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The tiger slowly circled the still-weeping Border Collie as he kept pissing on every square inch of fur he could reach--Kassam moved from KC's rump to his lower back, up his spine to his neck, and then over his head, showering him and letting the urine form rivulets as it trickled down KC's face and soaked into his fur.

"On your knees, dog," Kassam commanded.

KC's sore, aching muscles screamed as he worked his shoulders back, arched his spine, and hoisted himself up. He gingerly kept his torso hunched so his movements and position didn't pull his balls too far back due to the humbler or brush anything against his destroyed asscheeks. Still sobbing and struggling to catch his breath, KC watched as Kassam aimed and drenched his chest, stomach, hard cock, and thighs in his piss.

"Good, very good," Kassam chuffed. "Open your mouth."

KC did as he was told, still moaning in pain as the tiger's urine splattered on his tongue--it tasted similar to his foot sweat, acrid and stale, but not altogether unpleasant. KC panted--both exhausted and somehow unbelievably exuberant--as the piss overflowed and streamed from the corners of his mouth, down his chin, and along his neck. Kassam smugly watched KC thirstily swallow and then open his mouth again for more. All the while, a puddle of urine formed around the Border Collie's legs and feet still on the floor.

Eventually, the tiger's piss abated, and he shook the last few droplets out and off the tip of his cock. Kassam then stepped around to KC's backside again--as he stood directly behind KC and in his own piss, Kassam unclasped the Border Collie's hands from the humbler. KC immediately leaned forward on his hands, taking some of the weight off of his knees, which had gone numb from keeping him upright.

"There we go, just need to get you ready for your next lesson," Kassam chuckled as he loosened the screws in the humbler to open it again. He pushed KC's testicles back through the narrow hole, letting them retract naturally once more, and the Border Collie felt as if his balls had been reattached to his body.

"Lie down, dog," Kassam said.

Without further ado, KC flopped forward in the puddle of tiger urine, closing his eyes and reveling in his freedom. He felt Kassam remove the cuffs around his ankles, and the tiger picked up the spreader bar, letting KC finally bring his feet together. His collar and tail cable, however, remained in place--the Border Collie couldn't even think about removing them; on the one hand, his body was too wrecked to muster up the energy for it, and on the other hand, the auditory hypnosis was already strong enough to prevent the thought from even entering his mind.

As Kassam padded back to the corner of the room with the work table and display cabinet, he called out another command to KC: "Go ahead and piss yourself."

KC had no choice. Blissfully, he let his bladder relax, and he felt the hot stream of piss surge from his still-erect cock. While the puddle that Kassam had made had already started to cool, a new liquid warmth began to seep into KC's groin, stomach, and thighs as his own piss soaked further into his fur and mixed with the tiger's urine. KC groaned in pleasure at the sensation, so glad and grateful--he didn't realize just how full his bladder had gotten as a result of all his drinking at the club that evening, and it felt so good letting loose; he felt so relaxed, as if he were doing the most natural and basic, instinctual thing he could do by just laying facedown on the ground and pissing himself like a good boy while his urine stained his fur and spread over Kassam's floor. And on some level, it felt even better knowing that he was pissing himself on the tiger's order.

KC still panted hard to catch his breath, and his tongue lolled out, dipping into the piss under his chin. It still tasted acrid and salty, but the Border Collie didn't mind it anymore. In fact, he was getting used to the flavor--thanks to the sub-audible hypnotic suggestions playing over the speakers and filling his brain, KC was starting to see himself enjoying big gulps of warm piss from strangers in the club, vying with each other to fill his mouth and watch their frothy streams disappear down his more than willing throat. He'd happily slobber up every drop he was lucky enough to receive, like a parched dog on a hot summer's day, desperate for a refreshing drink. The Border Collie instinctively lapped up some of the piss from the ground under his face and licked his lips, savoring the taste and subconsciously relishing the idea that, in the future, he'd be guzzling more piss and beer than water.

Kassam, meanwhile, was putting the humbler and spreader bar on his worktable, and he grinned to himself as he heard the small lapping sounds of KC's tongue licking up the piss from the floor. The aural hypnosis training was taking its toll and implanting suggestions, cues, and personality shifts just as the tiger had designed them. Now he needed to reinforce them and layer on additional commands through visual hypnosis. And he had just the tool for that.

Kassam was just about to turn back to KC when his gaze slid over his toy cabinet again, and his eyes settled on another metal implement connected to a chain. His self-satisfied smirk grew as he contemplated the possibility. Why not force the dog to have a little fun while his identity was completely wiped away? The tiger chuckled to himself and pulled out the tool, along with another set of handcuffs and ankle shackles attached to chains. Kassam whistled a soft, jolly tune to himself as he dragged everything across the floor; the chains rattled against each other and trailed through the puddle of urine as he passed KC, who still lay on the floor and sporadically lapped up more piss.

The tiger brought his accouterments to the spot next to his easy chair in front of the wall-mounted television. He continued whistling to himself as he looped a set of chains onto two of the ceiling-mounted brackets, then attached a large, four-inch thick hook tipped with a seven-inch ball bearing to one end of the hanging chain. Kassam clipped a carabiner onto one of the chain loops attached to the anal hook. He then attached the chains connected to the ankle restraints to another set of wall brackets, and finally the handcuffs to the other end of the chain that dangled from the ceiling.

When his setup was ready, the tiger finally approached the dog, who was still dipping his tongue into the piss puddle and slurping up as much as he could.

"Alright, that's enough, dog. Up you get," Kassam said, roughly grabbing KC by the collar and hauling him to his feet.

KC rose without a shred of resistance, both because he was too exhausted to put up a fight and because the hypnosis was taking a stronger hold over him, encouraging him to listen to and obey Kassam. There was still a significant amount of the Border Collie's original personality and rational thought process still intact, but what Kassam had planned for him would break the canine's brain and put the little bitch completely under his control.

KC let himself be half-dragged to the station that Kassam had put together. The tiger got him into position, facing the wall with a large flatscreen television mounted on it, then Kassam locked the floor shackles around KC's ankles--the chains were slack enough for the Border Collie to move around within a single square foot radius. Kassam then raised KC's hands towards the ceiling and cinched the handcuffs around his wrists; the cuffs were high enough to keep KC's arms at a 160-degree angle, meaning his hands stayed over his head, but his arms could relax just a little.

"Now comes the fun part, boy," Kassam growled in KC's ear, the anal hook--dry and devoid of any kind of lubrication--now in hand. He held it under the canine's raised tail, hovering mere inches away from his exposed target that still dripped with musky urine.

KC gulped.

"Ah!" he yelped when he felt the cold steel of the hook prod at his tight rear entrance. KC whined when Kassam pushed, and the Border Collie tried to get away from the seven-inch ball bearing shoved against his ass, but the restraints around his ankles prevented him from moving more than a foot forward. Kassam prodded even more insistently, trying to dig the ball bearing into KC's puckered hole. In spite of the pain, KC's erect cock bobbed needily--the Border Collie didn't pay any attention to his front, though, as the only thing he could do to avoid getting his ass ripped open by the dry, freezing steel was rise up on his tiptoes.

That was just what Kassam had been waiting for. He yanked the anal hook upwards as KC stood on his toes, forcing the canine to rise to his absolute limit--with his free hand, Kassam pulled hard on KC's collar, making him to look up at the flatscreen while he arched his spine and neck backwards. KC--dick still stiff and throbbing--panted lightly from the strain on his body, but Kassam paid it no mind. Instead, the second KC was in the proper posture, the tiger craftily clipped the carabiner on the anal hook's chain to the back of the collar. With the carabiner in place, the tension on the chain kept the hook in place between KC's cheeks.

"There we go," Kassam mused as he stepped back to admire his handiwork: KC was locked in place, staring up at the screen on the wall in front of him, and if he hunched over to relax at all or sank to his soles again, the tension on the chain would force the anal hook into himself. "I'd think that maybe you're smart enough to realize what kind of situation you're in. You understand that you're the only one in control of keeping that hook outside of your ass, right?" Kassam asked. Before KC could respond, the tiger playfully rolled his eyes and shook his head, chuckling, "Ah, who am I kidding, asking if you understand anything. You're just a dumb dog, aren't you? Just a dumb little puppy who got caught. This is the only place for a dog like you--chained up by your master's chair and about to get your hole opened wide."

Kassam turned away from KC to sit in his easy chair. His cock had softened somewhat and flopped against his leg as he dropped in his seat. "Ah," he groaned, settling comfortably in the soft, cushy leather. He then languidly swiveled the chair around to look at the dog again before he continued, "You're eventually gonna get tired of standing like that--ooh, I can see your leg shaking now, even."

Kassam wasn't wrong--KC's left foot and knee were wobbling from the prolonged stance of standing tiptoed, and his back was already aching. The Border Collie silently berated himself for having a body that betrayed him so soon, but he hung onto Kassam's every word as the tiger went on, "One way or another, that hook is going to get inside you, just give it some time. Although why prolong the inevitable? All you have to do is be a good, dumb dog and relax."

KC huffed dejectedly, too tired, too fearful, and now (thanks to the hypnotic sounds still playing from the wall speakers and Kassam's training so far) too obedient to hurl any kind of rebellious insult. But he grunted and held himself as tall as he could while bending over backwards to keep the hook from penetrating him.

Rather than get annoyed by KC's small act of defiance, Kassam chuckled, both amused and aroused--his cock twitched in his lap and began to stiffen again as he surveyed KC in his predicament bondage. The suspense of waiting for the dog--who was clearly turned on by the whole situation in spite of what his rational brain might be thinking--to eventually break and give in made the whole situation just that much sweeter for Kassam. He laid a broad hand around the base of his dick and gently squeezed, delighting in the knowledge that KC eventually wouldn't be able to help himself. The dumb Border Collie would be hoping for some sweet relief, but when he broke, he would only experience the pain and humiliation of the anal hook burying itself in him (provided he broke before the next stage of Kassam's hypnosis took effect). And the boy would have nobody to blame but himself and his desire to relax. Even now, just a few short minutes after his captive had been locked into position, Kassam could see muscle tremors wrack KC's legs and back as he fought to hold still.

"Ah, such a dumb, doofy dog, thinking he can hold out," Kassam growled, now lightly stroking his length and flicking his thumb over his subincision as he watched KC's struggle. "You and I've got nothing but time...but I think I've got just the thing to help you relax faster." The tiger, in no rush at all, lazily swiveled his seat again to face the side table next to his chair. He pulled open the drawer and withdrew a remote control. When he turned around again, he used the remote to turn on the television and navigate to a media folder marked "Encounters_HYPNO" on the selection screen. Kassam scrolled through the list of video files until he settled on and selected one titled "DogPound". "You're gonna enjoy this...and you're gonna be even dumber by the time we're through," the tiger rumbled as he settled even further back in his chair while the video loaded.

KC, with his head forced upward by the chain clipped to his collar, couldn't help but keep his eyes on the screen. When the video started, KC recognized that it was set in Kassam's dungeon--the white walls, rubberized floor, and sex sling were all exactly the same. But he was so focused on keeping on his tiptoes and arching his back that it took the Border Collie a second to process what was happening in the dungeon: A heavyset bear--wearing a red and black pup hood and a steel chastity cage around his cock--was locked into the sex sling, his hands and feet bound by cuffs and chains. And those chains were rattling noisily as the bear swung back and forth in time with Kassam's rough, violent thrusts into his ass.

"Fuck...that's a fucking perfect puppy," Kassam on the screen grunted over the bear's moans and whimpers. "Big burly dog...gonna breed you so much...my cum's gonna be all the way...up in your brains..."

KC's eyes widened and his cock twitched as he watched the home-produced porn shoot. Kassam chuffed to himself, pleased with the dog's reaction. He had to admit, it was hot watching himself go to town on the bear--he remembered Malik had been a self-described dom before entering his dungeon. Kassam chuckled smugly, recalling just how fast he'd turned that bear into a complete sub so desperate for the tiger's cock. The video he and KC were watching now was the result of just an hour of Kassam toying with Malik and breaking his will. All that was left of the bear was what they were seeing in the video.

"What do you want?" Kassam on the screen snarled as he kept fucking, his hips slamming against Malik's ass.

"I...I want you to breed me!" the bear in the pup hood gasped. "Uunngh...fucking...plow your litter of cubs into me...I--mmf! Fuck me...fuck me so hard I can't walk!"

Kassam smacked the bear on the side before he rumbled, "You're gonna get all that and more, pup."

Kassam, sitting in his easy chair, looked over at KC, studying the bound dog. The Border Collie's eyes were drinking in the show, thoroughly engrossed in watching the tiger fucking the bear from multiple angles on the screen.

"Good pup, just keep watching," Kassam crooned, self-assured in knowing what was ahead.

Within the next three minutes of the video--which saw Kassam roughly pull out of the bear and begin shoving a horse dildo into the wide, gaping hole that hungrily swallowed the silicone length--the first set of faint, hypnotic rings appeared on the screen, directing the eye to look where Kassam desired. They expanded and contracted, then disappeared before reappearing and subtly catching an unsuspecting victim's gaze again.

The subliminal rings in combination with the aural hypnosis (which had been playing over the speakers the whole time the tiger had been torturing KC) would be enough to totally break the dog's mind and force him to submit and forget who and what he was before--it was just a matter of increasing the intensity. Kassam had started low for tonight, but now that the video had KC's attention, it was time to step up his game. Having trained himself to resist the hypnosis method he'd developed, Kassam looked at KC again, watching the canine's reaction and body language. Already, KC's ears were perked, his eyes were focused on the screen, and his tail was stiffly wagging back and forth in its restraint--his body was accepting the signals that his conscious brain wasn't even aware of.

Grinning to himself, Kassam took up his phone from the side table and opened the settings for the speakers. He increased the volume and frequency for the audible hypnosis, all while his snarls and the bear's grunts of pleasure continued to play. The hypnotic rings on the screen grew brighter and more numerous, captivating KC's attention completely.

While he watched his captor toying with the bear on the screen, KC felt a nagging urge to look away from the television, to find someway to block out the sounds filling his ears--there was just something small in the back of his mind telling him to find a way to escape, to save himself. But he couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene on the television--without even consciously noticing the glowing, shrinking, and expanding rings on the screen, he hungrily watched Kassam use his hands on the bear's ass now; the tiger was spreading the cheeks, pulling apart the gaping hole, and forcing the bear to push out a rosebud repeatedly before he dug in with his fingers and tapped against the wet flesh inside.

And as the minutes dragged on with the bear begging for more and Kassam using a vibrator on his chastity case, KC found himself wishing more and more that he was in the bear's place, to be the one getting the rough treatment from the tiger. On top of that, he could feel himself sinking centimeter by centimeter back to the floor; the anal hook pushed insistently at his hole as the tension on the chain connected to his collar pulled it up into his ass.

Little by little, the subliminal rings on the screen rhythmically shrank, expanded, and brightened over time, just as the hypnotic frequencies grew louder and faster, as if washing away all the pesky thoughts that used to fill KC's head. Soon the tiny nagging voice in the back of his mind faded away completely. Memories of his life before coming into the dungeon seemed to blur and smear with a greasy film that coated and obscured them; desires he'd once held onto drifted away on a wind that blew through his emptying brain; emotional states like anger, doubt, independence, and defiance were snuffed out like tiny flames; and conditions like obedience, eagerness, and lust were amplified to the fullest. Before KC could recognize that something was truly wrong, his thoughts were meticulously replaced one at a time with a set of commands and actions to perform, with only blank white noise filling the empty spaces between them.

Kassam was mildly impressed to see that KC had supported himself for so long--he hadn't thought that the Border Collie would stay on his tiptoes and keep the anal hook out of his ass for this much time. But with his eyes glued on the real entertainment instead of the hypnotic porn he was playing, Kassam could see the physical signs of the canine's mental fortitude wearing away as clear as day. KC's neck had started to crane forward and his back was just beginning to straighten; his wagging tail had slowed significantly and his wobbling knees and feet barely trembled. The tiger's tail flicked back and forth in anticipation, and Kassam continued lightly stroking his cock, fondling the head and tracing a claw over his subincision while he intently watched KC sink further and further into submission. Any second now--

"Oh," KC gasped softly as his tail stood on end and he completely dropped from his tiptoes back to his soles and heels, forcing the end of the anal hook into his ass; the canine didn't even wince as the hook's 7-inch ball bearing plunged past his now-relaxed pucker and bulged into his rectum, the now-warmed steel rubbing roughly against the hot, tender folds of flesh inside. If he'd been in his original state of mind, KC would have been yowling and crying in pain. Instead, with his eyes full of rings and his tongue hanging from his muzzle, the hypnotized dog looked completely blissed out. KC, automatically relishing the feeling of fullness in his guts and the blankness in his brain, comfortably stood fully erect in every sense--his back and neck were straight and his cock throbbed proudly in front of him while he continued to stare up at the hypnotic video that had been filling his head with orders to obey.

"There's a good boy at last," Kassam smirked, enjoying the obvious signs of the "ping" when the hypnosis had taken over completely. KC was now in "sleep" mode--he'd follow any and every command without hesitation like a mindless drone, his original personality was completely wiped away and ready to be supplanted by a new one, and all he wanted was to be rewarded with pleasure for being an obedient boy. There was a basic level of feeling, of awareness, but in that black-and-white-furred noggin, there was no higher executive brain function, no wants or desires beyond the absolute base instincts of any other domesticated animal, no identity or sense of self--in effect, there was no KC, not anymore.

"Well, now that we've got you in the right state of mind, I think it's time we get into some more advanced training, don't you?" Kassam asked.

The Border Collie nodded obediently.

Kassam snickered. "Good boy."

The tiger released his grip on his cock and pushed himself out of the easy chair, leaving KC to continue staring blankly at the hypnosis video still playing. Kassam strode over to his toy cabinet and surveyed his options.

"Hmm...I think...yes, these will do nicely," the tiger murmured to himself, pulling out his selections. His hands laden with supplies, Kassam returned to his hypnotized captive and the easy chair, where he lay the toys he'd procured.

First, the tiger opened an e-stim kit he'd built and pulled out one of his most favorite little gadgets he'd constructed. Humming to himself, Kassam connected one end of the device to the hip-level wall bracket just in front of KC; the clip-on electrical box contained a sensor attached to a spring, which was in turn connected to a loop of cable, which Kassam now cinched around the neck of the compliant canine's scrotum. Kassam always loved how devious this particular invention was--the sensor in the electrical box could detect the tension exerted on the spring; once the tension reached a certain threshold of force, the box would send an electrical charge down along the spring to the cable loop, zapping whatever the loop was wrapped around--in this case, KC's testicles. And the more force exerted on the spring, the higher the electrical charge the box produced--so the idea was to stay as close to the box as possible to avoid getting shocked. Kassam flicked the switch to turn the unit on; right now, with KC standing still, the spring tension was below the threshold to electrocute the canine's balls, but Kassam had a way to change that in the very near future.

Next, Kassam opened the canister he'd brought with him and plucked the 20 inch-long, 11 millimeter-thick sounding rod from the collection of sterilized steel rods inside. The tiger grinned, so glad to have an extra-long sounding rod like this. He held the rod by one of the rounded tips and applied a generous dose of clear, viscous lube, smearing it over the smooth, cold length of metal.

"Alright, dog, now watch and learn," Kassam instructed, getting KC's attention.

The canine obediently looked down to observe the tiger hold his cock in one hand and use his other hand to guide the end of the sounding rod into his subincision. Kassam bit his lip in pleasure as he easily slid the sounding rod into his exposed urethra, stretching the pliable, sensitive flesh. His cock throbbed as the rod rubbed along the delicate tube's inner lining, setting his nerves alight, and Kassam growled as he twisted the rob between his fingers while plumbing his depths.

He sank the rod deeper, causing a visible bulge in the intact underside of his cock--the bulge disappeared when it met his groin, but Kassam kept going, pushing past the small muscle sphincters around his urethra until he reached that telltale bend in his taint. He flicked his wrist back and forth, thrusting the sounding rod in and out to push against the bend and stimulate his cock even more before he slowed and stopped. He rested with 10 inches of metal stuffed in his dick, with the remaining 10 inches sticking out of his subincision. The weight of the steel would've been enough to make Kassam's cock droop if he hadn't been supporting it with his hand.

Kassam then maneuvered himself to stand face-to-face with KC, straddling the spring connected to the electrical box attached to the wall behind him. The much taller tiger crouched slightly so his hips were level with the Border Collie's, and the tip of the lubed sounding rod kissed the head of KC's erection. Kassam wagged his cock up and down playfully, hitting KC's dick with the heavy sounding rod to make it bob for a few moments before settling into position again.

"Fuck your cock on the rod, puppy," Kassam commanded. "You can make any sounds you want, I want to hear how good it feels for you."

The Border Collie didn't hesitate. With his arms still raised and locked in the chains hooked to the ceiling, KC shuffled forward and clumsily aligned his cock to the sounding rod poking out of Kassam's dick. His member bobbed as he moved, but he steadied himself and soon rested the tip of his glans against the bluntly rounded end of the rod. KC gently gyrated his hips to rub the tip of his cock up and down against the metal, transferring some of the lube from the rod to his urethral opening. After a moment of greasing up the orifice, KC slowed to a stop--then he rolled his hips forward.

KC whined in pleasure and pain as the sounding rod pressed against the urethral slit in his cockhead; Kassam's cock twitched in his hand as he watched. The tiger relished seeing how much the little hole stretched as the Border Collie forced himself onto the rod--he knew KC's urethra just had to be so deliciously tight, and seeing KC struggle to impale his cock on the sounding rod was so tantalizing that it almost made Kassam wish he didn't have a subincision, that he could experience stuffing his own tight cock for the the first time again. There really was nothing quite like popping that particular cherry. Kassam rumbled in pleasure as he watched KC, on his orders, push himself forward on the rod. KC groaned as the first inch fully penetrated his urethra, opening it wide around the intrusive steel, but the dog kept going, huffing and panting while he heeded his master's instruction and forced himself further along the 11 millimeter-wide length.

Kassam wouldn't have been surprised if this were the Border Collie's first time sounding himself--his glans was swelling so much with the added mass of the rod and his urethra looked so narrow and virginal; the kicker was that the dog wasn't even consciously aware of violating himself like this. Then again, by the time KC's training was done, he wouldn't be consciously aware of anything anymore, not like he once was; the simple, dumb dog would be aware of his experiences and retain them, but on a much lower cognitive level. His brain function would be much closer to that of a regular dog, perhaps even a degree or two lower if Kassam got the mental conditioning right.

The hypnosis up to this point was enough to simply remove KC's original personality traits, hardwire a basic set of commands in his gray matter, and mess with his neurochemistry--he could still feel and instinctively respond to physical sensations, but any pain would just need a little extra time to be rerouted to his pleasure centers. As for further mental conditioning, Kassam just needed to imprint a new personality on the dog, and there was plenty of time to do that. The KC who Kassam had brought home from the bar would never emerge from the tiger's dungeon. And the dog who returned to Hightower Bar would probably go through many other first-time experiences. And he'd enjoy and endure them all, just as he was now in Kassam's dungeon.

Kassam watched with satisfaction as KC, grunting and groaning, stretched his tight urethra over the sounding rod, sliding his cock forward and forcing it to bulge just like the tiger's with the girth of the steel column inside it. KC rocked his hips, angling his cock for the sounding rod to better penetrate his urethral sphincters, and inch after inch of the reflective metal disappeared into the Border Collie's cock.

KC's cockhead followed the trail of steel until it eventually pushed up against Kassam's, then went just a few centimeters further to butt up under the tiger's subincision--the tiger could feel the pulsing warmth and the wide ridges of KC's opened hole against the exposed portions of his urethra. Kassam gripped both cockheads in his palm, squeezing them and the upper portions of both shafts.

"That's it, good boy," the tiger chuffed, gently stroking both cocks in his hand--the vibrations of his movements transferred into the steel, slightly jostling it back and forth. "It feels so good to fill yourself up with that steel, doesn't it?"

KC nodded. Kassam grinned and let go of the members in his hand.

"Go ahead and start thrusting."

Obeying Kassam's order, KC drew back five inches, then pushed forward again--the force of his thrust drove the end of the rod inside Kassam up against the bend in his urethra, eliciting a pleasured rumble from the tiger. KC drew back and pushed forward again, and again, and again, slowly building up a rhythm.

"Good, you're getting the hang of it," Kassam eventually murmured as he watched and felt KC work. "You're gonna get used to this--guys at the bar are gonna want to stick at least a finger down that puppy dick and tickle you from the inside with their claws. You want that, don't you?"

KC nodded dopily again between his huffing and grunting.

"Keep stuffing that cock," Kassam encouraged. He watched as the dog drew back, the wide girth of the steel rod dragged his urethral lips, pulling them outward before they sank back under the folds of flesh as KC thrust forward again. Before too long, the Border Collie's jerky thrusts became smooth glides, and five inches of thick steel began to disappear easily down the obviously hungry cock, the once-tight urethra now a much looser tunnel for the rod to bulge into.

"Yeah, that's it, it's like your cock's swallowing it now...nothing to it, huh?"

After another couple of minutes of thrusting, Kassam assertively stepped forward, forcing KC to take a step back. While this didn't do anything on the Border Collie's thrust forward, when KC drew back again, he winced and huffed, signaling to Kassam that the first low electric shocks had just coursed through his balls. KC continued thrusting at his current tempo, but every pull back was punctuated by a small spasm and a soft moan as his balls were zapped at the nadir of his thrusts.

Kassam chuckled, KC's spasms adding to the vibrations already assaulting the inside of his cock thanks to the dog's thrusts. "Oh, I bet you're just loving those little shocks, aren't you?"

KC nodded lazily in response--no matter the question or command, the answer would always be yes.

"Hehe, that's what I thought," Kassam grunted. "Go faster now, boy."

KC complied, increasing the speed of his thrusting--every push from KC sent the long sounding rod forward against the bend in Kassam's urethra, and every draw backwards pulled the rod slightly from the tiger's depths. The tiger groaned in pleasure--at the rate KC was going, it felt like the sounding rod was constantly rubbing against his most intimate space and eagerly knocking on his insides to continue further.

"Ah, that's a good boy. Now start pulling back more, make those thrusts longer," Kassam instructed.

KC did as he was told, adjusting the length of his drawing backwards from five inches to eight. As he pulled back further, his balls tugged harder on the cable and spring attached to the electrical box--the increased tension ramped up the electrical current that zapped his nuts, and KC began whimpering more vocally.

Kassam laughed. "That's what I like to hear! Keep it up, pup."

KC smiled dreamily as he whined--one of his new hypnotized commands was to enjoy his master's positive feedback. The shocks to his testicles felt like tight squeezes full of pins and needles, sending him into a greater state of pleasure as the thick sounding rod opened him up again and again. He pulled back even further, increasing the voltage to his nuts as he left just an inch of the sounding rod in his urethra, then surged forward and fluidly sank the whole nine inches of steel in his cock again. He repeated his long thrusts again and again, his tongue hanging out in pleasure and lolling back and forth with his movements.

"Good dog, keep fucking your cock on the rod and shocking those puppy balls," Kassam growled.

As the minutes passed by, clear beads of pre welled up from both cocks impaled on the sounding rod, making the glans slip and slide wetly against each other. Kassam fingered the sides of his subincision and tapped on the exposed portion of the sounding rod in his shaft, sending plinking vibrations into both his and KC's depths. He loved watching the smaller dog--who had once held himself in such high regard and tried to take advantage of him earlier that night--thrust into his crotch with the sounding rod between them. Kassam couldn't help but relish the fact that he'd broken the dog enough to eagerly give the tiger pleasure and subtly torture himself with every zap to his balls. And more than that, Kassam simply delighted in the knowledge that he was starting the Border Collie on the journey to stretching his urethra beyond recognition, which was just one of the holes he'd be working on for the dog.

Come to think of it, perhaps enough time had passed for the tiger to examine his handiwork.

"Been enjoying those zaps to your nuts, haven't you, boy?" Kassam eventually took up as KC kept thrusting. "Now that those drugs I gave you have had some time in your system and we've got your balls churning...I think we need to relieve some of the pressure in there."

KC kept thrusting away, not a care in the world except to do as he was told and listen for another command.

"Now pull back hard off the rod."

KC obeyed--he stepped back as far as his ankle shackles would allow, and the end of the sounding rod wetly popped out of his stretched urethra, leaving the 10 inches of exposed steel poking out of Kassam's cock once more. Kassam gripped the wet end of the rod in his palm, feeling the lingering warmth in the steel from KC's insides.

"And...cum!" he roared as he yanked the sounding rod out of his own cock with a wet pop.

KC mindlessly grunted and thrust his hips forward, rattling his chains. Thanks to Kassam's hypnosis, KC was able to cum on command without feeling any of the exhaustion or hormonal effects of orgasming--his balls drew up tight against his groin and his cock pulsed. KC clenched hard around the wide metal bulb of the anal hook still in his ass, and thick arcs of cum erupted from his swollen urethra, flying until they spattered against Kassam's hips and legs as the tiger straightened up and stroked his own cock.

"Good boy...very good boy," Kassam crooned, languidly masturbating while he watched the dog continue humping the air to shoot rope upon rope of cum like a fountain.

KC simply panted while his muscle kept convulsing again and again for a full minute--the flow of viscous cum never abated or diminished in intensity. Every gush of thick semen was just as gooey and voluminous as the last. It was as if the canine was just a cum dispenser--which he ultimately was, thanks to the compounds Kassam had injected in his testicles and prostate as well as the hypnotic commands. His nuts and prostate had been kicked into overdrive; the chemicals Kassam had synthesized were designed to hijack the organs and force them to constantly produce semen to KC's maximum physical capacity, then to create even more to perpetually replenish the supply upon every ejaculation. Even the smallest drop of cum that exited the Border Collie's balls was immediately replaced.

"Alright, that's enough, dog," Kassam eventually commanded as he flicked the switch on the e-stim unit to turn it off.

The electrical current no longer surged through KC's balls. KC immediately stopped humping the air, and like a tap that had been turned off, the spurts of cum ceased, with just a lingering dribble of white semen trailing from his glans and down his still-erect cock. Kassam--the striped fur on his hips and thighs coated and matted with KC's cum--dropped the sounding rod in his hand, letting it fall to the floor. He bent forward for a closer look at KC's cock, inspecting the stretched, gaping urethral opening. He had to admit, for a dumb, hypnotized slave, the dog had done a good job of fucking his cock on the sounding rod...but had it been good enough?

Kassam rubbed a finger across the loose urethral lips, feeling them spread and roll freely under his finger pad--the hole under his digit seemed almost cavernous. Intrigued, Kassam pressed down on the orifice, smushing the glans as he did so and trying to wriggle inside...but the topmost urethral sphincter was still too tight to admit his finger.

"Ah well, guess we'll need to go bigger...for longer," Kassam said to himself. He straightened up again and picked up the canister of sounding equipment he'd left in his easy chair. He reached in and pulled out the tool he had in mind: a 14 millimeter-wide, 15 inch-long, lime green silicone sound with a hollow core and subtly ribbed texture.

KC stood still, watching Kassam slather the flexible silicone tube with more lube. When there was a sufficient layer of lube on all surfaces, Kassam lined up the rounded end of the tube with KC's battered and swollen urethra.

"And in..." Kassam shoved the tip into KC's cock, eliciting a soft moan from the Border Collie as his urethra stretched wider than it had before. "...we go," he continued as he fed inch after inch of the ribbed silicone into the dog's erection.

KC grunted as he felt the enormously thick, wormlike sound forced deeper into him. The small, bumpy ridges on the sides sent a shiver up his spine, the pleasure only somewhat taking the edge off of the pangs as Kassam pushed past his urethral sphincters again and plunged even deeper than the metal sound went.

"Guh!" KC instinctively grunted and trembled--the tiger gave him no mercy as he roughly shoved into KC's prostate, making the dog feel like he was cumming again.

And that was the trigger Kassam was looking for--the tiger knew that in KC's hypnosis-addled mind, the pain was already starting to transmute into a delightful thrill. Any residual stinging in his guts that KC felt was turning into the most wonderful thing the dog had ever felt. Kassam continued pushing through the tight gland until he felt a sudden drop in resistance as the far end of the sound exited the other side of KC's prostate, and he easily slid the remaining length into the dog's cock. Within moments, Kassam had completely hilted the large sound inside KC's cock, from the tip of his glans all the way into his bladder--urine was already dribbling uncontrollably out of the open core and puddling onto the floor. Kassam caught some of the piss in his hand and smeared it over KC's nose, muzzle, and dangling tongue.

"Just a little treat for taking that sound like a good boy," Kassam chuckled. "I want to get you stretched out real good, so you're going to keep that in for a long time."

KC nodded and licked his lips for the remaining drops of piss that lingered on his muzzle.