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Important Note: Please be aware that the following story is 60 pages of hardcore gay S&M kink. That's nearly 30,000 words of dark, non-consensual BDSM which easily makes this my longest self-contained story ( by far ). If you are not of the mood or disposition for reading this kind of subject matter, I advise you to browse around for a different story to enjoy. As for the rest of you folks who dig this kind of material, I hope you find this latest serving of ultra-kink to your liking.

"Just what the hell do you people want with me! For the hundredth time, let me go! Now. Or I start getting litigious!"

Jaime had spent the last several minutes yelling at the three men in creaseless white lab coats, but none of them had seemed to pay him much attention. That worried the golden retriever more than he was willing to let on. He masked his fear with another outburst of anger.

"I've been here for hours already. Give me back my cell phone and let me out of this chair. Someone is going to come looking for me. Come on... someone cut me a break here. I have work tomorrow!"

But the men continued to ignore him. They conferred with one another as they examined various folders and clipboards and murmured softly enough that Jaime couldn't make out what they were saying. Though he guessed that it had something to do with him, tipped off by the way one of them would occasionally look over, glancing at him over their shoulder.

With a frustrated huff, the canine tried to settle down. But even as he did so he couldn't resist tugging at the various cuffs that held him in a seated position in what appeared to be a modified dentist chair. The bindings weren't uncomfortable but they were sturdy. They didn't even creak in protest when Jaime pulled with as much strength as he could muster.

This went on for a few more minutes until one of the men in lab coats pulled up a chair and offered him a small smile. He was a tiger who might have fit at one point in his life, but if so that was years behind him. Now the middle aged feline was soggy from head to toe, with his pronounced belly being particularly pronounced. The dog only registered this unimportant fact because he was desperate to learn more about his circumstances.

Was this the man who'd kidnapped him? He couldn't remember how he'd gotten here. Panic welled up his throat and he fought to keep himself under control. No matter how tempting it was to freak out, Jaime knew that wouldn't help him get out of this situation.

Taking a seat on the retriever's left side the tiger readjusted his glasses, cleared his throat, and said, "Hello Jaime. I'd like to ask you a few questions, if that's okay with you. I know you're worried and that's completely understandable. But I give you my word -- the sooner we can get through these questions, the sooner you can leave. Okay?"

Jaime eyed him warily as the other men busied themselves around the clinical looking room, typing on consoles and carefully twisting dials on complicated looking machines. The dog took a few deep breaths, sized up the pleasantly smiling tiger, and nodded once.

"Yeah, fine. But then I want to go. Alright?"

Nodding in an assuring manner that made his neck plump out a little, the lab technician replied, "Of course. We'll send you on your way as soon as we can. I promise you."

Jaime gave the man a skeptical look, but eventually nodded once more.

"Excellent!" the man said, setting a clipboard on his knee and producing a pen. "First question then. Would you say you're primarily heterosexual, primarily homosexual, or primarily bi-sexual? If none of those describes you, please pick the best fit of the three."

The canine wanted to ask just what the hell kind of question that was, but he kept his temper in check and reminded himself that these people were potentially dangerous. It was best not to anger them. At least, not until he had a better understanding of just what this was all about.

Cautiously, Jaime offered up a reluctant, "...Heterosexual."

The man nodded, never losing his affable smile and made a quick note on the paper.

"Very good, sir. And if you could just confirm your age for us?"

The dog didn't see what it could hurt to give out that information. It's not like they'd asked him for his social security number. Not yet, anyway.

"Twenty. Twenty one in a month."

The tiger jotted it down and followed up with, "I see. And today's date?"

Jaime raised an eyebrow. "All those fancy machines back there, and not a one of them can tell you the time?"

The scientist chuckled, his face lighting up. "I agree it's a bit of a silly question, but the primary purpose is to check your memory. I've been told you have no memory of being checked into our care?"

The yellow furred dog's heart speed up a bit upon hearing that. Maybe he'd finally be able to get some answers! If he played his cards right. Keeping his face passive and his voice calm, Jaime told him the date and then asked in an offhand manner, "Oh... and who checked me in again? DId you say it was my family?"

The tiger's smile broadened ever so slightly as if he saw right through Jaime's attempt to turn the tables by asking him questions. He ignored the much younger man and countered with, "I'm going to show you some pictures now, Jaime. I'd like you to tell us your honest opinion of them. Please don't hold anything back or worry about offending us. This is a safe place."

To his right side one of the two other lab coated men, an otter, was placing a tight fitting cap on the canine's head. Jaime couldn't get a good look at it, but he could feel wires dangling off of it as they brushed across his shoulders.

"What the hell is that!" the dog demanded, flustered.

The tiger placed a hand on Jaime's arm and in a reassuring voice said, "It's just a sensor array for data collection on brain waves. It's incapable of harming you. And no one here will hurt you, Jaime. Please believe that."

The dog tried to get himself back under control but couldn't help but tug at the straps holding him in place. He blew out a lungful of air in a long tense exhale and then nodded sharply.

"Okay, whatever. Let's get this over with."

The tiger withdrew his hand and used it to reach over and grab a tan colored folder. Reaching into it, the scientist plucked out the first picture and carefully held it out before Jaime, two feet in front of his face.

"Think of this like an inkblot test. Just say anything that comes to mind. Anything at all."

Jaime didn't know what kind of picture he expected the man to question him on but he hadn't been expecting this. It was just so... boring. But he noticed the tiger looking at him expectantly and did his best to verbalize some kind of opinion.

"I dunno... it's just a guy in a suit. Looks like a big guy? Hard to tell. A bull... expensive suit... seems tight on him. Large horns. He might be later forties, early fifties. His face isn't saying much... it's like he's posing for a business photo or something. Kind of looks stern or something. Like he just got done firing someone."

The tiger nodded at him as the otter took notes in what appeared to be a leather bound journal.

"Excellent, Jaime. Simply excellent. And how about this photo?"

The technician put the first image away and took out the next, holding it up so the canine could get a good look at it.

The dog nearly choked on his own spit, hollering out, "What the fuck is this shit! Get that crap out of my face, man!"

But the tiger didn't budge and only angled his head slightly as if to implore Jaime to keep going. When the dog didn't immediately continue on, the scientist prodded him by saying, "If you would be so kind, please verbalize your thoughts."

Jaime felt himself beginning to sweat as he noticed that all three men were now looking at him, the zebra joining them. He forced himself to speak if for no other reason than to break the awkward silence that had overtaken the room.

"It's the same guy... the fucking bull. Cept he's being a pervert in this one."

The otter jotted a note as the tiger nodded and said, "Oh? Please, continue."

"He's fucking naked! No, not just naked. He got some kind of leather kink shit on. Straps and boots and.... and a cock ring! He's rock hard and staring at the camera. Same expression... like he's pissed or annoyed or something. Enough man, get that shit out of my face."

The tiger did so but only so that he could replace it with a third photo. This one a highly detailed close up of the bull's heavily veined shaft. A drop of clear precum beaded at the top, held between two prominent sides of the cock's piss slit.

Jaime stomach felt uneasy and he thought he might be sick. This was just so twisted. He couldn't begin to guess at the men's game but he knew that whatever it was, it couldn't be good news for him.

"Enough... just, please stop. Enough."

But the tiger didn't. He was no longer smiling having instead adopted a look of caring concern on his face even as he continued to hold the photo directly in front of Jaime's field of vision.

"As soon as we can. This is important, Jaime. Tell us what's on your mind. There are no wrong answers."

Groaning in aggravation, Jaime temper started to get the better of him.

"What the fuck do you want me to say! It's that same pervert again! Well good news for him, he's hung! How great for him! Who the hell is this guy anyway? Am I supposed to know this asshole or what?"

The technicians exchanged glances and the room went silent for a moment or two. This was eventually interrupted by the zebra who said, "This isn't working. We should have seen results by now. It's been over five weeks."

Still holding up the picture the tiger ignored Jaime for the moment to confer with his peers and said, "These things take. We can't know anything for sure until at least week eight. This is inline with some of our estimates."

This time it was the otter's turn to speak.

"Yes, our bleakest estimates. Mr. Zimmer is paying us for results. Results that so far have eluded us, despite our initial rosy predictions. This needs to be reported. We do not want to surprise him with this bad news. He'll hear about this sooner or later when he demands our findings."

The tiger disagreed, shaking his head.

"No. There's no call for that. If we report failure before encountering failure, we'll end up being responsible for scuttling our own project. And that's plainly nonsensical."

The room broke out into argument as Jaime stared at the men, mouth agape at the sudden implications. Did they just say he'd been here for weeks? No, that couldn't be possible. Just yesterday he'd been home watching TV. ...Right? The dog strained to think as the scientists debated amongst themselves.

If he'd been here for weeks, then why didn't he have any memories? It didn't make any sense. And yet... something about the photo before him suddenly seemed familiar. As if he had seen it at some point in the past. A vague recollection tugged at Jaime and his breathing deepened as he focused on the picture of the bull's hefty wang. There was something about it... something... something he could almost put his finger on.

"Wait... quiet... Quiet!" the otter called out.

"Yes? What?" the impatient zebra demanded.

Pointing at the golden retriever the otter observed aloud, "Look! We're getting a reaction!"

All three men turned their attention back to Jaime, who blinked back in surprise. Then following their eyes, he looked down and noticed that he'd pitched a tent in his trousers while they'd squabbled.

"A positive reaction!" the tiger exclaimed, his excitement apparent. "I told you! I knew it!"

Jaime blushed and felt the need to defend himself.

"It's just a hard-on. Guys get them all the time. It's not the photo... I told you, I don't swing that way."

The zebra scratched his chin and said, "The boy may very well be right on this... We need to be sure. Show him the next picture."

Shoving the photo of the bull's erection back into the folder the tiger hurried to produce the next. Jaime grimaced as he was treated to an up close and personal view of the same man's heavily wrinkled sack. Mostly hairless, thick black skin held two hefty orbs, the bull's sperm filled balls. Bloated with evident need the pair took up the whole area of the photograph.

The room held its collective breath for a few seconds until the otter cried out, "A twitch! I saw his crotch twitch! Another positive reaction! Two in a row! And the sensor array is corroborating it... this could be a breakthrough!"

The three men broke into discussion again, talking too fast for Jaime to follow as he was busy calling out, "Hey, stop that! It doesn't mean anything! I'm twenty years old... I don't even need a reason to get hard! And stop talking about me! You guys are being fucking gross!"

They ignored him and the dog fell silent, irritated beyond words. He stared at the picture, glaring hateful daggers at the bull's mighty family jewels. They pissed him off so much. These assholes... this situation... those balls. It just wasn't fair! He hated this. He wanted to punch them in their nerdy faces. And that picture! It made him so mad he wanted to suck on those balls! He just wanted to pull one of them his mouth and wrap his tongue around it, licking it clean of any musky sweat.

Jaime wasn't moving before but that didn't stop him from freezing in place. Where the hell had that thought come from? And why was his aching cock straining so hard in his pants? The dog felt slightly sick to his stomach as he felt himself ponder just how those bull bullocks would taste as he took them both into his mouth. He tried to tear his eyes away from glossy picture, and only succeeded after an exhausting exertion of sheer will.

Eyes closed, head bowed and panting, the canine didn't notice until it was too late to object that the zebra had come up behind him with a rubber penis gag. Before Jaime knew what was happening he had a thick artificial cock muffling his protests. Still chatting with his colleagues as he worked, the zebra closed the clasp of the ring gag that held the aggressively sized dildo in place, took the sensor cap off and replaced it with a leather hood. The dog tried to fight but there was nothing to be done as he was left mute and blind.

This left the three scientists in peace as they discussed the canine as though he wasn't even in the room. The voice belonging to the otter spoke up and said, "This is a very promising turn of events. Dr. Berchman, if you please. I'd enjoy looking upon the fruits of our labors, as it were."

The bound canine sensed as the tiger leaned over, the plump man's stomach bumping into him as the scientist unbutton and then unzip his pants. Once more Jaime struggled pointlessly but within moments he felt the tiger's warm hand tug his bone hard arousal out of his underwear and into the open. The dog tried to plead his case but the fake cock kept him inarticulate. His world darkened by the hood, the best he could do was shake his head back and forth.

The zebra whistled in appreciation and Jaime blushed under the hood. Then the man pronounced, "If our hopes are confirmed, Mr. Zimmer will be pleased. Very, very pleased."

"And we'll have all the funding we'll need for years! Think of the discoveries we'll make! This is the true frontier of neuroscience," the tiger stated with glee.

But the otter wasn't quite as ready to call this a done deal and countered with, "Even if everything checks out, we still have much work ahead of us before we can call this an unqualified success. A single erection does mean it's time to break out the champagne."

"That's true," the tiger responded, "but if my hunch proves out, we've just overcome the biggest hurdle. We've been showing him explicit photos of Mr. Zimmer for weeks and this was the first time the patient has shown a reaction other than anger or disgust. But this! This is a foundation we can build on. I believe the going will be much easier from this point forward."

Tiling his hooded head in confusion, Jaime tried to piece together just what the hell they were talking about. And even though the retriever could no longer see the photos of the bull's cock and balls, in his head he could still picture them clear as crystal. What really worried the canine was how familiar they'd seemed. As though he could almost imagine how they looked and tasted. His exposed doggy cock twitched again, visible to any of the scientists who cared to look over.

"Still.... Dr. Donohue has a good point," the zebra remarked. "It's too early to say for certain. I'll be much more comfortable with our progress when the boy erects consistently upon being shown the source material. It's also worth mentioning that we hadn't yet gotten around to showing him the potentially more disagreeable articles this session. For all we know, he'd of gone as limp as a wet noodle upon seeing the picture where Mr. Zimmer's half hard erection lays draped across his face."

The otter agreed saying, "Indeed. Or the one where the bull is pouring the contents of that double-tall shot glass into the dog's spider-gagged mouth. You'll recall that the youth vomited on the lap floor the last time he was exposed that particular series of photos. And we've barely even started getting into the video materials Mr. Zimmer has provided for us."

"Yes, yes, I understand all that," the tiger said, sounding as though he were finally losing patience with his peers negativity. "But I'm telling you, look! He's stiff as a flag pole. Surely you saw the look in his eyes as he lusted after Mr. Zimmer's gonads. That was sexual hunger, pure and simple. The mental plasticity treatments are working."

The zebra made a thoughtful humming noise and then proclaimed, "Then let's not waste any time in redundant hypothesizing. Administer the long term memory block injection and we'll pick up where we left off in three hours. Let's hope our optimism is justified. If so, we should get a repeat of this display. From there, we'll segway into afternoon treatment. I'm told Mr. Zimmer will be on site with his camera crew here before too long. I believe he plans to introduce the boy to deep throating today."

Shocked at hearing this, Jaime shook his head in protest and writhed in his seat. The three men continued their conversation, ignoring him.

Guffawing the otter said, "I don't see the point of that. It's not like the boy will retain any memory or retain any skill. He'll learn absolutely nothing and be just as terrible at blowjobs a month from now as he is today. And deepthroating? That's a bit ambitious, considering the bull's girth and length."

The tiger chuckled lightly and in a friendly patronizing voice he told the otter, "I think you're missing the point, dear friend. Mr. Zimmer isn't trying to train the boy. He's enjoying the novelty of each time being as though it were the very first time. Despite the weeks he's spent with us, Jaime has no memories of any of his time spent with the bull. Not conscious ones at any rate. This means that each and every time the bull pays Jaime a visit, the retriever is for all intents and purposes a virgin. At least, when it comes to what two men can do together. My guess is Mr. Zimmer is finding special joy in witnessing the boy's reaction each time he reveals himself to Jaime. You must admit... the man posses an impressive piece of hardware."

His voice soft to keep his words from sounding like an accusation, the otter inquired, "And you don't think it's the least bit traumatic for an oral virgin to have a well endowed bull shaft choking and gagging him to the point of near unconsciousness for the better part of two hours?"

"That's it exactly!" shouted the tiger. "That's why this research is so important. Imagine treating things like PTSD... dementia... alzheimer's. The fact that Jaime can go through something so terribly traumatic time after time, day after day, and be no worse for wear proves the value of this scientific inquiry. Instead of developing a serious mental issue and turning into a basket case, tomorrow morning Jaime will be right as rain."

The dog went very still, suddenly very conscious of how the dildo felt, its cockhead pressed near to the entrance to his throat. The ring gag prevented him from biting down the artificial member in instinctual self defense.

The zebra thought on this, then interjected. "Let me understand this. Do you truly believe that by controlling the formation of long term memories you can completely mitigate the fallout of experiences such a forcible copulation?"

"I think by now we've seen plenty of evidence to back this up, don't you?" countered the tiger. "I'll remind you that every treatment session that includes Mr. Zimmer, he shakes Jaime's hand first. Do you think that if the boy had even the slightest inkling of a notion that the bull would soon be using that very same hand to force the dog down onto his cock that a straight lad like Jaime would take that hand in polite greeting?"

"Touché" answered the zebra. "But if you really believe that... then you'd have no qualms if we sexually exploited him, right here and now."

The tiger paused, then said "Err... excuse me? I hardly feel that's an appropriate joke, Dr. Hallandale"

The otter stayed silent as his ears perked up. The zebra didn't disappoint the scientist as he carried on with, "I'm quite serious, Dr. Berchman. We are minutes away from preventing the boy from forming any long term memories regarding this session. By the logic you've laid out, you would have no complaint were I to use Jaime for sexual relief prior to this. After all, shortly he'll have no recollection of anything that's transpired here."

Pondering this for a minute, the merry tiger stated, "No, I suppose I wouldn't. At their core, a person is constituted of their memories. Assuming no long term physical harm, morally you'd be in the clear. Your overall happiness would be increased while Jaime's overall happiness would remain entirely unchanged. Therefore, perfectly ethical. For that matter... there'd be no harm even if all three of us used the boy for... gratification. Hypothetically, of course."

For a long while the room fell deathly silent. Jaime strained his ears to get some sense of what was happening, but his pounding heart made it hard to hear. But the solid clack of a door being locked shut made his heart thump even harder in his chest. Not longer after the sound of a zipper being tugged down was unmistakable. A sound that was soon followed by two more identical noises and the shuffling of pants being discarded.

When the dildo was pulled out of his muzzle Jaime tried to beg but the ring gag turned his words into mush. Made blind by the leather hood he could smell rather than see the three growing cocks closing in on him.

The genial tiger addressed his fellow scientists in a casual tone that held an undercurrent of conspiracy. "We should have plenty of time before someone else comes to fetch the patient. But Dr. Donohue, if you would go ahead and inject the memory blockers? No reason to waste time. We'll need to shower him thoroughly afterwards to clean him of any... stray fluids."

The otter fetched something from a nearby tray and pressed a needle into Jaime's arm, making him wince. Then as he injected the syringe's contents into the panicked dog's arm, Dr. Donohue advised, "No facials, if you please. The more the boy swallows and ingests, the easier the post session clean up will be."

The zebra took position first, placing a palm on Jaime's hooded head while using his other hand to guide his member in until the tip rested past the sturdy metal ring and up against the writhing surface of the canine's wet tongue. Then he spoke to say, "Don't worry. Jaime's going to be a good boy for us and swallow everything, won't you? Just relax now, pup. We'll take good care of you... just like you'll take good care of us. Just like you've been taking care of Mr. Zimmer."

The dog didn't know what the man was talking about, but he didn't get much of a chance to consider it as seconds later Jaime was forced to taste his very first cock, the lab coat wearing men ignoring his dick-muffled protests. Not long after the experience was repeated a second and third time, the boy realizing that he could no longer honestly say he'd never smoked another man's pole before. Then everything went blank as the patient's memories were consumed by a cleansing white light.

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12 Weeks Later

Jaime's fingers drummed on the table in impatient. He'd been waiting for over two hours for this 'Mr. Zimmer' person to show up. The golden retriever was annoyed at the interruption of his college schedule but the head-hunter who had scheduled the meeting had paid him five thousand dollars if he'd drop what he was doing and speak with Mr. Zimmer right then.

Of course, the head-hunter hadn't found fit to mention that 'right then' might very well turn into 'several hours later'. Even more annoying, somewhere along the way his watch had broken. Frowning at the face of the device strapped to his wrist, Jaime wondered if he'd have to throw it away. The digital face displayed a time and date that were plainly incorrect. Unless he's suddenly become a time traveler, there was no way this was over four months from when he started out to class this morning.

This meeting room seemed nice enough, though. The canine sat on a plush couch and tried another look out one of the window. They were all heavily frosted over though, and it was impossible to see anything other than vague blobs. Still, the blue light that came through the glass was pleasant enough and he'd gotten bored staring at the unassuming objects in the room.

To Jaime's right, the door suddenly opened and in strode a confident, towering bull. Mr. Zimmer, the dog presumed. The retriever smiled at the man, for some reason irrationally happy that the suited man had arrived to join him. This feeling only grew as the bull came over and shook his hand before joining him on the couch. It felt natural, like greeting a long time friend. No... not a friend exactly. Something else. The dog didn't have the time to ponder this sensation much.

For his part, Mr. Zimmer wasn't smiling but despite this, the man did seem pleased. He considered Jaime for a long second and then addressed him with, "I'm told you're nearly ready to come home, boy."

If the deep tone of the voice hadn't been unsettling enough, the bull's words threw the dog for a loop. He wasn't sure how to interpret them so he asked politely, "I'm sorry, sir?"

Mr. Zimmer ignored the implied question and said, "I'm pressed for time today, pup. We'll be able to go at a more relaxed pace tomorrow, but for now..."

Standing up, the horned bull took off his tie with a couple deft tugs, and then proceeded to remove both his shirts and pants. Jaime sat gawking as he realized the now stripped naked man hadn't been wearing any underwear, his wide eyes scanning up and down the large bull's nude form. Then the canine found his voice saying, "Mr. Zimmer... I'm not sure what you're expecting to happen here but--"

The bull spoke, his commanding tone demanding respect. "My expectation is that you'll will provide proper service, little one. Take me in hand. Now."

Before Jaime understood what he was doing his arm had already stretched out before him so that his hand could clasp gently around the bull's swelling member. The canine was dumbfounded as he instinctively got to work the shaft, pumping the man's flesh until it grew to its penultimate size before solidifying to warm iron under Jaime's grip.

"I... I don't understand what's happening," the canine stuttered unsure of himself.

"Understanding is not a prerequisite for obedience, boy. Tell me... have you ever pleased another man with your mouth before?" Mr. Zimmer's eyes glowed with sharp intellect in the room's soft light as the pleasure of the moment tugged at the corners of his mouth in a smile that refused to fully manifest.

"No, never!" Jaime protested. "Of c-course not!"

"We will be correcting that oversight here and now, then. Our time grows short, pup. If I'm to arrive at my next appointment on time, I'll be needing to spend my load down your throat within the next ten minutes. No dawdling now. Attend to my needs quickly."

The bull spoke as if he had every expectation that Jaime would trip over himself to do as instructed. Despite the warm feelings the man's presence conjured in his heart, the canine felt insulted and embarrassed at the treatment and opened his mouth with every intention of giving the man a piece of his mind. Sure, he was only twenty but there was no way he was putting up with this! The very idea was beyond absurd!

But a strange thing happened when Jaime tried to protest. He couldn't find the words. Instead he could only stare hungrily at the thick meat held in his nervously shaking hand. There was something about the bull's dick... something impossible to describe. It was as though a part of the canine was missing and if only he'd just give in to the man's command then everything would suddenly become all right in the world.

But that was crazy! Jaime knew for certain that he was one hundred percent straight. His previous girl friends could testify to that. But this musky scent... the cock's bulbous head. Those prominent veins and ponderous balls. This wasn't about gay or straight part of his whispered. This was about getting the bull off so the man could make his important meeting on time. The bull was a grade A alpha stud who needed relief and Jaime knew in his bones that this wasn't the time for backtalk. Especially not when time was so short.

Another separate part of the dog was yelling at him, screaming bloody murder that this didn't make any sense. That there was something terribly wrong about this whole situation. The thought pained Jaime and so he pushed it away. There'd be time to consider that later. For now the bull clearly wasn't playing around, and for some unknown reason even the notion of disappointing the erect bull made the canine stress with acute anxiety. It was so much easier just to roll with the punches... especially when the gorgeous man's sexual equipment smelled so good.

Those thoughts all happened over the course of a few seconds and then the golden retriever's mind was made up. For the moment he'd give in to the man's wishes because, why not? College was a time for experimentation after all. He pulled gently on the bull's member to draw Mr. Zimmer closer but the man didn't budge.

"No, pup. That isn't the way of things. It is you who comes to me," Mr. Zimmer declared, his body unmoving as though carved from granite.

Blushing at what he was about to do, Jaime slid off the couch until he was kneeling directly before the bull, his muzzle at crotch level. Mr. Zimmer made an impatient grunt as the retriever's conflicting thoughts gave way to delay. This rumbling noise broke through any lingering resistance and the dog pressed his lips around the crown of the bull's dick before leaning forward to take in as much of the rest as he dared. Which to Jaime's genuine surprise was actually quite a lot.

Eight inches of the man's shaft glided over the canine's tongue, it's slightly salty musk a welcome taste to his senses. Jaime's hand shifted down to cover what he'd been unable to fit into his muzzle and began rhythmically squeezing the base of Mr. Zimmer's cock. A small buzz of confusion ran through Jaime when he experienced the uncanny sense that the bull's impressive cock was fulfilling its true purpose. The canine wouldn't have been able to explain the concept to another person, but Jaime knew that the man's flesh belonged in his muzzle. That his mouth and throat were not so much meant for speaking and eating but rather for welcoming this man's breeding apparatus in and for giving it pleasure. As if talking and chewing food were just things it did to occupy time until it was time to fulfil its true purpose.

Mild bewilderment on his face, Jaime got to work. Licking, sucking, stroking. He looked up from his knelt position as he went through the motions as though by muscle memory. The bull's hard eyes met his his and the golden retriever shuddered, his pants growing tighter as the man's unflinching gaze lanced Jaime even more thoroughly than his rod was. Intuition told the dog that he'd have to do his very best to meet the man's ten minute deadline. That same intuition spelled out in no uncertain terms that Jaime would come to bitterly regret it if he failed to make the bull climax within the allotted time. A faint, ghostlike recollection of IcyHot being smeared across his tender bits haunted the canine before it vanished from his conscious mind.

To Jaime, the uncomfortably wide cock seemed both alien and commonplace. He ran his tongue over where he thought a prominent vein might be found and was unsurprised to find it winding a twisted trail down the side of the bull's cock. It was intensely confusing for the college boy. He'd never been with another man before and yet here he knelt like a wanton sorority slut. His own rock hard dick was ignored, hidden away in his pants while Jaime focused solely on the bull's pleasure. His own gratification wasn't an afterthought. It wasn't even in consideration. Somehow the canine knew that the man would be deeply displeased if he whipped his own unit out of his pants. It surged in his underwear, desperate to play and pouting at being ignored.

Mr. Zimmer glanced at his watch and huffed in disapproval. Jaime kicked himself for being distracted with thoughts of his own selfish relief. His jaw joints already developing a dull ache, the canine redoubled his efforts, pouring himself into the task of securing the business man's timely arrival at his important meeting. Taking more of shaft's length past his stretched lips, Jaime ignored the pained protest of his throat as he crammed additional inches past its sensitive entrance. Suppressing a gag the dog continued to look up, hoping fervently for some sign of approval from the bull. Some indication that he was doing a doing a good job.

Instead Jaime witnessed Mr. Zimmer pull out his smartphone, using his massive thumbs to carefully type on the device's touch screen. The dog's heart fell as the machine continued to hold the bull's full attention. This only drove the canine harder as he strove to prove himself worthy to the task. Ignoring his own discomfort and his rising tide of arousal, Jaime sucked and slobbered over the slightly twitching bull prong.

But as the minutes ticked by the canine began to sweat. His balls ached in phantom pain as he realized he might not make it in time. How long did he have left? A minute, two? Mere seconds? Jaime made a small moan of worry around the cock as he fretted about what to do. This noise made the bull pause, then look back down for the first time since pulling out his smartphone. On a hunch the dog seized the opportunity, moaning even louder as though the bull's cock was coated in the finest of ambrosia.

Mr. Zimmer huffed again, but this time the masculine noise was one of sexual conquest. Jaime kept it up, closing his eyes until they were half-lidded with lust and groaned in undisguised sexual desire as his tongue ravished the underside of the now throbbing meat.

Without warning, the bull shoved Jaime to his back with a body jarring thump. Seconds later he'd straddled the boy's chest and leaned over until his cock was jamming its way back into the canine's mouth. The dog's world went dark as the bull's huge body blocked out almost all light. Not knowing what else to do and acutely aware that there was virtually no time remaining, Jaime moaned like a porn actress in a cheesy skin flick as the bull began piston fucking his face. The back of his head against the floor, there was nothing the dog could do as the much larger, much stronger bull's hips slammed down again and again. Jaime's throat felt raw as the steel hard cock ravaged it further. His jaws ached something fierce and he the pressure on his cranium was causing a thunderous migraine to develop in short order. Moving on its own accord, his hand instinctively went to his own needy flesh. Only to stop halfway there upon realization that such an action would be incredibly disrespectful of Mr. Zimmer.

With a roar that bordered on thunderous, the bull turned Jaime's world into a deluge of salty sperm as the boy got his first time of another male's seed. Given the choices of swallowing quickly or drowning in bull spunk the canine chose to live and gulped down the foul tasting liquid as fast as he could manage, his lungs already burning with the need for fresh oxygen. The realization of what he was doing hit him like a truck. He didn't even know this man. God and this jizz tasted awful. Jaime knew why exes had always insisted on spitting into a napkin or the sink.

After another minute or two of holding the college boy in place with his body mass, the bull continued taking deep lungfuls of air as he stood up. Walking over to his clothes he fetched a napkin from his jacket pocket, using it in hurried dabbing motions as he cleaned up what aftermath remained on and around his softening penis. The canine stayed on his back, heart thudding and chest panting, painfully aware of the growing after taste of sour bull cum. Silently he watched the bull get dressed, not sure how things would proceed from here.

In too big of a hurry to put on his tie he'd pulled off earlier, Mr. Zimmer draped it over his right shoulder as he checked his watch.

"By my clock, there are only fifteen seconds left. Which to my mind is far too close to be considered timely. Now I'll have to get lucky with the traffic lights if I'm to get to my massage on time." There was a distinct note of disapproval in his explanation. "Did you touch yourself boy?"

Jaime blinked. "Umm, I'm not sure what..."

The bull came over and placed a recently shoed foot onto his chest, pushing him against the floor until it was a strain to breath. "Did you play with that little child cock of yours? Yes or no."

"No, sir!" the retriever wheezed.

Mr. Zimmer considered him for a moment with cold eyes, then harrumphed and said, "At least we've gotten that issue mostly squared away it seems. We will be spending more time on that problem area tomorrow. For now, apologize for making me late and then report to the treatment room."

Jaime was going to say something on the subject of how absurd it was to blame another man for being late because you were too busy getting a blowjob. Especially when that man was the one giving you the blowjob! But the look in the man's eye and the shoe on his chest convinced the dog that this would have been a suicidally unwise thing to mention.

So instead he said, "I'm sorry sir, for making you late to your appointment!"

But the bull didn't move or even relent on the pressure building up on his chest. Then Jaime understood his mistake.

"And thank you for letting me suck your cock! It really puts mine to shame!"

The canine wasn't sure why he'd added that last part. Maybe he was hoping that seeing him eat a little humble pie would put the bull in a better mood, which could alleviate his breathing situation.

And though he kept his face completely neutral, Mr. Zimmer was secretly thrilled. The dog had never gotten close to finishing him off in under ten minutes before, or shown such enthusiasm for the bull's dick. Hearing Jaime moaning like that around his dick, like the wanton little slut he really was or would at least soon become, had pushed the bull over the edge instantly. And, not only had he shown proper respect for the bull's dick, he'd shown disregard for his own pleasure by avoiding pawing for the first time as he did so. The bull hid his reactions to all this, but he was beaming with pleasure that the dog had made such breakthroughs.

Taking his foot back much to Jaime's gasping relief, the bull fixed the dog with one last glare and then turned around and strode off. As he did he announced, "You must do better in the coming weeks, boy. It is not enough to merely get me off. Any prostitute can do that. Think on that while you can. Tomorrow we start fresh." He said that last bit as he walked out the door, leaving Jaime flummoxed.

The dog was at a complete loss for words. But after his head up he found himself glaring at his own tented pants and said, "This is all your fault. That's it, no more thinking with my balls!"

Hearing a noise at the door Jaime winced, half-convinced the bull had returned to dump a second load in him. Instead, it was a plump, pleasantly smiling tiger. The man gave him a small wave and made his way over. As he approached he said, "Oh my, he made quite the mess of your muzzle, didn't he? Mr. Zimmer is quite... prolific with his output, isn't he?"

Still too out of sorts to ask any of the real important questions, the embarassed college youth said, "Umm... yeah. Are there like, an extra set of clothes or something I could change into?"

The tiger shook his head and calmly stated, "No need, Jaime. Your next session doesn't involve any clothes. Go ahead and strip so that that those can be washed. We'll need them for tomorrow when we re-dress you for Mr. Zimmer's arrival. They are, after all, the only garments you came in with."

Jaime confused head ached and he could only manage, "Next session?"

The tiger leaned down besides the canine and started helping him out of his pants. Having a strong notion that it wouldn't be wise to resist, the retriever allowed Dr. Berchman to remove his clothes until he was lying fully exposed on the carpet trying not to blush again.

Only then did the scientist answer him saying, "Yes, we have you down for a double-length edging session." As the tiger said this he casually reached over and began stroking the dog's stiff arousal, as if such a thing were perfectly natural. "Mr. Zimmer wants you nice and horny for his time with you tomorrow, so he can test your self discipline. This delightful cock of yours will be getting a great deal of attention today, courtesy of the lab technicians."

The dog had a strong urge to put a stop to the tiger's molestations, but he resisted this impulse. He needed answers from the man and if he did anything to put the out of shape nerd out of sorts, the man might clam up. This meant that the doctor kept right on touching him in very private areas. Something that was starting to feel... sinfully good.

Jaime tried a different tactic. "I think there's been some kind of mistake. I need to be getting home."

The tiger nodded understandingly as he explained, "Very soon now. Yes indeed. Just a few more weeks of polish and Mr. Zimmer will be taking you home. Then we can stop the treatments and allow memories to develop naturally once more. Memories that I'm sure Mr. Zimmer will make quite, ahem, memorable." Dr. Berchman chuckled as if he'd made an excellent joke. "But enough chit-chat. You have a long evening ahead of you with Dr. Donohue. And perhaps Dr. Hallandale too, should he care to join."

For some reason the name Hallandale made Jaime shudder. An image of a massive, bobbing zebra cock flashed in his mind's eye before vanishing, forgotten. Pinpricks of light swirled in front of his eyes and the canine shook his head as though to toss them away from his vision.

"Won't you stay with me? Please... you seem nice. Don't leave me alone with them!" Jaime had no idea why he wanted the tiger there with him so badly. But the thought of being alone with two men he'd never met filled him with dread.

The tiger smile grew a bit wider as he continued to stroke the canine's shaft. "Perhaps. Ask me nicely."

Jaime tried pleading again but the tiger only shook his head. Then, finally taking his hand away from the retriever's pre-slicked cock, he said again, "No... you misunderstand. Ask me... nicely." These words said, Dr. Berchman spread his legs ever so slightly.

The two exchanged a long look and then Jaime sighed. The tiger took this as agreement and leaned back, his face breaking out into a grin as he shuffled out of his own pants hurriedly.

"This time... start with the balls! You always skip over them and never pay them much attention."

The scientist was already half hard and growing to his full length rapidly, the dog could see. Jaime didn't really want to go down on the heavy set scientist, but something told him it was in his best interests to keep the man happy. Leaning over, nose wrinkling in distaste at the scent of the technician's musk, Jaime set himself to the unglamorous task of polishing and worshiping the happy tiger's sack.

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10 Weeks Later

Jaime stood very still. He was undressed and surrounded by men he didn't know. They spoke of him as though he weren't in the room and though the things they said troubled him, the retriever knew better than to interrupt their conversation to ask any questions.

The men were dressed in lab coats and Jaime noticed that they were standing in a lab of some sort. Everything was polished looking... sterile with a sort of anesthetic look to it. The otter was hefting his balls, holding them out for the others to see and telling them that they have been a bit too large for a submissive. The canine tensed but made no move to stop the technician as the other two men leaned forward to get a closer look, making their own remarks.

Staring straight ahead, Jaime resisted the urge to cover himself with his hands as miscellaneous parts of his body were discussed in great detail. His cock size and sensitivity. Shoulder width and body mass. How attractive he was in this light and how many healthy, active years he might have ahead of him. The zebra, tiger, and otter touched him all over his body. Hefting, tugging, pinching, stroking, petting. He was made to open his mouth as the zebra ran a finger around his gum lines before tickling the back of his tongue.

Jaime didn't know why he was here but it didn't feel right to ask. He thought it should feel odd to him that he was the only one naked. It didn't and he was briefly concerned about that lack worry. But the fear passed alongside any other negative emotions that temporarily darkened his thoughts. Logically, it made sense to him that the three men should discuss him so. They were different than him. The dog wasn't sure how, specifically. But when the tiger jerked him to a stiff erection none of the other men raised a word of protest, including Jaime.

All three men reached out to touch the golden retriever's member and it became the centerpiece for the discussion.

"It's not the size that bothers me. At the end of the day, who truly cares about that?" asked the otter. "It's the whole aesthetic. It's just not a very pretty cock."

The zebra rolled his eyes and replied, "I doubt very much that Mr. Zimmer particular cares that the boy's penis isn't porn star quality. You're the only one hung up about this, Dr. Donohue. It's a perfectly serviceable cock."

The otter frowned saying, "I'm just saying, I wish we could have examined more candidates. The boy's face is pretty enough but his tackle has been a bit of a letdown. The cock-ball size ratio isn't ideal and his cock leans on the ugly side. And I don't mean ugly in a masculine way, which would at least be something. What do you think. Dr. Berchman?"

The tiger took his time considering the question and Jaime did his best to keep his face neutral so as not to reveal that the otter's words had hurt his feelings. As the technician thought about it, he ran a blunt fingernail across the sensitive underside of the dog's cockhead, making his body tense up in mild discomfort. As the tiger did so, the otter busied himself by stroking the shaft while the zebra pulled one of Jaime's balls closer to his face so as to get a better look at it.

"I think it's fine. It's too much to ask for to expect the patient to be perfect in every regard. We're very lucky things have worked out as well as they did. As you say, he's pleasant to look at. His physique is top notch. He's got a delightfully muscular bubble butt. I doubt Mr. Zimmer will care that his cock is a touch of a letdown. Or, if he has noticed and shares our opinion, he certainly wouldn't hold that against us. It's not like we really given much choice as to who to enroll in the program. He fits all of the bull's criteria and it's ultimately his call."

Cutting his two peers off the zebra said, "This conversation is the very definition of academic. Mr. Zimmer has already approved the final product. We're conducted the last memory wipe now and the bull will be taking him home today when he leaves. The former college student's cock is no prettier and no uglier than the day his file came across our desk. If Mr. Zimmer finds it as underwhelming as you seem to then he can certainly afford plastic surgery to correct it. Assuming he doesn't just have it removed outright."

Jaime barely held back a startled whimper upon hearing that. He didn't know who this Mr. Zimmer person was but the fact that he held power enough to simply disappear an offending appendage made the canine sweat.

"You can't possibly be serious," the tiger admonished. "Mr. Zimmer wouldn't have placed such an emphasis on self restraint and orgasm control if he simply planned to cut it off. That's crass, Dr. Hallandale. Even for you."

"I was merely using a bit of hyperbole. No offense intended. More likely the bull will simply put this boy's crotch rocket away under lock and key and then forget about it. From what I know about the man, that's more his style."

The otter made a thoughtful noise and then agreed. "I think you're right. It's what I would do. Let people look at the chastity device and assume the cute boy has an equally cute cock. Plus it removes any temptation for illicit self pleasure. Jaime here has had a bit of a problem with that since arrival and still struggles at times to keep his hands off his penis. I swear, he acts as if he's the horniest college boy on the planet."

Frowning, Dr. Berchman shook his head. He disagreed with his colleagues callousness on the matter but wasn't willing to start a fight over it. At the end of the day, it really didn't matter what the three of them thought. Mr. Zimmer's opinion was the only one that counted.

The scientists continued their conversation as Jaime fought not to orgasm as the otter played with him a touch too vigorously. The canine felt awful that his member had displeased the men so and the last thing he wanted was to give them any more reason to think less of him. Ignorant of the boy's state of mind the otter continued on with his stroking, remarking on the the boy's tongue and oblivious of the dog's desperate struggle to hold himself back from coating the otter's coat in thick jets of college boy cum.

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Four Hours Later

Jaime was being escorted up stairways and down hallways by Dr. Hallandale. The zebra held the no longer nude boy by the arm and guided him through a maze of labs and office spaces. The canine didn't really understand what was happening but he did know one thing. They were going to meet Mr. Zimmer.

Something about the name caused a shudder of pleasure to run down Jaime's spin. He had no idea who the man was but had been able to pick up through context clues that the man effectively owned him. No one had used the word 'slave' but the golden retriever wasn't stupid. He was almost entirely in the dark but Jaime understood enough that money had changed hands and now the bull bought the right to make life changing decisions about him.

The thought of running occurred to him. More than once, actually. But he talked himself out of it easily enough. The dog knew Mr. Zimmer would consider that unspeakably disrespectful and he didn't want to start things out between them on that sour of a note. Better to get the lay of the land before taking any drastic steps he wouldn't be able to take back.

Demurely Jaime let himself get pulled to the side as the zebra unexpectedly walked them into an out of the way room. The dog noticed there were no windows and gulped nervously when the scientist dimmed the lights and locked the door behind them. The zebra turned to face him.

"Get on your knees, boy. Arms crossed behind your back."

The man gave the command with such confidence that it didn't even occur to Jaime to refuse. It took the retriever only a second to fall to his knees and place his arms behind him, out of the way.

Dr. Hallandale smiled.

"In a short while I'm going to have to hand you off to Mr. Zimmer, boy. This is our last chance to spend some time together. Just you and me."

Jaime was genuinely confused by the statement. The zebra was a stranger to him. One that he'd known for less than a day. Still, the doctor hadn't asked him a question and so the dog didn't feel a response was expected. He remained quiet, looking up from his kneeling position with what he hoped was a respectful look on his face. The zebra acted as though this were the expected response and Jaime sighed with relief.

"I'm going to miss you, Jaime. Did you know that you've spent more than with me than the other two scientists combined? Of course, they didn't know about our little midnight revenues. No one ever suspected the real reason you had such a hard time keeping your boy cum off the carpet. And the best part? You couldn't even tattle on me."

Swallowing nervously, the retriever couldn't help but notice that the zebra's equine member was beginning to snake down his pants' leg. Uh oh.

"Dr. Berchman and Dr. Donohue never even thought to check the door logs. If they did, they might have put two and two together and realized why you were such a perpetually horny jock. You won't remember this, but you and I've had countless hours of intimacy together. You and I were closer than any two lovers. That's why I'm going to be your first. And why earlier I decided to hold back and not administer the last drug dose."

Eyes going wide, Jaime started breathing faster as the zebra gradually worked himself out of his pants. He took special care to go extra slow knowing that this would be the very first time the straight boy had seen another man's cock in the flesh. With the memory wipes a thing of the past, this would be the canine's first true experience pleasing another man. Mr. Zimmer had made it clear that he had expected that honor to be his... but what the bull didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

"I had to be very careful at first... until I learned all your tells. But it wasn't long until I knew just how to make you sing. Almost every night for the past half year the two of us stayed up late into the wee hours seeing how close to the edge we dance. Oh the things I was able to get you to do... all in the futile hope that I'd keep my promise to let you shoot."

Dr. Hallandale's strip tease was almost over as he said, "...'I'll let you cum if you give it a lick' became 'you can shoot if you take me into your mouth'. Over time I learned exactly what to say to get you to perform. Sometimes I would even have you edge yourself, promising you that you could go home if managed to hold yourself back. Then the next day would come around and predictably you'd be so overcome with built-up lust that you'd barely have any self control left. You'd make a cummy mess and Mr. Zimmer would get so angry at you. You cried like a schoolgirl when he paddled you."

Jaime felt like the doctor's words should be making more sense to him. But he was too distracted by the bobbing ebony zebra cock to parse what the man was telling him. Because somewhere deep in his gut the dog knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was about to turn into a cocksucker. That man was going to make him choke on that intimidating slab of horse cock until he drained the zebra's balls of cum. The retrievers mouth slowly parted in preparation to provide oral service. He blushed in deep shame as he leaned his back, letting the doctor see the back of his throat, pink and soft.

"You'd get better over time... slowly mastering yourself and imposing your will over your desperate need to get off. But then I'd step up my own game and you'd be back to square one. I took the time to learn about each and every one of your erogenous zones. How your straight boy hole liked to be rimmed. What kind of pornos you enjoyed watching and what kinks you were into. You and I spent whole evenings discussing your past lovers and went into great detail regarding your performance. Honest self evaluation is very good for the soul, I find. I'm sure Brittany would agree. She's the one who left you for a horse... correct? How cruel her last words to you were."

The dog jolted in place as if struck by lightning. He'd never told anyone about that night! Of course he hadn't, why would he. It must have been a year or two ago at this point... they'd both gotten drunk one night, had a blowout fight back the house, and broke up. She'd been cheating on him with a friend of his... a horse named Trevor. Her parting shot had been to call him a needle dick while shoving her phone in his face. On the screen had been a selfie she'd taken while they'd been fucking. Jaime as long as he lived would never forget that picture. It was seared into his brain. The worst part was Mike's cock had been captured perfectly in frame as Brittany went down on him. He was hung like... well, much like the zebra here. Her words stung him bitterly and it'd been a struggle to get over them. And somehow the doctor knew.

The technician closed the distance between them, taking the opportunity to begin gently rubbing the tip of his humblingly big cock again Jaime's face and lips. The canine's mouth remained open but Dr. Hallandale didn't take advantage of it yet, not yet finished putting the boy in his place.

"My favorite session between you and I was the one where I roleplayed Mike and we hashed everything out. You were hesitant to participate at first, but I manage to get you to come around. We went through the whole thing, talking about our feelings as we gradually neared the point of burying the hatchet and reforging our long lost friendship. It was a bit of grand theater, I admit. A heated, emotional exchange to bring you closure with your once upon a time good friend. You yelled and we fought... you might have even shed a tear or two at some point. Overall it was very cathartic. And I remember your expression when I told you that there was only one way you'd be able to truly move on. By getting even with your ex. You asked me how and I walked you through it. You were going to do the same thing she did to you... suck off Mike's fat horse cock. You disagreed with me on that point fairly vehemently, but I stuck to my guns and refused to take 'no' for an answer. We argued some more... but eventually we agreed to disagree when I produced the ring gag. Things may have gone a touch too far when I insisted on calling you Britney after gagging you. But you were a very good sport about it. Quite... accommodating."

Jaime trembled with emotion. He didn't remember any of this! But somehow the man's words rang true. The dog didn't know how any of this was possible and his mind swirled in turmoil, the potent smell of equine cock sharp in his nose.

The zebra knew time was running short and so he wrapped things up with, "Yes, the two of us have spent many a merry evening alone together. But now those days are behind us. As they say, in time all things pass into history. You may not remember the days like I do, but trust me when I we made quite the pair. And now it is my sorrowful honor to transfer custodianship of you over to Mr. Zimmer. For our last minutes I'd like to do something special. A moment captured in time between you and me... something for me to always remember you by."

Not bothering to argue, Jaime watched anxiously as the doctor fetched something from his discarded pants. The retriever didn't know what was about to happen, but he was betting he wasn't going to like it. Soon Dr. Hallandale came back over, this time with a cellphone is his hand.

His eyes twinkled in mischievousness as he outlined, "You and I are going to recreate that selfie. I'll play the role of Mike and you, of course, will be Brittany. But since I haven't actually seen the picture I'll need your help to get it absolutely perfect. You said Brittany was the one holding the phone, correct? And Mike had three of his fingers up her snatch while she winked at the phone? Hmmm... we'll have to take some creative leeways but I know we can make this work. Hurry now, time runs short. Get those clothes off, needle dick."

Fifteen minutes and many reshoots later, the doctor not only got his picture but plenty of before and after shots besides. Jaime, for his part, got a stomach full of zebra cum and a crash course on how to lick up the mess created by an enthusiastic bout of oral sex. Then Dr. Hallandale spent their last minutes together carefully teasing the dog's dick before stuffing the throbbing college boy dick back into Jaime's pants. For 'old time's sake', the zebra explained, rubbing the canine's cock through his clothes one final time.

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10 Minutes Later

The rest of the walk to meet Mr. Zimmer gave Jaime a sorely needed break to make some headway sorting things out. From the date on his watch he guessed that at least some of what the zebra had told him had been true. In the blink of an eye he'd lost over half a year of time. The retriever tried to keep his expression passive but the thought of what might have happened him during that time made him want to shout and demand answers. To hold someone accountable.

But Dr. Hallandale had made it explicitly clear to him that if he gave any sign that he understood his circumstances, the last few hours of memories would be stripped from him just like all the months prior had been. If his captors suspected that he had even the tiniest ray of insight into their dealings they wouldn't hesitate to set him back to square one. Without knowledge and understanding, he'd be truly powerless.

Jaime hated to admit it, but the zebra was right. Until he had the opportunity to make some kind of escape attempt, he had to act just like the brainwashed slave they expected him to be. With the distinct taste of the doctor still on his tongue and his still engorged hardon throbbing in his pants, Jaime thought he had an idea how difficult this might be.

Walking through the double doors leading into an expansive conference hall, the canine laid eyes on Mr. Zimmer for the first time. And as he looked at the man the suited hulk stared right back. His eyes were more than confident, the look of a man who stood in the very heart of his power. From the three scientists' earlier conversation Jaime had known that the man was a bull. What he had not known was that Mr. Zimmer would be one of the most imposing figures he'd ever laid eyes on.

This was the man who had plucked him out of his comfortable life on a whim. Jaime had no idea if they'd met before given the state of his apparently tampered with recollection. The college age youth didn't even know enough to say which was more likely: that this was their first encounter with one another or if they'd previously spent time in each other's company. The straight dog suppressed a shudder at what the latter might imply.

But if they had met before, the bull gave no indication of this as he rose out of his chair to greet the youth. With an air of absolute authority Mr. Zimmer shook Jaime's hand, his powerful grip uncomfortably squeezing the canine's as he did. At a nod from the bull Dr. Hallandale silently excused himself, shutting the conference room's doors as he did, leaving Jaime and the bull alone.

After he introduced himself the bull put a firm hand on the boy's shoulder and guided him towards two chairs. Once they'd both taken their seats Mr. Zimmer asked, "You look well. How are you feeling, Jaime?"

'Like I'm trapped in a mad house' the dog wanted to say. Thinking better of it he said, "Very well, sir. Though I'm a bit confused why I'm here."

That was as close to the truth as Jaime dared to dance. He was still holding out hope that this was somehow just one giant misunderstanding. After all, he had no hard proof and only the zebra's seemingly unreliable words to go by.

The bull offered the barest of smirks and then said, "Confused? Yes, I can understand that. But curious too, I imagine. Otherwise you'd not have accepted five thousand dollars free and clear, just so we could have this little heart to heart."

Mentally kicking himself, Jaime regretted letting his greed short circuit his reason. No one throws around money like that. Or rather, only people up to no good. But that was hardly the answer the bull was expecting and the retriever tried his best to play his part.

"Well... it's your dime, Mr. Zimmer. I wouldn't presume to tell you how to spend your money."

The bull laughed. It as a deep rumbling thing that made Jaime uncomfortable.

"From where I'm sitting, it has been money well spent. Money well spent indeed."

Jaime tried not to stare as the bull began rubbing his powerful hand over the front of his pants, blatantly pleasuring himself in a unabashed masturbatory act. The dog's breathing grew faster and more shallow as his heart started to race in his chest. How did the bull expect him to react to this? Jaime felt sure that almost anything he said or did would give himself away, causing the eccentric bull to drag him off to have his memory erased. The only clue he had to go on was that the bull hadn't seem immediately surprised by his lack of reaction. The youth decided to stay the course, acting as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. A hard trick when a wealthy madman was jerking himself off mere feet away.

"Tell me, Jaime... are you sexually active?" As the bull asked this, he unbuttoned his pants. His fat log of a cock flopped out into the open air before he'd even finished his question. Mr. Zimmer immediately set to running his fingers across it, caressing its surface as Jaime watched, unable to look away.

The dog struggled to come up with a proper answer and only when the bull's face began to register displeasure did he force himself to speak.

"No, sir. Not at the moment. My girlfriend and I broke up not too long ago. I'm sort of still getting over that."

Already bored with feather light touches, the bull progressed to wanking his meat outright. Jaime gulped as he witnessed the man's member grow to alarming proportions. He'd thought the zebra had been big but this was in a whole other weight class. Recalling the scientists rude critique of his own tackle, the words 'needle dick' echoed in his mind and the dog winced imperceptibly.

"Women can be cruel that way. My advice is to just steer clear of them. They'll just spend your money and then break your heart. Wouldn't you agree, boy?"

It was hard to focus on the bull's words when the man was just going to town beating himself off. But Jaime did his best to follow along and replied, "Yes, sir." He was still breathing hard and was evening beginning to feel warm under the collar. There was something about the bull that was getting to him. That the zebra left him hot and horny certainly wasn't helping things. Jaime's own shaft starting plumping in his pants. Apparently on the lookout for this result, Mr. Zimmer noticed immediately. The dog and bull exchanged a look and from the bull's faint smile Jaime knew his condition was now an open secret. The bull knew exactly what he was doing to the college boy.

"You know what you need, Jaime?"

Not trusting himself to speak, the retriever only shook his head.

"You need a good man in your life. A strong man. Someone to guide your way on the road of life. Does that sound like something you might be interested in, boy?"

Jaime's eyes flickered to the bull's arousal and then back to his eyes. He forced himself to keep his voice steady and desperately hoped he wasn't about to give himself away.

"It's a kind offer, Mr. Zimmer. Perhaps I could sleep on it? I should be getting back soon anyway."

He'd wanted to excuse himself more forcefully but worried about the consequences of overplaying his hand. Especially when the bull had him as such a disadvantage. The man was so confident with his odds that Jaime's words hadn't even phased him. He just kept right on stroking his thick cock.

"Completely understandable, Jaime. But before you head off, what kind of host would I be if I didn't at least offer you a drink." As he said this he flagrantly wagged his dick in the dog's direction, the implication unmistakable. The way the bull was acting, it was if he fully expected the dog to fall on his knees right on the spot. The canine tried to ignore how his mouth began to water at the sight of the waving cock.

Jaime felt trapped. He didn't know what to do or how to act. Anything he said or did could be an unrecoverable mistake. His mind was paralyzed by the indecision.

Seeing the boy's eyes go wide and a slight panicked look cross the youth's face, Mr. Zimmer cocked his head in consideration. He had no expected this. Lately the boy had much more accommodating, the months of mental plasticity treatments paying off. Jaime had been going with the flow as if it were perfectly natural for a middle aged man to ask a straight college boy to lick his sweaty sack clean after one of his intense multi-mile jogs. But this seemed different. The bull decided to probe further.

"Is everything alright, Jaime? It's okay, you can tell me. It's just us guys."

That the bull had suddenly stopped masturbating made Jaime worry. They were off script now and the retriever fretted that unfucking this was impossible. He should have just gone down on the man, like he'd been expecting. God damnit, why hadn't he just played it smart, like he'd been planning to. He'd sucked off that zebra after all and it hadn't hurt him.

Jaime noticed that the bull was tensing up, getting ready to stand. That's when he bolted.

Like a shot he was off, throwing his chair back as he stood and using his fit legs to cover distance as quickly as he could. Not bothering to look back behind him, Jaime just assumed that the bull would be dazed for a moment, and then after him in pursuit. He was counting on those stunned seconds of unpreparedness to give him the edge he needed to make his escape.

The bull was tall and muscular, but the canine had the advantage of youth and desperation. But he'd only gotten a few strides in when he heard heavy stomping not far behind him. And from the sound of it, closing the distance. With a sick dread spreading in his stomach, Jaime assumed that the bull either had quicker reaction speed than he'd hoped or that the man had already been preparing for him to try something like this.

But he still had the lead and the doors were right in front of him. If he could just slip out between them, opening them just enough to eek past, then the dog thought he might be able to find the lobby. From there, a few more stairs, another door, and then blessed freedom. The hope drove him forward as he reached the conference room doors, tugging one of the handles harshly.

Except it didn't open. Jaime almost slammed into the doors, his momentum carrying him forward. Heart beating a frantic rhythm in his chest, Jaime tried the other door, cursing his luck that of course he had tried the locked one first. Except this one didn't budge an inch either. He was trapped.

The canine turned to scan the room for other escape routes when the charging bull slammed into him. Jaime went down like a sack of potatoes, the wind knocked out of his body. He wheezed trying to refill his lungs but the air refused to come. The retriever felt like a fish out of water as the bull put a shoed foot on his chest and stepped down. Which only made things that much worse.

Mr. Zimmer was huffing too, but not nearly as much as other men his age might. After all, he'd been a habitual jogger for years. Fitness was very important to the man, as evidenced by his sculptured physique.

Glowering down at the dog, the bull darkly muttered, "Guess something went wrong this time. Those scientists better pray they can fix this. I'm not funding their whole damned team of egg heads for shoddy work like this."

Seeing that Jaime wasn't going anywhere for the moment, Mr. Zimmer took the opportunity to head back to where the two had been sitting, grabbing a black gym back from its place against the wall as he did. On his way back over to the dog he started digging through it, pulling out the items he'd need.

Arm restraints. Collar and a leash. A ring gag.

The golden retriever was naked and securely bound before he'd even started to recover. Drool started dripping from his propped open mouth as Mr. Zimmer carried him away from the locked double doors.

When the youth did come back to his senses, what he saw made him groan through his gag. The bull was now dressed in an elaborate BDSM get up. Black leather straps covered his body at criss crossing angles, held together by strategically placed silver rings. A pair of large dark aviator sunglasses covered his eyes, making him look even more menacing than before. His erect shaft jutted out, pushed away from his body and made to stay proudly horizontal by a treated leather cock ring. The man looked the consummate Master of the S&M variety.

Jaime tried begging but he wasn't able to get anything sensible out from between his harshly spread jaws. Not that Mr. Zimmer seemed in a receptive mood.

"I'd seen our first meeting going much different, boy. And if those useless scientists can salvage this, perhaps that's still possible. But on the off chance that your treatment window has closed... well, I feel that first impressions are important."

The dog pulled himself to his knees, his sagging body practically bowed at the now booted feet of the bull. He looked up, pleading with the man with his eyes. The man's own shaded eyes offered Jaime no pity.

"Start at the base and work your way up. Then start over and do it again until told to stop. If your tongue doesn't start aching soon, you aren't trying hard enough."

The dog tried to beg again and got a steel toed boot in his stomach for his troubles. He double overed as his body threatened to dry wretch.

"Next kick is aimed at your balls, baby dick. I'd hate to accidentally castrate you right out of the gate. I've come to enjoy our edging sessions together."

Struggling back to his knees the straight boy looked directly ahead in defeat. The bull's massive bobbing arousal was just a few inches away from the tip of his nose. Held out as it was by the leather cock ring it looked even more beastly than it had before. Angry veins made jagged paths down its swollen length and the cock head seemed particularly intimidating. It was monstrously ugly to Jaime's eyes in that special way that straight boys experience when forced to confront another man's dick up close like this.

The man's leg moved and Jaime lurched forward, fearing the man was deadly serious about slamming that steel plated boot into his most delicate parts. His tongue sought and found that faint pink base of Mr. Zimmer's staff and he got to licking. He detested every moment of it but he drove himself forward. To do otherwise bordered on suicidal. Long swipes of his tongue made his mouth awash in a taste he'd never before experienced. The musk of another male. It smelled of fertility, sweet and sour with a tinge of salt.

But soon the smell began to grow on Jaime until he was practically huffing it in like a drug. He didn't know what was wrong with him but the dog didn't have the strength left to stop himself. Maybe if he'd been allowed to pull his face away from the bull's crotch he'd be able to get himself back under control. But that was out of the question.

Mr. Zimmer kept the smile that threatened to manifest off his face. He wanted to make a stern showing for his disobedient submissive. Boys needed to know who's really in charge. Especially hetero boys like Jaime.

The bull merely crossed his arms and stared down at the retriever as he worked, the bound boy's tongue gliding up his shaft then back down before starting its journey over again. It was a sensation that Mr. Zimmer had enjoyed many times over the last several months. This was hardly Jaime's first time on his knees. This wasn't even a particularly intense session by their usual standards.

The bull had placed the dog in any number of compromising positions and situations. Mr. Zimmer's private photo album collection was already quite expansive and was steadily growing all the time. Each album was like a tome, thicker and wider than they were tall. Each page bore a single high quality photo, plenty large enough to make even the smallest details apparent to the naked eye.

There were twenty one such albums so far -- one for every year the boy had been alive. As Jaime orally serviced the Master, Mr. Zimmer allowed himself to close his eyes behind his dark aviators and think back to some of his favorite images.

Two automatic fucking machines, each positioned on either end of the clearly distressed canine as inches of red artificial cock were pistoned into mouth and rear. It wasn't until Mr. Zimmer had turned off the lights without turning off the machines that the boy understood just how little sleep he'd be getting that night. But the bull wasn't so heartless as to leave the boy without any form of entertainment. The TV was turned on and a specific playlist of videos chosen. All double penetration videos of course, heavily featuring fuck machines with big dildos put to use on tight holes. The most disturbing of which was one where Jaime watched himself get fucked by the machines, except in the video he was on his stomach instead of on his back. It scared him badly because he had no recollection of anything like that ever occurring.

Another where Jaime had been introduced to the pearly white urinal for the first time. He hadn't initially understood the purpose of the airtight gag which had been attached to his face before Mr. Zimmer gave him the chance to lay eyes on the porcelain piss pot. Nor did he intuit the purpose of the narrow clear tube that hung outwards from the gag. The bull had been happy to clear up Jaime's confusion as he attached the tube to the bottom of the urinal and let forth a mighty yellow stream. The bull was treated to a delightful display as the boy shook his head and rocked his body back and forth against a straightjacket as the fluid traveled with agonizing slowness down the almost too thin tube. Jaime's eyes followed the liquid with a panicked look as it move inexorably closer to his gagged muzzle. When the stream finally landed home, the dog closed his eyes and began shaking his head a back and forth, trying to spit out the foul tasting substance. An act made impossible by the gag that effectively sealed his mouth closed. Enjoying the sight of the college boy struggling to cope with his new piss-filled reality, the older man gulped down a second bottle of refreshing, filtered water. The rest of the men in the room followed his lead and drank deeply of their own beverages of choice. All twelve of them.

A third was deliciously dark, even by Mr. Zimmer's standards. He'd held a mock surgery on an appropriately furnished stage. The bull had invited several of his friends to participate as well as hired a professional doctor and nurse for the theater, all fellow members of the hardcore kink scene, of course. For the next forty minutes the boy had been convinced that he undergoing an involuntary castration. Bright lights, a bit of local anesthesia, and some donated blood all combined for a wonderful film as well as many terrific photos. The boy had been left ungagged the entire time as everyone was curious just what things a college boy might yell out while he thought he was being un-manned. Jaime had almost passed out from sheer relief when he finally realized that after all that he was still an intact male. After which he'd been made to pay for his own faux surgery with his suddenly very eager to please lips. Starting with the surgeon obviously. There may have been some less than subtle hints that there was still plenty of time to get to work on his sack for real, should his performance be deemed less than perfect. Mr. Zimmer thought it a pity to wipe the boy's memory after that bit of fun. But of course that just opened the door for the possibility of a repeat performance.

In an album towards the end of the collection are a series of photos where the boy was encouraged to stroke his meat under threat of whip and cane. Consistent output is what we demanded of him. A demand that grew increasingly more difficult for him with every newly spent load, each smaller than the last. A couple viagra, a few strong arms, and plenty of time on the clock finally ran him dry. The bull was confident he ached all the way from balls and prostate to ass and back but these weren't accepted as a valid excuses. Face slaps and ass paddling kept his arm moving fast, his face appearing a bit crazed near the end, when his last non-dry climax was hours behind him.

A separate group of pictures from the above series was taken just after final where Jaime was escorted to his former campus by Mr. Zimmer and a couple of sturdy guardians. Before departing they liberally sprayed the back of his throat with an agent design to numb the vocal cords, anticipating that he might an ill advised attempt to shout for help. Once on campus the group of men avoided the known security cameras and brought the one-time student into the bike path restroom. Already a known and popular cruising spot amongst the local gay community, the four of them found themselves in the extra spacious handicapped stall. Which, through no small coincidence, has a glory hole right at mouth level for the now kneeling would-be academic. A silenced pistol and a firm grip on his balls convinced the sexually naive boy that he needed to get with the program. It was explained to him in hushed whispers that the anonymous shafts pushing their way through the hole and between his lips were his school buddies who were out celebrating passing their classes. In the spirit of camaraderie (or perhaps commiseration for those students were seeking solace due to failing grades) Mr. Zimmer made sure the golden retriever took on all comers, not discriminating in the slightest in regards to size and shape. During the lulls between visitors the two guards came in handy in keeping Jaime from getting bored.

Perhaps showing Mr. Zimmer's stripes as a fan of the arts, a different bit of theater was caught on camera after one of the dog's more aggressive deep throating sessions was interrupted by two equine policemen. They put a stop to the lesson and explained to a deeply grateful Jaime that his parents had grown worried when he refused to take their calls or answer the door. They'd done some ace police work and traced him back here. They then made the still naked (and quite hard, again thanks to that magic blue pill) explain just what was happening. The embarrassed lad was horribly ashamed as the two police horses made him walk through the whole event, step by explicit step. They then quoted it back to him near verbatim to 'make sure they got everything correct'. After Jaime confirmed that yes, that was indeed how things went and could they please oh please rescue him, they confessed that his verbal testimony was not quite good enough. Perhaps if he should them just exactly what kind of intense deep throating action was going on here they could find it in their hearts to see him safely home. Predictably the straight boy refused but he changed his tune as his would be saviors turned to leave. The well endowed equines didn't so much take it easy on the boy as force him to achieve new personal bests in the arena of cocksucking. After both men were thoroughly satisfied the two officers, in truth costumed actors, informed Jaime that it would be a crime against humanity to take a an aspiring cocksucker away from his true calling. Afterwards Mr. Zimmer made the dog spent the rest of the day apologizing to him for his slanderous statements. Powerful electric discharges to his testicles helped him see the error of his ways.

All of this was a long, roundabout way of explaining that the bull didn't consider the dog's most recent oral service to be terribly novel or exciting. Aside from reminiscing about his beloved albums ( that held many, many more photos than the sparse offering touched on above ) Mr. Zimmer's focus was split on deciding how best to move ahead from here. He was at a loss as to how to explain Jaime's sudden backslide in behavior. The lad had been coming along so well. It hadn't even been a struggle to convince the dog to wipe his ass during a recent trip to the bathroom. Jaime had wielded the tuffs of toilet paper expertly, even more careful with the bull's hole than he would have been his own.

But now the boy had outright sprinted away at the invitation of a simple blowjob. Mr. Zimmer could understand the boy's discipline collapsing if he'd instructed the boy to slide needles into his own testicles or some such. Maybe even if asked to drip melted hot candle wax across his heat shriveled shaft. But this? A vanilla blowjob of all things? Something didn't add up to the bull.

Deciding that it was better to move sooner rather than later, in case there really was a small window for fixing this unanticipated stumbling stone, the bull took control of the blowjob. Using his wide hands to grip both the front and back of the dog's head, Mr. Zimmer pressed his saliva slicked cockhead through the extra large ring gag and began jackhammering into the golden retriever's skull. Jaime's introduction to his second cock in as many hours was a brutal one but he found himself whole unable to protest his treatment. The dominant bull used his pole as a blunt battering ram, using its dull tip with hammer like force in an effort to reach his climax as fast as possible. He didn't bother explaining this to Jaime, not wanting to take his eyes off the prize as he focused on how good the boy's convulsing throat felt around his member.

Looking down, Mr. Zimmer was treated to wide eyed terror of a young man who's getting put through his paces for the first time. The bull winked at the canine to indicate that things would be all right, then realized that his aviators made it impossible for the boy to see the gesture. He shrugged and supposed it didn't matter.

Jaime wretched and gagged as his mouth and throat was invaded by alpha bull's pink veined fuck ram. The man didn't seem to notice. He definitely didn't slow down. He was the man with a plan and that plan involved finishing up here as soon as possible. The boy's comfort simply didn't factor into it. Not this time at least. Mr. Zimmer was in a hurry.

When he did cum, the man didn't bother announcing it. He didn't even slow his thrusts or alter their tempo. His productive cum factories churned out thick seed that his cockhead spewed thickly into the dog's mouth before the next thrust of Mr. Zimmer's shaft shoveled it down Jaime's throat and the whole cycle repeated itself.

Rolling his hips a few more times until he was sure that the majority of his fertile load had been safely deposited in the boy's stomach, the bull's motion came to an abrupt halt as he stopped breeding Jaime's service weary muzzle. But Mr. Zimmer stopped short of pulling out. Rather, he slid his cock farther down the retriever's throat before his tackle had the chance to go limp on him. The bull knew he needed to get Jaime back to the lab as quick as he could and decided that the idea of dragging a resisting twenty one year old down various hallways by his leash was appealing.

Again the leather adorned man gave the canine no warning. Jaime just knew that it was getting very hard to take in fresh air. No... not very hard. Impossible. His mounting resistance to Mr. Zimmer's iron-like grip was meager at first but quickly turned into full-on body-bucking rebellion as every cell in the canine's body began to scream the need for oxygen.

"Shhhh, boy. Just let this happen. It's gonna be easier to carry you to the lab than drag you by the leash. Listen to me. You're fine. You're just going to breathe this dick until you pass out. Then I'll pull out, okay? Stop struggling, Jaime. Trust your Master. Shhhhh, that's it. Almost there now... We'll get this fixed. I promise."

His lungs burning as though on fire with the unimaginably intense need for fresh O2, Jaime persisted in trying to yank out of the bull's grasp. But the man held all the cards and the dog hadn't even had a hand dealt to him. Again the canine looked up to beseech the man with his eyes, trying to convey the gravity of the situation to the bull. Only to once again run into the pitiless wall that were the man's dark shades.

Instinctively the former college boy tried to bite down on suffocating member that was slowly but surely snuffing the life out of him but the protective gag rendered this involuntary act inert. Jaime's world grew dim before falling dark, his finals conscious moments spent pushing desperately at the bull's spent cock with his tongue, no other options for survival seemingly available to him. As though in response to the appendage's insistent prodding the older man's member gave up one last burp of warm cum.

Then dreamless sleep closed around Jaime, bringing with it blessed relief.

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5 Months Later

"Mr. Zimmer sir, today's mail arrived!" the retriever called out as he entered the bull's private study. Only to wince when he realized the man was on the telephone. Jaime kicked himself for not checking first prior to speaking. The man wouldn't like it if he had interrupted a conversation with a friend or business associate.

But Jaime breathed a sigh relief when the bull seemed too distracted to notice the infraction. The dog set the mail down on one of the tables and was about to depart far more quietly than he'd arrived. That was until the bull's hand went out, palm up. Mr. Zimmer then pantomimed a squeezing motion and the dog mentally flogged himself for his earlier stupidity. The bull hadn't even formally acknowledged his presence, still busy talking politics on the phone, but Jaime knew what was expected of him.

Walking over to the bull's left side where the upturned hand waited somewhat less than patiently, the retriever move to stand over it and then and then leaned down slightly so that his dangling balls lightly grazed the surface of Mr. Zimmer's palm. The rest of the canine was still formally clothed in attire suitable for the bull's personal assistant. But the most of the outfits he wore around the house had been custom tailored so that Jaime's sack lay fully visible and exposed, coming through a small hole in the pants and hanging out into the open for all to see.

The reason was two fold. The first was so that the assistant was always mindful of the fact that any failure to perform his duties to the level of perfected demanded by Mr. Zimmer carried with it the risk of instant and painful correction by his employer. With the most tender parts of Jaime's anatomy so readily available for attitude modification in the form of slaps, flicks, twists, or tugs, the sacks contact with the open air of the house's chilly draft encouraged the dog to stay vigilant against idle thoughts of laziness and poor temperaments. The second reason was that the bull considered 'false pride' as he called it to be a very unattractive quality in his personal assitant. It was hard to develop an 'attitude of entitlement' when your privates were constantly on display. Many of Mr. Zimmer's guests had gotten an eyeful of the assistant's assets. Some of the bolder ones had even approached the canine for a closer inspection. Occasionally the guest might examine Jaime in a more hands on fashion. Something that bull outright encouraged. A handful of times this encouragement resulted in the retriever being pulled by his own nethers into a vacant guestroom, the men using the dog's dangly parts as a makeshift leash.

Jaime held the faint hope that this time he might just get off with a warning. Warnings were rare but they did happen from time to time. The bull was still distracted by the phone and the small delay gave the dog hope that perhaps he might escape testicular agony. False hope, as it turned out. Mr. Zimmer's hand squeezed around Jaime's testicles like a vice. The dog saw stars and struggled to hold back a scream. Interrupting his employer while the man was on the phone was unthinkable and the assistant managed to contain himself.

For thirty long seconds the grip only grew tighter and Jaime began to fear that he might pass out or worse, that permanent damage might be inflicted. But before he passed out the pressure vanished and the dog took a shuddering breath of relief. When he'd collected himself enough to speak again the golden retriever whispered his thanks for the bull for the correction. Mr. Zimmer simply waved him off with a wave of his arm, still not affording the boy a glance.

As he left the room, trying not to limp, Jaime made sure to keep his eyes on the man. Sometimes Mr. Zimmer changed his mind at the last moment. At these times he'd beckon his assistant back over with another wave of his hand. And the dog's attentiveness paid off as just as he was about to round the corner, departing the room and walking out of line of sight, Jaime saw the tell-tell nonverbal sign calling him back.

Scampering back as fast as his swelling sack would allow the dog approached the bull and stopped, thrusting his hips and pelvis out towards Mr. Zimmer as a sign of respect. Jaime's battered balls were offered out to the bull in the canine's version of a bow. Still on the phone Mr. Zimmer neither acknowledged nor dismissed his assistant and so Jaime waited. If need be, he'd hold this position all day until the bull made his wishes known.

Thirty long minute passed as the bull wrapped up his first phone conversation only to then make two additional calls. The retriever waited patiently knowing it was not an assistant's place to make demands upon his employer's time. Over that half hour Jaime's balls had stopped throbbing, much to his relief. Now they were exhibited a dull ache that radiated out towards the pit of his stomach. This too was getting better with each passing minute.

Eventually bull slammed down the phone into the receiver and huffed out in annoyance.

"Idiots! They think that if they just ask me nicely enough I'll happily fork over millions of dollars for some new civil center. 'The Zimmer Center for Lost Boys' my ass! You know, sometimes I regret making such an effort to create a reputation as one of the city's foremost philanthropists. All it does is encourage these kinds of people. See what I mean?"

The question was rhetorical but Jaime had developed a good sense for when the bull expected some kind of response from him, and so the canine supplied it with a, "Yes, sir."

Mr. Zimmer nodded, glad that he wasn't the only one annoyed by these well dressed panhandlers. Then he finally looked over to the boy before saying, "Well... enough about that. Let's take a look at you. Might as well get this week's inspection out of the way."

Jaime's heart started thumping a faster beat again but this time in excitement. The inspections were the only time during the week when his member received the slightest bit of attention. The dog's shaft would be looked at by the bull, perhaps even touched! And if he was very, very lucky... the dog pushed the thought away. To want for it too badly might jinx it. He wasn't overly superstitious but when it came to the man's weekly inspection, it was hard not to get his hopes up.

The golden retriever was hard by the time the seated bull had managed to get his pants undone. After seeing to the dog's belt and zipper, Mr. Zimmer pushed the pair down until they bundled around Jaime's ankles. Then he peered closer to perform his usual checks. He wasn't yet touching the dog but that didn't prevent the boy's cock from bobbing in the air from anticipation.

The bull hummed thoughtfully to himself as he pulled the assistant closer by his balls, using them to steer the boy into position directly in front of him.

"Mr. Becket reported that he had an enjoyable time with you, boy."

Jaime took the implied compliment as a very good sign but said nothing. Mr. Zimmer hadn't asked him a question nor had he requested the assistant's feedback. The mature goat had been a hard one to please, a particularly demanding sort, but canine's body was still possessed of youthful vigor

Despite this, the dog still suppressed a cringe at the memory of his time spent with the goat. Mr. Becket was the bull's next door neighbor and Mr. Zimmer had been kind in loaning his assistant to the retired goat during the last weekend. At over three times Jaime's age, Mr. Becket was in his early sixties and so had taken the bull up on his kind offer to have the retriever help him with some house work.

Jaime was kept busy the entire weekend, his whole body getting a constant workout with rare breaks only for food, water, bathroom, and a handful of hours for sleep. While helping out at the goats home the dog went to bed late and woke up early. The times in between were filled with hard ceaseless labor. Boxes were packed and moved. Furniture rearranged. The boulder garden was reconfigured. Floors swept and mopped. Gutters cleaned and the attic was unpacked and repacked, except this time with the boxes labels as Jaime sweated in the up-most room's sweltering heat. For three days the golden retriever's youthful muscles strained and flexed as he volunteered his time, asking not one red cent in compensation.

On Sunday evening when Mr. Becket announced that everything he could think of had been taken care of, Jaime could have nearly wept in relief. But he knew his work wasn't done when the retired goat told him to go upstairs, take a shower and then join him in the basement. As the canine did as he was instructed, warm water cascaded down his body as tried to imagine just what else Mr. Becket might demand of him. The dog wasn't stupid. He'd seen the hungry looks the goat had given him as his fit body heaved weighty boulders to and fro at the other man's directions.

But when Jaime joined the goat in the basement the room was not what the boy had expected. It was fill with a wide assortment of expensive looking exercise equipment. Then the dog spotted the goat, now dressed in his old coach's uniform, silver whistle in hand. The bone-tired canine blanched when 'Coach Becket' informed him that they'd be pushing him to his limits over the next few hours. Jaime was made to 'feel the burn' as days of physical labor were capped off with a marathon of high-intensity exercise repetitions.

With cries of 'yes, sir!' a plenty Jaime worked in the nude, his erection bobbing out before him. The dog didn't really consider the unwelcome physical exertion sexually delightfut but the viagra he'd downed at the start of the session allowed for plenty of eye candy for his personal trainer.

Only when the retriever could take no more, breath running near empty, body burning, arms and legs like wet noodles, did the coach bend the boy over one of the weight racks. At this point, merely getting fucked came as a blessed relief to Jaime. Other than keeping on his feet and staying in position while getting his ass plowed by the honry goat, the dog didn't have to actually do anything. And though he hadn't gotten off in many days Jaime didn't even care about getting his nut at that point. He just wanted sleep... a chance to rest his well past weary body.

After the Mr. Becket had placed a well earned load between the much younger man's buns, he'd put the boy to bed in the guest bedroom to sleep. A sleep that was interrupted multiple times that night as the goat came back for seconds, and then thirds and fourths.

If getting off hadn't been the first thing on his mind then, it most assuredly was now, Jaime's untouched cock twitching under Mr. Zimmer's unflinching scrutiny. The dog was hyper aware that if his boss decided that the timing wasn't right it would be over a week before the boy next got his chance. Cock examinations didn't follow a fixed schedule per say but Jaime had never seen one come any sooner than seven days past the previous one. Sometimes the bull got busy or distracted and a few additional days slipped by with the dog knowing better than to bring the subject to Mr. Zimmer's attention. Bringing up his own cock or balls in any context was a fast way to bring the bull's attention to them. And not in a good way. In Jaime's opinion, the two orbs were disciplined enough already without him going out of his way to bring additional abuse down upon them.

So the assistant stayed perfectly still, completely silent and hoped. Hope that grew and blossomed as the bull reached out and grabbed the dog's stiffy between only two fingers, examining the boy's flesh as though it were a particularly intriguing insect specimen.

"It was the right call not to have you castrated, boy. You've been very eager to please since coming under my employ and I'm of the mind to think that a great deal of the credit lies with these." As his usual deep voice rumbled out, Mr. Zimmer used his other hand to once again cup the boy's balls. Jaime tried very hard not to tremble. Usually bowel-clenching pain followed when one of the bull's hands found his sack. Not every time, but consistently enough that the canine was very nervous about any kind of attention being paid to his hanging tender bits.

Continuing on Mr. Zimmer said, "Now that we have a few months under our belts, there's something you should know. I've arranged for you to be married."

Jaime stopped breathing. His mind froze. That made it very hard to process the bull's words or put them into any meaningful sort of context. When his brain un-stuck itself he very nearly protested out of reflex but with Mr. Zimmer's two fingers now beginning to slowly caress his oh-so attention starved meat, the retriever managed to hold his tongue.

"Historically my son has been a bit of a useless vagabond but recently he's beginning to make headway in the world of business. To that point, he has some upcoming social events on his calendar. In these of situations serious men of commerce are expected to introduce their spouse as a matter of course. Traditions are things of power, you see and there's no helping it. He must be married. Usually this means a wife but these are changing times we find ourselves in and my son is being obstinate on that point. What matters most is that my son is able to produce his lawfully wed homemaker for the senior partners' inspection. And since everything needs to be above board and wholly legal, we'll be getting the two of you hitched next week."

Psyche strained after eight months of daily mental plasticity training, there was still a part of him buried beneath that surface that was screaming now. It told Jaime that he was suppose to be a straight boy stud, shacking up with as many hot girls around campus as possible during his college years. That having sex with men was bad enough. But getting married to a dude he'd never met? Becoming his boss' son's little homemaker? Part of the dog fought and thrashed against the very idea.

But Jaime the assistant had become a practiced hand at smothering this rowdy internal voice. The canine wasn't sure where these ideas came from but he'd been used to pushing back against them since he came into Mr. Zimmer's employ. The small but insistent voice had screamed with defiance when the bull had explained to Jaime that his cock was now a hands-off no-touch zone. That selfish masturbation would not be tolerated and that he was expected to ignore any hard-ons that might manifest until such time that they faded away.

Likewise, the caged-away voice had raged in sheer indignity and outrage a couple months ago when Mr. Zimmer had required the golden retriever to act as his personal daily alarm clock. Except instead of rousing the bull with a small gong, a steady small shake of the shoulders, or even breakfast in bed his boss insisted that that Jaime crawl under the bed's heavy blankets and suckle the bull's cockhead until bid to stop. The parts of the old Jaime that had survived the months of mental conditioning struggled in resentful dismay when the man had explained that it usually took him thirty minutes to an hour to fully wake up and that he expected the canine to stay perfectly still under the covers until he was up and about.

With a practiced hand the canine had pushed these rebellious thoughts aside, calmly explaining to himself that it couldn't be that bad. The besieged personality of Jaime of old hadn't believed him and with good cause. As it happened, sliding under the bed's covers to locate the soundly sleeping bull's cock was a simple matter. In accordance to his employer's stated wishes, the assistant pushed aside his protesting inner self and used his sense of touch to position himself against Mr. Zimmer's side in the warm darkness.

Careful not to jostle the bull the straight boy leaned down and brought his mouth around the man's deflated cockhead. Then, making the barest of movements with his lips and tongue, Jaime began to try to suckle the slumbering giant awake. What Mr. Zimmer had failed to tell the boy was that he was such a deep sleeper that the light touch of the retriever's gently fluttering tongue had no chance of actually waking him. In truth, the bull wasn't interested in using Jaime as an alarm clock and was content to wake up from his own circadian rhythm.

Jaime had no idea about the futility of his task and did everything he could think of to rouse the bull with the given constraints on his activity. As the long minutes ticked by Jaime sweated under the stifling blanket. With the bull's rhythmic snoring indicating that he was still asleep, the canine pushed himself to work harder. To be more ingenuitive. The dog did everything he could think of to wake his boss. The cockhead was suckled, licked, kissed, teased, squeezed, caressed, nibbled, pulled on, and its piss slit begrudgingly assaulted by the assistant's increasingly desperate tongue.

Because desperate was exactly what Jaime was becoming. Not just because it felt like a relative eternity had passed and he'd still failed to accomplish his given mission. But also because the environment under the blankets was starting to turn into a humid jungle. Heat and moisture clung to Jaime's sweating form and his warm, damp breaths were making it worse and worse. And the smell! Neither the bull nor Jaime were wearing any clothes and the dark confined space had gone from smelling like a bull in need of a shower to a pen of no less than six horny, rutting bulls. There was no escape from the potent scent with Jaime trapped under the oppressive blanket, his nose inches away from the bull's aromatic pubic fur.

Mr. Zimmer wasn't aware of any of this on-going struggle, dreaming peacefully as he lay on his back. He'd wake up in his own good time and when he did he'd be glad that he arranged in advance to be able to immediately relieve his over-full bladder without having to haul his large frame up out of bed and over to the bathroom. Much better to Jaime carry the bladder-stretching sized load of piss to the bathroom later on his behalf. This would allow the bull to do more important things with his time. Like getting back to sleep for another hour or so of shut eye leaving the dog under the heat-trap of the blanket.

Since then the bull had persistently turned the screws on Jaime. This included things like mowing the lawn naked, spending a few hours a week as an unpaid gay-sex hotline operator, and getting to know the bull's neighbors and friends. But the hardest thing to accept from the dog's perspective were the times when one of Mr. Zimmer's guards would instruct Jaime to get into the car. The first time this had happened the retriever had been confused as to what was going to happen. As the weeks went by and the mandatory trips continued, the dog knew exactly what would be awaiting him at the end of the trip.

As the guard drove them to their mysterious destination during that first time, the assistant had tried to strike up a small conversation with the guard. The first driver had been a rottweiler and, as a fellow canine, Jaime had hoped they might establish some rapport. It hadn't worked. The other dog had only grunted at the retriever's initial question of "So how long have you worked for Mr. Zimmer?"

A few minutes of awkward silence later, Jaime had tried again with a different question only to be rudely interrupted by the rottweiler who said, "Listen closely kid because I'm only going to explain this once. All of us guards know exactly what you are and none of us are interested in being friends with a slave. Got it?"

The college dropout sputtered silently with indignation before managing, "What the hell are you talking about? I'm not a slave! I'm Mr. Zimmer's assistant!"

The guard rolled his eyes, whistled, and retorted, "Jeez, they really did a number on you. But yeah, sure, whatever. You're not a slave. Just like I'm totally not driving you to the studio that films all them expensive as hell slave pornos."

Jaime's throat tightened at that.

"...Slave pornos?" he asked, only barely managing to keep the quiver of anxiety out of his voice.

The guard smirked in something that might have resembled a smile had there been any warmth to it.

"Yeah, like I said, slave pornos. A lot like regular pornos except none of the actors get paid. Well... not the ones whose faces are left unhooded, anyway. They tend to be a lot kinkier too. Like, really kinky. Smile, kid. You're about to be a star."

The golden retriever wanted to yell at the rottweiler. To tell him that he was wrong. Instead he stayed stubbornly silent, saying nothing else during the last minutes of drive. Thirty minutes after that, Jaime was gagged, tied standing between two posts, his outstretched arms bound as a hooded donkey paddled his ass red. Not far off, multiple cameras whirred as they captured every motion and sound the naked dog made as the black leather-covered paddle slammed into his muscular buns with a meaty slap. The debut movie concluded with a protracted blowjob scene where the donkey was using his airway-plugging cock to gradually convince the canine to sign a binding long term filming contract.

On principle the spanked and gasping assistant hadn't wanted to sign it as the hooded dominant had explained to him that it would not only give them retroactive permission to redden his ass as they've already done but that the contract stated he was giving up all sorts of rights and privileges. Particularly in terms of rights to his likeness, compensation, and the ability to sue the company for any loss of health or life -- accidental or otherwise. It took some serious convincing to get the boy to sign but the donkey worked diligently on him as the cameras rolled until it finally clicked for Jaime that he had no choice. He signed the contract. The zebra celebrated the studio's success by pulling the defeated dog's head down into yet another oxygen depriving oral session, every minute of which was captured by the camera men in gorgeous HD quality.

That day the on-set producer also gave Jaime his stage name. Suck-Pup the Slave. Which proved to be a good choice for the pornographers as the golden retriever quickly became a fan favorite amongst their exclusive, well to do clientele. Because of his handsome face and straight boy demeanor the audience became ravenous for additional material. This meant that at least once a week one of the guard's drove the canine down to the studio where Jaime spent the better part of the day performing for the camera as a rotating band of hooded dominants had their way with him in an endless production of kink-filled scenarios.

Many times the rottweiler guard would volunteer to be the one to drive Mr. Zimmer's assistant. He liked to strike up an ironic conversation with Jaime, speaking as though they were old friends as he peppered the boy with barbed questions during the drive. Questions like, did the boy still think he wasn't a slave? Did Jaime figure they'd finally take his anal virginity that day? What were the odds they'd let him shoot his load on camera today? Close to zero, yeah? Had they ever let him get off? What did he figure Mr. Zimmer was spending all those barrels of money these movies earned on? Did he want the guard's log-in info for the website so he could see what parts of the movie made the final editing cut?

The assistant tried to clam up and ignore the rottweiler until it became obvious that would only earn him a vicious ball squeeze or a callous slap across his face. All Jaime could say was that no, he wasn't a slave. He was Mr. Zimmer's employee. Upon hearing that, the other dog would laugh uproariously and say something along the lines of, "Sure kid, whatever you say. Hey, you have yourself a great day sucking all those cocks now. I'm sure those hooded guys really appreciate your efforts. Since you're not a slave, be sure to ask for a break mid-way through if you need one. I'm sure they won't mind pausing for a bit so you can catch your breath."

Jaime could only blush in response, not knowing what to say.

Just as he was blushing at the memory as Mr. Zimmer rubbed two of his fingers gently down the side of the assistant's cock. The canine had just been told by the bull that he was to be wed. The man hadn't even asked his thoughts on the matter, much less requested Jaime's consent. But still the twenty one year old was obstinate. He wasn't a slave! He was just... a very loyal, very accommodating employee.

The bull's voice took on a hard edge as he said, "As he will be your husband, you are expected to honor and obey him, just as you do me. Do I make myself clear, Jaime?"

The golden retriever felt the man's other hand come up to cup his still aching balls. The boy kept himself from shuddering with an effort of will and respectfully replied, "Yes, sir. I live to serve."

The hands touching his privates became softer as if the man were now trying to soothe away the hurt he caused just minutes earlier. "That is right and proper. Marriage is a lifetime commitment and I expect you to take your vows seriously. As I'll be writing your vows myself, I know you'll be making my own boy very happy, little one."

This time Jaime did shudder, but in joy as Mr. Zimmer took the retriever's member in hand and began confidently jacking him off.

The assistant could only manage a sputtered, "Yes, sir!" as pleasurable attention was given to his stalk for the first time in many days.

Not pausing to even acknowledge Jaime's sincere gratitude the bull continued explaining as he stroked the dog saying, "Needless to say, you will continue working for me as my assistant. You will also keep up your part time work at the studio. They tell me you've become quite popular with their viewership and they anticipate many more months of profitability despite the usage restrictions on using your rear passage. Luckily, those restrictions will likely be relaxed after my son takes your virginity on your wedding night."

For multiple reasons Jaime didn't like hearing that. Not at all. He still considered himself completely straight for one thing. Yes, Mr. Zimmer turned him on something fierce, but that was because the man was closer to divinity than other mortals. The bull's massive cock was as close to perfection as a man could possibly get and deserved to be worshipped. Jaime might even allow the bull to fuck him, if Mr. Zimmer requested it of him. But his son? And those hooded alpha male assholes at the studio? That was a different thing entirely.

But thoughts of defiance were swept away Mr. Zimmer's booming voice commanded, "Stop testing my patience and cum already, boy. Can you not see my cupped hand ready to catch your pathetic output?"

It grated on Jaime how brief these milkings lasted. Days or weeks of waiting only to conclude in an uninspired four minute handjob. But beggars can't be choosers and the assistant had gone long enough without that he was mostly just grateful for the opportunity to jizz. Even if the bull always insisted on feeding his salty load right back to him, recycling the cum right back into his body mere moments after the spunk had left his balls. Breathing heavily and screwing his eyes tightly closed he prepared to relieve himself into the bull's other hand, its thick fingers curved upwards to receive the canine's spew.

Which was when the door to the study slammed opened noisily and a bull Jaime's age entered, calling out, "Dad? What the hell is this noise about marrying me off! Just because you've been introducing me to your contacts doesn't give you the right to..... Jaime? Jaime is that you?!"

The retrievers eyes shot wide open. He was caught on the knife's edge of climax but the bull's hand had stopped moving, leaving Jaime teetering, his need great. But that voice... no, it couldn't be. Alex... from high school? Alex was Mr. Zimmer's son?!

There was a long ten seconds of silence as Jaime and Alex got an eyeful of each other. The retriever's hard-on was clearly visible in the older bull's hand as was his submissive posture.

Mr. Zimmer was the first to speak.

"Alex, my son. Good of you to arrive in a timely manner. For once. Allow me to introduce you to your fiancée . I believe the two of you are already acquainted?"

Having long ago hacked his son's private email account, the bull was well aware that the two were more than simply acquainted. In high school Alex had fallen hard for the straight boy jock. There had been an awkward exchange of emails were the bull had confessed his feelings to the dog, but they had not been reciprocated. Such is the risk when a gay boy crushes on a straight dude. Heated words were exchanged and friendships ended. But Mr. Zimmer knew his son still held a long-burning flame for the golden retriever.

The younger man blinked, not sure what to say at first. Then he stammered out, "Dad...? What is this? I don't understand. Jaime? What are you doing here? And why is your... ummm..." Alex cut off, too embarrassed to complete the sentence.

Jaime hadn't spoken yet and a warning squeeze on his bullocks warned him that doing so would be a terribly bad idea for his testicular health. Mr. Zimmer spoke in his stead.

"It is a simple enough concept to grasp, lad. It is time that you were wed. But I also knew that you would resist almost any pairing I might suggest. So I researched the subject thoroughly and found a mate that you wouldn't find disagreeable. Shut the door and come closer. Jaime and I were just finishing up here."

Moving almost on autopilot the bull closed the door with a soft push and strode nearer. He looked dazed and confused but unable to tear his eyes off his friend's exposed flesh.

"This makes no sense. Jaime is straight! Like, one hundred percent. Trust me, I should know."

"No one is claiming otherwise. But even straight boys can be taught to heel. To take a certain degree of taboo pleasure in serving their fellow man. Especially when that man is their husband. I take it you are least willing to consider the pairing?"

Alex felt as though he'd stepped into the twilight zone. He shook his head, not in rejection but in confusion, and said "There's no way Jaime is okay with this. Are you... jerking him off?"

Resuming the movement of his hand, albeit far slower than before, Mr. Zimmer began stroking the dog's rock hard dick again. It pleased the bull that his son made no motion to stop him, instead seemingly highly interested in the scene.

"How else would you imagine one trains a straight boy to accept another man's meat into their holes? The carrot, the stick, and months of training have shaped Jaime into something more than capable of accommodating his husband's passions. Something you'll be able to confirm yourself during your honeymoon... should you agree to the wedding."

Jaime wanted to say something. To somehow interject himself into the conversation and stand up for himself. But the combination of the bull's iron grip on his balls and the complete lack of any notions as to what he might say kept his tongue silent.

But Alex made his own attempt to try and stand up for his friend.

"This isn't right, dad! This is too far, even for you. Jaime can't have possibly agreed to any of this!"

Mr. Zimmer smiled at Alex, his face full of patient, paternal love.

"Oh? Let's ask him then, shall we? Jaime, did I force you to be my employee?"

Knowing that his balls were on the line, the retriever knew better than to lie.

"No, sir. Of course not. I applied to work here months ago."

"And during these last few months, would you say you've been mistreated at all."

Jaime was less sure about the answer to this one so he gave the answer he thought his boss wanted to hear.

"No sir. You've been more than fair to me."

"Excellent. One final question, Jaime. Would you like your old friend Alex, your future husband, to watch you cum?"

The assistant hesitated until he felt a single harsh claw run the circumference of his sack, drawing a dotted line around his balls. He thought he knew what the bull was threatening to have done to him if his next words displeased the man. Castration. It was one thing to deny him relief, justified as he would be by Jaime's disobedience. But this was an altogether different animal. Maybe that rottweiler's words weren't so far off the mark after all. Maybe he was a ... a slave.

The thought made Jaime's body spasm in desperate need. The notion that he was Mr. Zimmer's personal property should have disturbed or disgusted him. But the canine's body thrummed with a curious energy. It felt like a universal truth. As if the idea that the bull owned him outright was the last puzzle piece that made so in his life fall into place. Somewhere deep in his unconscious mind a mantra that had been the quietest of whispers until now grew louder. Master knows best. Obey Master.

"Yes, sir! Oh god, I need this so badly. Please!"

"Then be a gracious host and invite your friend over. You wouldn't want him to miss any of the spectacle, would you?"

He was so horny he was nearly out of his mind with need. And he was close. Incredibly close. But Jaime didn't know how to act with Alex in the room. Years ago when they went to the same high school he'd turned down the young bull's fumbling advances. The bull had even tried to pull him into a kiss once when they'd tried to sort things out in the school's hidden smoking alcove. Jaime had left him heartbroken. For Alex to see him like this... to be offered to the bull's dad, as if he were more object than person. It was a lot to absorb, much less accept, and predictably the dog stumbled over his words.

He tried not to make eye contact with his friend as that would only sharpen the acute embarrassment he felt. Looking at the younger bull's feet, Jaime said, "It's okay Alex... this sort of stuff happens all the time. You can watch. If you want to."

The bull didn't trust himself to speak so he nodded slowly, unsure. Approaching slowly as if not to spook his longtime crush Alex closed the distance, his eyes still locked on the canine's rod as well as the hand that teasing it to the point of ejaculation. His father's hand.

When he'd gotten close enough that he could have reached out and touch his former friend in a manner like his dad was, Alex found his voice and asked, "I don't get it... you guys are like, some kind of item?"

The dad full on belly laughed as if he'd never heard something so ridiculous. When he recovered from the sudden onset of mirth he shook his head and said, "How absurd. Of course not. I've simply gotten Jaime in the habit of having his orgasms controlled by another man. Since self pleasuring is no longer permitted for the dog, he has come to look forward to these little sessions of ours. As I said before, this straight boy has been carefully trained in preparation for your wedding. Are you not pleased son? I chose him to be your fiancée because of your lingering affection towards him."

Alex looked conflicted. There was too much going on here and he was very confused.

"That was a long time ago father. I don't even know how you heard about that. But dad... he's not acting normal. Not like he use to. You've done something to him. Tell me!"

The heir apparent voice took on a hard edge but Mr. Zimmer pretended not to notice.

"Normal is relative, lad. Jaime is acting like any college jock-boy would after giving up his own selfish needs in favor of those he serves. As I said before, I've spent many months preparing him for you, Alex. It is of course your choice whether or not to accept him as your spouse. But declining my offer would mean that I was free to find other uses for the boy."

The viscous pressure on Jaime's balls returned and he knew that Mr. Zimmer wasn't interested in him speaking for the moment. This was a conversation between father and son and his opinion wasn't required.

"Dad! Listen to yourself! You're talking about Jaime as if he were some kind of slave!"

"And you speak as though he were not. But I do not hold your ignorance against you. You've yet to see proof to the contrary. Jaime: worship."

The retriever groaned in his own head as he fell to his knees. Worshipping Mr. Zimmer's fat spire was something Jaime had done many dozens of times since being hired. But they'd always been alone when the bull gave the order. It had made things much easier on the straight jock. If the canine hadn't spent the last many weeks involved in shooting pornos in front of a room full of people including directors, producers, hooded dominants, and other boys, Jaime might have hesitated at the command.

Falling softly to his knees the golden retriever wasted no time. Within moments he'd gotten Mr. Zimmer's erection out into the open and then into his mouth. By now he knew what the older man liked and set out to get the bull to shoot his load as quickly as possible. This had the unfortunate side effect of making Jaime look like a hungry cock whore but there was no helping that. The assistant fell into the usual routine and tried not to think too hard about it.

Mr. Zimmer gestured at the dog's bobbing head as if the evidence to back up his earlier statement was apparent.

"There, you see? The boy outs himself as the sex slave he has become. Therefor, he does not get a vote. The choice is yours and yours alone. Will he be your husband or won't he, Alex? Choose carefully. His future is in your hands."

The son watched with a mixture of hungry fascination and revulsion as his canine friend sucked and licked at his father's jutting cock.

"What will happen to him if I say no?"

"He'll no longer have any value to me. I'll play with him for a few more months and after I tire of him I'll attempt to recoup some of the cost of his training. A substantial amount of money, I'll add. Perhaps I will sell him to a foreign boy brothel. They are always looking for fresh meat and pretty faces."

Alex was livid. Jaime was his friend! A friend that he still had strong feelings for, even if he wouldn't admit these to anyone else.

"No! I'll call the police. They'll stop you!"

If Mr. Zimmer was at all flustered by the threat, it didn't show in his tone or body posture. He was calm and collected. A man in control, getting a blowjob from someone far younger than him.

"Incorrect, Alex. You haven't thought this through. Assuming they were savvy and lucky enough to find anything to charge me with, which they aren't, they'd come far too late to help the dog. If you force me to dispose of the evidence of this venture, I do not believe you'll like the results, son."

The younger bull wanted to yell at his father, to screech at him about fairness and justice. But Alex knew there was no point. His father wasn't evil per say... more like, entirely lacking traditional morals. The bull gave to charity because he deemed it a wise investment. Likewise, he turned a straight jock into a sex slave for men because that too was a wise investment. He would do far worse if those investments were threatened.

Taking a deep, calming breath, the bull said "So you're saying if I agree to marry Jaime, you'll give him to me? He'll be free of this?"

The father wagged a finger in the air and countered, "Incorrect. The dog will continue to be my property until I pass away or sell him, whichever comes first. I'm offering a time-sharing arrangement. Should you agree to be wed, we'll come up with a schedule that permits Jaime to complete both his responsibilities as a slave as well as his duties to you as your husband."

Mr. Zimmer had his son at a horrible disadvantage in this negotiation and they both knew it. The older bull was willing to go to extremes his son wasn't and that made all the difference in who held the power.

Jaime listened intently, knowing his future was being discussed. Some part of his wanted to be free of Mr. Zimmer... to go back to the life he knew. But the taste of the musky, powerful cock in his mouth made him hope that Alex wasn't able to 'rescue' him. To be taken away from the god-like bull would be a fate worse than death. Jaime tugged out the man's balls only to run his tongue over them. Mr. Zimmer deserved to be worshipped.

Alex reasoned that the best he could do was win a partial victory, as much as that grated him.

"If I were to agree, and that's a huge 'if', then Jaime can spend twenty percent of his of his time with you. The other eighty percent he'll be free. And you can never sell him or cause him permanent harm."

Mr. Zimmer smiled. He'd already won. This was just haggling over the details.

"Fifty-fifty, even split. And he isn't free when he's with you. In fact, he'll never be free again. But I agree to no permanent harm. Other than his already scheduled castration, that is."

There was no scheduled castration but Alex didn't know that. Mr. Zimmer, no novice to hardball negotiations, had thrown that out as a red herring so that he could get away with more of the things he actually cared about.

Predictably, the son shouted, "Dad, no! Absolutely no castration. That's a hard line. Non-negotiable!"

Mr. Zimmer made a big show of considering the lad's demand, as if it were somehow important to him whether or not a slave had balls or not. An absurd thought. Then he said, his voice grave, "Very well. But then he spends seventy percent of his time with me and when he's with you he'll always be chastised. And no, you won't be given the key. This is, as you say, my 'hard line'. Take it or leave it."

"Seventy - thirty? That's greedy, father."

"I'd be willing to go back to my earlier offer of fifty-fifty. But then I'd need to insist on the castration. If you're worried about the appearance of an empty sack, I can have the surgeon either remove the extra skin or insert artificial balls."

"No! No castration!"

"Then I'm afraid I must insist on the seventy - thirty split. We can't allow our young man here to backslide into any bad habits. The extra time will be needed for additional training."

Jaime wanted Alex to insist on some kind of regular, predictable relief schedule. But the thought hadn't even occurred to the bull, unaware as he was that the golden retriever sometimes went weeks without being permitted to cum. His throat stuffed full of bull schlong, Jaime couldn't exactly bring it up for discussion.

"No, no father," Alex snorted, his naturally hot temper flaring. It was a sure sign that Mr. Zimmer was getting his son riled up. And, the older bull could see that the sight of Jaime worshiping his dick was having the intended effects. Alex's pants were noticeably bulging now. "You really want me to do this? To marry Jaime and let you keep him as a slave? Fine. Then we split him fifty-fifty, and nothing permanent happens to his body. Especially castration. You know well enough that I wouldn't marry a man who's missing his balls." The younger bull fumed, his arms crossing as he squared his shoulders. Mr. Zimmer knew that look all too well, when his son was determined to defy him and get his way no matter what. This moment was why he had gone to such lengths with Jaime in the first place. To arrange things so that Alex was demanding what Mr. Zimmer himself wanted to happen.

Keeping the smile of victory off his face so as not to insult his son, Mr. Zimmer said, "Agreed. With the caveat that you must ask Jaime here to marry you. Here and now."

"Dad! You're forcing him to suck you off. This is hardly the time for a marriage proposal."

"Au contraire. This is the perfect time. The boy must understand which of us is the master and which of us is the husband. He will be trained to obey both, of course, but if you own his heart then I, in turn, own his soul. We'll share his body."

Alex rolled his eyes. At this point, he just wanted this sordid affair over with. Even to himself he hadn't yet admitted the genuine appeal of having Jaime all to himself for long stretches of time.

"Jaime... I'm sorry. This is not at all how I would have wanted this, given a choice. But... could you find it in yourself to be with me? Despite our past. That it to say... fuck, I'm making a mess of this. Jaime, would you marry me?"

Mr. Zimmer gripped a firstful of the boy's scalp fur and yanked Jaime back off his cock, then demanded in his deep voice, "Well, slave? Let's hear you answer."

The whole situation had pushed buttons Jaime didn't know he'd had. Made to suck off Mr. Zimmer while his son watched... battered over like a sack of grain... the fate of his own masculinity at stake. It made his growing submissive side whimper in lust.

"I do--" was all the assistant managed to get out before Mr. Zimmer slammed himself back down the slave's throat. Jaime gagged, placing his hands on the bull's thighs out of the instinctual self preservation.

"There you have it." the older male announced. "I'll make the arrangements. Now, if you'll excuse us son, I'd like a private moment with my slave. You'll recall that it was you who rudely barged in on us in the first place."

Giving Jaime one last lingering look, Alex turned on his heel and stalked out, quietly furious with what his father was getting away with.

After the door to the private study had been slammed shut, Mr. Zimmer address his slave.

"That encounter happened somewhat earlier than I'd anticipated, though all's well that ends well. But hear this, you little shit. Regardless of what promises I've made to my son, if you ever hurt my boy again like you did all those years ago, I will have your balls on a silver platter. I mean this is the literalist of senses. You will be the world's most perfect husband for my son. Do you understand me, slave?"

Unable to form intelligible words, Jaime gargled something into to man's shaft that the bull took as complete assent.

His boss' voice lost its threatening edge and the mature man grumbled, "Very well. From here on out we're stepping up your training. If you're to be brought out into the public sphere, I need to know that you'll behave yourself. The last thing I'd want is for you to embarrass me or my son in front of movers and shakers. We'll also begin preparing you for your honeymoon night. The entire evening will be choreographed from start to finish, including what words you will whisper to my son as well as which sex acts you will perform. I'll have cameras pre-installed in the hotel room to ensure that everything goes off precisely as planned... no surprises. Needless to say, you will be chastised so that you can focus wholly on my son's pleasure rather than your own."

It was so surreal to Jaime. Alex had tried to jump his bones so many times in school and the dog had turned him down again and again, as politely as he knew how. Now the golden retriever would be meticulously trained to do everything he could to please the bull. Including giving up his anal virginity. A year ago Jaime had never even considered the possibility of another man taking him back there.

Pulling himself off the bull's cock long enough to speak, the dog had a question that had been driving him up the wall the last couple months. He just had to know.

"Mr. Zimmer... sir? Am I really a slave?"

The bull stared at Jaime for a stunned second, then belly laughed so hard that he actually teared up as the assistant looked on from his kneeling position on the floor. The laughter went on and on until Mr. Zimmer waved a dismissive hand in the air, as if wafting some minor nuisance out of his way.

"My but you are dense, boy. Of course you are a slave. Or did you think that all those men at the studio had simply forgotten to ask your permission before whipping and skull fucking you? Ye gods child, you've been my personal piss pot for months. Was that not a large enough of a tip off all by itself?"

As he spoke, the business man rubbed his saliva slicked rod across the golden retrievers face, making wet streaks as he did. Dragging his cockhead against Jaime's slightly parted lips Mr. Zimmer said, "Let's be absolutely clear on this point, shall we? I own you, slave. You may be my son's fiancée, but that only makes him a very distant second in regards to who controls your life. You draw breathe because I allow it. Just as you cum only when it amuses me for you to do so. And when you go in front of those cameras, you do so at my command because your submission and humiliation makes me money. Is our relationship clear enough now, slave?"

Things were so much clearer now to the canine. He wasn't Mr. Zimmer's assistant. He was the man's property. His... slave. Suddenly a warm, comforting calmness came over Jaime. An awareness that his life made so much more sense. That he'd found his place and it was at his god-bull's side. No, not at his side. At the god-bull's feet. The man's sexual appeal and his troubling feelings regarding his own sexuality now had an explanation. Of course he'd felt this way since meeting the man. How else was a boy suppose to feel when in the presence of his deity?

Jaime smiled up at the bull and his face had no trace of malice or resentment. It was the face of a man at peace with his lot in life. A look somewhat spoiled by the veined cock pressed up against his head.

"Yes Master... your slave understands."

Mr. Zimmer grunted, unimpressed.

"Good. Then get back to work. We got a lot to do before my son's wedding. You'll have some vows to practice and much more besides. Then there's the day's porno shoot.They're expecting good returns on this new movie, which will help offset the cost of the wedding." The bull glanced at his watch and grunted a second time. "Only time enough for one of us to get off. No more questions, give me your throat."

Contented slave or not, Jaime didn't like hearing that. Twice during today's inspection he'd gotten close to getting off. It was a bitter pill to swallow to have to wait until some unknown point days off into the future. But the god-bull had spoken and there was little the dog could do. Perhaps pleasuring Master Zimmer to the best of his ability would soften the bull's stance. It was the best Jaime could hope for and after a respectful kiss on the tip of his Master's rod the retriever took the pole back into his eager muzzle.

It smelled and tasted just as it had before as it slid uncomfortably far past his tongue, but there was still something special this time around. The bull had always been different from his friends and neighbors, all of which Jaime had sucked to the best of his ability. With the additional context of who they were to each other, owner and slave, the dog looked up and met his Master's eyes. Jaime saw a possessive fire in the bull's eyes that he'd never noticed before. It made the canine's dick throb and his balls tingle with unspent seed.

Mr. Zimmer must have liked the look of his slaves eyes as well because he practically growled out, "I see you understand now, boy. I took you from a meaningless life of self-indulgence and made you my most valued possession. To the rest of the world you will be the personal assistant who married into the family. But behind the closed doors of these estates you will be known as an object. A thing that does not make decisions for itself. I will loan you out to friends and business partners alike, as one might a well-used lawnmower. Your young, pretty face will make me money and win me favorable financial arrangements. Know this: I would have you fucked by a herd of blue-balled horses if it saved me a single point of interest on a loan."

Mouth awash with the bull's flavor, Jaime moaned as closed his eyes until they were half-lidded. He'd worked for.... no, served Master Zimmer long enough that he could tell the man was serious. The golden retriever would not be some pampered pet, loved and gently used. He as an investment of the bull's. An investment that his Master expected maximum return on. If that meant making pornos and giving blowjobs to hedge fund managers, that's what would happen. And if the man could leverage Jaime to make his vagabond son more cooperative or predictable, it didn't matter what the dog thought about it. Slaves don't get a vote.

Using an unnecessary amount of his superior strength, Mr. Zimmer yanked the boy off his cock, slapped his slave so forcefully across the face that it made Jaime's ears ring and demanded, "Any complaints, slave? If you have even the smallest of reservations on the subject of how your Master plans to use your body for his purposes, you will speak them now."

The retriever was caught completely flat footed and just knelt panting his eyes wide in shock. Another slap struck him in exactly the same place, the pains compounding upon one another.

"Your Master has bid you speak, boy. Or would you prefer to finally see the sound-proofed Punishment Room I've had prepared in the basement?"

This was the first time Jaime had heard of such a room. And with a name like the 'Punishment Room', the canine was sure he had no desire for the bull to drag him down there.

When the youth saw the hand raising up to strike him for the third time he frantically called out, "Master, sir! This slave exists only to see your will done! Please tell me what I might do to make your life easier, Master, sir!"

Mr. Zimmer pulled Jaime to his feet so that they were nearly eye to eye.

"You will make my son the happiest man in the world. You will put his well-being before your own in all things. You will learn to love him and no other. Fail to meet my expectations in these matters and I will schedule you for one last porno shoot, little dog. A snuff film. Do you understand me, slave?"

His voice ringing with complete sincerity, Jaime replied, "Yes, Master. This slave understands, sir."

Again Mr. Zimmer grunted, as if he were yet unconvinced. But as if to contradict his hard-line demeanor, he reached out to grab the golden retriever's long denied member. Not bothering to use any fancy technique or even a steady rhythm, the bull jerked Jaime's cock in a nearly mechanical fashion and said, "We will see, boy. You'll need much more training before I'm sure how far I can trust you with my son. For now, you have my permission to cum. Afterwards, when your little worm is soft and spent, we will fit it into its new long-term home. Hopefully you haven't been spoiled too badly by how frequently you've been allowed to cum thus far. They will now be a relatively infrequent affair... an unexpected reward doled out for impeccable behavior."

The indescribable pleasure of having his cock played with was suddenly counterbalanced by that bit of terrible news. Master Zimmer considered two or three weeks between orgasms to be too frequent? Apparently when it came to slaves he did. Jaime didn't have much time to digest that deeply demoralizing revelation as the bull's impatient fist pumped his cock past the point of no return.

Jaime's face contorted in pleasure as Mr. Zimmer watched impassively. The former college boy's cock began to gush thick jets of stored up jism as he moaned, his eyes rolling up towards the ceiling in exquisite release. Wanting a reason to punish the slave later, the bull pointed the erupting pole towards his own suit and tie, as well as the expensive carpeting. Predictably, slave cum sprayed around in uncontrolled pearly white ropes, drenching all it came in contact with. A small price to pay for getting the retriever's new training regiment off on the right foot.

Down in the Punishment Room, a sturdy metal chastity device sat atop a table positioned near a padded chair installed in the center of the room. The seat, all black, was currently adjusted back into a reclined position and came equipped with a great many straps. Straps that would come in quite handy for the evening Master Zimmer had planned for his boy-object. The bull's private albums would gain several new pages before the slave was allowed to rest.

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Six Months Later

"Jaime? Was that the door? Could you get it for me? I'm busy in the kitchen."

The golden retriever's voice rung out from the other side of the house calling back to Alex, "Of course, love."

Without hurrying the dog made his way to their home's front door. This proved to be a tactical error as when the canine opened the door he realized who he'd kept waiting on the other side. Mr. Zimmer, Alex's father, stood on the other side of the threshold, glowering at Jaime.

The slave immediately fell to the floor, kissing the man's feet in welcoming and apologizing for the delay. That his self-debasement was partially visible from the street didn't even register as a concern to the retriever. It had been over a month since he'd last laid eyes on the man. The dull throb locked away in his long-term chastity belt attested to that.

After permitting a minute or so for his slave to prove his continued devotion by groveling at feet, Mr. Zimmer stepped forward without acknowledging the slave. The bull wasn't here for the canine. He'd come to speak with his son.

As he stepped into the house Jaime stood back up and closed the door, sparing a quick glance outside to see if any neighbors had spotted his peculiar behavior. If they had, it wouldn't affect how the canine treated his owner, but things would be less complicated if the people who lived close by were kept ignorant of the fact that a porn star slave lived next door.

In certain circles Jaime had become quite famous as the dog who appeared in some of the most hardcore gay pornos available for purchase. Given the choice, the retriever wouldn't have wished that reputation for himself, but his Master had not asked the canine for his opinion on the matter. By now Jaime had starred in over forty hardcore kink films, though only half or so of them were made available for distribution to a broader audience. The other twenty tended to a great deal more... intense and the dog desperately hoped none of those ever leaked out onto the internet.

Even Alex hadn't been made aware of those particular films. Jaime knew that the younger bull would not have approved of the extremes explored in those exclusive membership pornos. Genres such as fisting, asphyxiation, and cock and ball torture only scratched the surface of the material created for the studio's more private viewership.

Since he'd never received any share of profits for his acting career it had been easy enough for the the twenty two year old to keep these 'other' films a secret from his husband. Not that they hadn't made plenty of money. Over the last year Jaime had made several executives at the studio quite wealthy as they'd managed to turn him into their biggest and most lucrative headliner under the alias "Suck-Pup the Slave". Mr. Zimmer had also made out quite well. Not that he'd ever dream of thanking the slave for the financial windfall. Such a thing just isn't done.

Catching back up to the bull while making sure to stay several steps behind him, the slave heard the man greet his son.

"Alex, my boy. How wonderful to see you. You look well! Though I see you still insist on dressing the slave like a free person. You know my thoughts on this subject."

The younger bull greeted his father with a warm hug but rolled his eyes at his father's words.

"Dad, Jaime and I are married. Married! I'm not going to have him lounging around the house naked except for a collar. That'd just be weird."

The bull hugged his son back, his body language full of familial affection.

"That's why we had the basement constructed, yes? The slave should never be permitted to lounge around in the first place. Don't tell me you're letting him eat at the table too..."

Alex made an aggravated noise in his throat and pulled back from the hug saying, "Dad, we're in love, okay? I'm not banishing my husband to the basement and that's final."

Mr. Zimmer waved a hand in casual disagreement and said, "That's your choice, of course. But being in love doesn't have anything to do with spoiling the slave rotten. If I hadn't of taken steps to keep him chaste, he'd of completely back tracked by now. Bad habits are easy to form and hard to break."

Jaime made sure to stay still and silent. He knew better than to get between his husband and his Master. Besides, the boy had no idea who'd he'd actually agree with if forced to pick between the two. Both of the bulls commanded his undying loyalty and it would very nearly tear him apart to pick sides.

"You make it sound as if you're doing him a favor. The poor guy hasn't gotten off in weeks. Dad, this has got to stop. Cum is going to start pouring of out his ears if you don't lay back."

As if to prove his point, Alex came over and tugged off Jaime's pants so that they lay bunched up around his shoed feet. Then the bull reached down and got a hand around the base of the canine's scrotum before hefting them up and out. The slave blushed mightily but said nothing, crossing his arms behind his back to keep them out of the way.

Jaime's husband continued with, "These are filled practically to the bursting point, father. It's cruel to keep him so needy."

Mr. Zimmer stepped closer and joined his son, the two men running their hands over the dog's heavy sack. Jaime found himself becoming both aroused and a little scared as his dangly bits were played with by the two bulls.

"These feel perfectly fine to me. I assure you, it's quite natural for a submissive boy to be kept dry this long."

"Oh?" countered Alex. "And just how long do you allow yourself go without getting off?"

Now the older bull sounded annoyed. "That's hardly the same thing and you know it. A free man needs to be able to focus on important matters as he goes about his day. Blue balls would prove an unnecessary distraction in the world of business. A slave, on the other hand, can never be allowed to forget their place. An aching need to cum is an excellent meditative focus for the boy to center his life around."

Aggravated with his son the older bull began to squeeze down on Jaime's sack, making the retriever's face go pale with pain as he fought back a whimper.

"Dad, stop! You're hurting him!"

Only after a few more seconds of pressure did Mr. Zimmer's hand belatedly relax. Then, collecting himself and working to keep his temper in check, the bull said, "I didn't come here to fight over something as trivial as a pair of slave balls, Alex. I came to see how you were doing. And secondarily, to pick up my property. Per our agreement, he got to spend a whole month with you, uninterrupted. He'll be joining me at the estate now, for the next few weeks... unless you have any objections?"

The younger bull rolled his eyes again.

"It's not like you've given me much choice. You've only threatened to castrate him like a half dozen times. Take him if you must. But I want him back in one piece. And sane! If I found out you spent the whole month torturing him in that hell-hole you call a basement, you and I are going to have words, father."

Mr. Zimmer ground his teeth and took a deep breath. He really did care about his son, but the boy's fixation on this dog was beginning to grate at him.

"He will be no worse for wear, of course. Slave, get in the car."

Pulling his pants up, Jaime leaned over to give Alex a quick kiss on his cheek before he hurried out of the room. Previous swaps of custody had taught him that there was no such thing as obeying too quickly. His husband would not be able to protect him once he was on the older man's property, behind closed doors.

When the pair heard the front door close signalling the canine's departure, Alex stated, "Dad, please tell you're going to let him shoot sometime soon. You're pushing him too far."

"This attitude of yours is precisely the reason you can't be trusted with a copy of the chastity key, son. Whether the dog goes a week without cumming or a year, the duration matters far less than the results. The more you try to dress him up as a free man, the more you force me to balance the scales. Did you know that the last time he was at the house he actually tried to start up a conversation with me? Of his own initiative!"

Alex turned around and placed his palms on the counter, struggling just as hard as his father to keep calm.

"How scandalous! Next he'll be wanting to eat people food at the table and wear clothes around the house. You know he was a normal person until you pulled him into your web of manipulation, right dad?'

"Spare me your hypocrisy, son. I notice you did not have any trouble putting the ring on his finger during your marriage ceremony. Even then you were already planning on sliding yourself into the straight boy's virgin hole. We've both had a hand in shaping him into something that fits our needs. I will not stand here and let you cast me into the role of the devil. The Zimmers have a long, proud history of taking what we need to survive in this unforgiving world. I will not apologize for it."

The younger of the two was breathing heavy now, his anger mounting. But it wasn't just anger for his old man. Much of the anger was directed inward, at himself. There was more than a little truth his father's words. Yes, Alex had gone along with the bizarre situation because all of the alternatives put Jaime in mortal peril. But once he'd taken those first few steps down this path, the bull hadn't exactly tried to buck the system. In fact, he'd spent the last half year enthusiastically having his way with his one-time high school idol. The golden retriever had taken Alex's cock countless times during their time together, in all sorts of positions and circumstances. And always while the bite of the unyielding chastity cage between his legs kept him perfectly soft and ridiculously horny.

Teeth nearly clenched, Alex said, "Okay, yes, fine. There's some truth to that. But I'm asking you, as a favor to me, cut Jaime a break would you? Please."

Mr. Zimmer frowned, drumming his fingers on the kitchen counter as he considered his words.

"...Very well. You know by now how hard I find it to deny you. I will agree to permit him a more consistent release schedule if you agree to start him on a workout regiment. We might as well get some use out of that basement you've been ignoring. I'll provide the equipment and the physical trainer. Are we agreed?"

A handshake and second hug later, and the two bulls parted ways. Nothing else needed to be said.

When Mr. Zimmer joined Jaime in the car, he resisted the urge to paddle the slave's ass right then and there. The bull would have plenty of opportunities over the next month to use his slave in working out his frustrations with his son. He did, however, pull the dog down and shove Jaime's nose forcibly against the crotch of his pants.

"Suck, slave. I don't care if any of your neighbors see. It's a travesty that you've tricked free people into thinking you're one of them. If you weren't married to my son, I'd mail each of them a copy of that hanging video. The one where you pissed yourself in fear as you hung from your neck."

Not stupid enough to even try and defend himself, the golden retriever set himself to the task. Pulling Master ZImmer's half-hard arousal out his pants Jaime practically dove on it. Soon the car was filled with the sounds of slurping noises as the dog worked his Master's cock with very real hunger. The retriever tolerated his husband's cock out a real and growing love for the man. But the rod of the god-bull was something else entirely. It was very nearly his reason for existing and tasted as good today as it had the first time he'd wrapped his tongue around it. As he did, his long ignored dog-bone twitched as much as its cage allowed and began to leak precum.

Jaime also noticed the man had not started the car. Apparently they would not be going anywhere until the slave had manage to extract a load from the older male. And every minute they sat out in the open only increased the odds that one of the neighbors would see the scandalous sight of Jaime going down on his father in law. They'd have no idea that what was actually happening was a slave going down on the Master who'd kidnapped, brainwashed, broken, and brutally trained him. But their assumptions would be more than enough to get rumors to start flying around.

The dog tensed as he heard a car drive by on the road behind them. It kept going but Jaime redoubled his efforts, pushing himself farther down on his Master's pole. Mr. Zimmer grunted but otherwise didn't react. Both of them knew whose responsibility it was to get the bull off quickly enough to avoid awkward consequences. The dog was not some equal partner. He was a mostly automated masturbatory aid.

Off down the road, Jaime saw the Pattersons leave their home, pans of food held by the two leopards, a married couple. When they started heading the dog's way, he mentally cursed himself for forgetting the reason why Alex had been cooking. They'd been planning on entertaining guests this evening. The neighbors.

From his position being nearly face down in the bull's crotch, the Jaime had no idea if his Master had noticed them. Leaning down still farther to hide himself from view as much as possible, the slave used his best techniques in pulling out Master Zimmer's essence.

For the next minute the retriever's pulse raced and his throat burned as forsook comfort for speed. The two of them were seconds from being caught and Jaime could already imagine the fallout. Not only would his dear husband's life become very thorny for the next many weeks as the scandal raged on around him, the slave was confident he'd spend the whole next month almost exclusively within the four walls of the Punishment Room. His Master would hold him to account for his failure and the dog would spend a great many hours screaming his apologies. Jaime sucked on the god-bull's cock for all he was worth, masturbating Mr. Zimmer with his lips and hand.

Just as he knew it was too late and that they must be out of time the bull started cumming, unannounced as was his style. Putting the load down into his stomach with a series desperate swallows, Jaime pulled his head up the moment Mr. Zimmer's orgasm tapered off. Barely in time too because the Pattersons were just then stepping onto the home's lawn. Spotting Jaime and his father in law parked in the driveway, they headed over to chat.

As Mr. Zimmer rolled down the car's window to exchange polite greeting, the golden retriever's eyes went wide as he realized the bull's fat cock was still outside of his pants, bobbing in the air. With no time to think, Jaime leaned over the bull so that he could hide the cum splattered erection with his body.

Putting on his most winning smile and hoping his mouth wasn't splattered with musky bull seed, the dog stuck his head out the window and said, "Hi there! How are you folks doing today?"

Behind the door, Jaime worked his hands to carefully push the bull's flesh back into pants. If he moved too quickly and carelessly hurt the man or accidently pinched flesh between zippers, the slave knew he'd spend be lucky if he managed to cum anytime during the next calendar year.

The husband, Mr. Patterson, raised an eyebrow and said, "No complaints. You two going somewhere? I may have mixed up the dates..."

Putting on an apologetic face to hide his distress at almost getting caught blowing his father in law, Jaime said, "Sorry, something has come up and we need to head off. But Alex is still home! I'm so sorry I have to leave like this. I know how rude that must look."

Mrs. Patterson waved her spotted hand and said, "Nonsense. If you can't be rude to neighbors, what's the point of having them? Kidding, of course. We'll have plenty of time to catch up later. You boys have fun now. Hope everything is okay."

Jaime returned her friendly smile and said, "I'm sure it will be. No dire emergency, just something time sensitive. We'll chat later!"

Mr. Zimmer said nothing during this exchange and the canine grew aware that the bull was growing furious at having his personal space invaded by the slave. Leaning back into the car and out from in front of his Master, Jaime didn't even wait for the Pattersons to walk out of line of sight before he said, "I'm so sorry Master. Alex would have been so upset if they'd seen, and I just... I can't upset him..." Jaime realized how silly it was to try and explain himself to the bull, because nothing Jaime said really mattered, and so simply finished, "Please punish this slave for his discourtesy regarding his Master's personal space."

Turning the ignition and putting the car into gear, the bull said in a cold voice, "We'll discuss it later, when we're back at the estate. I hope you're able to prepare a less pathetic apology by then, boy."

Head bowed in humble shame, Jaime missed his Master's coy smile and look of satisfaction at how his property handled himself. The man was going to relish long-dicking his slave later, turned on as he was by the boy's flustered face at the thought of getting caught in the act. It pushed Mr. Zimmer's buttons in a huge way that, in the heat of the moment, the object once known as Jaime hadn't considered his own embarrassment a valid reason for not finishing his oral service.

As they made their way down the road, the bull though that perhaps the slave might manage to cum tonight despite his earlier intentions to further extend the boy's chastity. After all, the Punishment Room could be used for giving pleasure just as easily as it dished out pain. Mr. Zimmer was looking forward to seeing where the day took them: a free man and his straight slave.