By Justin I

FINAL CHAPTER

The drive home was enlightening but not surprising. The doctor’s office was an hour away from home, so the drive gave Fred time to think. The results of this year’s physical was already known to Fred but he was reassured when the tests came back negative for any sign of illness. Over the past six months Fred had been losing weight, each day getting leaner and leaner. Still retaining some muscle but now was much lighter than his previous runner athlete state. In no manner was he a twig with no muscle, just reduced to a fraction of his previous size.

On the other hand, Sam seemed to only have grown in size, compressions stretched to their limits and needing to purchase a new suit for the fundraising event last month.

The fundraising event was a unique, new, and throughout the evening a very sexual experience. During the event, Sam was seen as the alpha male. No one at this party would have known of any sexual history and without denial didn’t realize Sam was Fred’s guest and not his date. Before the clarifications, Sam was assumed to be the money maker, the leader, and he flirted with everyone in some capacity. He was a head-turning masterpiece of beauty, many hands groped in too friendly of ways. Fred decided after the fourth person that he no longer would interfere and simply accepted this, leaving him in the submissive position. He never fought this feeling.

In the month since, Fred’s mindset without fully accepting shifted into a state of servitude and platform to only elevate Sam.

For a while now, Fred had suspected that Sam was taking Fred’s missing portions of food. Never in indulgence but to fuel his workouts and increase his muscles. Nothing that Fred found problematic. While driving home Fred considered everything, his position and the feelings he experienced being the follower and shadow to Sam’s beauty and bright appearance. After all, Sam was not only a Greek god but also a Greek philosopher required to maintain an education for conversation and for serving around the property.

Fred pulled into the driveway, clicking the remote to open the garage. He got out and walked inside. Through the large window leading to the backyard he witnessed a missing artifact. Sam supposedly cleaning the pool at this time was not to be found, in fact he wasn’t anywhere around the house.

F: Sam? Boy are you here?

An unnecessary question as the app on Fred’s phone with the chip in Sam’s head indicated that he was home. Fred walked around the front yard, house, backyard and backyard gym and no site of Sam. Finally accepting only one place left, Fred descended the stair leading to the dungeon.

F: Sam?

Fred walked with a more hesitant step. Making his way down. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Fred saw that Sam was in front of the computer that was kept downstairs. Sitting with no shirt, his enormous back comparable to a Dorito chip, supersized, facing toward him with the outline of Sam’s strong shoulders and head of wavy blond hair.

S: The chip? The one you said couldn’t be installed due to the risks? It was already installed, wasn’t it?

Fred was speechless. Sam was never supposed to know, and erasing his memory was too damaging the previous times that he had run the memory wipe program.

F: Yes

Sam is sitting completely still, clearly watching a video on the computer screen.

S: It’s been inside of me from the beginning? You have been inside me all this time?

Fred ignoring the obvious sexual joke.

F: Yes

Sam taking in a great inhale only enlarged his outline. Slowly turning.

S: So, everything I have done over the years, has been because you ordered me to?

F: Not everything. Over the years you –

Fred was cut off. All the time that Sam was learning, he had become just as intelligent or more so than Fred. Containing a data chip that held every memory including science, math, reasoning, and most important taking extraordinary paths to conclusions.

S: Yes, I agreed to everything. Your chip is impressive, has lasted this long and would have continued for years. Persuading me but never forcing me. Fred, you are a genius.

Fred was now the confused one. Using the past tense verbiage that the chip had malfunctioned, stopped or even broken. Fred started running through scenarios of the possible consequences. His worry must have shown on his face.

S: No, no. The chip is fine, unharmed and functionally at optimal levels. I should say congratulations, you made something so complex that has lasted this long and will continue for years, even decades.

F: Thank you.

Spoken very coldly. This was a new territory, Fred knew not of the upcoming steps. Filled with anxiety and fear he began to lift his hands, in the sort of way you would before snapping your fingers. But – he didn’t. Instead he was interrupted by a slight chuckle from Sam.

S: Ah yes! One of your safeguards, the snapping of your fingers. That was a method of control used on me, very handy and could be applied in situations you were gagged. Except of course our first session of play, for which I was in charge.

Fred, still in shock from this entire encounter, simply stood there with no words. Thinking how Sam would know about anything he was saying. Sam, sick of sitting, stood for himself. At this time he was a beast. Towering over Fred in height but also having 60 pounds over Fred easy. All muscle with shoulders broad, his pecs standing at attention, flowing down his abs chiseled and in no way only revealed by being skinny. Wearing a pair of five-inch shorts also accentuated his enormous legs, muscles rippling down his body and to his well-defined, athletic calves. Feet exposed as Fred enjoyed.

Now standing only feet from Fred, Sam blocked all light from the computer. Only leaving the outline of a colossal jock, now entering arms reach. Arms that each were the same diameter as Fred’s head.

F: What are you doing? What are you going to do?

Fred in a panic began snapping his fingers, and Sam shut down at this action and stood at attention, or so Fred thought. Almost immediately, Sam leaned his back up and again chuckled with a more sinister tone.

S: I should thank you. You have made me perfect in every way, mind and body. I thought we could have begun our new relationship on a good note, I know you want things to change. Just in the off chance you did not I removed all control you had over me. I bet you are regretting all that time you had me master computers? Right?

F: Yes.

S: Yes, what?

Fred was now dry in the mouth, dry in the eyes now blinking rapidly and dilated. His shorts, loose for comfort on the long drive, began to shift. Fred’s cock was beginning to grow and get hard with this interaction.

S: It’s ok. There will be an adjustment period, but just as I did, so you will learn as well. So again I will ask, “Yes, What?”

Sam was now standing directly in front of Fred. Only inches apart, Sam reached up and placed his hand on Fred’s shoulder, squeezing slightly with weight but no pain.

F: Yes, Sir.

S: See, that wasn’t so hard.

Sam moved his hand from Fred’s shoulder to the back of his head. Giving Fred a few friendly slaps to the cheek with his other hand.

S: Don’t worry. Everything is going to be better now. Everything is going to be perfect. Let’s step over here.

Fred was turned around and led over to the jail cell, made for a grown man to lay down. Then without warning Sam began to undress Fred. Gripping the bottom of Fred’s shirt and lifting upwards, it was chilly in the basement but Fred enjoyed the touch of Sam’s warm hands. Then Fred coming close, bare back to bare chest reached around to the front and untied the drawstring of the shorts. Once loose, his shorts were pulled down and off, having his bare feet lifted up and out. Fred was now standing, a thin lean version of himself compared to a year ago, in his boxer briefs, black with electric yellow stitching.

S: This feels good, doesn’t it, Fred? You know what’s coming, do you not?

Fred was a bit breathless at this moment. He was standing in his underwear, which was nothing new, but the lack of control was the territory of unknown destinations.

F: No, Sam, I don’t.

S: Shhhh.

Sam turned Fred around at this time, and he placed both hands on Fred’s head. Looking him directly in the eyes, just standing there for a moment with nothing but the sound of their breathing. Two men, one beast, one boyish figure, standing in almost no clothing just staring and making eye contact.

S: When we are down in our basement, my dungeon, I am your Sir. I am your Master.

Fred was now at full mast, there was no hiding it. He was breathing heavier and with the most desire to touch his own cock and blow his built-up load. For now, he was turned on beyond belief and played out the scenario. Only focusing on Sam’s gorgeous eyes and the warmth of his strong hands.

F: Yes, Sir.

Sam then wrapped his arms around Fred, giving him a tight hug and allowing their bodies to become one. Fred was hesitant to the intimacy of this encounter, but Sam using one hand forced Fred’s head to lean on and push all his weight onto Sam. There was no clock, but this moment felt like forever. Fred was beyond filled with emotions. For years assuming the character that maintained control, controlling other men, controlling Sam. No more.

Finally, after a good amount of time, Sam removed his arms and placed both his hands on Fred’s biceps, arms that easily fit within his grasp. Fred was scared, and excited. No matter what Sam chose to do, there was no way to deny any of it. The chip no longer functioned. Sam could easily overpower Fred in any struggle, grapple, or battle of strength.

S: This is the life you have always wanted. I know because for months now your programming and your controls had been slipping. You allowed my mind to be free. Reading through the program, it could have functioned on auto for years, but you purposely allowed this moment to come. Are you ready?

This was all true. Fred was wanting more. He wanted something to change, before the fundraiser he assumed it was a true friend. Fred felt that Sam was only around and serving because of the chip, no fun when never challenged, therefore allowing for the restrictions to be lifted.

F: Yes, Sir, but I am terrified.

S: Do not be afraid. Everything will be as you want. What you want is for me to be happy, so you will obey and be happy? Let’s begin.

Sam leads Fred into the jail cell and over to the wall. A recent installation yet to be tested was a collar on a chain. This locking collar would allow for the chain to be pulled manually, of course with safeties in place, to the shower portion of the cell to be out of the way and to clean the prisoner.

Sam then reached forward grasping the all-metal collar, handing the ring over to Fred, Fred looked for a moment at the chain and collar in his hands. Then after a moment’s hesitation, Fred reached up using both hands and latched the collar in place. It was solid metal, Fred shivered at first touch because it was cold. Then producing a lock unfamiliar to Fred, Sam locked the collar onto Fred. Even if the cell door was left open, the chain’s maximum length was just outside of the cell, which was too far to reach anything else in the dungeon.

S: Welcome to your new home. This is where you will stay. I will bring you your food, of course your portions are much smaller than my own. Water from the sink or shower. You can reach the bed. And what else am I forgetting? Ah yes!

Sam then reached down and ripped Fred’s underwear from his body, there was struggle, but the fabric was no match for Sam’s strong hands ripping them in two. Now naked, standing in a cell that chilled with every touch of the bare metal. Fred watched as Sam walked out of the cell and out of reach.

F: Sam.

Fred began to speak but was still at a loss for words. What do you even say at this moment? Everything in Fred’s world was changing in his head. In the beginning Fred was in complete control and had safeguards when control was given. Now he was standing with nothing, not even the clothes on his back. He was imprisoned in a cell, by a chain that would constantly weigh him down to a certain degree. The lock was not the usual coded kind, but the durable, thick and heavy variety that required a key.

S: No more words for today. Pup. Time for bed, and you’ve got some playtime to be had. After tonight I will be locking your cock up indefinitely, until or on rare occasions I feel it has earned the right to freedom. It may only be 10 am, but goodnight.

With that final word Fred was left alone, Sam was gone upstairs. A million thoughts were going through his head, but first, Fred lay on the bed and began stroking his cock. It was not long until he was shooting his first load of the night. It was blissful, and then Fred lay in bed. Staring at the ceiling and occasionally glancing toward the camera in the cell, he thought about everything.

According to Sam, Fred had learned that he would never again leave this cell. Of course this couldn’t be true, Fred would need to work. Sam also said that Fred’s cock would be locked up, and only unlocked for special events and when earned, chastity? Sam hated touching another man’s junk, plus he must be joking. Thoughts similar to these continued to run through Fred’s head, until lack of stimulation knocked Fred into a nap. A nap longer than intended, without any clock Fred had mistakenly been worrying and masturbating for five hours, finally nodding off around eight, sleeping restlessly, that is until a midnight visit.

Sunrise 6:00 am the next day when Sam arose for his morning cardio of running or swimming.

After several hours, Fred was awakened in the most abrupt and troublesome method. Fred jumped at a start by running out of breath, the chain and collar around his neck were being pulled into the wall. Choking on the tension, Fred continued to gasp and claw at the collar, which felt different from last night. He continued the hopeless struggle until his back met with the back of the jail cell. It was freezing. Looking around, he saw Sam standing by the lever for the chain, dressed in blue short running shorts, calf-length white socks and black sneakers. Above his shirtless glistening torso, a pair of sunglasses and a white running hat with navy blue stitching.

S: Morning puppy! I gave you until after my morning push-ups, pull ups, crunches and even my morning run. I am quite generous, am I not? Plus I knew you needed the rest, you kept whining and shaking, so around one or two in the morning I gave you a shot of tranquilizer and dressed your new toys.

Fred, groggy and shaken up, only blurted out his now trained coin of phrase.

F: Yes, Sir.

S: That’s better. With time will come perfection and will seem like second nature.

Fred shaking off the morning blues looked around and everything was the same. Except he was correct in his earlier assessment, the collar around his neck was no longer solid metal but solid metal with padding on the inside. In addition, to his horror, he reached down and looked to see a cock cage locked in place with another lock that couldn’t be picked or unlocked without the correct key.

S: I see you have noticed your new toys, I was on the receiving end of that collar a few times and knew how much it chaffed and rubbed, so I spent your money to get the expensive long-term collar. Waterproof, which, actually, you’re a bit filthy and sweaty from a night of masturbating.

Sam stepped into the cell and grabbed the hose from the wall. He pointed the nozzle, now affixed with the car cleaning soap dispenser, aimed in Fred’s direction.

S: Pretty genius I think, no need to give you soap, I’ll just turn on the soap feature like I am washing the cars and soapy water will come out, when it’s time to rinse I just turn the dial for water alone. Now this is going to be chilly, I read in a study that cold water exposure increases testosterone.

Fred was wide eyed now. He had taken cold showers in the past because of the “benefits” and hated those showers, almost always cranking the lever to the hottest setting.

S: Don’t forget to breathe, it will help.

With that Sam turned the hose on and began blasting Fred with what felt like freezing cold water. Never adjusting to the temperature, every wave of the water was like bathing in the Antarctic. Fred began quietly, but soon after shreeked from the bone chilling aquatic assault. After what felt like eternity, the water was turned off.

S: Here you go, little guy.

Sam loosened the chain slightly and tossed Fred the softest towel of his life, thick and plush. A towel he was unfamiliar with. In fact, Fred realized there was a lot purchased that he was unfamiliar with owning.

F: Where did you get this towel, and the collar? I’ve never seen these before now.

S: I can see your confusion so let me update you on the goings-on of the upstairs world. You may sit, boy.

Fred picking up on “boy,” “pup,” “little guy” — there was a weird theme that he hadn’t solved yet.

S: As you have noticed I have gone on a bit of a shopping spree.

F: But how? You don’t have any money! All your money is in my accounts.

S: Actually, those accounts are mine, boy. You know your friend Mer who works at the bank, that Dom friend of yours who visited often who really likes sucking nipples? Well, I convinced him to use his bank access to put all your money in my name, in exchange I would share you with him every once in a while. As well, let him massage my chest and suck my nipples once a month. He’s really good, so I have no problem with his part or my “sacrifice.”

Sam held up his fingers in sarcastic gestures at the words he spoke.

S: So, with my new money I went on a shopping spree, bought myself some nice things, even a new car. I also talked to that sub you have played with for years, P, the one you electro stimulated his nuts last time he was here, you basically fried them, remember?

Fred did remember. In confession he was over eager and too turned on to recognize his limits and forced P to orgasm by electrocuting his balls and cock.

F: I went too far that time I’ll admit, I apologized several times after and gave him the session free of charge. What does that have to do with buying a new car? You wouldn’t need a favor to buy a car.

S: Very astute. Nothing like that, he actually did me a favor by forging the papers to make the cars be in my name, I sold your car and my old one. You would like the new one if you ever saw it, it’s beautiful and way out of my price range, but worth it. Real manly and will cause heads to turn when I’m driving around town.

Fred was now getting angry. It was one thing for this all to be a game, but this was getting serious.

F: You didn’t. You are messing with me, about everything, it’s still my money and my car is still upstairs in the garage next to yours. You can stop now, let me out.

Sam gave him the most pitiful look, the kind you would give to your dog when they did something embarrassing and wanted to brush it away.

S: Oh, Freddy, this isn’t a game. This is your life now, and everything I have said is true, I’ll show you.

Sam then pulled out the biggest brand-new cellphone. This year’s model with all the toys and gadgets.

F: Where did you get that phone?

S: I told you, I went on a pretty expensive shopping spree yesterday. I had to dip into your savings, but not much, not too much.

Sam then swiped and tapped and held his finger over the scanner and swiped some more until turning his phone around. On the screen appeared Fred’s banking number, but the name above it was Sam’s.

F: What? How did you do? You can’t do that!

Sam standing back and leaning against the bars, still out of reach from Fred on his leash. Sam laughed, not the quiet or tender chuckle but the full throaty and deep in your belly kind of laugh. With the sound of a lock clicking, Sam turned the phone off and tucked the device into his pocket.

S: These guys were happy to help me. Everything so far has been real, everything that was once yours is mine now. You want it this way, your cock told me last night and you didn’t fight getting into the cage at all. Not in the slightest was any resistance to the collar. Do you agree?

Fred was now standing and pacing within the limited range of his chain’s reach. He was huffing and puffing, forgetting he was naked, just pacing. Finally, turning toward Sam, he lifted his chest in the way alpha dogs might in a fight.

F: Whatever, the money will last as long as it will, but you don’t make enough money for the house, the cars, I mean car, pool, fees, I mean you’ve only got so long until you need me. I have to work.

Sam was staring at Fred intently and just silently allowed Fred to rant. Finally after Fred had run out of air, he watched as Fred collapsed to his knees.

S: You would be correct, but you haven’t even gotten to the best part.

Fred, almost at the brink of tears of frustration, looked up.

F: What? What else can there be? You’ve basically ruined my life, ruined my credit for sure and all for my new happy life?

Sam without a word left upstairs and was gone for several minutes. Fred sat there, no other choice, only focusing on his situations. With the sound of the upstairs door closing, Sam’s steps coming down the stairs echoed and from around the corner, the muscular hunk had returned with a shopping bag, one with the outline of a dog on the outside.

S: Well, here comes the best part and our new roles. See, I would need you to work. However, with the chip inside of my head I have been able to learn almost everything I need to know about your job, enough at least to give a passable performance until I master your skills. I sent your boss an email yesterday with a good reason for needing to go full time work from home, and he approved.

Fred chuckled.

F: That’s hilarious, you are going to do my job. As well, that guy hates giving full-time remote work to employees. What excuse did you give him to get that approved and so quickly?

S: I got a new puppy. The guy is a sucker for animals, so he approved right away.

F: You got a dog? I haven’t heard any barking or running around upstairs.

Sam smiled and reached into the bag. From inside he pulled out a full latex suit, the kind that zips and buckles your sub’s arms and knees bent, forcing them to walk on their knees. The bag also contained a dog bone gag, a sexual dog head piece, and an anal plug that resembled a dog’s tail on the outside when inserted.

S: YOU are my new puppy, what do you think, boy? After you go to the bathroom, we’ll give this a go?

Fred was once again in shock. Just 24 hours before he was the boss and getting ready for his doctor’s appointment. After eating the breakfast Sam had prepared for him. Dressing in the clothes that Sam helped dress him in, and giving his boy Sam a couple strokes of his cock for good luck.

F: I am your new puppy?

Obviously spoken in a question, but Sam was too excited.

S: You get it! See I am not interested in playing with other men, I just like getting stroked and sucked off by lesser men, so I figured the next best thing was man’s best friend and that’s a dog. You will be my dog. Your new name will be Cuckold.

Reaching into the bag once more and for the final time, Sam pulled out a name plate magnet. With the words. “Cuckold. Property of Sam.” Reaching over, he stuck the magnet onto the bars of the cell forever out of reach of Fred.

S: I see no reason this dungeon should go to waste, so I am going to rent out the dungeon to Doms, subs, couples, throuples, parties and full orgies. They will make the most and the best of the dungeon and all of its toys, while I get a part of the profits, action, and of course some of the best orgasms. Plus with these high-definition cameras, I’ll upload the approved sessions to our sex site. Even more money, money to spend on my puppy.

F: You wouldn’t do any of that, I think I am done playing. Let me out.

Fred stood, but with hesitation, most of him hated this new situation while part of him was turned on. Now standing, Fred bent over in discomfort as his hardening dick was met with the end of a cage.

S: Ah ha. You do like this setup. Alright, I’m going to have breakfast, you have until then to go to the bathroom and drink some water. A big meal for dinner but no food until then.

Sam went upstairs and was chipper, happier than ever. Fred was now sitting on the bed, trying to think of anything that would make his cock soft again. However, trying not to think about something, often leads to thinking of that very thing, and again it was a battle between cock and cage. After a while of this struggle, Fred was able to get soft, he used the bathroom and drank some water now waiting for his master.

A while later the sound of Sam returning played in Fred’s ears.

S: Let’s get you fitted and see if I need any resizing. Get dressed and accept your new life.

To Fred’s surprise, he didn’t fight back. Once again there was no resistance, not even in the slightest. First he gripped and felt the suit’s material. It smelled and felt new. It took some maneuvering and a great amount of lube to slip into the suit. He was a skinny guy now, but friction is friction, Fred struggled for a while and finally was in puppy form.

S: Kneel, boy!

Fred obeyed. Now fitted, Sam stepped forward, pulled the chain down and buckled the legs and arms together, forcing Fred into a dog walking position.

S: You’re looking good already. Let’s get this gag and head piece in place.

Fred felt Sam position his body between Sam’s powerful legs, squeezing to keep Fred in place. Out of a new position and uniform, Fred began to move about. Sam then reached over to the collar and pulled upwards, choking Fred and causing him to make a choking throaty growl.

F: Bad pup, this will just be another moment and you’ll be all set.

Fred was now fitted with the headpiece, he was able to see out, but now had a black ring around his vision.

S: How is that?

F: It’s –

As Fred was responding, Sam forced the dog bone gag into Fred’s, now Cuckold’s, mouth. Now with the full assembly, Sam checked all over and checked again. Finally satisfied, Sam sat down on the bed, tapping on his knee the way an owner would call their dog, Fred acknowledged with not much choice put his head on Sam’s knee.

S: That’s a good boy. I think you are going to like it here, Cuckold. The previous owner was a bit of a control freak.

Sam laughed at his own joke. All Cuckold could do was moan a bit and drool on the floor.

S: Oh dear, that bone of yours is producing a lot of drool, here.

Sam stood up and removed his shoes, socks, shorts and underwear. Using his sweat filled underwear, he wiped away the drool from Cuckold’s muzzle. The scent was divine and heavenly to Fred/Cuckold. With an obvious sign of delight and his eyes closing in satisfaction, Sam noticed.

S: Oh, boy, you really like that., Well, from now on I’ll leave my sweaty clothes in your doggy area for you to smell, play with and enjoy. Just no biting or putting holes in them, ok boy?

Cuckold looked at him and only had his big eyes to show for his agreement.

S: Good! It’s hard to know whether you are having a good time, with no tail, so let’s fix that and then I’ll get to work at my new job.

Sam walked over to the table for more lube, applying a generous amount to the anal plug, Sam unzipped the rear end of the dog suit and plunged the tail inside Fred. There was some struggle, but after several attempts, the plug was accepted.

S: Fits like a glove. Alright boy, got to go but I’ll come down whenever I get the chance. Later this week with some more training, and that humbler in the corner, I’ll let you upstairs.

*Ding dong*

The sound of the doorbell chimed upstairs. Someone was here! Fred started to moan and was tempted to call out for help. Two things held Fred back, the fact the dungeon was soundproof even if he wasn’t gagged, and in addition he wanted this to happen. Fred wanted to be Cuckold.

S: Our first guest is here. You remember Fatty? That guy from the gym who’s absolutely shredded? You’ve played with him a few times, but I sensed he always had eyes for me. In the locker room I couldn’t help but observe a bulge underneath his towel, even bigger when freshly changing. He is going to love this setup.

With that, Sam went upstairs for a while. There was no sound. Fred doggy standing in his cell, simply stood in silence, drooling and waiting. Finally chatter emerged from the upstairs, meaning the basement door was open and multiple sets of feet were on their way.

S: I want to show you something special before we have our fun.

Fatty: Oh yeah? I was surprised when you called me last night, I thought Fred was the only man who arranged meetings and play. What have you got going on down here.

S: Ha ha, no man, down here, just my new pet.

Around the corner, Sam was standing with a towel around his waist, for answering the door. With Fatty standing beside him. Two goliaths, but Sam was the larger of the two. Fatty was a few inches shorter, shredded. His hair buzzed, almost military and pitch black. No facial hair on his angular jaw, sharp, and flowing down he was wearing a stringer top. Little to no reason, nothing was covered, every ripple and vein of his muscles were showing and it was beautiful. Sam may have had a bulky lean buff body, but Fatty was muscular still.

Fatty: New pet? What pet do you keep in the dunge –

Fatty was in shock. Stopped mid-sentence. He was wide-eyed and turned on. Fred was always in charge, but seeing him in such a service position and in shiny new rubber was like a dream.

Fatty: Is that Fred?

Fatty stepped forward, into the cell, and began stroking Cuckold’s head. Then, reaching under, he started rubbing, pinching and playing with Cuckold’s nips.

S: No, no, Fred had to go away, this is my new pup, Cuckold. He’s in training, but he loves getting his nipples and balls played with, just look at his tail wagging.

Together they looked, and indeed the tail was wagging, but how could it not? Being made of springy rubber, it would bounce at the slightest movement. Fred tried holding still but his nipples were starting to hurt, and Fatty was pinching harder and harder. Then he was distracted, Fred’s cock began to grow and with the cage that area started to hurt. Visibly in discomfort, trying to thrust or shift to shake part of the pain.

Fatty: Oh yeah, his tail is loving it, but his poor cock. He’s all locked up, is that for breeding purposes?

The two unrestrained men chuckled.

S: Yeah, can’t have him breeding or trying to hump anything I don’t approve of humping.

Fred, still doggy standing, felt Fatty’s hand shift to his balls. Tender being forced away from Fred’s body, once again he wiggled and wagged from the sensation.

Fatty: Balls feel good but not very full, when was the last time Fred, I mean Cuckold, was allowed to cum?

S: Last night, but don’t worry. He’s a little guy but he’s full of cum. Give it a week and he’ll be full to the brim, but I don’t think I’ll consider letting him cum for a month at least.

Fatty: That’s cruel! Look at him and his wide eyes.

True Fred’s eyes, with the rubber shined from the light of the ceiling.

S: Cruel but necessary. He needs the proper motivation to obey. He’s not a pain pig or a cum cow. He’s my dog.

Sam then threw the towel to the ground just outside of the cell.

S: Speaking of cum, you’re here for a reason and I’ve got work to do. Go upstairs to the living room and wait on your knees for me. I want you naked.

Fatty: Ok, ok, all business when I come in the morning, it’s always a rush, but look at your colossal cock. You’re probably ready to cum after a few strokes.

S: No stroking today, all sucking and I’ve seen your mouth in action. So let’s go, I’ve got a new life and job to celebrate.

Fatty: Oh well. See you later, pup.

With that Fatty reached one last time underneath, giving Fred’s balls one last squeeze. Then a good slap or two on the ass. Fatty then got up and as he started up the stairs Fred witnessed Fatty take off his shirt.

S: Alright, boy, if you’re good then that will be you someday. Not as big, but a mouth that will work just as hard.

With a pat and scratch from Sam, the nude God of giant proportions, in the prime of his life, was gone upstairs. Fred took the time, the only thing he really could do was lay down and smell his owner’s generous gift of sweaty clothing. Getting familiar with his owner’s scent, taking in every whiff, Fred could feel the tail wagging behind him even if he couldn’t see.

Finally, Fred lay on his side, considered his new position and was satisfied, soon to be grateful for his new life. His reincarnation as Sam’s dog. Cuckold knew that Sam would miss Fred, but Sam now had a new best friend, a genuine best friend. With those thoughts, a smile underneath his drool-soaked gag, Cuckold collapsed into his morning nap. Blissfully accepting his new life.

Subject turned subject, turned owner of a new puppy.

The end

Metal would like to thank Justin I for this story! If you enjoyed, be sure to leave a comment!