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Chris spent the rest of the evening in solitude, sitting in the basement kennel.

Before he was left alone downstairs, the horned bull told the younger man that he was going to give him some time to consider the benefits of obedience... and the consequences of belligerence.

But the man didn't leave the frustrated kidnap victim entirely without anything to do. Pressed through the sturdy wire fence onto his side on the cage, a purple dildo lay untouched on the tiled ground. From what the pitbull could tell just by looking at it, the artificial schlong was long, thick, and shaped exactly like a real-life bull's shaft -- including several well-pronounced veins and two fist-sized balls at the base.

Master Alpha had explained the sex toy by saying, "I plan on breeding you in a few hours, pup, just before I go to bed. I won't be gentle. It's your call on whether or not to prepare yourself for that."

To say that Chris was resentful and bitter would be an understatement. So at first, the collared, chastised canine simply ignored the bright purple sex toy.

Instead, the lad did his best to focus on possible avenues for escape. He knew that if he could knock out or incapacitate the bull, he'd probably be in the clear... but somehow that feat seemed supremely unlikely, given Alpha's size and strength. Plus he was still wearing that shock collar that would render him unconscious with a push of a single button.

And so Chris' mind spun on things like: Maybe there be a phone hidden away somewhere in the house? Or a way to disable the electric fence without first having to get to the other side?

For over forty minutes the victimized dog considered his situation from every angle, desperation and anxiety sharpening his focus on the task at hand. While there was no clock in the room as far as the pitbull could tell, Chris could feel the minutes ticking away.

He knew that the frightfully-well-endowed bull would make good on his threat. If he couldn't figure out a way of this mess in short order, the man's painfully thick prick would be squeezing its way between his clenched cheeks, regardless of any feeble resistance he might put up.

As he tried to fight back the wave of panic he was experiencing at the thought, the wall-mounted television turned itself on with an audible click. The high-definition screen warmed up, and the pitbull found himself expecting to see yet another freshman jock type jerking his meat for the camera.

That would have been bad enough, as Chris was still feeling the effects from the sexual tension that had built up from watching the last set marathon stroke videos. The pitbull was still half hard inside the rubber egg imprisoning his aching, needy flesh and he wasn't looking forward to that particular itch getting any worse with the chastity device ruling out any possibility of self-relief.

But the youth's assumptions were quickly proven incorrect, as the TV's audio and video filled the basement. Appearing to be a video recorded inside this very house, Chris surmised that he was getting his first look at Master Alpha's bedroom. Coming into frame from behind the camera the bull dragged a gagged wolf behind him, the canine's arms bound behind his back.

They were both fully in the nude, but while Alpha was mostly hard the wolf was entirely soft, and looking extremely nervous.

Situating himself so that he was laying face-up on the bed, the bull pulled the bound wolf onto the bed to his side, then addressed the camera.

"I paid this whore a very generous amount to satisfy me sexually by participating in some pet-play roleplaying. I paid in advance and I paid for the entire weekend. But not even three hours into our weekend and this whore... this dirty, contemptible slut is trying to back out. This despite already being bought and paid for. The reason I'm recording this video is for a warning to the next prostitute who comes onto my land and tries to pull this shit. Let this whore's suffering be a warning to you: While you are on my property, you do as you are told. Because if you don't... well, there will be a price to pay, won't there, wolf-slut?"

By this point, the naked wolf had graduated from being nervous to outright worried, begging and pleading around his over-large cock-shaped gag.

Ignoring the boy's pleas, Master Alpha reached back and tied the wolf's leash to the headboard behind him, freeing up his hands. Reaching into the nightstand, the bull produced a simple black rubber-band and held it up before the prostitute and the camera.

Holding up the rubber band in one hand while slowly stroking himself fully hard with the other, the superbly well-built man said, "This little piece of rubber may seem harmless enough... but if this slut doesn't perform to my satisfaction, this band will cost him his precious little boy-jewels. The one's he brags about so much in his online boy-rental profile."

And with just those few words, the wolf zoomed past worried, troubled, and concerned, and went straight to terrified. He tried to pull away from the bed and the bull, but the leash held him in place as Master Alpha reached into the night stand again, only this time to pull out a chrome silver animal castrator device. Appearing unhurried and unworried himself, the bull fit the rubber band onto the device and used his powerful grip to stretch the elastic band out.

The wolf did his best to keep his crotch out of the man's reach, but his attempts were made futile when bull pinned the whore to the bed with his knee and used his hands to feed the wolf's testicular past the threshold of the stretched castration band.

Before he loosened his grip and allowed the band to snap suffocatingly tight around the neck of the scared-shitless teenager, Master Alpha bellowed, "Quiet down, slut. You'll want to hear this part because as soon as I let go of this, you're on the clock. You'll only have a few minutes to convince me to remove that rubber band before permanent damage is done. So, get yourself under control and nod if you want to hear the rules to the game that might allow you to save your worthless balls. That is, unless you're giving up on them already?"

Taking several deep, panicked breaths, the wolf regained some semblance of self control and then shook his head 'no'. Chris understood all too well that the wolf was likely preparing himself to do whatever it took to save his manhood.

"I am a man of my word. Do you understand me, whore? Do you know what that even means? It means you can trust me when I tell you that I will allow you to leave this place, healthy and intact, if you win my game. The rules are simple. All you have to do to win is get me off before your package dies off from oxygen starvation. I'll lay here on the bed, cock stiff and ready for your attention. Then you use the experience your months and years of whoredom have gained you to earn my jizz. Ready? Go."

With a terrible slap the band rebounded back to its original size, causing it to immediately start to slowly squeeze the life out of the prostitutes bollocks.

The wolf howled behind the gag in pain as the bull sat the castrator device down on bedside table. Then, leaning all the way back against the mattress, Alpha placed his hands behind his head and told the boy, "Now let's see if you still think you're too good for my meat, slut. How far are you willing to go to save your underdeveloped boy bits?"

Thinking fast, the wolf turned himself around so that he was facing away from the bull. This allowed him to use his bound hands to wrap themselves around his tormentor's intimidating spire. The boy followed this with bouncing up and down on the bed, using the moment to stroke off the smiling client.

Watching the wolf work for a minute or so, Alpha spoke up and said, "That's it, lad. Put some effort into it. You're finally starting to earn the money I've paid you. Though, if I'm being honest with you, this just isn't going to cut it. A handjob might eventually get me off, but your eggs just don't have that kind of time. But hey, this is your game to win or lose. You play it however you like."

Frantically, the wolf turned around so that he could rub his lips and face against the bull's precum leaking cock. But without the use of his mouth or tongue, the prostitute quickly determined that this tactic wasn't going to work either. With a whimper, the boy stood up on the bed as fast as he could without falling over, placed his feet on either side of the bull's waist and then squatted down until the tip Master Alpha's cockhead pressed itself again the boy's rear entry.

Giving an appreciative whistle at the view in front of him, the dominant man said, "Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise. And here I thought you told me just a bit ago that your ass was off limits after you got an eyeful of my pecker? So now you're gonna take it in between your cheeks without a single word of protest? Well... if you're gonna, you best get started. That sack of yours is turning an ugly shade of purple. And I'm not exactly on the edge of spewing my load, neither. You got no extra time to play around with here, whore."

Chris was unable to see the wolf's expression since the prostitute was facing away from the camera, but he didn't have to imagine how painful it was to take in the bull's flesh. He knew all too well from first hand experience.

The wolf's back and arm muscles clenched and unclenched spastically as he forced himself to take inch after inch of Alpha's crotch meat. He was only five inches down when the happily groaning bull offered, "Here, let me help," whereupon he reached up, grabbed the lad's waist, and then simultaneously thrust his hips up while pulling the wolf down.

The wolf's anal ring must have felt like it was on fire as it made contact with the base of his kidnapper's unit. But like a true veteran, the prostitute immediately forced himself into a rhythmic motion, riding the bull for all he was worth even as he howled into the gag. Likely spurred on by the growing sensation of pins-and-needles coming from his slowly dying scrotum.

The next couple minutes continued on in this fashion, with the wolf bouncing up and down on the bull's cock as fast as he could.

"Ooo, yeah, boy, I'm close now. Fuckin' real close. Bet you are too, aye? Bet those swimmers of yours are on their last gasps. Time to tip me over the edge, pup. I want some prime, grade A quality dirty talk from you... and you better take care not to say anything that might turn me off, understand?"

Reaching up, in a couple swift motions Master Alpha removed the boy's gag. After which he immediately did his best to leverage his new tool in "winning" the bull's game.

Riding the man with a renewed burst of energy, the whore gasped out, "Oh sir, you're so big! Too big! Yeah, you're fucking owning my ass! It feels so good, master! Come in your puppy, sir! Seed your horny boy! He's ready for you! Fill me up!"

Grunting as he began brushing up against the edge of his forthcoming orgasm, Master Alpha pushed on, "Yeah... almost there boy. Real close, now. Tell me how your balls feel. ...Come on whore, let me hear it.

Taking a second to mentally process the bull's demand, the wolf recovered his equilibrium and gushed out, "Oh sir, they hurt so good. I love that my pathetic cum-makers are dying in their pouch while your own fat, virile bull sack is slapping against my ass! It feels like my boys are being stabbed all over with little needles, master!"

Then the wolf got an idea. One last ditch effort to try and save himself, before he spent the rest of his life as a neutered puppy.

"Slap them, sir! Slap them while I can still feel it! They were naughty, mister bull... make them pay for being so naughty before they die off!"

With a look of intense, erotic concentration on his face, Master Alpha raised his hand to make good on the wolf's request. But, mercifully for the prostitute, the man's climax caught up with him just then as he bellowed and mooed out his satisfaction.

The wolf could hardly stand to wait for the man's orgasm to reach completion before he begged, "Please sir, you came! Take it off, please! It's not too late!"

Moving all too sluggishly for the wolf's tastes, the bull reached over to the nightstand as his member continued to leak out cum into the plundered depths of the boys ass. Resting the bright chrome device against the boy's bloated, dark purple sack, Master Alpha asked pointedly, "Honesty and integrity are important, slut. You'll stay the rest of the weekend? You'll give me what I paid for? No matter how embarrassing it is or how uncomfortable it is?"

Barely holding it together, the whore whimpered, "Yes, please, sir, anything! Just take it off!"

"And you'll come here again next time I call for you, a few weeks from now, yes? You won't make me come and fetch you, correct?"

While obviously that was the last thing in the world the wolf wanted, he knew what he had to say. "Yes sir, of course sir! You'll even get the frequent customer discount! I'd love to come here again, thank you sir for the business!"

With a few quick motions, the rubber band was stretched and removed. Much to the relief of the now crying wolf who allowed himself to collapse against the bull's chest.

This provided a lewd view for the camera as the bull's shrinking member slipped wetly out of the boy's hole, leaving a soggy mess in it's place. Looking over the wolf's shoulder, Master Alpha addressed the camera a final time.

"As I said, let this be a warning to any future sluts: I always get what I want. The sooner you give it to me, the easier things will be for you.."

Pushing the wolf off his body and onto the mattress, the bull stood up and make his way to the camera, his mostly soft cock flopping about as he walked.

"Time to wrap up this video here. If I had more tape left, I'd let you watch as I slapped around the boy's sack for a bit. He did ask for it, after all. Goodbye... and remember to always behave yourself, slut."

The wolf, upon hearing this, whimpered pathetically but this was cut off midway through as the video concluded.

Chris assumed that would be the end of it, but as soon as that video was over, he found himself looking at the bull yet again. However this time the man was fully dressed and there was no wolf to be found.

"I bet you're wondering why I showed you that, omega. Or maybe you assume that it was to scare you into compliance. To frighten you into doing whatever I said, without question. But that's exactly wrong, pup. I didn't show you that to scare you, but rather to show you why you have no need to be afraid of me. You aren't like those other boys. You aren't even a boy! You're my dog. And any blame for misbehavior on the part of a pet is always laid at the feet of its owner. In this case, me. You aren't some prostitute that I hired who tried to short change me. You aren't some date that stood me up or lied on their profile. You're my horny little pitbull, and I plan to love and take care of you until the day you die."

Chris didn't know how to react to what he was hearing. This just sounded so crazy. The bull was clearly unhinged, but the worst part was, it was unlikely that he was going to be able to convince Alpha that was the case. That he needed professional mental help.

"Oh, and I just realized you probably think this is a recording. Nope, this is streaming to you live from my bedroom. That last video was a recording though... from about three years ago, if memory serves. That wolf still visits here from time to time, when I give him a ring. He actually doesn't whore himself out anymore now that he's finished his college degree, but he makes an exception for me. When you're better trained, maybe I'll give him a call and we three can have some fun together."

Thoroughly pissed at the man's words, Chris spat as hard as he could at the monitor but his spittle fell short of hitting the screen.

"I'm finishing my dinner up now, but after I wrap that up and do some errands around the house, I'm going to be bringing you into my bedroom here. Then I'm going to lay you face down on the mattress behind me and put a pillow under your hips to prop them up. From there... well, I'm sure you can guess what'll happen from there. I hope you're preparing yourself for me, pup. If that video taught you anything, you better understand that I'm a man of my word. I promised you that I wouldn't be gentle. And I won't be. That said... if when I come to fetch you, you've managed to get that dildo balls-deep in your ass I'll allow you to spread some lubrication over my cock before I cram it up your puppy hole. Your call." With that, the TV blinked off.

Righteously pissed by this point, Chris reached down, picked up the purple bull-cock-shaped dildo using both of his rubber mitted hands and threw it at the wire fence. Expecting the floppy member to hit the fence and bounce back, the pitbull was caught completely by surprise when the dildo rotated in mid air and skidded through one of the large diamond-shaped gaps in the wire.

Almost hitting the other side side of the room, the dildo slapped against the floor and bounced around until it landed near the corner, well out of reach.

It took the canine a moment to realize what he had just done. Fear quickly swept over him as he realized that in a couple hours he would be taking Master's dick unlubricated while his ass was unprepared.

The young man spent the next hours fretting about what to do. Reasoning with the man wasn't an option. He couldn't even talk without getting shocked. Escaping was a pipe dream. Hoping that the bull would change his mind was pure fantasy.

For many long minutes, Chris paced in his kennel as he waited for the bull.

By the time Alpha made his appearance, his puppy was almost a nervous wreck. Like a child near to tears about the shot he was about to get from the mean doctor, the pitbull whined and panted at the thought of the terrifyingly monstrous cock being reintroduced to his asshole. It had hurt so bad the last time. And this time he couldn't count on drugs helping him take the edge off.

Stepping into the room as he took off his shirt, Master Alpha raised an eyebrow at the throw dildo.

"I see you've made your decision, pup. Well, if you want to be treated like a bitch, then that's exactly what will happen. I was going to take you up to my bedroom. Treat you right. Treat you sweet. But I can see that you're just not ready for that level of respect."

Forgetting his situation for a moment, Chris couldn't help but try and talk his way out.

"Hey, wait a se---*YELP*!"

Taking off his pants and underwear, the older man continued on with, "You haven't even learned the most basic of lessons. At the moment, you're about as far from housebroken as a mongrel can be. But like I've said before, you and I got plenty of time. We're going to have a learning moment here, so that maybe now you can get it through your head who's the leader of our little pack. Press your ass against the chain fence. I'm going to fuck you hard. And you're going to work with me to make that happen."

Shaking his head 'no' emphatically, Chris barked in pain as the bull produced the handheld controller and gave him a shock through his collar.

"Put your ass against the kennel."

Chris tugged at his collar even as it zapped him again. Longer this time and even more painfully.

"Put your ass against the kennel."

Again and again and again the boy was zapped, each time followed by the simple instruction, "Put your ass against the kennel."

Finally Chris just couldn't take the pain anymore, and gave in. Panting and coughing, Chris backed himself against the chain link fence.

In short order, he felt the older man's breath on his neck and a bulbious cockhead against his anus.

"If you pull away, you get shocked. This doesn't end until I've fucked your ass full of my seed. Test my resolve, if you dare."

The bull's cock thrust forward. Only an inch or so sank into Chris' rear end, with the rest of the force pushing his furred ass away from the fence. Even with just the tip of Alpha's dick in his rear, it felt to the canine like he had a too-big-for-comfort butt plug shoved up his rear.

The pitbull whined to himself, 'Fuck, no wonder that wolf balked at getting deep dicked by this guy. What a beast. There's no way I can take him... I can' do it!'

But another vicious shock convinced Chris to change his tune and work at pushing himself back against Alpha's member. Much to the dog's discomfort.

"Good boy. Now you're going work with me to fuck you until I'm satisfied. And to keep you motivated, I'll be pressing the shock button any time I get the impression that you're slacking off. You have no idea how much I hate hurting you boy, but I will do whatever it takes to fix that shitty mutt attitude you're holding onto."

The ass plowing Chris got from Master Alpha was exactly as bad as he feared. It felt as though he were being fisted and the worst part was, he was forced to be an active participant, constantly pushing himself back against the fence so that the bull could maintain constant access to his hole.

"Bitch, is this what you wanted? To be treated like some kind of cheap whore instead of my puppy in the loving, intimate night I had planned for us? I was going to kiss your neck as I filled you. Play with your tit-nubs. Whisper sweetly into your ear. All on a plush, comfy mattress. Instead you act up, which tells me you want to be treated like a cum dump. Fine, mutt. We'll do it your way. I hope it's everything you wanted."

By the time the intense fucking was finished fifteen minutes later, the pitbull felt like he was a roughed up sex toy... used hard and put away wet. The only silver lining was that the canine hadn't been shocked again, but he knew that was only because he'd given in so completely to the bull's wishes. As he fucked himself against Master Alpha's pitiless thrusts, Chris had managed to lose all respect for himself. He just wanted this to end. And the path of least resistance was just doing whatever his kidnapper said.

Which included shamefully licking the bull's erection clean after the man was done using his ass, the dog's rear leaking even as he knelt on the tile. As Chris ran his tongue gently over Alpha's cum-streaked cock, he recieved one last lecture from the man.

"This is only as hard as you make it, omega. Your new life here could be wonderful, if you just get with the program. If you work hard at it, I could even see you getting those horny pup-nuts of yours off as frequently as once a week or so. I think that's a goal worth shooting for, don't you?"

The canine blinked in surprise upon hearing that. Seriously? The most often he could even hope to get off was less often than once a week? And only then if he was on his best behavior? Unbelievable.

"Just imagine it: You and me sitting in the den... me reading the paper in my cushy easy chair and you curled up around my feet. I whistle. You look up. I wink at you. I slip my right foot out of my slipper. You know what that means -- your face breaks out into a big silly grin. You crouch over my bare foot... your puppy cock is spilling out of it's sheath as fast as it can. You press your hardening length between my big and long toes."

Unable to help himself, Chris felt himself growing hard in his chastity cage. For once, he was glad for the rubber egg as it helped obscure the fact that Alpha's words were having this strong of an impact on him. Unconsciously, he licked and sucked harder on the bull's now long-clean member.

"You take your time breeding my foot. Not only because you know this is a special treat that doesn't come around very often, but because I haven't given you permission to shoot yet. But it's hard to hold yourself back with a week and a half's worth of jizz stored up in your horny, throbbing pouch. I smile and go back to reading my paper. I like the feeling of your small puppy-hood rubbing between my toes, so I'm in no hurry to give you permission to make a mess all over my leg."

Despite being offended by practically everything that was coming out of Master Alpha's mouth, the pitbull couldn't help but get absorbed by the story, as sexually pent up as he was. His mouth cleaning turned into outright oral service. The bull noticed, but said nothing about it, instead just enjoying the pup's attention and eagerness as his length firmed up between the boy's lips.

"Ten minutes go by. Then twenty. Then thirty. You're panting, sweaty with the struggle to hold yourself back. You know perfectly well what will happen if you get my foot and leg cummy without permission. Setting my paper aside, I look down at you. 'Okay, time to go to bed' I tell you. A look of dismay comes over your face, but you work to hide it as quickly as you can, knowing how disrespectful that reaction is. You stop thrusting against my foot, looking up at me, eagerly awaiting my next order. Your self-discipline pleases me, so I tell you, 'You've been an extra good boy today, so I'll give you ten seconds of humping to cum. Make them count, because we're going to bed after that, whether or not you've managed to squirt. Begin.' You fuck my foot like a possessed hell-hound. The seconds tick by, one... two... three. It feels like you're wearing out the skin between my toes, but I don't complain. Though, for a moment, it looks like you'll have to wait until next week for another chance to earn your relief. But at the last second, you bite your lip and growl under your breath. That's when I feel it. A hot, sticky mess shooting out all over my ankle and leg. But rules are rules and you're out of time, so I command you, 'Stop. Times up.'"

The bull can tell that his pet is now fully absorbed by the story, and doesn't appear to have noticed that he had begun softly thrusting into the boy's compliant mouth.

"Well trained as you are, you stop mid hump, even though you'd like nothing better than to ride out your hard earned orgasm. Instead, only two seconds into your jizzing, all physical sensation against my foot stops. Your shaft continues to bounce and squirt, despite the sudden lack of pleasurable stimulus. Both of us hold still as we wait out the conclusion of your now motion-free orgasm. Soon the moment has passed and your member is merely dripping instead of gushing. I tell you to prove to me how grateful you are for the opportunity to blow your wad. With a happy bark, you set yourself to licking my foot and leg clean of the mess you made. There's quite a load to put away despite the fact that your dicklet wasn't milked for the duration of it's climax. But you work at it like a champion pup and use your tongue to lick up all of your jizzy output in less than a minute."

Alpha is actually holding back from cumming himself at this point. While he plans on creaming him dog's muzzle something fierce in the near future, he wants to finish his story first.

"You and I head to bed. Once we're upstairs and snuggling on my mattress, I whisper to you softly in the dark. 'I forgot to piss.' You know exactly what I'm getting at, since this is one of the first things you learned after giving up your former life to become my pet. With a respectful lick against my cheek, you crawl under the covers. Taking the tip of my cock in between your soft lips, you patiently wait."

With those words, Chris suddenly appeared not so much enthralled with the story as deeply concerned. What the bull appeared to be driving at... well, it just wasn't something a person did to another person. It was disgusting. Unacceptable. Unforgivable.

"The stream starts slowly but rapidly picks up force and volume. But with as much practice as you've had at this, it's not a problem for you. I've been holding it in for a few hours now, so there's a lot of liquid to put away. Which is exactly what you do, gulping continuously. You know how much I love this particular bonding ritual of ours... almost more than any other act, it signals your utter submissiveness towards me. By swallowing my urine, you swallow your pride, and this pleases me. It pleases me so much that I grow firm in your mouth even as I finish pissing in it. Feeling me grow turgid in your muzzle, you know that I'm not yet done feeding you for the night and await the command that will signal you to begin pleasuring me. When it comes, you set yourself to the task of giving me the most satisfying orgasm a man can experience. You work hard on my cock to guarantee that my nut is far better than the spoiled, ruined, unsatisfying climax you experienced just minutes prior. You know the degree of effort and care I'm expecting of you, and so you take me deep into your throat, ignoring the discomfort that unavoidably accompanies taking such a large cock that far into your muzzle. Your eyes tear up and you silently gag. I scratch you between your ears under the covers and decide that I want to take things slow tonight. You feel my hands guide your head slowly back and forth and you get the picture. An hour and a half later, your sore, bruised throat finally draws forth my intensely pleasurable climax, and you gratefully swallow my cum. By this time, I need to piss again. Conveniently, you're already in position. As you swallow my urine for the second time that night, you silently acknowledge the hard truth that from now on you'll only ever experience blowjobs by being on the giving end. Never again will you feel a warm, wet mouth encompass your member. And you understand that this is because your own orgasms are of trivial importance, compared to your beloved master's."

With the story over, for a long moment the dog and bull simply look into each other's eyes through the chain fence.

Master Alpha breaks the silence.

"I need to piss, boy. It's time to teach you another way of respecting me and my cock."

Eyes wide in utter disgust, Chris takes his mouth off the bull's meat and shakes his head firmly no, leaning back and away from the fence that separated the two males.

"This is an important lesson, omega. Not everything I do to you or with you will be erotic or pleasurable for you. Sometimes the things I'll order you to do will be uncomfortable or demeaning. Since serving as my urinal is a service you'll be performing for me fairly consistently, it's important that you come to terms with it now. I have a bladder full of piss. Here shortly, your stomach will full instead and I'll be experiencing relief. Don't challenge me on this, pup. I promise you the week I'll spend punishing you for disrespecting me will be far more unpleasant that a small splash of urine over your tongue. Think very carefully on the path you take here. Decisions have consequences. Especially when that decision is rebellion against your master."

Chris was deeply torn over what to do. Guzzling down this maniac's piss was just shy of beyond tolerable. But refusing him would mean untold pain and suffering. The pitbull recalled the wolf from the video. If he told his kidnapper no, he'd pay the price. Again and again and again. Until he was slurping down the man's golden liquid in the end anyway.

And that's what settled it for the canine. If the options were: drink piss or drink piss and suffer, he'd minimize his discomfort by giving into the bull. For the moment at least, until he could escape.

With upturned nose, omega crawled back over to the large man and hesitantly took the bull's cockhead into his mouth.

Beaming with pleasure, Master Alpha was thrilled to say, "I knew you could do it, pup. I'm really proud of you. Truly I am. Okay... I'm going to start you off slow. Don't let any of my fluid drip out of your mouth, or I'll take it as meaning you think you're too good for my piss. Which, by the way, you are not. Here we go now... nice and slow..."

For the first time in his life, Chris knew what piss tasted like. Acutely unpleasant from his perspective, the pitbull managed to resist the urge to spit out the hot liquid as it cascaded over his tongue and towards the back of his mouth. The bull was true to his word and kept the flow at a manageable rate, even for a piss drinking novice like the dog.

The whole time, Alpha called out encourage for the boy.

"You're doing great, puppy. I'm about twenty percent done now... keep it up. Breathe through your nose between gulps. Just clear your head and keep swallowing... think of how it will feel to piss your masters piss after it works its way through your body. Think of how this is just another way you can provide me with oral service. Your muzzle truly is amazing and we'll be putting it to good use. Sucking my cock... relieving me of my piss... muzzling my balls... kissing me... licking my nipples... worshiping my muscles.... cleaning up your occasional, cummy mess. The list goes on and on. Heck, maybe we'll discover that I enjoy you licking and sucking on my toes or rimming me after I shower. The important thing is to keep a positive attitude about exploring the possibilities. Half way done now... easy as it goes, pet."

When it was finally done and over with, Chris' stomach felt bloated and queasy. He was deeply unhappy with what he'd just been forced to do.

But perhaps predictably, his work wasn't quite over.

"One last thing, boy. It's surprising to hear myself say it, but I'm ready to go again. Time to chase that golden treat with a creamy snack. Hope you saved room."

Defeated on all fronts, Chris sighed and set to work on giving the bull the orgasm that he himself was being denied. The pitbull tried to focus on the upside. At least the load of cum would help wash away the bitter taste of piss from his mouth.