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Connor walked off the dirt road onto the concrete pavement that led up to a large building. It was the only building in sight, most likely miles, as well. That wasn't good. The young man had taken a dirt road that his GPS had led him to, but after driving for half an hour or so he got a flat tire with this big building being the only thing around. It hadn't shown up on his GPS, didn't have a sign in the front, or any indication of what the building was for. Was it abandoned?

He hoped it at least had a working landline, as he had lost cell service. At the front of the building, he made his way inside through a single wooden door, leading into a nice, yet simple, waiting area, with a reception's desk and chairs along the walls. Definitely not abandoned. The lights came on automatically, motion sensors most likely, but it was empty.

"Hello?" Connor called out, and there was no response. There were a few doors leading elsewhere into the building from the receptionist area, all were locked but one. The one unlocked room led into a....very cramped closet. It must have been only 4 ft by 4 ft, white walls and white tiling with no other features besides a single button on the opposite wall of the door.

After some thought, the young man reached out and pressed the button, wondering if it was possibly an intercom of sorts. For a few seconds, nothing happened, followed by a sudden whoosh of air as he found himself falling down a metal chute. He grunted a few times when it took a few turns, bumping into walls, groaning when he finally hit the ground, finding himself in a cramped cage. Something that you'd probably put a large feral dog into. Connor looked around, seeing that he was caged in a small white room.

"H-Hello?" He called out, thoroughly confused about what was going on and slightly sore from the bumpy ride. "Is anyone there?" Upon closer inspection, he didn't even see a door or door handle that led out of the room, and the chute he had come in from had disappeared from the ceiling. "Let me out!" Connor grumbled, grabbing the cage and rattling it, hoping someone would hear him.

After several moments of being in the isolated room, the cage slowly started to lower down through the floor. It dropped quickly, sliding down a passage just barely big enough to fit the cage. It went lower and lower, before finally descending from the ceiling of another white room, this one large and with several more cages in it. In each one, there was another male, from all walks of life. They all seemed to be sorted out, by body type and then by heritage, with Connor being placed near several over well built white males. Unlike him, they seemed to have little to no fight in them, their bodies showing that they had been in their prisons for a very long time.

Connor had kept fussing with the cage, freezing in place once he noticed that it was being lowered down. He quickly let go of the bars and kept to the middle of his small prison, gasping when the slow descent became a fast one. As if things weren't strange enough, he found himself, lowered into a new room. He wasn't alone though. They seemed a lot more calm than he felt, and none had a stitch of clothing on them. The human almost felt odd wearing clothing amongst them.

"Uh...Hello?" He leaned over to one side of the cage, talking quietly to a white male in the cage next to him. It was at that moment when he looked around himself, seeing other white males near him. Was this room organized by race or something? He refocused and turned back to the guy he was speaking to before. "Hey, what's going on? Where am I?"

The male next to him gave a brief glance at him, before he shifted his body, turning his back to him. All the other males around him responded in kind, some of them even snarling or growling at him as he tried to talk to them. His efforts, though, didn't last long. A few moments later, the sound of a sliding door could be heard. This got the attention of every male in the room, whose eyes were all following what looked like a metal soccer ball, rolling down the dark metal paths that separated each of the groups, before coming to a halt right in front of Connors cage.

The ball slowly came apart, several small legs holding it up, while arms came out of its body. What was obviously a camera popped out, looking at the caged man as it moved closer. After a moment of looking at him, the arms shot forward, reaching into the cage and grabbing onto his clothing, quickly tearing it off his body.

Connor stared at the strange object, eyes widening when it came apart, arms and legs, even a camera lens poked free. Was it going to take a picture of him? "Gah, stop!" He scooted back and swatted at the mechanical arms as they assaulted his clothing.

The machine didn't stop, if anything went at him even faster, the thin metal arms not snapping even as they were hit by the obviously strong male. It made quick work of the clothes, taking every scrap of fabric with it as it left him in the nude. Once done, all its appendages retracted back into its body, and just as quickly as it arrived, it left, rolling away with all of his clothes, and everything else he had on him, including his I.D.

"H-Hey, get back here with my clothes!" He called after it, though it didn't cause anything to happen. After a few seconds, he covered his groin with his hands, feeling rather exposed now. As the hours went by however, he eventually stopped, falling asleep after a while, getting exhausted from messing with the cage.

After the device left, there was no real way to tell the passage of time in the large room, but it had to have been several hours that passed, before the sounds of the doors opening again were heard. This time, he could hear the sounds of footsteps. Into the room came about a half dozen robotic machines, each one paired with another. Pairs went off, grabbing a young adult looking Indian, while another grabbed an older looking black man. The last pair, though, grabbed Connors cage, lifting it up easily, and marching out towards the doorway.

The young man got more worried as his cage was carried off. Would he finally get some answers now, or just more robots that wouldn't respond? Who even had such high tech robots? It was like nothing he had seen before.

The machines carried his cage into another room, this one cast in shadows. The other two cages there sat under a stream of light, his cage being put on the end. A male voice suddenly filled the silence, as several shadowy figures appeared on the edge of the light. "Here they are, the three specimens you wished to see. B113" at this, the talking males hand gestured to the black male," I092," his hand moved to the Indian boy," and C153." He finished, his hands coming to stay clasped behind his back.

From the group of 4, the smallest one came forward, revealing the person to be in dress shoes, tan dress pants and a black polo shirt. At first glance, it would appear that the person was a young woman, with her long and colorful hair. She walked towards the black man, who moved forwards, pressing himself against the cage, small, animalistic sounds coming from him. The boy in the next cage did the same, looking up at the girl hopefully.

Connor quickly covered himself when he realized there were other people in the room, slowly slipping into the back of his cage as one guy spoke. What was going on? Why was he and the other two cages on display? Were they being auctioned off or something? Was this slave trading? It was the only thing he could think of. Looking to the other cages, the two males were eager to be seen and acted...oddly, to say the least. Connor remained in the back of his cage, hands covering his groin. He wanted to speak out, to get some answers, but he just couldn't manage to form any words. The young man was too afraid to speak, and even if he could muster the courage to do so, what would he say?

The woman reached out, petting the eager black man’s cheek for a few moments, purple eyes inspecting him like a prize dog. She slowly made her way over to the younger male, looking barely legal, but he started licking at her hand, enticing a giggle out of her. She spent a little longer on him, before moving onto Connors cage. She crouched down, eyes looking at him, before she spoke. Her voice, though soft and light, was quite obviously male. "Is he a fresh catch? He doesn't seem to have been treated with the normal medicacion yet." The feminine guy asked, eyes looking Connor over.

"He has only been in our care for about 12 hours, and he's only been exposed to the general chemicals we filter into the kennel." The man from before said.

Connor gave the young woman a concerned look when she stared at him, eyes opening more in shock when he heard her,or rather, his voice. The guy looked like a girl, but certainly didn't sound like one. He listened curiously as the two spoke, not totally sure what they were going on about. The young man was surprised to hear he had been there for 12 hours, it hadn't felt that long. "Wha...What chemicals?" He asked quietly. Had he been breathing in something this whole time? If so, what was it, and what did it do? And why were these people so non-nonchalant about him being there? He had figured it was an accident, that he'd be let out once an actual person saw he didn't belong, but they didn't seem to care.

Brian, the feminine guy, grinned, perfectly white teeth peeking out from under his lips. He tilted his head, looking at Connor like he was a curiosity, before he pushed one of his hands through the bars, his palm up, like one would when meeting a strange dog. "This is a pet factory, and you are a pet." He said softly. The other three people continued to talk behind them. "My Uncle owns the company. From what I understand, the chemicals that get pumped into the kennel make pets more obedient, even as their instincts are made to be more feral." He continued. "Which means, given your exposure, you should obey simple commands." This was posed more as a question, which the man responded to.

"Yes, he'll respond to a good many commands, though he would have to go through several more invasive operations before he's safe to buy." The older man explained, while another one of the shadowed figures giggled, indicating them to be a woman.

"Come here, boy." Brian ordered softly, his hand gesturing for the caged man, to come to him.

Connor gulped nervously as the man kept looking at him, eyes lowering down to the hand that was held out. He looked on with a confused expression, growing even more perplexed as he listened to what was said. "Pet...Factory?" He asked quietly, more so to himself. Chemicals that made him more obedient...and feral? It sounded so strange, but....the other men had acted like feral dogs before. "O-Operations?!" He swallowed again, his situation seemingly getting worse and worse. And while his mind was swimming with questions and worries, he found himself crawling forward to the front of the cage. His eyes widened when he realized that he had just moved, responding to the command without a single thought.

Brian grinned as he watched the confused male crawl towards him, obviously against his will as he saw him moving backwards several times, before finally coming close enough for Brian to pet his hair. "Aw, that's a good boy." He praised the man, eyes looking over his body, his grin becoming bigger the longer he looked. "Uncle, I would like to test this one out." He said calmly, continuing to gently pet Connor’s head.

The trio in the dark stopped talking, turning to look at him. "If you're sure, honey." The woman said.

"I'm sure. I just want to see what needs to be fixed on him." Brian said softly, his other hand slipping into the cage.

Connor blinked several times, still trying to process what had happened. He kept looking at the man with a confused look as he was petted, eyes looking to the other man in the room when he spoke. Test him out? What did that mean? "..Fixed?" That didn't mean what he thought it meant...right? It didn't sound like it, but what else did he mean? "What d- "

Brian’s other hand gently grabbed onto his soft cock, delicate and soft fingers running over the organ. As the adults left, the other cages were brought out of the room by the machines. Finally, the two robots that had brought Connor in grabbed the top of his cage, lifting the top and the bars off, leaving him crouched before Brian, who continued to pet his head, and slowly jerk his cock.

Connor gasped as his flaccid cock was grabbed through the cage bars. The young man tensed up, cock lightly twitching in response. He saw everyone leave, and was surprised to see the cage come apart. It took him a few seconds of being frozen in shock to speak, though his dick had a mind of its own, slowly becoming semi-erect. "Wh-what are you doing? I don't...understand." He wanted to get up and run, to get out of this strange place, but his legs felt locked in place.

Brian grinned even more, leaning forwards till their faces were inches apart. "I want you. You're going to be my 18th birthday gift, so my parents let me get a dog. I've always wanted a pet." He said softly, his hand jerking the semi-hard shaft, thumbing the tip gently to start spreading the pre around. "I'm not going to get just any old dog, though. Besides, it's quite common for people to try out their purchases before they send them into the changing room." He said, before looking down at the hard shaft he now held. Brian looked at Connor, then in a commanding voice, said.

"Stay." Once he did, he stood up, and quickly started to strip out of his clothes, tossing his shirt to the side as he kicked off his shoes, making quick work of his pants and socks, leaving him in a pair of black, lacy panties, which had a large bulge in them. He walked to Connor, gently holding his head and pushing it towards the wet spot on the underwear, the word "Lick" coming from his mouth.

Connor leaned his head back when the other guy got close to his face, "I-I'm not a dog, or a pet." He replied, grunting a bit as his cock throbbed, leaking a bit of precum from the tip. How was he getting so hard and aroused in such an odd situation? His cock just didn't care, only paying attention to the soft hand that was stroking and teasing it. "Changing room?" He had a feeling that didn't mean a room you changed clothes in, though he had no idea what it could mean. He doubted that he'd simply be forced to change into some clothing.

When told to stay, he instinctively did, mainly because his mind was still lagging behind. The young man watched curiously as the other male disrobed, until there was nothing left but panties, which wasn't all too surprising. What did surprise him though, was the large bulge that was inside the panties. That and the fact that he couldn't move when he tried, and how he licked at the wet spot with only slight hesitation. Why couldn't he resist these stupid commands?!

Brian grinned as he watched the male under him obviously struggle against the drugs going through him, even as his tongue slowly started to lap at the wet spot of his panties. "That's a good boy." He said in an almost loving tone. "Get familiar with my scent, pet. You're mine now." He pushed his clothed cock forwards to smear the spit and pre all over Connors lips and cheeks, leaking wet trails all over. Watching the strong man reduced to such a state only made Brian harder, at which point he pulled his cock and balls out of the panties, letting the faint musk get breathed in by his pet. "Your mine, pet. Mine to do whatever I want with." He said, holding his head still as he gently pushed his cock head against his lips, slowly pushing past them, into the hot mouth.

Connor grunted as he kept licking, mind and body fighting, unable to stop. He was only able to slow to a stop when a clothed dick was rubbed against his face, eyes closing as he winced back slightly. "N-No.." He said meekly, still in shock. The musk in the air got stronger when the cock and balls were freed of the panties, head shaking weakly before it was grabbed and held still. The teenager's erect cock got closer to his mouth until finally pressing at his slips and slowly pushing into his mouth, the taste of it quickly assaulting his tongue. "Nnngh.." It felt like a bad dream, a nightmare even, his body not wanting to move even though his mind screamed for it to run.

Brian bit his lip and moaned softly as he slowly pushed his cock into the pet's mouth, his member throbbing as he slid it past his lips. He continued to push it in, till he felt his cock hitting against his uvula. He didn't press on, just wanting to enjoy the feeling of the warm mouth around his member, feeling the shame and self-loathing coming off of his pet. Brian gently rubbed his pet's hair, lightly thrusting into his mouth as he did. "It's ok, pet. You'll learn to love this." He said in almost mocking kindness, before pulling his cock out of the boy's mouth. Member dripping with spit and pre, he took a step back. "Stand up," he ordered.

Connor couldn't help but to gag when the feminine male's un-feminine cock pushed to the back of his mouth, eyes tearing up a bit, unable to move or resist. Thankfully it wasn't pushed back any further than that, his gagging ceasing once the man pulled back, though only to start going back and forth, thrusting into his mouth. "Nnngh..." He was supposed to learn to love this? Connor was gay, so he wasn't against having a cock in his mouth, but the situation itself made it a horrible feeling. He let out a sigh of relief once the cock left his mouth, then a groan in annoyance as he stood up on command.

Brian grinned as he gently started to caress his pet, sharp eyes inspecting every inch of the man, feeling up his muscles, feeling the texture of his hair and skin, even going so far as to open up Connors mouth and feel his teeth, checking them like one would a dog. He also took a great amount of time 'checking' his pets cock and balls, groping and fondling his sack, taking time to stroke his cock some, collecting pre from the tip with his finger to taste it. Slowly, trailing his hands on the bigger man's body, he walked behind him, before whispering to him “On your hands and knees."

Connor felt like a piece of meat as the man looked and felt him all over, the feeling changing to that of a dog when his teeth were even looked at. Why such an inspection, what was the point? What was the point of any of this? It all seemed strange and confusing. His cock was touched and teased again, the faded erection growing hard once more, even his precum was tasted by the other man as if this wasn't odd enough. Connor grunted when ordered to his hands and knees, struggling to resist but ultimately ending up on all fours.

Brian grinned widely as his pet went down to all fours, his cock still hard and leaking, his heavy balls hanging low on his body. "Good boy." He said happily, reaching down to gently pet his dog's hair. He moved behind the man, standing between his legs, before falling to one knee. His hands came down to land on the man's toned ass, lightly spanking the cheeks while he did, but he only groped and kneaded the orbs. He gently worked the ass, leaning in as he parted them to reveal the pucker hidden between them.

Connor gulped nervously, feeling even more exposed than before. It was degrading every time he was pet like a dog, the position he was currently in making it worse. Not to mention the light spanking and touching to his rear, and the groping to his average sized balls. His body tensed up when the other man pulled his ass cheeks apart, his hole exposed to the cool air. "What...Are you doing?" He questioned, getting the nerve to speak.

Brian ignored the dog, normal pets can't talk so why should he care about what this one really had to say. He leaned in, his smooth cheeks rubbing against the walls of his pets crack slightly, before he let his tongue leave his mouth and drag over his pet's pucker. He felt his body lurch away from him, and Brian quickly grabbed onto the man's ball sack, giving the orbs in them a not so kind squeeze. "A cock doesnt need a set of balls to work." He said, his tone cold as steel, as he ran his thumb nail along the delicate skin of his scrotum.

Connor's fingernails scratched lightly at the floor as his hands clenched, feeling the teen's head moving between his cheeks. When he felt the tongue on his hole he instinctively jumped forward in shock, gasping and grunting in pain as he was stopped short, a hand grasping his balls. "Gah." He let out a pained groan when his orbs were squeezed, freezing in place. "That hurts," he said in a tensed voice, toes curling slightly as the nail ran along his sack.

Brian pulled his nail away, letting go of those orbs. "Then be a good boy for your master." He said softly, the hand that had been holding his balls reaching into the pocket of his discarded pants. He pulled out a small bottle, which he promptly opened and started to pour the obvious lube onto some of his fingers. "I promise you, I'll make you feel so good, as long as you behave." He gently started to probe his dog's pucker with a lubed up finger, gently pushing it into his body.

Connor relaxed a bit once his balls were released, though he was still stressed. He grew uneasy when he didn't hear or feel anything, slowly turning his head to try and look behind himself and see what the teenager was up to. His eyes just barely caught something being retrieved from the teen's pants, quickly figuring out what it was once a lubed finger slipped into his back entrance. He let out a small gasp and tensed up, growing even more worried now. This teenager, a guy who had just turned legal, was getting ready to fuck him?

Brian let out what might have been a “Ssh” of comfort, one hand petting Connors back while the other slowly pumped his finger in and out, twisting and turning as he worked it to the knuckle. "You know, for a gay man, your very tight." Brian commented, as he pulled his finger out, leaving the tip to hold the ring open. "Could it be that I'll have the honor of having your cherry?" He teased, before slowly pushing back in, two fingers this time.

Connor was confused; did the teen just assume he was gay, or did he know some how? He wouldn't have been surprised if this place had some sort of tech that could figure out a person's sexuality. The embarrassing part was that the fingering felt good, evident by his throbbing and leaking shaft. Even though his mind was screaming 'No!', his body didn't care, simply enjoying the nice sensations.

What made it worse was how the teen had guessed right, he hadn't been fucked before, or fucked in general, besides blow jobs. He hadn't found the right person for that, and it certainly wasn't this 18 year old. "Nnngh.." He grunted, thoughts interrupted when another finger was added. His rear was tight, and it didn't help that he hadn't used any anal toys in awhile.

Brian grinned as he continued to pet his pets back, scissoring his fingers to slowly start stretching the pucker more. "Does my puppy like having his tail hole played with?" He teased, fingers curling to finger his button, his male g-spot. He grinned wider as he did, his pet obviously feeling it as well. "Does my puppy want more? Does he want to cum?" He continued, swirling the tip of his finger against the smooth gland, giving it only the barest amount of pressure, even as he started to lube up his bigger cock. Seeing the strong male so weak and needy was making him so very hard, and he wanted his pet to beg for release.

Connor stifled a groan as his hole was opened up by the two fingers, head lowering slightly in shame. It did feel good, especially when his prostate was toyed with, an audible gasp escaping his lips as his cock jumped and spurted precum. The constant references to him being a dog, puppy...tail hole, was odd, but it wasn't his main focus right then. "F-Fuck.." He grunted, mind and body struggling. One side was ashamed and wanting to flee while the other just wanted to stay still and enjoy the fingering.

Brian clicked his tongue as he received a less than real answer. Continuing to play with his pet's prostate, he reached between his legs and grabbed a hold of the leaking shaft, and slowly started to stroke it. "You can't cum unless I give you permission." He said, as if it was set in stone. He didn't know, but considering how affected by the hormones his pet was, he thought that he could get away with this. "You need a master to get you off, but you must beg master to fuck your pussy first."

Connor's knees slide inwards slightly, his prostate and cock both being pleasured now, which was an intense feeling. He was quickly distracted by the teen's words, mind starting to churn in thought. Did he really need permission to cum?! It wouldn't be all too surprising considering everything else he was forced to do by commands alone. "Fuck my...pussy?"

Brian let out a small growl, and pulled his fingers from his pet's hole, only to push them back in, a third on with them. "This is your pussy, your cunt." He said as he thrusted the fingers in and out of the stretched hole, making sure to press down on his prostate with a small amount of pressure with each thrust. "When you get fucked, you're being fucked in your boy pussy." He finished, before rubbing his prostate once more in the soft teasing manner. "Beg for me to fuck your cunt."

Connor's whole body jerked, grunting as three fingers were now in his rear, stretching him open even more. He couldn't help but moan now as he was finger fucked, precum constantly dripping from his cock, even starting to feel the start of his orgasm. His mind was practically swimming in arousal now, making what he wanted, but ashamed, to do, easier. "Mmmph...P-Please....Fuck me....Please let me cum." He said between grunts, cheeks reddening a bit in shame.

Brian pressed a small kiss to his pet's ass cheek, before pulling his fingers out of his hole. He also let go of his cock, taking a moment to lick the precum that covered his palm. "Such a good boy." He said as he stood over his pet's ass, stroking himself as he squatted behind him, groping his bubble ass and parting them to show off his pucker. "And good boys get to have master." He pressed his cock head against the hole. "Fuck them in their pussy." He cried out as he slammed himself forwards, driving his whole shaft into his pet's body in one fell thrust.

Connor huffed, the fingers leaving his rear and the hand now off his throbbing, leaking cock. He would've been embarrassed, or at least nervous, but he was too horny to care now. His cock was in command, and it thought of nothing but cumming. Mentally and physically he braced himself when his ass cheeks were parted, the teen's cock head pressing at his lubed and stretched hole. "Guh!" He tensed up and groaned, not expecting to have the whole thing shoved into him at once.

Brian had to take several slow, deep breaths to keep from cumming then and there, his pup's virgin cunt squeezing him like a snake around its meal. He gently patted his sides and hips, gripping the slight love handles he had. "How does it feel, pet? To have your master so deeply inside of you?" He teased him, slowly pulling his shaft out several inches, only to slam them back in, his sack swaying and slapping against Connor’s own.

Connor's rear instinctively tightened on the intruder, only relaxing slightly after a few seconds but quickly tensing up when thrusted into once more. That thrust made his cock jump and leak more precum, due to the cock in his ass pressing against his prostate. "Feels good." He breathed out heavily without thought, close to cumming himself.

Brian said nothing more, only held onto his pets hips as he started pumping into him at a slow, steady pace. He went like this for a good while, keeping his pet on the tip of orgasum, not wanting him to spill yet. His eyes watched the puffy ring stretched around his cock, watching it get tugged with each thrust. Before too long though, he felt his own balls throbbing and swelling, swimming with his seed. With that, he started to thrust faster and harder into his pet, till their skin was meeting with a loud slap, balls slapping into each other as well. "Beg for it." He ordered. "Beg master to let you cum."

Connor's cock kept leaking, a puddle forming beneath him, chest slowly lowering to the floor as the steady fucking continued. He was so close to cumming, even starting to feel it weaken a bit, and he wanted to cum badly. It started to pick up once the teen started to thrust faster and more roughly, his cock bouncing up and down with every thrust. "P-Please let me cum...I need to cum so bad," He admitted.

Brian felt his heart beating hard in his chest, watching his pet lowing his chest to the ground, baring himself to Brian like a true bitch in heat. Without second thought, Brians arms came and pressed on his shoulders, his body leaning over his dog as he continued to fuck him. He held him down like that for as long as he could, instilling that he was the dog's master, before leaning ever closer to him and whispering in his ear. "Cum for me, my puppy."

Connor shuddered slightly when he was pushed down fully warm skin meeting the cool floor. When he was given permission to cum, his focus was on nothing else but his bouncing cock and the cock in his ass, which helped push him over the edge. Thinking and focusing on the long shaft thrusting in and out of his tight hole, constantly rubbing against his prostate, the balls smacking against his own and causing his cock to bounce and spit precum. "Aahn!" He moaned out, his cock letting loose, spurting a rope of seed each time it jumped, shooting three times before the last bit dribbled out.

Brian felt the body under him shuddering with his orgasm, his insides squeezing and milking him for his own cum, which he was happy to give. Still leaning over his pet, he thrusted as hard and fast as he could, making sure to smash his cock against his prostate each time, before he let out a loud cry as he came deep inside his dog's body. His cock throbbed and shot at least five thick ropes of cum into him, a small thrust accompanying each one, before he let his body relax some over his pet.

Connor shuddered when his prostate was smashed into during his orgasm, only making it that much more intense. He groaned as it finally finished, the teen above him apparently having finished as well since the thrusting had stopped, his hole squeezing down tightly on the teen's cock. It took several seconds before he started to relax, hole loosening, heartbeat slowing to normal, lungs heavy to catch his breath.

Brian let out several more loud breaths before slowly sitting up, his body shaking over his pets as he grinned down at him. "You're such a good puppy." He said in a loving tone, his hand petting his dogs back. Even after his hard orgasum, his cock was still rock hard in the pet's body. He gyrated his hips to tease the hound, pressing down on his prostate, while reaching under him to play with his cock. "Get hard for me, my bitch. Master wants to play with you more."

"I'm not… A dog." He huffed, able to think more clearly after cumming. "Ngh!" He gasped and shivered due to the teasing to his post-orgasm sensitive prostate and semi-erect cock. With a groan he raised his chest, back onto all fours. "Cut it out, I just came. There's no way I can go again so soon, and I don't want to anyway. I just want to go home."

Brian kept still over him for a moment, then in a cold voice, spoke to the slave under him, his hand squeezing the cock in a painful manner. "You're a dog, a mutt for me to use." He growled, his other hand rearing back to slap his pets ass hard. "You're mine, you're going to come home with me, like a good mutt, or else I'll have them cut off your cock and balls and put a cunt between your legs instead." He continued to spank his pet and squeeze his cock.

Connor groaned as his cock was painfully squeezed, his whole body tensing up and going still. He couldn't stop himself grunting from each slap to his ass, his rear starting to burn after several slaps. "Ok, ok, please stop!" He said between grunts, "I-I still can't get erect right after cumming." There was no way of knowing if the threats were real or not, though he wouldn't have been too surprised if this strange place could do it.

Brian stopped disciplining his pet, his mind thoughtful. "Alright then pet, you can prepare me till you're hard again." He said with a smile, pulling his cock out of his abused hole with a wet pop. His bottle of lube in hand, he walked around to the front of his pet, dropping the bottle into his hand, and bent over, bearing his pucker to the pup.

Connor let out a low groan as the cock in his rear left him, surprised it was still so erect. The teen had cum, hadn’t he? How was the other still so horny and ready for round two so quickly? "Uuuh..." He looked to the teen's hole, then down at the lube. "Prepare you for what, exactly?" Obviously he was being told to lube up the teenager but....for what purpose? Did the teen really want Connor to fuck him? With all the master and pet talk, this isn't something he would have expected.

Brian looked over his shoulder at his pet, rolling his eyes at his obvious confusion. "I've already tested out your ass and your mouth, I need to know how your cock is." He explained, stepping back so his hole was closer to his pets head. "Now, get to it, or I'll have you prepare me using only your tongue." He warned, even as his cock throbbed at the thought.

"Test out my cock?" He repeated quietly. Why was his mouth, ass, and now cock, being tested? Just personal tests from the teen to see if he wanted Connor as a 'pet'? "Er, okay." He said before opening the lube and putting some onto his right index finger, then slowly inserting it into the teen's ass. Topping wasn't really his thing, or at least he didn't think so. Connor had never done it before, so he couldn't know for sure, but it certainly was odd given the circumstances. Not only because he was basically a slave right now, but because his cock was clearly smaller between the two.

Brian let out a soft sigh as he felt the finger slowly starting to explore his pucker. He was by no means a virgin, and was quite used to being opened up by those looking to try and become 'friends' with him. He didn't care, they were like him, perverted males who had the money and power to do as they wished. "Come on pup, hurry it up back there. This isn't my first time you know." He said in a slightly irritated tone. He pushed his ass back against the finger, making it push past the ring of muscles and into his body slightly.

Connor was a bit surprised when the teen pushed back onto his finger, definitely not acting like it was his first time. How was an 18 year old so experienced with sex? Connor couldn't really come up with a good guess, focusing back on his current task. He moved his finger around in circles inside the teen, spreading the lube around before pulling it out, adding more lube onto his fingers, and then inside his index and middle finger. This wasn't something he was experienced with, but it seemed simple enough

Brian would be patient with his pet. After all, the man was a virgin, and probably had little to no experience in preping someones ass for anal sex. If anything, he was already training the dog to be the best pet he could be for him. "That's right pet, make sure you get plenty of lube in there." He said in an encouraging tone, lightly thrusting into the fingers. "Such a good boy, don't be afraid to use three of your fingers."

"Uh huh." Connor said, watching the teen's hole pushing back and forth onto his fingers. He worked the two fingers in the other's ass a bit more before pulling back and adding a third, making sure to use more lube. The teen's hole was fairly slick now, and his three fingers didn't receive much resistance. Just what had the teen had up his rear..or who?

Brian let out soft pants and moans as he was fingered, his cock hard and throbbing once again, his balls hanging low as he was prepared by his pet. "Stroke yourself, get hard for master." He ordered a bit breathlessly, as he started to rub his own member. He always had a sensitive hole, and a part of him hoped that the pup would learn that when he was angry that he could play with him there to make him feel better.

Connor lowered his free hand to idly stroke his semi-erect shaft, throbbing as it began to grow erect once more after having a small break. He wasn't keen on listening to the teenager, but fucking him would almost be revenge for everything he had to go through so far. Not to mention he didn't have much of a choice. Connor had no idea what could happen if he disobeyed, he would have to follow along for now. So while he stroked himself, he kept moving his fingers in, out, and all around the teen's hole.

Brian finally pulled away from him, dropping down to his hands and knees, his pucker puffy and twitching from the pleasurable stimulation he had just gone through. "Mount me, mutt." He ordered him in a lusty hunger, his cock hard and leaking, his back arched and his hole peeking out from between his bubble cheeks.

Connor's cock throbbed in his hand at the sight of the teen on all fours, physically and verbally asking to get fucked. He lubed up his cock before dropping the bottle aside, moving up and kneeling behind the younger man. His hands went to the teen's hips, cock head lightly pressing at that puffy, needy hole. Deciding to give him a taste of his own medicine, Connor thrust forward, shoving his entire length into that hole. "Mmmph."

Brian could feel and see the anger in the dog, and though he would deal with it later, he didn't care at that moment. Feeling the strong specimens hands on his body, he let out a small moan of pleasure as he felt the pup slam into him, a content sigh leaving him. His pet wasn't the biggest person he had ever taken, but he was a good size. Not waiting at all though, he ground his ass against his groin, feeling their balls rubbing against each other. "Come on, pet. Fuck me like the dog you are."

Connor groaned as the ass pushed back against his, cock throbbing and leaking a bit of precum into that rear. He was staying still, enjoying the feel of his dick in the teen's rear, but grumbled in slight annoyance when he was referred to as a dog once more. So, he started to thrust in and out, hands firmly holding onto those hips and slowly gaining speed as time went on. "I'm not," he huffed. " A dog."

Brian closed his eyes and let out happy, pleasure filled pants, rocking his body in time with his pets thrusting. Their bodies pet with loud slaps, their balls smacking once more, only this time his cock was the one leaking onto the ground, the one with his ass stuffed. "Yet your fucking me as if Im a bitch in heat." He teased, clenching his ass around his pet's member. "Come on, mount me, pup. Claim me like the dog you are!"

"So, you're saying that you're a bitch then, a dog?" He said before grunting in pleasure, the ass tightening down on his cock. "Mount?" Connor huffed, "I'm already fucking you. What are you talking about?" He asked, his hips thrusting back and forth faster now, leaking copious amounts of precum into the teen as if he wasn't lubed enough already.

Brian rolled his eyes, even in the grips of fucking, his pet was fighting this. Fine then, if he wasn't going to play nicely, Brian would take his pleasure for himself. With startling strength, he pushed himself back hard with his arms, throwing him and his pet back, making the dog fall on his back. Brian managed to keep the cock in him, with him now sitting on his pet's lap. He rested his hands on the ground, and started slamming himself down onto the cock, working to get all the pleasure he could.

"Grk!" Connor grunted, falling backwards and groaning when he founded himself flat on his back. The teen was somehow still on his cock and didn't miss a beat, riding his dick before he could even figure out what had happened or what was going on. "Erg...What the hell?" He groaned, sitting up slightly and watching that ass bouncing up and down on his cock.

Brian looked over his shoulder at the confused male, and with only a slight pause, he spun his body around, on the shaft, hands resting on his pets strong pecs, his hips grinding down. "You continue to fight me, even as you feel nothing but pleasure from what we do." He said, rocking his hips, his cock leaking precum onto the dog's stomach. "I already know this is what you want, to be forced to submit, to be owned." He continued, leaning closer to him. "Why do you fight it?"

Connor moaned lowly when the teen spun around on his shaft, the sensation odd, but nice. "You don't know me," he started. "Why do you assume I want to be owned?" He questioned, starting to lightly thrust upwards, already feeling his orgasm starting to well up in his balls. "Mmmph, right now I just want you to be quiet so I can enjoy this."

Brian gave what could have been a playful pout, had his nails not slightly dug into his pet's chest. "Connor, spelled with an ‘O’." He said softly, continuing to thrust down on the cock. "20 years of age, a virgin till this day despite being popular on several of your college sports teams." He said as if reading from a script, his eyes never leaving the man. "Last night, you masturbated to furry gay porn, involving 2 wolves, one brown, and one gray and white."

"Ow, stop that!" He said, using his hands to pry the other male's hands off his chest. Connor wasn't surprised to have his name recited back to him, his wallet and clothing were stolen from him, but everything else was stuff they shouldn't have known. "Wh-what....H-how can you know any of that?" He had never told anyone that he looked at furry porn, visiting a few sites that had thousands of comics and drawings of the creatures. "Are you all stalkers or something?"

Brian had easily moved his hands out of his pets, leaning down as he cupped the man's face, their noses inches apart. "I told you, any male brought here is researched and then erased. I might not know everything about you, but I know all that I need to at this point." He said softly, never stopping in his riding. "Your a deprived pervert, into BDSM, bestiality, latex." he listed off. "But one of the most consistent things was that you love the idea of being forced into doing all those things."

Connor gave the teen a worried look when their faces were so close, the new bit of information was definitely unsettling, despite the fact that this cock remained rock hard. "Research and..erased?!" He shifted, getting more uncomfortable. "That's just some porn I look at, it doesn't mean I want to do it in real life." He reasoned, "What does any of that matter anyways with this fucked up place? You're taking people and selling them like they're slaves!"

Brian rolled his eyes and sat up. "You know, this WAS supposed to be fun and easy." He said, stopping in his thrusting. His cock looked about half hard, and by his annoyed look it wasn't because he had cum. "If you're not going to concentrate on pleasing your master, then we can just skip all of this and send you into the changing room." He said as he rubbed his eyes, contemplating on whether it was worth the current effort to try and cum still, or if he should just send his pup to be 'cured' of his current form.

"Maybe fun for you." Connor grumbled, glancing down at the puddle of pre that had formed on his stomach. "The changing room?" He asked, the subject coming up once more. He still had no idea what it was, and now was the best time as any to figure it out. "What is the changing room? You mentioned it before but didn't say." He had some ideas of what it could be, but knowing this place, the small amount that he did, it couldn't have been a good thing.