The following is a work of fiction that includes bondage, humiliation, domination, diapers, butt plugs, and chastity. Unless that lists sounds appealing to you, I suggest you stop reading now. Continue at your own risk.

Chapter 2

They got home just in time for dinner. Butch got busy bringing in the luggage, while mom herded Marcus into the kitchen. Though, the pup had something else on his mind besides food.

Unable to speak with his leather muzzle locked over his mouth, he wiggled his little fanny at his mother and let out the faintest whines, trying to remind her of the soother that was still lodged up his butt. The uncomfortably large butt plug had motivated him to stay quiet the whole rest of the drive home, so he was hoping it might come out before dinner.

"Silly puppy, I didn't forget," said mom as she watched her pup do his desperate little booty dance. He was so cute in his poofy diaper and his tight pink t-shirt that she could hardly stand to be so strict with him. However, she knew it had to be done to keep him from reverting back to his old naughty self. In a calm, but stern tone, she told him how it was going to be. "I know you want the soother out, but you'll just have to be good a little longer. I want our first dinner as a family to be a pleasant one. If you can do that for me, then I'll take it out, okay?"

Marcus sighed, nodding submissively before taking his seat at the table. He wasn't enthusiastic with the answer she'd given him, but he wasn't going to risk another punishment, or worse, getting sent to bed without dinner. It was the first time in a long while that he wasn't going to get oatmeal for dinner and he didn't want to lose that opportunity.

After his public spanking earlier, the pup had become much more docile. He didn't make a peep the whole rest of the ride home, and as a reward, his mother stopped to get some fast food a few miles from the house. Of course, everyone got their pick of the menu, but Marcus just got a kid's meal. He didn't complain though. As long as it wasn't Fifi's special oatmeal, he was happy.

Marcus watched anxiously as his mother divided up the food. She sat his adorable little kid's meal in front of him, but told him to wait for Butch. Not that it mattered; he couldn't eat anything while he was wearing his muzzle and tight little hand mitts. Still, the smell drove him crazy as they sat and waited. He was getting so hungry that he was actually glad to hear the big Rottweiler's heavy footsteps coming down the hall.

"Alright, what's everyone waiting for?" asked Butch, strutting into the kitchen like he owned the place.

"We were waiting for you," said mom with a smile before turning to her son. "We can't eat without daddy, right Marcus?"

The pup shook his head halfheartedly in an effort to appease his mother. He still disliked Butch as much as he did when he first laid eyes upon him, but he kept that to himself for now. Any misbehavior could very well get his tasty treat thrown in the trash, and he didn't want that. Not that it mattered; neither Butch nor his mother paid any attention to the boy's response.

Butch was busy slobbering all over mom, while mom was busy letting him. Like usual, Butch was making his playful little growling noises, while mom giggled and moaned. It was sickeningly corny at first, but it only got more obscene as Butch slipped a finger under mom's collar and pulled her in close for a long, deep smooch. The kitchen was awkwardly quiet as their tongue ballet went on for nearly half a minute.

By the time Butch let go of mom, she was red in the cheeks and looked like she had something dirty on her mind. She was still making eyes at him from across the table as he sat down and started unwrapping his food. It wasn't until Marcus let out a meager whimper for attention, that she came to her senses and remembered that she'd neglected to remove her son's mitts and muzzle.

"Sounds like someone's jealous," said Butch as he shot a smug grin across the table to the runty little pup. The rotten old Rottweiler knew exactly how much it agitated the little sissy to see his mother in the arms of a real man, and he wanted to take every opportunity to show the punk who was boss.

It worked all too well, and Marcus let out a rather vicious sounding growl just as predicted.

"Sounds like someone's not going to get this muzzle taken off," said mom, glaring down angrily at the boy. "You want to go to bed hungry, little man?"

Marcus quickly changed his tune. His angry eyes softened back into a submissive expression as his ears drooped and he shook his head.

"Then don't test me," said mom, removing the boy's muzzle. You're not the big bad wolf around here anymore. It's time you remembered that. Now apologize."

"I'm sorry, daddy," said Marcus, lowering his head to make the infuriated expression on his face less noticeable. He wanted to say all kinds of horrible things to that bastard, but he managed to keep them to himself while his mother slipped the tight mitts off his hands.

"That's better, now can we please just have a peaceful dinner," said mom, tossing the mitts down on the table next to Marcus' food. Not too hard, just enough to let her son know that she was getting very annoyed with his sassy mouth. Still, she wasn't going to let this ruin their nice family dinner. The smile returned to her face as she finished tying a frilly, pink bib around the boy's neck, tousled his hair, and returned to her seat.

Marcus expected some kind of smartass comment about his sissy looking bib or something of that nature, but Butch was too busy eating to antagonize the pup further. As a result, dinner went smoother than expected. This seemed to put mom in a much better mood than before, and allowed Marcus to enjoy his miniscule little kiddy hamburger and fries without further scolding. Having been deprived of meat for so long, he devoured his food, finishing his meal long before either of the adults. Though, he didn't ask to be excused. Instead, he sat quietly and tinkered with the pointless plastic figurine he'd gotten with his meal.

Noticing this, his mother excused him from the table and sent him to the living room to entertain himself while she and Butch finished eating. For the first time in a good long while, Marcus had a big grin on his face. He scuttled off to the other room, throwing himself down on the sofa and turning on the TV. He never got to choose_anything_ at Miss Fifi's house, which meant he never got anywhere near the remote. That was nearly always controlled by her lackey, Marzipan.

That meant he usually had to watch sports, reality shows about prison, or something equally boring. When she was nice enough to put something on for pup, it was always cartoons. Not cool ones either, always wussy cartoons for babies. Shows about learning to count, sing-alongs, and playing nice with others, crap like that. Now that Marcus was in charge, he was going to find something more to his tastes.

How nice it was to be home. No mitts, no muzzle, and a gory horror movie on the TV. The only thing bothering him now was the soother. He contemplated reaching down the back of his nice, clean diaper and yanking the big plug out of his ass himself, but then he thought better of it. His mother would probably hit the roof, and then he'd be stuck back in mitts until he could earn back his mom's trust. Which, considering her knew empowered attitude, might be easier said than done.

Before his trip to Fifi's, Marcus was an expert at manipulating his mother. He had been spoiled beyond belief, and could get out of nearly any punishment with a phony apology. Though, now that his mother had gotten some much-needed mentoring from Fifi, she had become quite the disciplinarian. She hadn't let him get away with a single infraction since the moment she came to pick him up, and she showed no signs of returning to her old ways. Realizing this, Marcus decided to try an avoid punishment as best he could. Otherwise, his little pink chastity cage might not ever be coming off.

Just thinking about getting out of chastity was enough to get his little pecker hard. It had been a whole week since the last time he was able to get off. Not wasting anytime, Fifi had locked him in the chastity device on his first full day of rehabilitation, and not once did it come off the rest of the week. If he had the gall to complain about it, Fifi would only laugh and tell him that he'd have to earn it from his mother when he got home. Well, now he was home, and he was finally ready to do whatever it took to earn a chance for release, even if it meant acting like a good little pup in front of his new step-daddy.

The pent-up teen winced as he waited for his erection to go away. The extra-short cock tube that kept his boyhood prisoner had very little room for growth, punishing even the tiniest little chubby. Even after a full week, he still hadn't learned to control his disobedient cock. All he could do was try to focus on the movie and hope to go flaccid soon, but he couldn't stop thinking about how good it would feel to get stroked off before bed, just like old times. Luckily, the sound of Butch's voice was enough to make the boy's prick soften up almost instantly.

"What's this you're watching? Certainly doesn't look appropriate for a little pup like you," said Butch, walking over and snatching the remote out of Marcus' hand.

"But I like scary movies," whined Marcus.

"Not anymore. There's a game on," said Butch, sneering down at the pouting little sissy on the couch. "Besides, your mama is looking for you. Better not keep her waiting."

There were about a million horrible things that Marcus wanted to say right now, but he kept his mouth shut. It wasn't easy, but he knew his mother would jump on him the second he mouthed off again. Rather than spend the night with the muzzle locked over his mouth, he got up and waddled into the kitchen to see what his mother wanted. The soother up his butt was so big it made him walk funny, and he was hoping it was time to have it taken out.

"Mama, Butch stole the TV from me," said Marcus as he walked into the kitchen and tugged on his mother's shirt.

"It's his turn anyway," said mom, setting a fresh bottle of formula in a bowl of hot water to warm up before turning around to face her little diaper pup. "And I'll thank you to lose the whiney tone in your voice, young man."

"Okay, mama. It's just hard cuz Butch is always being mean to me"

"That's not true, Marcus. You just have to learn to share. Now, do you want the soother out, or not?"

"Yes, please."

"Alright then, turn around and bend over."

Marcus blushed as he turned and around bent slightly at the waist, placing his hands on his thighs to help keep his balance while his mother dropped the back of his diapers. Despite knowing what was coming, he couldn't help but give a yelp as the thick butt plug was removed. It only hurt for a second, like a band-aide, and once the wide flare was past his narrow little tailhole, he felt as good as new.

"You okay?" asked mom, pulling the boy's diaper back up to cover his cute shaved rump. At first, she was concerned that she'd pulled it out too quickly and hurt his little bottom. She didn't know anything about butt plugs, only what Fifi had told her, and whatever Butch had shown her.

Marcus turned around and nodded before stepping in close and wrapping his mother up in a nice tight hug. She smiled warmly as she returned the favor, and they stood together in each other's arms for a good long while before Marcus finally spoke up.

"I missed you," he said, nuzzling her chest with his cheek.

"I missed you too, sweety-pie," she replied, rubbing his head. Though, as cute of a moment as it was, it eventually had to end. They finally separated as the kitchen timer went off, and mom turned to grab the bottle of the counter. She handed it to Marcus and said, "Go give this to Butch; he'll know what to do."

Marcus lowered his ears in embarrassment as he took the, now pleasantly warm, bottle from his mom. He wanted to tell her didn't need a bottle, and he certainly didn't need Butch's help, but he knew there would no point. She hadn't listened to him all day. Unless it came out of Fifi's or Butch's mouth, it seemed of little consequence to her, and there was no way he was going to change that by whining. Still, his hesitation was obvious to mom.

"C'mon, off you go," said mom as she took her son by the arm and led him back to the living room. She walked him right up to Butch, and gave the boy a nudge, urging him to speak up. Still, Marcus couldn't work up the courage to speak up. He just held the bottle out in front and waited for the older man to start teasing him again.

"Does the baby want his bottle now?" asked Butch with a smirk.

Marcus nodded shyly, knowing his mother was watching his every move.

"You're such a good boy now, what happened? That soother must really work," teased Butch, leaning forward. He reached out as though he was going to take the bottle, but ended up grabbing the pup by the wrist and pulling him closer.

Marcus stumbled forward into the big Rottweiler's clutches and soon found himself seated in Butch's lap. The pup blushed and squirmed, but Butch held him tight and kept him from wriggling around. A moment later, the rubber nipple full of formula was barreling straight for Marcus' mouth. There was nothing he could do was accept it, suckling obediently under the watchful eye of his new daddy.

"What's in this?" asked Marcus, popping the nipple from his mouth and turning to face his mother who was still watching from the sidelines. "It tastes like..."

"Like Fifi's special formula? That's because she gave me the recipe," said mom.

"But, why?" asked Marcus, looking betrayed.

"Because I want to make sure you and Butch have plenty time to get acquainted, and diaper changes are a great opportunity for male bonding. Now drink up. Fifi also sent you home with a rather nasty looking feeder gag. Don't make me use it."

Marcus looked like he was ready to cry like a baby when the nipple was forced back into his mouth. The off-tasting formula reminded him of his week at Fifi's and he couldn't help but think about how he'd be violently shitting his pants within a couple hours. Beneath the vanilla flavoring, he swore he could taste the laxatives and fiber supplements that made the formula so special, but he kept drinking nonetheless.

Butch was much more forceful now. He held the pup firmly against his chest, tightening his grip slightly each time the boy fidgeted. Each time Marcus tried to look away, either at the TV or his mother, Butch would turn the boy's head to face him once more, and stick the nipple back into his mouth. All Marcus could do was sit back, drink his bottle, and look up at the Rottweiler's ugly face. As it went on, Marcus got used to being coddled against his will and eventually stopped resisting.

"You two look so precious right now," said mom, sounding happier than ever before as she snapped a picture on her camera phone. Satisfied with the resulting photo, she took her seat and got ready for some quality time with her new family.

"Well shit, this game is a total blowout. I gotta watch something else before I bust a blood vessel," said Butch, scowling at the TV as the lop-sided score was announced. The feeding paused for just a moment while Butch flipped back to the previous channel, putting Marcus' horror movie back on.

"Are you sure about this, honey?" asked mom. "These kinds of movies always give Marcus nightmares."

"Really? This brave pup?" asked Butch, grinning down at Marcus. "Is this movie really too scary for you?"

Marcus shook his head, confident he could handle it. He'd seen this one at least a dozen times anyway.

"See? He's fine," said Butch, popping the nipple back into the boy's mouth and rocking him gently.

"Of course he says that now," said mom, speaking up again, "but I don't think..."

"It's fine!" snapped Butch, cutting off mom as he shot her a firm glare from across the living room.

"Yes, honey. You're right, I'm sorry," she said, sitting back to watch the movie without another word.

Marcus didn't know what the hell just happened. He didn't like the way Butch spoke to his mother, even if it meant getting what he wanted. Though, it's not like the pup was in any position to intervene. He got a stern shushing every time he made a noise. If he tried to look away, his head was turned back toward Butch and the nipple was quickly returned to his mouth.

"C'mon, drink it all down. Then you can watch the movie," said Butch, with a fatherly gentleness that Marcus found surprisingly comforting.

The pup didn't know why, but he didn't hate this treatment as much as he thought he would. Sure, he was still dressed like a sissy baby in his diapers and bib, but for some reason it didn't seem very embarrassing at all. No one was laughing at him or teasing him. For once, his babyishness made him feel secure instead of ashamed.

"That's my big, thirsty pup," said Butch once the bottle had finally run dry. He set the empty bottle aside and scooted the boy's padded butt off of his lap and onto the couch. Finally allowing the pup to sit next to him and watch the movie. Though, that didn't mean cuddle time was over.

Butch put his arm around the boy, pulling him close and holding him tight against his body. They stayed like that for the rest of the movie, with Butch covering the pup's eyes every time the mayhem on screen got too gory. Marcus found this annoying at first, since he just wanted to watch the movie. However, by the end, he was feeling so little and cubby that he willingly buried his face in the protective Rottweiler's side each time something scary happened.

As much as he hated to admit it, Marcus was actually enjoying himself. He didn't want the movie to end, but inevitably the credits began to roll and Butch went channel surfing for something else to watch. That's when the pup realized the pressure building in his tummy. He'd been so wrapped up in the movie that he hadn't noticed the formula taking effect, and soon he was in a mild panic as he wondered what to do about it.

Marcus knew what would be expected of him, but he couldn't do it here on the couch next to Butch. Even after their lovely little bonding experience, the pup was too ashamed to crap himself in front of the new man of the house. Instead, he just sat there and shifted around uncomfortably, hoping he'd be excused to his room before he inevitably had to give in and do his business. Nevertheless, his mother could tell right away from his body language what was really going on.

"Are you trying to make a poopy?" asked mom, much to Marcus' embarrassment.

The pup blushed and shook his head, trying to act cool, but mom knew better. She got up out of her chair and walked over to the couch. Pushing him over onto his side, she nonchalantly patted the seat of her son's diaper to see if he'd already done the deed, but he was still clean and dry.

"Hey, what's the big idea? I said I don't have to..." said Marcus, trailing off as he felt something warm spread out across the seat of his diapers.

"What was that you were saying?" responded mom with a cocky smirk. She didn't need her son to explain what it was that had interrupted him; she could smell it almost instantly.

Marcus didn't say a damn word. He was in shock, still in disbelief that he'd just had an accident like that in front of everyone. However, the sound of Butch's teasing laughter was enough to bring the boy back to reality. Tears started to form in Marcus' eyes as he got to his feet and bashfully shuffled over to his mother for a diaper change.

"No need to be shy," said mom, taking her pup by the hand and drying his tears. "Butch knows you're not potty trained. He knows all about it."

Marcus didn't know whether that made it better or worse to know that Butch and his mother had been discussing his embarrassing little habits. He just prayed he'd get a change sometime soon. Miss Fifi always left him in dirty diapers for hours, usually waiting until the next morning to give him a change unless he was a perfect angel. Of all the lessons Fifi shared with his mother, this was one he hoped wouldn't stick.

Luckily, mom wasn't too eager to smell his shit-filled diaper any longer than she had to. However, it wasn't going to be her decision. Instead of leading her son out of the room for a nice private change, she walked him back over to Butch.

"Ask nice, and don't forget your manners," said mom, urging her son to ask daddy for a clean diaper.

"I... I..." said Marcus, stammering as he looked into the grinning Rottweiler's face. He didn't want to imagine the embarrassment of having his dirty, brown butt wiped clean by Butch, even after they'd bonded on the couch.

"What is it, pup? Go on and spit it out," said Butch. His amusement came through in his voice, which only exacerbated the boy's nervousness.

"I... I want my mama," said Marcus, finally giving up. He turned and looked up at his mother. "Please, mama. I missed you so much. Can't you do it this time?"

"You can be so stubborn sometimes," said mom, putting her hands on her hips. She looked over at Butch to get his thoughts, but he only shrugged.

He wasn't exactly in a hurry to get started on diaper changing duty. There would surely be plenty of opportunities in the coming days, like tomorrow for example. Mom would be going to work bright and early in the morning, leaving her two men at home to get better acquainted. Butch was, of course, well aware of this, and even had a few extra-special activities planned for the two of them. It didn't matter if the little runt wanted his mommy tonight; daddy knew he'd get his chance one way or another. He smiled and gave the subtle nod, letting mom know it was alright to take the boy.

"Alright, Marcus, you can have your way this time," said mom, taking her son by the hand. "Let's get you cleaned up before you stink up the whole house."

Marcus sighed with relief as he was led out of the room and down the hall. Mom took him to the bathroom and started to draw a bath. While the tub filled with warm water, she got Marcus' bib and t-shirt off. His collar came off next, leaving only the heavy diaper drooping from his waist. Though, that didn't stay on too long either.

"Ugh, that smell doesn't get any easier to take," said mom as she ripped the tapes and stripped off the pup's noxious diaper.

Her tone wasn't overly sweet, but there was still a certain motherly warmth in her voice that prevented her little quips from cutting Marcus too deep. Still, he couldn't help but feel self conscious as he stood there with his poopy bottom on display. It wasn't out of the ordinary for her to comment on his diapers in the past if they were especially atrocious, but for some reason it embarrassed Marcus more now. It probably had something to do with Miss Fifi and Marzipan.

They never missed a chance to mock and belittle him during each and every diaper change over the last week, constantly reminding him just how shameful it was for a fully-grown boy to still be in diapers. With his tiny bubble of denial deflated, he couldn't help but think about their words as his mother wiped the sticky mud off his ass cheeks. He wondered if he'd ever get used to it again.

Though, the humiliation didn't last long, and he was relieved that his mom didn't have to wipe any shit off his little pink chastity cage. None of the mess even made it to the front of the diaper, probably because he wasn't made to wallow in it for hours before getting a change. He doubted he'd be so lucky in the morning after the belly-full of formula he sucked down earlier, but for now he just wanted to enjoy his bath.

"Into the water you go, stinky," said mom as she helped him into the tub.

It was a bit warmer than usual, but Marcus didn't mind once he got acclimated. He was content to sit there for as long as his mother was willing to let him. It felt nice to be pampered. He'd never been a huge fan of bath time in the past, finding it childish and embarrassing, but after his terrible week at Fifi's he welcomed his mother's tenderness.

After nearly fifteen minutes, his mom got him out of the tub and started toweling him off. Once he was totally dry from head to toe, she wrapped the towel around his naked body and gave him a sniff to confirm that he smelled as good as he looked. As expected, the pup smelled like a bouquet of flowers, especially compared to his hellacious odor prior to his bath.

"There, now don't you feel better," said mom, patting her son on the butt, urging him toward the door. "Go on ahead to your room and we'll get you ready for bed."

It was only eight o'clock, but Marcus didn't whine as his mother lead him down the hall. He was looking forward to sleeping in his own bed again. At Fifi's he had to sleep in a crib, and as if that wasn't claustrophobic enough, he was almost always bound and gagged. His nice, comfy big boy bed would be a welcome change. Free to move around at night, and get up in the morning when he was tired of laying in bed. He felt like he'd earned it after what he'd been through.

However, when he finally got to his room, he discovered there had been a bit of redecorating done. At some point while he was being held captive over the last week, his room had gone totally girly. There was pink all over everything: the walls, the furniture, the curtains, even his bed wasn't safe. His heavy metal posters had been replaced with ponies and rainbows. His unkempt bed had been made over a frilly comforter and about a dozen pillows. Worse of all, the entertainment center with his TV and all of his videogames was gone, replaced with a large, elegant wardrobe, the contents of which were still a mystery to him.

"You changed my room?" asked Marcus, his jaw hanging open as he looked over the unholy remains of his one and only sanctum.

"Well, obviously," replied mom, pushing her son through the door and guiding him toward the bed. "It was Miss Fifi's idea. She said your environment was likely contributing to your bad behavior and rebelliousness, and suggested going with something a bit more gentle and feminine."

"What?!" asked Marcus, barely able to believe what he was hearing.

"You better lose that tone when you're talking to me, little man," said mom, crossing her arms and cocking her eyebrow. "I wasn't kidding when I said there would be changes around here."

Marcus was pouting harder than ever. He could almost feel his lip quivering as he kept on whining, "What about all my stuff?"

"You mean your ratty old bedspread and those awful posters? They're in the trash where they belong," said mom coldly.

"No, I mean my videogames. Did you really throw them away?!

"No, Marcus, I didn't throw away your precious videogames. They just won't be kept in your room anymore. They'll be played in the living room so you can spend time with the family, and you'll have to earn your playtime from now on. Keep up like this and I can guarantee you won't touch another game controller for a good, long while."

"That's so unfair!" said Marcus, stamping his foot for emphasis. "What am I supposed to do all day?"

"That's strike two, mister. Just keep it up and see what happens. And just for your information, you don't have some inalienable right to sit around all day playing games and watching TV. You're going to have a list of chores from now on."

"So I have to be your slave now? Is that another one of Fifi's ideas?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact. It was her idea, and Butch agreed. It's criminal how I've had to work and take care of the house, while you sit around the house doing nothing. It's time for you to learn some responsibility and start earning your keep."

"Really?! And what does Butch do around here to earn _his_spot in the middle of the couch?"

"Oh, he does plenty. Just take my word on that," said mom, smirking suggestively. She'd had enough of her son's attitude for one night. It seemed no matter what she did, he just couldn't control his mouth. He needed a stronger hand than she had to offer, and she was ready to give him what he needed, real discipline. "Now, sit down and don't let me hear another word out of your mouth," she said. "Butch will be coming in a moment to deal with you."

With that, mom turned and walked right out of the room, leaving Marcus to think about what he'd done. Of course, he wasn't so much thinking about how he'd hurt his mother's feelings. He was too busy worrying about what was going to happen when Butch showed up. Would it be a hard spanking like last time? What if Butch tried something a bit more unorthodox? The poor little pup had no hope of resisting anything the bigger, man had in store for him, and there was nothing in his girly new room that looked the least bit helpful for self-defense.

Despite his trying to act brave, Marcus trembled as he heard footsteps coming down the hall. He thought about running for it, but where would he go, back to Fifi's? Thinking about it, Fifi was just about the only person he could think of who might take him, but there was no way he wanted to go back there, and he definitely wasn't going to entertain the notion of being homeless. Unfortunately, Marcus didn't have too much time to think about his options before the door burst open.

A moment later, Butch walked in and closed the door behind him. "Your mother says your still being an insufferably little brat," said Butch, his massive body blocking the path to the door. "What do you think we should do about that?"

"I didn't mean to," said Marcus, appealing for leniency. "I just thought all my stuff had been thrown away and..."

"Don't bullshit me," said Butch, interrupting the nervous pup. "Your mother told me exactly what you said, so there's no talking your way out of this. In fact, you won't be doing anymore talking for the rest of the night."

Butch grinned as he held up the leather muzzle for Marcus to see. As expected, the pup didn't look too happy about it. Nonetheless, Butch took it upon himself to motivate the boy.

"Don't get all pouty now; that crap won't work on me," said Butch. "Besides, I'm not the bad guy here. Your big fat mouth earned this muzzle, and you're going to put it on yourself. That is, if you ever want that cock cage to come off. Frankly, I don't give a damn if you ever drain those little nuts of yours again."

Marcus' scowled as soon as his daddy mentioned the chastity device, but he didn't say a word. As much as he hated the muzzle, he must've hated Butch a hundred times more. He wanted nothing more than to tell the bastard to shove it, but it wasn't worth it if it meant being sentenced to a lifetime of permanent chastity. As sick as it made Marcus to think about, the big ugly Rottweiler had the key to the chastity device now. That meant Butch was in charge.

"I knew you'd see it my way," said Butch as the pup stepped forward and took the muzzle out of his hand.

Marcus felt like such a wimp as he slipped the leather muzzle over his own face willingly. Was he really doing this all for a chance to cum? It sounded so pathetic when he thought about it, but he couldn't help it. He'd only been locked in chastity for a week, and already his balls felt heavy and sore, swollen with excess semen. They begged to be milked, and he couldn't imagine what it would be like after a month. What if it went on longer? Just the thought was enough to convince Marcus he'd made the most reasonable decision as he struggled to get the straps buckled behind his head.

"Let me help you with that," said Butch with smug satisfaction as he spun the boy around and strapped the muzzle on nice and tight. "There we go. You're less annoying already."

Marcus made an indignant little noise through his muzzle in response to Butch's comments. However, daddy wasn't going to be disrespected like that. He paid the brat back by snatching the towel from around his waist, leaving the doughy little wolf boy totally naked except for his muzzle and chastity cage.

Butch grinned as he looked over his stepson's nude body. He couldn't help but snicker at the boy's shaved diaper area. The pup's smooth, hairless crotch looked ridiculous, while his bald buttocks still showed every welt from the spanking it had endured earlier. Of course, Marcus didn't like being laughed at in his vulnerable state, but with the muzzle locked over his mouth, there wasn't anything he could say about it. Still, the humiliation wasn't over yet.

Butch went over the dresser and gathered a cute little set of restraints for his stepson. A pair of mitts, some ankle restrains, even a collar, and of course, they were all pink. "Sit down on the bed and let daddy dress you all cute for night-night," said Butch.

Marcus reluctantly did as he was told, sitting his bare bottom down on the soft, satin bedspread. He didn't fight back as the mitts were slipped over his paws, but he didn't exactly make it easy either. No matter, Butch had the strength and the experience to get Marcus dressed, whether the pup wanted it or not.

The impatient Rottweiler manhandled the uncooperative brat as he buckled the pink leather cuffs around the boy's scrawny ankles. Last to go on was the collar. It was heavy and thick, with a locking buckle. A perfect collar for a real sissy slave, it even had a big silly bell that hung under Marcus' chin that would always let daddy know where his little princess was hiding.

"Don't you look precious? Now all you need is a pretty pink diaper around your waist to complete the look," said Butch as he spread a fresh diaper out on the bed. "But wait. I'm forgetting the most important thing, aren't I?"

Marcus nodded shyly. This is what he'd been waiting for. He was finally going to get a chance to get out of the chastity device for the first time since it was locked onto his beloved little pecker the week before. He hoped Butch wouldn't insist on helping, but the desperate pup would take whatever he could get at this point. Unfortunately, he was about to learn that Butch was every bit as strict as Miss Fifi when it came to locking up a boy's favorite toy.

"Then what are you waiting for?" asked Butch. "Get on your knees and put your fat butt up in the air. Better make sure you get your dinky little weenie over that diaper too. You dribble any of your naughty milk on this nice, new comforter and you'll be damn sorry, understand?"

'Oh god, he's going to jerk me off himself, isn't he?' thought Marcus. He could see the hungry look in his step-dad's eye as the older man towered over him. Regardless, the pup nodded his head without hesitation, rolled over onto his stomach, and got up on his hands and knees, carefully straddling the diaper as he was told. He'd do anything to get his rocks off at this point, even if Butch had to be the one to do it. Though, the mean old bastard wasn't ready to get started just yet.

"No, no," said Butch, forcing the boy's face down to the soft bedspread below. "Face down, ass up, every time."

Marcus did as he was told and kept his cheek pressed against the bed while keeping his butt up in the air as high as he could. He didn't want to jeopardize whatever shameful hand job he was about to get. It made him feel weak and pathetic, but he knew he had no other choice as long as Butch was holding the key to his chastity device. He had the key, so he made the rules.

"Why you being so quiet?" asked Butch. "Don't you want daddy to milk your worthless little balls? Whine for daddy if you want your balls drained. Whine like the little bitch you are."

Again, Marcus did as he was commanded; whining and whimpering like a bitch in heat as he waited for the chastity device to come off. However, as he felt a strong hand latch onto his tail and yank it painfully upward, it suddenly dawned on him that maybe Butch had other plans in mind. Plans that were confirmed the moment Marcus felt two big, dry fingers push their way into his exposed tailhole.

"C'mon, don't stop begging for it now," said Butch with a sneer. "I know how much you like taking it in the ass. Fifi told me all about it."

Sure enough, Marcus kept on whimpering and groaning. Though, he wasn't begging for more as much as he was pleading for mercy. The pup tried to squirm away, but he couldn't go anywhere with his tail still in Butch's grasp.

"Where do you think you're going?" teased Butch, as he tightening his grip on the boy's tail and gave it a harsh tug to show that he meant business. As expected, the brat let out a yelp and immediately stopped his struggling.

Marcus spent the next ten minutes whining in discomfort as the inside of his asshole was fingered by his step-daddy. Butch wasn't gentle either, roughly massaging the boy's prostate with two unlubricated fingers as he continued tormenting him relentlessly.

"Did you really think you'd get the cage off after the way you've been behaving? You're lucky to even get this much after all your shit-talking and complaining," said Butch, working the pup's prostate extra hard as he lectured him. "I ought to leave your balls aching for another whole week. Maybe even longer if you can't prove to me that you deserve to be milked. I don't take too kindly to anyone who gives _my_woman attitude, especially a useless little fuck-boy like you. You'd do well to remember that if you ever want the cage off again."

With that, Marcus started crying into his muzzle like the big baby he was. He couldn't imagine going another week, or god forbid, another month in the chastity device. His only hope was that Butch was just posturing, but the big Rottweiler sure seemed serious. It looked like Marcus would have to be on his best behavior if he ever wanted to touch his precious little soldier again.

"Aw, and here come the tears," said Butch, with a laugh. "If you think this is rough, just wait for tomorrow. Mama will be out of the house. It'll be just you and me, and I guarantee you won't get away with half the shit you did today. I'm going to make you my little princess, and you're going to start earning your next milking starting first thing in the morning."

Naturally, Butch's words didn't do anything to stop the pup's incessant sniveling. Marcus had actually gotten louder, hoping to alert his mother of the abuse he was currently suffering, but she either didn't hear or didn't care. With no one coming to his rescue, the pup was entirely at Butch's mercy, doomed to suffer the rest of his punishment. Though, the end came sooner than either of them could have expected.

Marcus let out a few meek grunts as he felt hot semen spurting from the end of his semi-hard cock despite being confined to the chastity device. He blushed; lowering his ears in shame as he slowly realized what happened. All his step-dad's poking around in his ass had brought about an involuntary ejaculation. It seemed Butch knew a thing or two about massaging a prostate, and could make even the most unwilling pup cream himself. Either way, Marcus felt like a dirty little whore, and his step-daddy's taunting didn't help matters.

"I figured as much; a little bit of ass play is all it takes to make you squirt. You'll make a wonderful sissy fuck-toy once I finish breaking you in," said Butch, his voice filled with hate as he finally plucked his fingers from the boy's gaping tailhole. Though, he didn't relinquish his grip on his stepson's tail just yet. He wanted to have a bit more fun torturing the little bitch. "We sure didn't get much milk out of those tiny little pebbles of yours, did we? Maybe we ought to just lop 'em off since they are so fuckin' worthless."

Marcus' eyes went wide as he heard his father's depraved threats. Immediately, the pup was squealing and hollering into his gag, trying desperately to call for his mother, but no one came for him. Still, Butch didn't like that the boy was trying to scream for help. Still holding Marcus by the tail, Butch delivered a few gentle swats to the brat's tender nutsack as it dangled there totally defenseless.

"Stop all that howling and shut the fuck up before I get really mean," said Butch, sounding absolutely serious as he delivered the final smack to his stepson's delicate jewels.

The poor boy let out a shrill cry of pain after each of the meager blows. Butch wasn't hitting very hard, but it was enough to teach Marcus that daddy could inflict a great deal of pain with very little effort. It was a lesson that the pup swore to remember as he felt Butch grab hold of his nuts and give them a firm squeeze.

"Just remember, your balls belong to _me_now," said Butch, tightening his grip a bit. "If you want to keep them, you better just keep your little mouth shut and be a good little faggot for me, understand?"

Marcus nodded as enthusiastically as he could with his face still pressed to the soft, pink comforter. He didn't dare lift his cheek off the bed, fearing for the safety his precious little testicles. He didn't know if Butch would really do it, but there was no reason to believe he wouldn't.

"Good," said Butch, finally releasing his grasp on his stepson, letting the boy crumple to a pile on the bed in front of him. He'd had enough of the little shit for one night, but he still gave one last warning before putting the brat down for bed. "Next time I catch you trying to call for help, you'll find your little berries hanging around your neck. Just test me and see what happens."

Now that Butch was sure he'd gotten his point across, he wasted no time getting the pup diapered. The dominant alpha male had a wicked grin plastered on his face as he saw how cooperative his stepson had become. Marcus actually got himself situated on top of the cum-stained diaper that had been laid out for him and spread his legs open wide so daddy could powder his throbbing little balls.

Once the boy's crotch was covered under a layer of soft baby powder, the diaper was folded up between his chubby legs and taped shut. Butch cooed and patted the pup's bottom, patronizing his sissy stepson as he helped him to his feet. Once Marcus was waiting quietly at bedside, Butch pulled away the blankets to reveal yet another surprise.

"Alright, let's get you tucked in," said Butch with a smug tone as he observed the disappointed look on the pup's face.

A full set of restraints was waiting for Marcus under the thick comforter. It was just like his crib at Fifi's, and the pup felt foolish for not expecting as much. Still, he couldn't help but notice his eyes tearing up at the thought of being strapped down into bed every night for the rest of his life. He was looking forward to having his freedom back when he got home, but now it seemed his home was just as much a prison as Fifi's house.

Utterly defeated, Marcus crawled into bed and laid his heavy head down on a thick, cushy pillow. There was no use in fighting it. He'd already been through enough today, and he just wanted some time to be alone, even if that meant being tied down to his bed. He laid there limp and stayed perfectly quiet as Butch got him positioned and strapped down.

"You're learning," said Butch casually as he got to work fastening the various restraints.

There were cuffs for ankles, thighs, wrists, and biceps, they were first. Then, thick straps were pulled down over the boy's shoulders and secured to the wide strap that went around his waist. The finishing touch was a silky pink bow that clipped into the pup's head fluff to show off what a cute little sissy he was.

"Yeah, you're totally my bitch now," said Butch with a smirk as he reached down and pulled the covers up over his stepson and gave him a fatherly kiss on the forehead. "Sweet dreams, little one. I'll see you tomorrow."

Of course, Marcus couldn't reciprocate with a goodnight of his own, but that was probably for the best. He was in a terrible mood, and there was a good chance he might have let some colorful language slip if he'd been free to speak. He just gazed up at the ceiling and waited for Butch to leave.

Not that he had to wait long; the horny Rottweiler was all wound up from their playtime together, and couldn't wait to go take it out on his fiancée. He was headed to the door before the wet kiss on Marcus' forehead had dried, turning out the lights and closing the door on his way out.

Finally, Marcus was alone with his thoughts. All he wanted to do was relax in bed and imagine better time. He thought about how things were before he'd been sent away to stay at Fifi's. There wasn't any special baby formula or paddles then. No straps or chastity either, just him and his mom. It was certainly a happier time for him. Though, more he thought about it, the more he began to see the signs that his mother was getting tired of taking care of him.

He felt nothing but guilt as he looked back at his entitled, spoiled behavior. How he'd throw his food on the floor if he didn't it. How he would crap his diapers to keep him mom from leaving to see her friends. How he'd yell and fight every time she tried to discipline him. He really had been a burden, and he wished he would have changed his ways sooner, before all this had to happen.

However, he wasn't able to reflect on his troubled past for very long. No sooner had he had his little epiphany, then he began to hear rhythmic thumping coming through the wall just behind his head. He lay there, totally vexed for some time. That is, until he realized it was his mom's heavy wooden headboard banging against her bedroom wall. From that moment on, he couldn't think about anything besides what Butch was doing to his mother.

Strapped down to his bed, Marcus couldn't cover his ears or sandwich his head between two pillows. He was helpless to block out any of the noises coming through the wall. All he could do was shut his eyes and try to get to sleep, but it was no use. All he could see when he closed his eyes was Butch plowing his mom from behind, and it only got worse once the moaning started.

After thirty minutes, Marcus was muttering curses into his muzzle. Clenching his fists in their little leather mitts as he tugged against his restraints. He wanted nothing more than to bust loose so he could go surprise Butch with a baseball bat to the back of the head. Though, he eventually got too tired to keep up the fight, never even coming close to breaking a single leather cuff. In the end, all he could do was lie there and wait for Butch to run out of stamina. After all, how much longer could those two keep at it?