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Bomb Pop heard a knock on his door, it must be his new client. Walking to the door and opening it, he sees his new client in the doorway. His client was a white furred mutt with a mix of red, purple, and white on his upper shoulders and face. He wear very visible clothing, a white wife beater that seemed to be a size too small that showed his abs and pecs. Also wearing too short shorts that did not hide anything and outlined some big balls and a big sheath. But Bomb Pop was not complaining, he pick this stud for a reasons.

"You must be Supermutt." Bomb Pop said to the canine before him.

"That I am. I'm here for some personal training." Supermutt replied.

"Indeed. Come inside and we'll go down stairs and start." Bomb Pop said then moved to let the mutt in. Shutting the door behind him, he lead him to the personal gym downstairs. "Here we are. My little gym."

"Wow..." Super said, looking at the equipment that was down there.

Bomb Pop chuckles at the mutt. "So, what what you like to work on first?"

It took a minute to get a response from Supermutt. "Huh? Oh, yeah. I was thinking legs."

"Mmm..." Bomb Pop said, looking the mutt up and down again. "Okay, set your stuff down then do twenty squats."

Supermutt nods and sets his things down then puts his back to his instructor and started his squats. From his view, Bomb Pop had the perfect view of the mutt's ass. It would be a better view if he didn't have shorts on but they'll be gone soon. Twenty squats were quickly finished by Supermutt.

"That seemed easy for ya." Bomb Pop commented.

"A little." the mutt admitted.

"Okay, go down as far as you can go and do that for thirty squats." Bomb Pop instructed.

The mutt nods then does as instructed, going down all the way to the floor. He slapped his ass to the floor with a smack then would stand and do it again. Behind him, Bomb Pop had to stifle a moan and adjust a little from watching the stud work, which he was going up and down his cock.

Thirty squats were quickly gone as well, once done Supermutt stands and turns around to face his instructor. "What next?"

"Mmm..." Bomb Pop started, thinking. "Follow me." The canine said then walked to a machine. Supermutt followed and waited for instructions. "Okay. Sit down and put your feet on this base then have your knees bent then lay down on your back. So when you start you can push off to have your knees straight then you go bend and repeat. Got that?"

Taking it all in, Supermutt replied a moment later. "Yes." He said then nodded as he sat on the machine then put his feet on the base, bent, then laid back. Looking at his instructor for more.

"Now push up and down for twenty times. After shift to one foot and do that for ten times and switch to the other foot and repeat. Good?"

"Sure." Supermutt replied, looking up to the ceiling as he started to push up and down the machine. Bomb Pop watched the mutt before him and the more and more he went up and down the more a bulge formed in the mutt's pants and eventually it started to try to get out of a pant leg. And from the looks of it, Supermutt didn't even know it was showing off and Bomb Pop didn't care.

Though Supermutt soon saw that his cock was showing off after he finished his twenty, ten, ten rounds. He looked up embarrassed and apologized. "Sorry about that, didn't mean to show you that."

"Don't worry about it, I don't mind. To be honest, I rather have you nude." Bomb Pop chuckled. "And you seem hot, if you don't care to be nude you are more than welcome to."

Supermutt stared at the canine for a moment then nodded. "Yeah, sure. I am actually and I don't care much, it's just you and me here." Supermutt replied then got off the machine and stripped his tight shirt and shorts off to reveal a muscled chest with very defined abs and pecs and a good sized cock that was at half mast, limp against his body.

Bomb Pop couldn't hide the smile he had but he did disguise it with speech. "Nice... Now, let's move on." He said then walked to a door and started to unlock it. Once unlocked he opened it and revealed blackness, the light being off to hide the real purpose of the room. :After you, if you will."

The mutt nods and walks inside and as he walked in Bomb Pop followed and shut the door, it locking behind him, and turned the lights on for the room to reveal it was a sex room or dungeon. Supermutt staggered back and quickly made it back to the door, trying to get out.

"No! Let me out! I didn't sign up for this!" The mutt cried out, banging on the door and tried to open it.

Bomb Pop just leaned against the wall and chuckled at the mutt, knowing there was no escape for him, the only way out was through the same door then came in but you need a code to get out. After a little while, watching the pleading mutt got boring and he moved to get stuff prepared, knowing he would soon settle down.

As if on cue, Supermutt started to settled down and a whimper of defeat was hard from him. Bomb Pop could only smile as he put a branding rod into the fire, unknown to the mutt. Once the rod was settled in the fire, Bomb Pop turned and confronted the mutt.

"Come on, slut. Get over it. This is your fate now." Bomb Pop said.

Supermutt looked up and glared at Bomb Pop. "I am no slut."

"You will be by the time I' done with you, bitch." Bomb Pop retorted.

"I'm no bitch either."

"Again, you will be... Slave!" The word "slave" shocked the mutt and he stumbled back and started to bang on the door again, pleading to get out. Bomb Pop sighed and spoke again. "I'll offer you a deal if you be a good slut and get sit in front of me."

Hearing "deal" caught the mutts attention through his pleading and he moved to sit in front of the canine and asked. "Deal?"

"Yes. As I hinted, you are going to be my slave, willing or unwilling. But if you willing give yourself to me and do as I say when I say it how I say it, I will let you free from slavehood. Otherwise, you will be my little slut bitch slave until the end of time. Your choice. If you choose, willing, you'll sign a contract and after a year you can decided if you want to stay or leave." Bomb Pop explained.

Supermutt just looked at Bomb Pop as he thought about his option and after a moment, he lowered his head in defeat. "Fine. I'll sign your damn contract, it seems it's the only option I really have anyways."

Bomb Pop smiled at the mutts decision and grabbed a contract and set it in front of the mutt to sign. "There. Signing that takes away your rights a citizen and you are my property. The life you had before is now more. No job. No family. No money. No rights. You do as I say and my rules are your laws. My word is final but if you are brave enough you can suggest things. After a year as my slave you can decided to leave or stay for more time."

The defeated mutt nodded and signed his life away, literally, the pushed it toward his... master.

"Very good, boy. Now, get on this table for your master and we can get started on everything." Bomb Pop said, as he want next to the table.

The now slave mutt stood and made his way to the table and hopped onto it. Once he was settled onto it, Bomb Pop strapped his wrists, ankles, and waist down. Once bound he moved to get a collar.

Supermutt struggled as he was being bond and struggled more as he say the collar, a little confused. "Why do I need a collar... sir?"

"Why not? And because I can leash you when we go out." Bomb Pop replied.

"Go out? You mean outside and everything?"

"Yes. I'm not just going to leave you down here and not show you off." Bomb Pop said. Supermutt just was baffled, he thought he wasn't going to leave this place, too late now. "Not my fault you misunderstood being a slave, boy. Now you are mine, which I love. Why you think I gave you a personal trainer opportunity?" Bomb Pop said, fitting the collar to his new slave.

The new slave couldn't reply and just laid there, waiting for what his new master had in store next. He didn't have to wait too long, Bomb Pop move to grab the branding rod he put in the fire earlier and pulled it out of the blaze and showed the red hot "BP" to his new slave. Supermutt gulped loudly and struggled again to get away. Bomb Pop started to advance to his new slave and aimed for his slave's heart area, above his nipple.

"PLEASE! NO! DON'T!" Supermutt cried out.

"Sorry, pup. But I have to mark my property and yes I can do this to you. That contrat let me do anything I want to you besides kill you. And a word of advice, don't move too much as i get closer. If I miss my mark I want I may just have to redo and I know you don't want me to do that."

His master was right, he didn't want to go through it twice, let alone once. So he tried to stay still as possible as he felt more and more heat from the rod then suddenly he heard sizzling skin and burning fur and it was registered that the rod met his body and he let out a scream while staying still as he can.

Bomb Pop left the rod there for a minute then lifted off and put the rod into water and looked at his work. Which was a burning "BP" above his slave left left, by his heart. Supermutt tried to look at the mark in his skin and he was in disbelief and wished this was a dream but if it was he would be up by now because you can't be hurt in dreams.

Moving to the counter, Bomb Pop grabbed a small tube and out some stuff onto his fingers and walked back to his slave. "I probably shouldn't put this on you but maybe this will make you a good boy." Bomb Pop said as he started to rub the cream onto the burned flesh and fur.

The cream making the pain worse, a scream was pulled from Supermutt but dead down as he passed out from the pain. Bomb Pop chuckled as he finished rubbing the cream in. Once done, he left his slave to slave and move to his counter to get so other stuff around for when he wakes up.