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Rex didn't even whimper as his mouth filled with the taste of his own seed, having long lost the strength to muster a sound. He didn't fight it, trying to down his load like he had several times before it, having lost count after twelve. The salty liquid sat on his tongue, joining the results of his last few milkings, each one now sputtering out off his sore shaft. His balls ached, throbbing from overuse alongside the shocks and tugging that he had felt for at least hours. How long had it been? Unable to see or hear, he had no concept of time, and after passing out a few times for seconds or minutes, the pitbull wasn't even sure it was the same day he was captured. Exhaustion crept into every corner of his body, and even in the darkness, he could feel himself slipping away into the unconscious void for some much needed rest.
*THWAP*
Red hot pain streaked across his abs, sending a jolt through his system as he was ripped back to his senses. He inhaled sharply from the sudden pain, pushing the cum back into his throat. Immediately, he coughed and choked, whipping his head down as his chest convulsed. As much as he wanted to swallow, his panicking body refused to comply with his racing mind. Fists clenched and pulled on the bar overhead, feet seeking balance on wobbling knees. Arching his back, he felt the warm fluid drip drop his chest, but it wasn't enough to save him. Dying from his own cum. What an embarrassing way to go?
*WHAP*
Something hard slamming into the canine's stomach, forcing his chin to his chest as he fell slack in his binds, the cord around his balls threatening to tear them off as it tightened. With the remaining air forced from his lungs, he finally hacked up the glob of seed in his throat, filling his mouth and leaking slightly from the zipper of his hood. Nostrils flared as he sucked in precious oxygen, regaining enough strength and composure to lift his head and swallow his latest load.
To his relief and worry, his right ear was filled with the scratching noise from earlier as Onca opened the mask enough for him to hear, though his voice was muffled as he growled at his pup.
"Stupid mutt. No dying. Not when we've already just begun."
A sharp tug on his nipples and septum drew a whimper from the beaten pitbull, the cord connecting them threatening to rip the new, unwanted piercings from him. He could smell blood as the unhealed wounds were disturbed. As much as he wanted to beg, to plead the jaguar to stop, his moth was still sealed, leaving him with only vain hope that the feline would show some amount of mercy.
"MMMPF mmf..."
*CLIP*
Rex's head was thrown to the left as the zipper was harshly opened, a firm hand gripping his jaw tight.
"What did you say to me, mutt?"
"Sorry, sir. I-I said I'm sorry, sir. I'll try harder."
The pitiful canine felt the hand release him before something grabbed at the back of his head. Expecting to get pulled back, he was surprised as light flooded his vision. Blinking it away, he found himself staring into the eyes of a snarling Onca. As much as he knew that he was challenging his captor by not looking away, he was entranced. Even so, his eyes dropped lower, taking in the sight of his muscled torso. He hadn't seen him since their confrontation, but with his shirt removed, it was clear how he defeated him. Despite everything he had done to him, why did he find him so attractive?
He surveyed the room him was in, filled with various sex toys, gear, and restraints, a fully stocked dungeon for him and him alone. Was he planning this? If so, he was certainly not leaving soon, and in the back of his mind, a thought itched. It was small at first but the more he focused, the stronger it got. The first few rounds were pure torture, that was for sure, but thinking on it now... he liked it. As painful as this could be, the scars on his body reminded him that his bosses were much worse. The red marks crossing his body at least could heal. Even if he had no freedom, he wasn't tricking himself into believing he had any to begin with.
He didn't want to leave.
Returning to Onca's steely gaze, he inhaled slowly.
"I want to be your pup, sir... master."
The jaguar cocked his head, the slightest hint of a smile cracking his hard exterior as he scoffed. "You think that will make me go easy on you, mutt?"
"No. I hope not. I want to be your pup, master. Train me, use me. Just know, I will fight."
Onca chuckled it himself as he looped the cord around his finger, grinning as he moved his face inches from Rex. "Good. I wouldn't want it any other way, mutt."
And he tugged.
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