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The Following Day

"No! No-no-no! Fuck no!" barked the Doberman.

Suddenly, Jake was intensely grateful that he'd planned ahead and had placed armbinders on Tiny before giving him the news. With the slave's two exercise-ripped arms bound in leather and tied tightly behind his back, this situation was well in hand. Especially compared to how things might have gone had the Clydesdale told him before restraining the at-the-time fully compliant pet.

"Calm down, bud. It's just a check-up. Stop acting like a pussy. You've been to see doctors plenty of times before."

"If that rhino is a doctor, then I'm the Pope. He's a pervert quack-job, man. A real sicko!"

Jake could hear the black leather binding Michael's arms squeak softly as it was put under great stress. The Overseer was suddenly glad that the Organization sprung for full-on bondage gear, rather than cheap (and breakable) prop pieces.

"Look, Tiny, I know you don't like the dude -- I mean, I certainly wouldn't if he brought a scalpel anywhere close to my sack -- but that doesn't make him a monster. He's just a guy trying to do his job, so he can go home at the end of the day. Just like everybody else."

Seeing the sour look his friend gave him at hearing that last line, the horse quickly moved on.

"He's just going to make sure you're healing well and that everything is in working order, before giving you a clean bill of health. Besides, I'll be there the whole time."

For a long few seconds, the canine looked like he was deep in thought, as if he were debating something with himself. At first, Jake had no idea what was going on the jock's head, but then a degree of understanding dawned on him as he recalled seeing the last picture in a series of photos Miles Aric had shown him:

Michael, tied to a bed, covered in his own (artificial) spunk, jerking off as fast as he could with panic in his eyes. Behind the Doberman, a rhino in a doctor's coat, pulling off his underwear to reveal a colossal erection just outside of Tiny's perception. There were no additional photos past that, but based on the dog's severe reaction to learning that he'll be meeting up with that same rhino again, Jake knew that something else must have followed. Something that the slave was desperate not to have a repeat experience of.

Still, Dr. Stone was the only doctor who both available and who understood what had been done to Michael's balls, so the pup was just going to have to suck it up. For now, Jake decided that it would be best if Mike didn't know that he'd seen some of the photos of his post-surgery hospital stay.

"What's the matter, bud? Like I said, I'll be there the whole time."

"... You promise?"

"You bet, man! We're in this together."

Sighing loudly, Tiny's shoulders dropped and he looked at the floor for a bit, before nodding his head in surrender.

"There ya go! Keep your chin up. No... seriously, chin up for a second, pup. I need to put this collar on your neck."

Bringing up his gaze from the floor, the Doberman's eyes snapped to the red collar now held in the Clydesdale's hands, which were already moving towards him to attach it around his neck.

Stunned into compliance by the unexpectedness of this latest humiliation, Mike could only ask, "...Why?"

Locking the collar on after adjusting its size, the Overseer smiled politely and replied, "It's just policy for when you're out of your Kennel, that's all. Stop worrying so much, man. It looks good on you, too -- even got the color matched up right.

At first, the dog was confused by that statement. The color couldn't match up to anything he was wearing, because he wasn't wearing anything other than the collar and the black leather arm binders. Then, looking down and see his stiff arousal pointing right back up at him, the slave's ears flattened in shame. Red collar... red cock. Subconsciously, he bit into his lower lip rather than pick a fight about something that was so uncomfortable for him to talk about.

With the arm binders rendering the jock's impressive strength mostly useless and the red dog collar on, Tiny's 'outside the Kennel' outfit was nearly complete.

With a quick movement of his wrist and hand, Jake attached a long black leather lease to a reinforced D-ring imbedded into the durable collar, after which he then produced a pink ball gag, that he held up in front of the Doberman's muzzle.

"Say 'Ahhhhhhh' for me, pup."

"Dude, this is some epic bullshit and you kno---Mphaaoohh! Aaooah!"

Having been waiting for the opportune time, the Tiny's Owner crammed the big, pink ball gag between the canine's teeth, turning whatever else the dog might have yelled into mumbled gibberish. Consolidating his victory, Jake wrapped the gag's black straps around to the back of Michael's head, before bringing the two straps together snapping their locking mechanism shut.

Taking a step back to enjoy the full, kinky view, the twenty-one year old college student looked his bud up and down, greatly enjoying the view even as his friend shot daggers back at him with his eyes.

Checking his watch, Jake mentally kicked himself for not getting Tiny ready earlier. They had to leave now, but if he would have had better foresight, he'd of given himself thirty or forty minutes to play with the pup. Even now, his half-hard horse meat was whispering to him that they could afford to be a little late. But as much as the Clydesdale wanted to show the puppy how fun bondage gear could be, he knew that it was unlikely that Dr. Stone would just hang around and wait.

If he was like most other doctors, he'd be both busy and arrogant, and the rhino was already doing them a favor by coming down to the on-site nurse's office, rather than making them drive all the way to the hospital. Jake knew that if he kept the doctor waiting, not only would he be making a bad first impression, but they might have to reschedule the appointment.

Instead, the horse settled for giving the Doberman a big bear hug, closing the distance between the two of them and wrapping his arms around the dog. Michael wasn't able to reciprocate with his arms bound behind his back, but Jake smiled as he felt his bud unable to resist humping against his leg a couple times.

Unable to resist the vibe the dog's humps into the mix, the Master softly kissed the side of the slave's gagged muzzle, and let his hands wander south until they were both gripping a enviably shapely ass hemisphere.

"If we weren't already late, sexy, I'd get on my hands and knees and let you mount me. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Getting a chance to disprove all the things our fans are saying about your rod on our forums. I bet you'd just love to plow my hole, laying on my back, gagged, with your arms held out of the way. Would you give me a good fuck, boy? Come on, pup, hump my thigh. Show me how you'd fuck me."

The idea of getting to put his bone into Jake was a lot more palatable than the thought of having to take a thick horse cock up his own near-virgin ass, and so, while being hugged and kissed by his Owner and Master, Mike closed his eyes and humped against the Clydesdale's leg for all he was worth. All the while he moaned and groaned through the gag, which didn't allow for any a single sensible sensible syllable to come through.

Acknowledging the fact that they were really and truly about to be late, the horse put a stop to the humping after just a couple minutes, before kissing the Doberman one last time and pulling him by his leash out of the Kennel.

As they walked down the mostly-empty florescent lit hallways, Jake couldn't help but noticed that the puppy had left a decently sized pre-cum wet spot on his pants' leg. Oddly, rather than being annoyed, the Master's only thought was that he wished he had been pants-less at time so that he could have made Tiny lick the mess up off the short-fur on his leg.

Making his way through the long, maze-like corridors of the building with the bound Doberman in tow, the horse observed that every single door had either a keypad, a card-reader, or both. He had of course picked up on this detail before today, but with the added context of dragging a fully-nude, fully-hard porn puppy around by a leash, the youth figured out that this was probably a counter-measure for slaves attempting escape. Without a code and without a key card, they'd find nowhere to hide while security made their way to them.

A sobering thought indeed, but for reasons Jake couldn't explain, the thought of his long-time friend Mike running screaming through the halls, banging on doors and pleading for someone to call the police while sprinting through this labyrinth of artificially lit corridors made his trouser snake reappear with a vengeance.

Looking back over his shoulder, the Master smiled at his pet, who was pressed up as closely against him as he could get, trying to hide his full-frontal nudity. The horse was suddenly tempted to insist that the Doberman walk out in front (with him still holding the leash), but it was too late.

They'd arrived at the nurse's office.

Holding his ID card over the rounded black protrusion in the wall until the small indicator blinked green, Jake entered the office, only to find that Mike needed to be practically dragged in by the neck for the last few feet.

Entering the sterile looking white-themed room, the Clydesdale nodded courteously to Dr. Stone and the lion nurse, who stood in the center of the room near the examination table.

"Mr. Parker, I presume." the large rhino intoned, "It's so good to finally meet you. This is Nurse Pussycat. Say 'hello', Pussycat."

The attractive maned lion, dressed a man's light-pink nurse outfit, flashed a friendly, if nervous, smile and softly said, "Hello, sir. It's my sincere pleasure to meet you."

Jake was just about to return nurse's greeting when the rhino cut in.

"Ahh, and there is my new patient, Tiny. I hear you're turning into one of my better success stories, yes? Great to see such a healthy color on your boi parts, there. There's always a risk with this type of procedure that the blood flow could be restricted to severely, causing all sorts of unpleasant side effects. But, from the looks of your happy erection, you're doing just fine. Though, it doesn't hurt to give you the full once-over, just in case. Post surgery care is always important! Now, come over here, my boi, and let Dr. Stone take a look at you."

Mike tried growling around his ball gag, but the overly-large impediment just turned it into a worried sounding hum.

Not in the habit of being shy around pets and slaves, the rhino walked over to him without saying another word, took the leash handle from Jake, grabbed the dog by his sack and then dragged him by both tethers (leash and scrotum) until they were standing by the examination table.

Looking back towards the horse and giving a curt nod of his head, Dr. Stone said, "This might take a little while, Mr. Parker. No reason for you to wait around while I work. I'll have Nurse Pussycat escort him back to his holding area once I've finished."

Thinking that the doctor was politely trying to give him an opportunity to take care of other business around the office, Jake replied, "Actually, I was planning on staying here through the examination. You know, moral support and all that. I'm afraid Tiny isn't too big on doctors. No offense to you intended, I'm sure."

"Oh, none taken, young man. None at all. Of course you are free to stay... if you wish."

Taking this occasion to look the room the four of them occupied, the Overseer missed the commanding look Dr. Stone shot at the nurse, who subtly nodded as way of response.

Walking over to Jake with a warm, welcoming smile of his face, the studly lion (who could have easily had a successful career in modeling) placed his hand on the horse's lower back, and escorted him towards the door -- the youth walking with the nurse, not fully noticing that he was being shepherded.

In a mischievous, fun-loving tone of voice, the lion said, "Actually, if you have some free time, I'd love it if you could show me the set. I find this all so terribly interesting. I heard from an employee that you film porn shoots here? How edgy. Please, give me a tour!"

Caught off guard by the nurse's forwardness, the Clydesdale returned the smile and said, "Oh, well, there's not much to see, and I'm not a very great tour guide, to be honest."

Opening the door and walking out with the Doberman's lifeline, the nurse's flattery continued.

"Oh, don't be so modest, Mr. Parker. I can already tell you must be quite proficient at your work. Perhaps you could... give me a demonstration?", Nurse Pussycat said, one the lion's hands lightly rubbing up and down the man's back. Seeing from the Clydesdale's facial expression and body language that the free man was most likely going to ask for a rain-check, the nurse played his trump card -- thrusting his other hand down the front of the horse's pants and fondling his package through his underwear.

Jake was about to reflexively protest when Nurse Pussycat leaned in close and whispered, "I've never been fucked by a big-dicked Clydesdale porn star, before... you wouldn't keep a poor kitty dripping and needy, would you?" as he ushered the grinning (and hardening) twenty-one year old out the door.

Michael failed to notice in time that his friend, and now Master, had left the room with the flirtatious nurse. Before he could begin making a ruckus to attract the horse's attention, the door had already shut behind the pair.

"Nmhhrrrphh!! Nhroooormmmh!" the canine yelled after him, but it was already too late. Jake had already left Mike alone with the rhino... who was still holding both his leash and his scrotum.

"Ahhh, there we go. Just you and me now, hmm? So what was that about you not liking doctors? Complaining about me to Mr. Parker, were we?" Dr. Stone punctuated that last sentence with a severe squeeze of the Doberman's testicals.

Unable to defend himself with his arms strapped firmly behind his back, the slave could only shake his head fervently "No!" while whimpering with eyes wide open in extreme alarm.

"No point in lying now, puppy. It's far too late for that. You'll have to be punished. Now... you can lean over the examination table voluntarily, and get twenty swats, or you can make me restrain you and get fifty swats. Which is it going to be, slut-puppy?"

Memories of his stay in the hospital with Dr. Stone flooded back to Michael, and, as much as it killed him inside to voluntarily follow the twisted rhino's orders, he knew from past experience the older man was always dead-serious when he made threats. Ears pinned down flat, the Doberman allowed himself to be bent over the examination table, so that his chest was against the table's padding and his muscular ass was sticking out into the area, fully exposed and entirely accessible.

"Good boy. I'd tell you to make sure not to make a mess by jizzing everywhere while I paddled you, but I already took care of that problem, didn't I?"

Fully recalling how badly the doctor's spankings hurt, the canine couldn't help but attempt to beg for mercy, despite this act being rendered moot by the gag. Nonetheless, the rhino deeply enjoyed the sounds the submissive was making, and was quite glad he was able to get the boi's Master out of the room.

Laying his right hand on the dog's decently curvy tush, Dr. Stone gently stroked the lad's soft short-fur, while the twenty-one year old tried to get his panicked breathing under control.

Feeling the doctor raise his hand from his ass, Michael's entire body tensed up and his eyes shut tight, readying itself for the blinding pain the man's forceful slaps would cause.

Instead, after ten, long, stressful seconds, Mike heard the doctor say, "Obediently following your better's orders... meekly accepting well deserved punishment... maybe there's hope for you yet, pup. How would you like an opportunity to earn a pardon from your punishment?"

Still remembering the intense pain of the doctor's last spanking session during his stay at the hospital, the canine rapidly nodded his head up and down.

Pleased at the slave's eagerness to please, the rhino nodded and continued, saying, "Good... good. You're going to give me hand's free -- and TEETH free -- sexual satisfaction. If you follow instructions, I'll forgive the twenty swats. If you fail to live up to my expectations, not only will receive all fifty swats, but I will also endeavor to make your life a living hell. This is especially true should I feel even the slightest nip of your teeth. Good dogs lick. Bad dogs bite. Do we have an understanding, slut?"

Not seeing any other alternative, and fully aware that the doctor could simply spank him and fuck him in his mouth afterwards with a ring gag, the Doberman submissively nodded once more.

"Excellent... let's get to it quickly, then. Regrettably, you and I don't have as much time together as we did back at the hospital. A pity, that. This being the case, you'll need to work quickly, and with enthusiasm. Now, stand back up so I can remove your gag. Don't forget: no speaking without permission or I'll get the taser and fry your eggs until they're scrambled."

Clearly in a hurry, the doctor quickly removed the Doberman's ball gag, which he placed on the corner of the examination table. Foiling the slave's attempt to avoid eye-contact, Dr. Stone gripped the canine's chin and turned his head until they were staring eye to eye, the rhino's rock-textured horn featuring prominently on his face.

"Remember what I told you, the last time we played?"

"... Yes, sir..."

"Then repeat it, for me. Tell me what I promised you."

"... You promised me that next time we met..."

"Yes? Go on, bitch."

"... That next time we met... I'd lick all the sweat off your sack."

"And...?"

"... Because I should spend some quality time with a real man's balls... the kind that get to cum whenever they like..."

Gripping one of puppy's shoulders in each of his hands, the rhino (who was much larger than Mike himself) pushed the dog to his knees and said, "Well, far be it from me to deprive you of a such a treat, then. As your doctor, I'm prescribing you a therapeutic licking session -- starting with my sack. Pull my scrubs' down with your teeth and get to slurping."

The last remnants of any hope that Jake would come back and save him fading away, Michael slowly obeyed, mentally willing the Clydesdale to use these last few seconds to open the door and rescue him. Instead, the puppy slave only managed to give himself a dramatically slow reveal of the doctor's tackle... which looked even more large and fearsome than he remembered.

Even though it was still mostly soft, it easily trumped Mike's meat when his was at its stiffest.

'This is all just so fucking unfair! Why are all these evil assholes blessed with huge cocks while I've never done anything wrong in my life and I get stuck with this?!'

His mental tirade against fate would most likely have continued, had it not been interrupted by Dr. Stone leaning his hips forward so that his impressive sack rested on the dog's sensitive nose. It smelled of musk, sweat, and faintly of Nurse Pussycat's scent.

"You've delayed enough. Get to work... and be sure to use lots of tongue. I want a nice thick coat of saliva on both of them."

Tentatively, Mike gave them a lick. Then another. And then another, until it dawned on him that he was doing it. He was actually pleasuring the balls of the very man who had ruined his own balls. As the Doberman licked, suckled, moistened, tasted, and cleaned the dominant rhino's formidable juicers, inevitably it occurred to the put-upon purebred that he could make the evil man's man-purse even more useless than his own. In a single powerful bite, he could maul the asshole's family jewels past the point that even the marvels of modern medicine could save them.

For some reason, keeping this thought in the forefront of his mind made the task bearable for the Doberman. As his tongue lavished Dr. Stone's eggs with indescribable pleasure, the rhino moaned in pleasure, completely unaware of the fact that he had misjudged the situation, and that one of his favorite pieces of his own anatomy was in terrible danger.

Closing his eyes to fully immerse himself in the joys that the dog's long, wet tongue were eliciting, the doctor failed to notice the somewhat crazed look the slave was making. Sharp, gleaming white teeth pressed closer and closer to the unsuspecting dominant's sack, the Doberman's jaws capable of generating hundreds of pounds of pressure, per square inch.

Slowly pulling up closer to the rhino's thighs so as not to alarm the sensuously distracted dominant, the jock readied himself to do what he always use to do when pushed: push back even harder. Taking in as much of the doctor's bloated, semen filled sack into his as he could, Michael's jaw muscles twitched in anticipation.

Taking a deep breath in and slowly releasing it, the canine readied himself to hold his clamped jaw shut no matter how the doctor screamed or struck at him and --

From somewhere behind him, Mike's keen ears heard the door to the nurse's office open.

'Jake!' he mentally exclaimed to himself, allowing the rhino's imperiled nuts fall from his muzzle as he turned his head in anticipation of spotting his friend, who, having remembered his promise to the Doberman, had returned to save him from the cruel doctor's clutches.

Instead, his eyes landed on a tall, strong polar bear that he'd never seen before.

"Ahh, Mr. Pierce. Glad you could join us. I was just having Tiny here give me a tongue bath, and I have to say, up until now he has been applying himself quite studiously."

As way of response, the tough-guy wearing the plain white wife-beater shirt grunted under his breath and said, "Don't think that's a good idea, doc. He hasn't gone through even a single day of serious training. How about his ass? That open for use yet?"

"I don't believe, so, regrettably. Though, if you're looking for a bit of ass-play, you could always give him his first enema."

"Hrumph... might as well. How about it, pup? You ready for Master Pierce to turn you into a water balloon?"

Michael didn't like where this conversation was going in the slightest, and so he practically yelped out, "Can't we wait for Jake? He should be back any moment!"

Laughing to himself, Dr. Stone replied, "That's highly unlikely. Nurse Pussycat is under orders to keep him busy for at least an hour. Right about now that slutty slave probably has his tongue halfway up the horse's intestinal tract. At least, he does if he knows what's good for him. He's spent enough hours hooked up to the TENs unit to know that, should he allow me to be interrupted while I'm working, his pathetic lioness balls will receive enough shocks to power half the city for a day."

Grasping at straws to keep the vulgar polar bear Master from interfering with his ass, the slave yelled, "Jake doesn't want anyone messing with me down there! He said so!"

Eyes squinting, Pierce strode around to the front of the kneeling submissive and said pointedly, "Is that true, boy? You better not be lying to me. That'd make me real fucking cross."

Too nervous to backtrack on the small fib, Mike answered, "Yeah, man, that's what he said!"

Visibly putout at not getting to introduce the canine pet to the 'joys' of overambitious enemas, the polar bear grumbled, "Well, in that case, we'll just have to double up on your mouth. You got a ring-gag on ya, doc?"

"Certainly." Reaching into his coat's pocket, the rhino produced a large ring gag -- clearly one custom fit to allow his massive length passage through and into the throat of whichever submissive was unlucky enough to earn the attention of the dominant. Knowing better than to protest any further with two Masters eager to find reasons to justify making his life even worse, the Doberman allowed the doctor to place the ring gag between his jaws and around his head.

"Perfect. Hey doc, one last favor: I need to borrow your cock for a minute or two. In this instance, bigger is better, and I'm not ashamed to say you got the rest of the room beat in the meat department. Okay boy, here ya go."

With a flourish of movement, Master Pierce stood behind the kneeling dog, grabbed the doctor's hips, and pulled the doctor in so that the rhino's entire length jammed down past Michael's soft-palate and into his throat, the thick, inflexible rod resulting in a series of spasmodic gag reactions on the part of the slave.

Winking knowingly at the other Master, the doctor's eyebrows raised in understanding as the polar bear pulled his fellow master into a kiss. Above him, the Doberman heard the two men really going at it -- passionately french kissing -- all the while his head was pinned firmly in place, held between the two unmoving pairs of hips.

Too busy trying to overcome the violent gag reactions he was experiencing, Michael didn't even attempt to use his tongue to pleasure the obscenely gargantuan shaft thrust into his mouth and down his gullet. Picking up on the fact that the rhino wasn't even bothering to thrust, the slave thought to himself, 'If these two assholes are so into each other, they should just find a room and leave me the hell alone.'

This was quickly followed by another, more worrisome thought.

'Hey, idiot doctor! I can't breath cock, dumbshit. Or didn't they teach you that at quack medical school?'

Beginning to feel lightheaded as his brain became more and more oxygen deprived, the canine started groaning around and through the man's shaft -- at first merely impatiently, but then in an alarmed fashion as the seconds continued to tick by.

As if oblivious to the plight of the slave underneath them, the Masters continued to aggressively make out, probing each other's mouths with their tongues. Feeling the slave pressed between them begin to buckle and spasm as the puppy experienced a distinct burning sensation as asphyxiation gripped his lungs. In response, the two moved even closer together, keeping the dog locked in place.

Tiny's neurons started sending out five-alarm-fire danger signals, as his body began involuntarily doing everything it could to get out of this dangerous situation. His arms fought against the leather bindings (to no avail). His throat began spasming around Dr. Stone's turgid flesh (much to the enjoyment of the doctor). He threw his body to and fro, only to be consistently boxed in by the two men's legs and hips.

As Tiny felt consciousness begin to slip away from him, he heard the Master Pierce pull away from the kiss and softly say something, before blackness took him.

"Wait until he goes limp, then toss him on the table for his enema."

Michael didn't even have enough time left to regret lying to the polar bear before finally passing out.