they got the recording of the horse pawing at his wrist-thick tumescence while he winked seductively to the man filming him, the canine's resentment and anger had abated, only to replaced by cock-lust and hornyness. Thoughts of running away and escaping were temporarily replaced by fantasies of beating his meat on camera, just like these incredibly lucky young men were.

But that was all up to to the bull now, and knowing that royally pissed Chris off. It was awful, loathsome, and totally unfair that his unit was under the control of an uncompromising despot. It also worried the pitbull more than a little that he already found himself brainstorming ways not just ways to wriggle out of Alpha's clutches, but to please him well enough that he'd relax the terrible, no good chastity policy.

It occurred to the slave that it might just be the medication speaking, but he felt himself wanting to be just like the smiling lad's on the television. They were doing everything the cameraman told them to, so they got to cum. They were being goodboys.

Chris shook his head to try and dispel the self-defeating line of thought.

No. No he wouldn't fall into that trap... that mode of thinking. That's exactly how the older man wanted him to think and feel. He'd keep resisting... fighting back, until he uncovered a way to get away from the large, big dicked bull.

But then, the next youthful porn actor appeared on the screen. A well-muscled, hung bull.

Eyes half-closed in lust, Chris could only pant alongside the high school senior aged boy as the bull gripped his length tightly in his large fist and began jacking off for the camera, a stern expression on his face.

Squeezing at the tough rubber that surrounded his sensitive bits, the dog could only hope that this unconventional torment would end soon as his precum continued to run, coating the sides of his cock cage.

What he couldn't have known at the time was that he was about to be subjected to two dozen or so more videos of hunks stroking it before his Master came to fetch him.

---

Chris would have liked to have said that he was dozed off when the bull came down the stairs and around the corner into his room. The truth, however, was that he still had his eyes planted firmly onto the ever-so-slightly chubby kangaroo who was grinning like a fool as he enthusiastically tugged on his hard prick.

Turning off the TV as he walked past the set, Alpha was also smiling. He could tell that the porn marathon session he'd left on for his pup had the intended effect. Looking past the kennel wire and into the cage, the fit man could see from the slave's glazed-over eyes that the drugs and the graphic entertainment were doing their work.

In short, the pitbull looked completely flustered and sex-focused. The Master knew that'd only make the boy easier to train and mold.

Stopping directly in front of the kennel as Chris looked up at him from his prone position on the ground, Alpha said aloud, "I was about to ask you which of the videos you just watched was your favorite, but I just remembered that you're not allowed to talk right now. Shame, that."

The former office worker tried to will himself to shoot daggers at the kidnapper with his eyes, but he just didn't have the energy for it. Coming off what he'd estimate as a two or three hour forced porn watching bonanza, there were no clocks down here in what he'd begun mentally referring to as 'the dungeon', the canine struggled to keep his thoughts out of the gutter.

Had the bull always been that ripped and hunkish? Chris had never really considered himself into older guys, and the greying bull had to have been in his late forties or early fifties, but with sex on the brain and his arousal locked up and needy, the lad was seeing the man in a new light.

And that scared the dog to his core.

Taking in the the view of his penned up pet, Alpha rubbed his basket and went on to say, "Well, that's fine, I suppose. I'm okay with carrying the conversation along for the both of us. I can tell that you enjoyed the show, though, pup. You've made a leaky mess over your new cock-kennel and crotch fur. Isn't precum just the most unsatisfying, frustrating liquid there is? And now your balls are just two little factories of it, ain't they? Just pumping out that useless goop. Guess that makes them useless too, eh?"

Chris knew from his college education that, biologically speaking, the man was way off base in his description of anatomy. But he had neither the will nor the ability to correct the self assured bull. Especially not when his dick chose that exact moment to leak out yet another thin stream of pre out of the top of the chastity device.

Unfortunately for the canine, Alpha noticed the boy eyeing his package as he molested his bovine poker through his pants' denim.

"Like what you see, mutt? I can already tell I'm gonna be hard pressed to keep up with a horny little bitch like you. Guess that makes me one lucky S-O-B, don't it? Still, you're gonna have to wait a bit longer. These balls of mine still work great, but they don't produce quite as much throughput as they did when I was your age. And since your slutty under-tail already practically sucked my sack dry today..."

Chris hardly noticed the self-satisfied smirk spread out across the Master's smug face, due to the hypnotizing effect of the bull's rhythmic stroking. The man's right hand worked itself slowly but firmly back and forth over the substantial bulge in his jeans. Part of him knew that the surreal sensations and odd reactions he was experiencing had to be related to whatever chemicals Alpha had put in his food, but a much larger part of him found it hard to focus on anything but the beefy bull's mesmerizing clothed masturbation.

Recognizing the lad's dull-eyed expression for what it was, Alpha found himself incredibly turned on at being lusted after by a cute pup who couldn't be older than mid-twenties. Well into his middle-aged years himself, it was a remarkable ego boost to have an attractive pitbull proverbially drool over his meat.

"On the other hand... who can say 'no' to a face like that? I don't think you'll manage to pull another load out of me, but there's no harm in lettin' ya try. Okay pup -- on your knees, mouth open."

Unzipping his pants and letting them and his underwear fall to the floor around around his ankles, Master Alpha pressed his tool through a gap in the wire and into Chris' side of the kennel. Still not breaking eye-contact with the now exposed, leaking slab of prime beef, the canine's head was still filled with images of boyish twinks and studly jocks all working their cocks solo style.

Dumbly, the collared, kidnapped slave approached the kennel wall and got to his knees, the bull's pre-slick dick tip only a couple inches in front of his muzzle.

Though a tad impatient to have his property get to lickin' and suckin', the man said nothing as he enjoyed the pleasurable sensation he felt as the boy stared down his pole. If it was gonna be a staring contest, Alpha was betting on his trouser-snake to win, even if it only had the one eye.

The bull wasn't disappointed either, when Chris finally blinked a few seconds later and voluntarily took his captor's musk-scented flesh into his mouth. Even as Alpha groaned out his heartfelt approval of his pet's oral service, he knew he'd have to find some way to reward the dog for taking the initiative.

Not with an orgasm, of course. That'd be silly and counter productive, he reasoned. But maybe he'd hold off on feeding the pitbull canned dog food for now. After all, there was nothing to say that he had to show the mutt every slightly unpleasant aspect of his new life all up front. Not when there was so many wonderful things still to share with omega.

Loving the feel of Chris' cock-greedy lips suckling his shaft down towards the entrance of his warm throat, the bull chose to close his eyes and imagine how wonderful the next several days would be as he taught his new puppy the ropes.

There was one thing that Alpha ended up being wrong about, however.

After twenty minutes on his knee pads in front of his owner, the pitbull did manage to suck out another batch of cum from the older man. Not that the bull complained.