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When Boy came to, immediately noticing how sore his hole was. It ached and ached with every movement and had a low throb. The second thing he noticed was how bloated and full he felt; it was like he had eaten a ten-course meal. The third, final thing he noticed was that wrapped around him were those familiar, furry, muscular arms that could belong to nobody but his daddy. Boy smiled and took in a deep breath, feeling the arcanine's musk tickling the back of his nostrils.

He lay there for a good long while, feeling the low heat emanating off of his daddy, feeling the arcanine's breath on the top of his head. He reached his hand down and felt his bloated, cum-stuffed belly. Glancing down, he could see that it was swollen enough to make him look pregnant, with twins no less. He also noticed that when he shifted, he could feel a cooling pool of cum, which had obviously been dripping out of his wrecked hole steadily throughout the night.

The human let out a low grunt of discomfort as he moved again, his hole aching and his swollen belly making him feel sluggish. After ensuring that his movement wouldn't wake his daddy, he carefully, and uncomfortably, eased himself out from under his daddy's sexy arms, taking one last whiff of that incredibly intoxicating musk before standing up. The bed they'd been lying in wasn't the lavish sex bed he'd been left in the night before. This was a mattress on the floor in an unfamiliar room, mostly bare, and Boy could see another room directly adjacent to it that could only be his daddy's proper bedroom.

He waddled his way into the master bathroom, feeling the need to expel some of his daddy's cum from his body. Although he didn't really want to, for he loved the feeling and thought of being stuffed full to the brim with arcanine seed, it was so uncomfortable that he had to, or else he wouldn't be able to properly move for his daddy. He squatted himself over the toilet and reached down, gasping softly as he felt just how much his daddy had ruined his hole. He could feel the damage done by the intense fucking, but instead of feeling distressed, he felt almost proud that his daddy enjoyed him enough to completely destroy him in a fucking frenzy.

He thought about this as he poked and prodded, sliding four of his fingers inside of his gaping hole with ease. He let out a small gasp of pained pleasure as his fingers brushed against parts of his wrecked pucker, and fairly soon he felt the sensation of his anus self-lubricating, in addition to the sensation of the steady cum leakage. He continued to push his hand in, and before long he hit a "pocket" of cum, sending a sudden gushing torrent of his daddy's warm white spooge flooding from his insides. He panted in blissful release as his belly shrunk by a considerable margin, feeling the surprisingly pleasurable sensation of the torrent of cum rushing out of his overstuffed insides.

After a bit the flow slowed and halted to a trickle once more. Boy's belly hadn't completely deflated, and he definitely still felt the cum inside of him, but it was much more bearable and even pleasant. Satisfied, Boy stood up and wandered over to the mirror to properly look at the damage done to his rim. He bent over and spread himself, gasping at what he saw. His anus was puffed out, red, and ever so slightly prolapsed from his daddy's animalistic fucking. He felt it in his hands once more, pushing at the meaty hole to watch it move. A blush worked its way to his cheeks. He actually loved it, loved how damaged and wrecked his anus had been by the arcanine's enormous dick. If anything, he wanted more.

Boy wasted no time in getting into the shower in order to clean himself off for his daddy. He entered the shower, which was half the size of the other one but still enormous, and began to wash himself. He closed his eyes and took in the feeling of the hot water, his full and distended belly, and the soreness of his wrecked hole. He let the water fall over him as he thought of all the ways his daddy could use him today, getting hard in the process.

He was so distracted that he didn't even realize his daddy had entered the bathroom until he put his muscular arms around him and hugged the human close against his incredible body. "D-daddy!" Boy moaned, gasping as he felt his daddy's enormous rod suddenly poke his hole and slide right in. The arcanine chuckled. "Enjoying yourself, boy?" he asked, completely nonchalant as his rod slid up into his boy toy's wrecked entrance.

"Y-yes, daddy," the human moaned, panting already as he was filled so soon again with daddy's doggy dick. The arcanine chuckled, his voice deep and rumbling. "Good. We're going to have a lot of fun today, slut," he said casually, as though he wasn't nonchalantly fucking the human's hole. His pace was even and measured, but it wasn't fast like before. It was like the casualness of the conversation was reflected in the pace of his thrusting. "Wh-what kind of fun are we h-having today, daddy?" Boy asked, barely able to stammer out the words between moans. The feeling of his daddy's throbbing cock sliding in and out of his aching hole was just a bit distracting.

"You're going to learn exactly what daddy expects of you in this house," he said, not even grunting as he fucked the human's hole surprisingly hard, for how casually he was going about it. "You're going to learn how to take care of this house and how to settle into the routine daddy is going to set up for you." At that last phrase, the arcanine angled his thrust in just the perfect way to give Boy a sudden, intense orgasm, causing him to spurt cum all over the shower floor, which was quickly washed away. The arcanine smirked as he saw his boy toy wracked with pleasure and, seizing his distended, cum-filled belly, slammed his knot inside the boy, sighing with contentment as he had his release inside the human.

Boy let out a throaty groan as he felt his daddy pump even more hot seed into him, feeling his belly distend a little more underneath the arcanine's grip. Without a word, the arcanine turned off the hot water and grabbed Boy by the back of his neck, hauling him out of the shower. Boy didn't even try to resist, letting his daddy steer him wherever he wanted him to go. The arcanine grabbed a towel for himself and the human, and Boy dried himself off, obeying the unspoken command. The arcanine opened the door.

"Go into the living room and wait for me there," he said. "Yes, daddy!" Boy said obediently. As he walked through the door, the arcanine gave him a sudden, hard smack on his ass, causing him to yelp and blush. The arcanine chuckled at that, leering at his boy-toy's well used, abused anus. The human walked into the living room and stood in the center of it, waiting. After about five minutes, his daddy walked in, holding a black leather collar in his hand.

Boy watched as the 'mon approached him, looking him right in the eye as he got right up against him. Even so soon after a shower, he could smell the arcanine's musk, and it was already setting his mind into that perfect state of numb, blissful submission. The human's breath hitched a little as his daddy gently, deliberately put the collar around his neck, tightening it just enough that he could feel it but not enough that it was uncomfortable. The human blushed deeply, looking up to find his daddy sporting a genuine smile of affection.

They stood there for the longest time before the arcanine slowly guided the boy's mouth to his plump nipple, and the boy obediently nursed as his daddy started to give him his instructions. "You are to clean the house from top to bottom every day. You dust every room, vacuum every floor, and clean every surface. You are to keep the house in a constant state of tidiness, though some leeway is allowed when it comes to sex and its inherent mess." As though on cue, a large torrent of hot cum slopped out of the boy's hole, and his inflated tummy visibly receded as the cum pooled around their feet.

The arcanine continued. "You are also to prepare my food for every meal. And as a caveat to all of this, I can change your instructions at any time. I can and will also bend you over or put you to your knees whenever I feel in the mood. I would say regardless of your mood, but I'm not sure you're ever not ready to fuck, you little whore," the arcanine chuckled, watching the human gulp down his milk with a raging erection and leaking, sloppy hole. The 'mon pulled the human from his pec. "Are we clear?"

"Y-yes sir!" stammered the human, flushed as he looked up to his daddy. "Good," said his daddy, "Now get to work."

And so, Boy did exactly as he was told. Every day, his routine was the same. He woke up early, before the arcanine did, and prepared breakfast. As the arcanine was eating his meal, the human would nurse before he ate his own portion of breakfast. Then, once he was done, he would clean up the kitchen and start cleaning the downstairs. He scrubbed every floor, cleaned every bathroom, did all of the laundry, and much more. He would then make lunch for his daddy when he wasn't at work, get his second helping of arcanine milk before his own lunch, and then move on to the upstairs.

The upstairs was easier, as it was mostly guest rooms upstairs. It was mostly just dusting things and keeping the rooms well aired out. There was only one room upstairs that he wasn't allowed to go into. It was at the very end of the hall, just past the guest bathroom, locked behind a fairly heavy wooden door. It was always locked, and when he asked his daddy about it, the arcanine just told him not to worry about it.

At first, he found the work hard, but he soon learned to take pride in being his daddy's house slave. And all the while, his daddy had the right to take him wherever he so chose. He had bent him over as he cleaned the toilets, made him worship the 'mon from head to toe in one of the guest rooms, throat fucked him in the laundry room, and even followed him around for multiple hours with three fingers lodged in his hole as the human tried to do his cleaning.

This arrangement went on for weeks, then for months. During this time, he slept in the bare room next to the master bedroom, although his daddy had no qualms about dragging him to his bed or the lavish bedroom for a long, rough night of fucking him senseless. After six months of working for and getting fucked by his daddy, he woke up one morning to find the arcanine standing over his cot. He gave the human a warm but slightly leery grin. "Good morning, boy," he said, standing tall over the human's prone form.

"G-g-good morning, daddy," he said, yawning groggily. "What's going on?" The arcanine chuckled. "I'm so glad you asked, boy. Today's a special day. You've been a good little worker and slut for the last six months. And today, I'm truly going to make you mine." At that, the boy looked up, confused. "But daddy, Aren't I already yours?" he asked. The arcanine smiled softly. "Yes, but today marks the day where it either becomes permanent, or you get your old life back," he said.

Boy was struck completely speechless. His old life? He didn't want his old life. He didn't even have a name. What was there to go back to? Before he could ask these questions, the arcanine scooped the human up in his arms and started to carry him, bridal style. The human took the opportunity to nuzzle the arcanine's chest and, with an encouraging growl, suckle on the 'mon's fat nipple. The arcanine carried the nursing human through the house, up the stairs, and down the hallway. It was then that the boy realized where his daddy was taking him.

He released the 'mon's nipple as his daddy opened the heavy wooden door and carried him inside. The room was dark at first when the door was shut, but the arcanine reached over and flipped on the lights. Boy gasped as he looked around. The room was a fully-stocked sex dungeon. There were several large scaffoldings that held various types of straps, a sex swing, several large shelves full of toys of varying sizes, and several containers of mysterious fluids of varying colors. There were fucking machines, whips, paddles, stim machines, all kinds of equipment for any kind of scene. There was even, wisely, a drain in the middle of the floor.

His daddy carried him over to the swing and strapped him in, with Boy offering no resistance. His heart was pounding in anticipation, and as his daddy pulled back, he felt a finger on his hole before a familiar pulse of tingling warmth hit his perpetually wrecked hole. His daddy smirked and grabbed a mirror. He angled it so that the boy could see his own hole, and the human watched as his hole went from irreparably damaged to clean and tight once more.

"A tight hole is a privilege, boy, not a right," he said with authority, stowing the mirror. "I'm going to test your limits here, slut. If you can handle it, you'll get to stay with me forever. If not, I send you back out there, and we'll never see each other again," he said, matter-of-factly. Boy's mind raced with terror. "I can handle it daddy, I promise! I'll do whatever you want, just don't kick me out!" he cried out in sudden hysteria, tears suddenly streaming from his face.

"None of that, boy," the arcanine said harshly, wiping the tears from his face. "I need a slut that can handle anything I can give them, no matter what. If you can't, then I'd rather send you away than hurt you with my needs. Understood?" Boy composed himself after a bit and nodded, his fear eased a bit. "Good. If it's too much, or you're too scared, the safe word is lilac." The boy nodded again. "Yes, daddy."

Without any further formalities, the arcanine lowered the swing height from his chest to his waist before walking around to the boy's face. He put his balls right over the human's face, and Boy watched the kiwi-sized orbs dangle above him tantalizingly before they lowered. The pendulous sack completely covered his face, and he frantically began to lick and suck his daddy's orbs. Instantly the musk hit, making him dizzy and blissful as he worshipped his daddy's massive balls. He could practically feel the cum churning away inside of them, even though he knew full well it didn't work that way.

He kissed and sucked at his daddy's massive jewels, when suddenly the arcanine shifted and pressed his hole right up against the boy's face. He immediately indulged in that puffy flesh ring, giving it the same amount of love he gave his balls. He loved it when his daddy sat on his face; his daddy would sometimes just push him to the ground when he worked and smother his face in those firm, muscular cheeks. And that's exactly what he did now. Boy worshipped his daddy's ass, licking the rapidly-slickening hole with reverent fervor as he inhaled nothing but pure, mind-altering musk.

The arcanine kept the boy smothered under his hole for a good long while, just enjoying the feeling of the boy's kisses, licks, and eventual nibbles. He panted as he could feel an orgasm rising, and without warning he reached his peak. The boy was suddenly floored as a gigantic gush of slick pre flooded from his daddy's spasming hole, and he gulped down as much of the sticky, slick fluid as he could. His daddy kept his hole on his mouth as he rode out the orgasm, biting his lip as he experienced the first ass-only orgasm he'd had in a long while.

Finally, he pulled off of the human's face, looking down and admiring the mess he made all over him. With only an aggressive growl, he walked over to the wall of equipment and picked up a mysterious bottle from the shelf. When he came back over, he popped the cap off and stuck the tip into the boy's hole, squeezing the plastic hard. Boy gasped as he felt something thick flood his hole, and within seconds his whole body was flushed red with arousal, and he could feel every inch of his insides as though it were a fully-sensitive pussy for two feet back. The arcanine just looked at the boy, his usual jolly demeanor replaced by a down-to-business, no-nonsense top.

"That was tentacruel mating venom," the arcanine said, throwing the bottle aside. "It lasts for hours, and makes you inconsolably horny, hot, and disoriented." True to that description, Boy's thoughts went from that pleasant state of dullness that he found in his daddy's musk to a confusing, prickly haze that made it hard for him to even think at all. His whole body was on fire, particularly his hole, and he felt pinpricks of heat all over his most sensitive spots. He whined and panted as his daddy looked down at him.

"I push my little subs to the extremes of their senses," he said, grabbing a paddle off of the wall. "Remember, if it's too much, use the safe word." And with that, he swung the paddle and gave the human a firm smack on his suspended rear. The boy yelped with pain as the wooden surface made contact with is oversensitive behind. He felt the throbbing sting that the paddle left behind but had no time to ponder it before a second one hit. He yelped and whined with each strike, but he kept himself from using the safe word just yet. It wasn't that this was unpleasant on its own, but the venom certainly added a level of discomfort.

With each smack, he could feel his cheeks getting redder and redder. He did, however, start to intermix moans of enjoyment with his yelps of discomfort. Once his daddy had settled into a spanking rhythm, he started to enjoy it just a bit. He even got acclimated to the intense sensitivity the tentacruel venom added to the experience, though he still found it uncomfortable, especially since the effect came in waves of intensity. The arcanine kept his pace steady, rock hard from the display of dominance he was showing to his boy.

After around thirty smacks, he finally stopped, setting the paddle down and gently cupping the human's cheeks. They were red, warm, and pulsing from the paddling. This made them very pleasant to the touch for the arcanine as he squeezed them gently. The human squirmed as he felt this, his cheeks raw from all of the paddling. The arcanine stood back up and walked over to the shelf again, putting the paddle back in its place and considering his other options. Boy watched him ponder for a moment before taking several objects from the shelves that the human couldn't make out.

When he approached, the arcanine grabbed the boy and slid a metal ring with a small device attached to it over the human's cock. The boy bit his lip as he felt the cool metal slide over his dick and let out a small gasp as he felt what was clearly a butt plug enter him. He moaned softly as he felt the plug being forced past his newly-tightened hole, the pain and pleasure of stretching magnified by the chemical enhancements. At first he wondered why those were there before his daddy picked up a small electronic device and pushed two buttons on it. The cock ring and butt plug both jumped to life with vibrations, sending waves of buzzing pleasure all over his cock and ass.

The arcanine pulled up a chair and just watched, stroking himself softly as the human squirmed and writhed under the vibratory effects. Boy panted and moaned, loving the intense sensations inside and out, fast approaching his orgasm. He bucked as best as he could in the harness, so close to reaching the edge, to achieving that bliss…and just like that, the sensation was gone. "Wh-what…?" he asked softly, being so close to his release but the stimuli disappearing. The arcanine merely smirked at his plaything, waiting a few minutes before turning the toys on again.

The human groaned and drooled gratefully as the stimuli came back. Once again, his orgasm built and built, but as soon as he was on the edge, the vibrations would disappear, and he would whine again. The arcanine's sadistic grin grew with each cycle of buildup, disappointment, and desperation he inflicted on his sub. By the fourth or fifth cycle, the human's cock and ass were both constantly dribbling pre, making his entire underside slick with the stuff. The arcanine kept this up for several more cycles before he finally pulled both toys from the human.

By this point, the human was a desperate, needy, disoriented mess, literally and figuratively. He could barely keep his thoughts together, tell which way was up, or feel anything but the prickling heat on his body and the aching sexual need in his genitals and back door. The arcanine slowly approached him, grabbing his thighs and resting the tip of his massive cock against his human's slimy, sticky, and slick back entrance. He looked the boy in the eye for a good long while, before he thrust his hips forward and plunged his entire cock into the human's wet hole.

Boy let out a pained, bliss-filled cry as his daddy's cock slammed all the way into his tight hole, stretching it violently around the 'mon's crimson tool. He didn't even get a moment's respite before his daddy started to unceremoniously hammer his hole at a breakneck pace. That big doggy tool slammed in and out of that hole like a piston, with all of the force and twice the efficiency of one. The human could feel every inch of that massive member slam against his prostate, brutalizing the organ and the rest of his insides as his daddy went all out on his newly-repaired hole. The sensation was easily the most intense he'd had all night, only amplified by the aphrodisiac venom that had been pumped into him at the beginning of all this.

The arcanine growled as he ruthlessly plowed into the boy's hole, gripping his thighs hard so that he could get maximum leverage. His eyes burned with a furious dominance, seemingly fueled by the sheer power he held over his sub. Not even two minutes into this violent fucking, Boy came with tremendous force, splattering himself in his own seed. This didn't even seem to register in the arcanine's mind as he plowed on.

After ten or so minutes of this intense fuck, the 'mon's knot finally slipped from its sheath and engorged to its full size. Without any hesitation, the canine slammed as hard as he could against the human, trying to ram that knot in as fast as he could. The force of that thrust rocked the swing quite hard and had the added effect of giving the human his second orgasm in twenty minutes, just from the fucking alone. After a second, third, and fourth thrust, the arcanine slammed it home, forcing that bulb of knot flesh inside the boy's barely-surviving rim.

What came next would have been no surprise to the boy if he'd been in any control of his faculties. As soon as it was in, his daddy violently tugged his knot back against his hole, distending it immensely from the pressure. After a few seconds of violent tugging, there was a loud, wet pop as the knot pulled free. The human gasped as he felt not only that but a strange rushing sensation in his rectum. The arcanine paused for a moment, chuckling darkly in his lustful frenzy. He pulled out a mirror and showed the boy his hole.

Boy gasped softly as he saw that it had completely prolapsed from the vacuum force of the knot pulling out. It had to be at least four inches of meat that had been pulled out. He only got to look for a second before the 'mon put the mirror down and lined his cock back up with the end of the prolapsed flesh. "Now to fuck it right back in," he growled. True to his word, he immediately slammed his cock and knot back in, stuffing the flesh back inside the boy's anus at breakneck pace.

The arcanine continued to knot fuck the boy's fully bloomed rose, rocking the swing with the force of his thrusting. He growled like an animal, putting the entire strength of his lower body into each thrust, his powerful muscles rippling with the effort. Boy was driven completely insensate by the feeling, and he came so very close to using the safe word. But at the same time, he knew that he loved every second of abuse the arcanine was putting on his truly, completely, utterly destroyed and ruined hole. He lost count of how many orgasms he had over the course of this brutal fuck session, though he figured it was in triple digits by now.

The pokémon growled with furious lust as he continued to use his human like a disposable fuck sleeve, slamming his meat into the boy's own meaty hole. His knot popped in and out of the boy's hole with no effort, though the weakly clenching rectum did put up a decent fight. Boy lost track of time in the midst of all of this, and after what felt like both an eternity and a brief moment, the 'mon slammed in harder than he had before and pumped a veritable torrent of seed inside the boy. The force of the ejaculate was so much that Boy could feel himself rocking with each burst, feeling each massive jet of potent, fertile arcanine seed fill his belly.

The orgasm lasted for minutes before the 'mon subsided. The throbbing arcanine cock remained inside him as the arcanine performed his final act of dominance for the night. He bit his lip and let out a long sigh of relief as he emptied his bladder inside the boy's angry red, ruined hole. The human blushed deeply as his daddy marked his insides as his territory. That blush grew even deeper as the arcanine pulled out, making sure to soak his entire lower half in arcanine pee. After the golden flow tapered off, the 'mon took a seat, and they both sat there in the endorphin afterglow.

After a good long while of panting in silence, the arcanine slowly undid Boy's restraints and placed a hand on his destroyed hole. There was warmth, and soon the boy's hole was repaired enough that his insides didn't hang out of him, although it wasn't virgin-tight again as it had been before. The arcanine hugged his human close, and the human returned the gesture. He sighed deeply at the loving embrace of his dominant daddy, letting his scent calm him from his racing heartbeat and the stress of that intense session.

"Are you okay, boy?" he asked the human. Boy nodded against his daddy's chest. "Yes, daddy. I'm tired, and sore, but I'm okay. I liked it, a lot." The arcanine let out a sigh of relief, and he carried the boy to bed with him. They both slept hard that night, deep and dreamless, and when they awoke, they did so together. Boy snuggled with his daddy for a long time, letting that musk permeate his senses as usual, before his daddy stood up and retrieved a box from the dresser. He handed the human the box, motioning for him to open it.

Boy did, and inside he found several pieces of paper, a phone and wallet, and a set of keys. He picked up the wallet and opened it. Inside was some money, some credit cards, and an ID with his face on it. "Eric Anders," he read. The arcanine nodded. "You passed all of the tests. You'll be staying with me from now on, boy," the 'mon said with a gentle care to his voice. "You've earned your name back. Your personality and your sense of self back. But you belong to me, now and forever."

Eric nodded, standing up and giving his daddy an enormous hug. All of the memories of his old life flooded back. Even though he was himself again, it didn't matter. He wanted to stay with his daddy forever.

After all, they still had so much more fun to have together.