Day of the Dom

I used to be a man whose presence was hard to miss. I was large, still am, and my frame is a testament to a life of hard labor on various building sites over the years. But what truly set me apart was my fur, a thick, dark brown coat that covered me from my shoulders to my knuckles, from my neck to my toes.

It had always made me the butt of the jokes at work. The other guys on the construction site took great pleasure in poking fun at me, called me Bigfoot', Chewbacca' or their favourite `The Ape' and chuckling to themselves as they passed me by. I always took it well. I had a quiet confidence and laughed along with them, I knew who I was, and their jibes didn't have the power to unsettle me. In fact, I used to find a strange comfort in my thick coat of body hair. It was like it was a shield that protected me from a truth they couldn't see, deep down beneath the surface. One that I didn't fully accept was there either until I met Dom.

I had always been popular with the other guys at work, but my best friend at work was Mike. One the day I met Dom, we had just started a new job, it was summer, and wore as little as the rules would allow in the heat, the hair on my chest and arms spilling out of the sleeveless white vest that had become my trademark. We continued our work in the sweltering heat, our muscles straining as we constructed yet another office block that would likely outlast us both. It was a mundane job, but it paid the bills, and the camaraderie was surprisingly good. Most days, we'd share stories about our lives outside the site, and it helped the hours tick by.

But that day, the rhythm of our banter was broken by the arrival of another new face. A burly security guard, with arms that looked like they could crush a man's ribcage with a casual hug. His name tag read "Dom." He looked as though he might've been as hairy as I was under his shirt, with thick black hair showing above his collar and on the backs of his hands. I knew that none of the guys would to making fun of him about it, at least to his face. Dom had a stern, almost fierce look that nobody would want to mess with.

"What's his deal?" Mike whispered to me during a break. "He's been watching us like a hawk."

"Probably just making sure we don't steal any of the good tools," I replied, trying to keep my voice light. But there was something about Dom that set my nerves on edge, something more than just his intimidating size and glower. It was his eyes, the way they lingered on me, as if he saw something in me that no one else did.

As the weeks went by, Dom's presence grew more noticeable. He'd always find reasons to be near me, always making sure I knew he was there. He'd give me orders that were slightly different from the others, always pushing me a bit harder than the rest of the crew. The other guys started to catch on, teasing me about having a secret admirer in the high-visibility vest.

One afternoon, as I was about to clock out, Dom called me over to the site office. My heart raced. Was I in trouble? I hoped it was just about some paperwork or a minor infraction. But when I stepped inside, the room was empty except for him. He closed the door behind me, and the sound echoed like a prison gate slamming shut.

"You know, I've noticed something about you, kid," Dom said, his deep voice rumbling through the small space. "You've got a good work ethic, but you lack... discipline."

My throat went dry. "What do you mean?"

"You're too eager to please, too quick to back down." He took a step closer, his bulk casting a shadow over me. "But I think I can help you with that." His eyes bore into mine, and I felt a strange mix of fear and something else, something I didn't quite understand.

"How?" I managed to croak out.

"You see, I've got a bit of a hobby. Training boys like you to know their place." He leaned in closer, his breath hot on my face. "And I think you'd make a fine addition to my collection."

The words hung in the air like a thick fog, and suddenly the room felt much smaller. I tried to protest, to push him away, but my body wouldn't cooperate. It was as if his gaze had turned me to jelly. The next thing I knew, his hand was on the back of my neck, guiding me down to my knees.

"Open your mouth," he commanded.

And, to my horror, I did.

Dom's hand was firm and unyielding, his fingers digging into the muscles of my neck as he pushed my face closer to the bulge in his pants. The fabric of his uniform was rough against my cheek, My mind raced, trying to come up with a way out of this, but my body remained stubbornly still, frozen in place.

He unzipped his fly, revealing a huge, throbbing erection that seemed to pulse with power, it's base covered in a thick mat of black pubic hair. The sight of it both terrified and fascinated me, and my heart was pounding in my chest, my pulse racing in my ears.

"Look at it," he whispered, his voice a low growl. "This is what you do to me, boy."

The words should have revolted me, but instead, they sent a shiver down my spine. I felt something stirring within me, something dark and unbidden. I wanted to pull away, to scream for help, but instead, I found myself looking up at him, my eyes wide and pleading.

Dom smirked, seemingly satisfied with my response. He grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head back to expose my neck. His other hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made my stomach churn.

"Now, show me what you can do with that mouth of yours," he said, guiding my head closer to his crotch.

The taste was foreign and overwhelming as Dom's cock slid between my trembling lips. I felt his fingers tighten in my hair, pulling me closer as I struggled to suppress my gag reflex. The smell of him, the feel of his hot skin, the way his densely-furred body tensed with every stroke. It was all so wrong, but despite my confusion, my hardening cock left little doubt that I was finding his cock in my mouth to be arousing.

His hips began to move, thrusting into my mouth with a gentle but firm rhythm that grew more insistent with each passing moment. I could feel his eyes on me, watching my every reaction, my every twitch. It was as if he was reading me, learning my every weakness and exploiting it to his advantage. And as much as I hated to admit it, I was responding.

My cock grew hard in my pants, straining against the fabric as I took him deeper. The sounds of his pleasure filled the room -- the harsh grunts, the slick noises of my saliva coating his shaft. It was a symphony of dominance and submission that I never knew existed, and I found myself playing my part with an eerie sense of acceptance.

But the fear wasn't entirely gone. It lingered in the back of my mind, a tiny flame flickering in the darkness. What was happening to me? Why was I letting this brute of a man use me like this? But even as the questions swirled, I felt my resolve crumbling like the dust beneath the steel-toed boots of the workers outside.

When he finally came, it was with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the unfinished building. His warm, sticky seed filled my mouth, and I swallowed it down, feeling a strange sense of accomplishment. It was as if I had passed some sort of test, and although I couldn't understand it, I knew I was eager for more.

Dom pulled away, his cock glistening in the harsh fluorescent light of the office. He buckled his belt and zipped up his pants, looking down at me with a mix of amusement and something almost like affection.

"Good boy," he murmured, patting my cheek. "You're a natural."

Those words should have disgusted me, but instead, they sent a thrill through my body, straight to my core. I felt a warmth spread through me, a feeling of belonging that I had never experienced before. And in that moment, as I knelt there, drooling and trembling, I knew that my life was about to take sharp and unexpected turn.

He handed me a handkerchief, which I used to wipe my mouth, feeling a strange sense of degradation mixed with exhilaration. I couldn't look him in the eye, but I knew what he saw: a man who had just discovered a side of himself that was both terrifying and incredibly alluring.

"You'll come to my place tonight, boy" he said, his voice now a gentle command. "We'll start your training in earnest."

I nodded, not trusting my voice to respond. My mind was racing, trying to understand what I'd just become. A sex slave? To a man like him? It seemed so... so wrong. And yet, the very thought of it, the way he was giving me commands, the way he was calling he `boy' had my cock aching in my pants.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. I couldn't focus on my work, my thoughts consumed by the events in the office. The other guys noticed my distraction but thankfully, their teasing me about my body hair took my mind off it. I was grateful for the reprieve, though I knew it wouldn't last.

When I finally got home, I tried to convince myself that it was all a bad dream. That I'd wake up in the morning and it would be just another day on the job site. But as the sun dipped below the horizon, the reality of my situation sank in. I had a meeting with Dom tonight.

With trembling hands, I showered and got dressed, trying to make myself presentable. I picked out the cleanest pair of jeans and a button-up shirt from my closet, hoping to look as non-threatening as possible. I had no idea what to expect, but I knew it would be a night that would change me forever.

The drive to his place was the longest of my life. Each passing minute felt like an eternity, my palms slick with sweat on the steering wheel. When I pulled up to the address he'd given me, my heart was hammering so hard it hurt. The house was nondescript, quiet large and in a quiet neighborhood. The kind of place you'd expect a retirement-aged couple to live in, not a burly, dominant security guard with a penchant for breaking in new subs.

I stepped out of the car and took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. The door opened before I even had the chance to knock, and there he was, looking even more imposing in the dim light of the porch. He wore a black t-shirt that stretched over his muscular chest and a pair of worn leather pants that hugged his powerful thighs. From the parts I could see it was obvious that he was covered in thick black body hair, and felt my cock harden at the thought of his furry body touching mine,

"You're early," he said with a smirk. "I like that."

He stepped aside and gestured for me to enter. The inside of the house was surprisingly neat and well-kept, the walls adorned with various awards and certificates from his days in the military. It was clear that he took pride in his space and, by extension, the control he had over it.

"Strip," he barked as soon as the door was closed behind me.

I didn't question his command.

My shaking hands worked to unbutton my shirt, sliding it off my shoulders to expose my hairy chest. My heart raced as I unbuckled my belt, my jeans slipping down my legs to pool at my ankles. The cool air of his house kissed my skin, raising goosebumps as I stepped out of the fabric confines, now standing before him in nothing but my boxer briefs.

"All of it," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

With a trembling sigh, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear and pushed them down, revealing my thick bush. Despite myself my cock was getting hard. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the air thick with a tension that seemed to vibrate against my skin. Dom's eyes raked over my body, his gaze lingering on my erection before he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, naked and exposed.

I followed him into a back room, which was set up like a dungeon. There were chains hanging from the ceiling, a St. Andrew's cross in the corner, and a variety of whips and paddles lined up neatly on a rack. My eyes widened, and my throat constricted with fear and arousal.

"You're going to be a good little sub for me, aren't you?" Dom said, turning to face me. His eyes were dark with lust, and his entire presence radiated dominance and control. I could only nod, my voice trapped in my throat.

He strode over to me and took hold of my wrists, securing them to the chains that hung from the ceiling with a set of cuffs. My feet barely touched the ground, leaving me suspended and vulnerable. He then attached ankle cuffs to the floor, spreading my legs wide. The cold steel bit into my skin, sending shivers of both dread and excitement up my spine.

Dom disappeared into a closet and emerged with a black leather paddle, and my already hard cock had starting leaking pre-cum at the thought of this huge and hairy man disciplining me.

He stepped back and surveyed me for a moment, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Then he got behind me and pulled paddle, stroking the smooth leather with a tenderness that seemed at odds with the cruel intent behind his gaze.

The first strike was a shock, sending pain and a strange, thrilling jolt of pleasure through my body. I yelped, the sound muffled by the mask. He didn't hold back, and I felt each hit with a visceral intensity that seemed to resonate in my very soul. My cock bobbed with every smack, growing harder despite the stinging pain. The room was filled with the rhythmic sounds of leather meeting flesh, my muffled moans and Dom's deep, satisfied grunts.

"Count," he ordered, his voice a low rumble that seemed to shake the walls.

I forced myself to focus, the words coming out in a breathless whisper. "One... Two... Three..." Each number grew more difficult to say as the pain mounted, but the pride in his voice spurred me on. He liked that I was taking it, that I was his good boy.

Dom paused and wrapped his furry hand around my throbbing erection and thick bush, stroking them roughly. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

I nodded, unable to speak but unable to deny it. He chuckled darkly, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. "That's right. You're a natural sub. You just needed someone to show you your place."

Dom spanked me again and again with the paddle and, although I tried to be strong and resist within minutes my eyes were welling up with tears and I started to sob. I became lost in the rhythm of the paddle and the thought of submitting to this large dominant and hairy man. I don't know how much time passed after that, but when Dom had finished paddling me my ass felt like it was on fire and I was bawling and sobbing uncontrollably like a little boy.

I could feel Dom's hand caressing my battered ass as he whispered that I was a good boy, and for some reason this seemed to make things alright, and I don't know why but began to feel like being punished and disciplined by this dominant, hairy man was what I wanted as long as it made pleased with me.

"Such a good boy" Dom repeated, brushing his hand through my bush and chest hair "But you're a hairy boy, and boys shouldn't have hair on their bodies, should they pup?"

My stomach tightened when I realised what Dom was going to do. Despite the teasing from my colleagues and in school and college before that, I had always felt proud of my thick coat of dark brown body hair, perhaps as it made me feel more confident and masculine and thought of loosing it and being as hairless as a little boy made sob loudly again at the thought of humiliation.

Dom left the room and returned with a large set of barbers clippers, some hot water and a straight razor, while my heart pounded loudly in my chest.

"It's time to get rid of your fur boy, all of it" he said with a sadistic glint in his eye. "You can't be a proper sub without being smooth."

He unclipped the leather strap holding the paddle and placed it aside, replacing it with the buzzing clippers. I felt a cold sweat break out over my body as he approached, the sound of the clippers growing louder with every step. He started at the base of my neck, the cold metal grazing my skin as he began to shave away the hair that had once been a source of pride. I flinched at the first touch, but his firm grip kept me in place. The clippers moved down my back, through the thick hair on my chest, and down my arms, each pass leaving behind a trail of bare, sensitive skin.

The sensation was both terrifying and erotic. The vibrations against my flesh sent waves of pleasure through me, even as the reality of my submission grew more apparent. I could feel the hair falling away, my body growing more vulnerable with every snip. Dom worked meticulously, ensuring not a single hair was spared, and seemed to take special pleasure as the clippers ran though my hairy armpits, leaving them hairless and bald. The floor beneath me was soon littered with a carpet of dark fur.

He left my pubic hair for last, pulling it firmly with his fingers. "You're looking good pup, but boys bon't have bushes like this, don't you agree?"I just stared ahead dumbly, I ready looked and felt totally exposed without the thick hair on my chest arms and legs.

Dom frowned slightly when I did not reply and squeezed my balls roughly, making me gasp in pain. "I CAN'T HEAR YOU BOY" he shouted, "WHAT SHOULDN'T LITTLE BOYS HAVE?".

I began to sob heavily at the humiliation and tried to speak as the tears ran down my face. "A... b... bush...." I managed to stammer.

"So what should I do with your bush boy? Dom asked, his voice becoming calmer.

I didn't know why and how but with my ass glowing red from the paddling and my formerly-hairy body now almost totally smooth, I knew I had to make Dom proud of his new boy.

"Shave it off Daddy" I rasped, between sobs. "P... p... please make me your hairless little boy".

Dom needed no further encouragement, and with a firm hand pulled by cock down while the other drew the clippers though the roots of my bush, and with a few further passes my thick pubes joined the rest of my body hair in a pile on the floor.

When he was done, he stepped back and admired his handiwork, his eyes lingering on the soft, hairless expanse of my skin. "Much better," he murmured "Now you're a nice smooth boy."

The humiliation washed over me in a hot wave making me sob once again, but it was mixed with a strange sense of relief. It was as if, by removing my hair, he had stripped away any last vestige of the man I once was, leaving only his obedient plaything in its place.

Next, he picked up the straight razor and a shaving brush. He lathered my skin with hot shaving cream, the scent of mint filling the air. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he guided the blade over my body, carefully removing any stubble that the clippers had missed. Each stroke was precise, deliberate, leaving my skin feeling raw and exposed.

When he was done, he pointed to a large metal tub in the corner of the room filled with steaming water. He unlocked the cuffs from my wrists, but before I could move, he bent down and unbuckled the ankle cuffs as well.

"Get in," he ordered, and I complied, the feel of my newly-hairless body sinking into the warm embrace of the water making me sigh with relief.

Dom grabbed a loofah and began to scrub the skin on my arms and chest that hadn't been so exposed for decades, his touch firm yet surprisingly gentle. It was a strange dichotomy, this man who could inflict so much pain also showing such tender care.

"You're mine now," he said, his voice low and soothing. "You'll do as I say, when I say. You'll crave my touch, my dominance. And in return, I'll give you what you truly need."

I nodded, my eyes closed, letting the words wash over me. I didn't know what I truly needed, but something about the way he said it made me believe him. I could feel the shaving of my body hai already having an effect on me, making more submissive and compliment to this large still-hairy man. And as he washed me, his hands grew more intimate, caressing my cock and balls, teasing my nipples until they stood erect, I felt my body responding to his touch, my cock growing hard once more.

When I was clean, he helped me out of the tub and led me to a bench. He dried me off with a soft towel, his hands lingering on my bald cock and armpits, leaving me gasping for breath. He then guided me to a large, comfortable chair, which was situated in front of a mirror. He fastened leather straps around my wrists and ankles, securing me in place.

"Look at yourself," he said, his voice a low rumble. "This is who you are now. A submissive slut, craving the attention of a real man."

I stared at my reflection, the water droplets glistening on my freshly shaved skin. The figure in the mirror had the size and build of a man, but without any body hair I looked like a lost and scared little boy. My cock, barely average size to begin with, now looked pre-adolescent, poking out from my hairless groin. I didn't recognize myself, but there was something undeniably alluring about the vulnerability I saw there.

Dom removed his T-shirt and stepped behind me, the dense fur on his chest contrasting with the sight of the hairless submissive he had just turned me into.

He placed his hand on my shoulder, the heat of his palm burning through my skin. "Now that you're a good smooth, let's continue your discipline." Dom smirked "You're going to feel it even more without the fur on your ass protecting you".

Dom undid his belt, the leather whispering through the loops with a seductive promise. His pants hit the floor with a thud, revealing his hairy thighs and the massive erection that strained against his boxers. He stepped closer, his furry chest brushing against my bare back. I could feel his heat, the power emanating from his muscular body as he reached around to free his cock.

"You're going to learn to appreciate this," he said, his voice a dark purr.

He sat down on the chair, his hand guiding me over his knee. The sensation of his coarse hair against my smooth skin was almost too much to bear. I felt so small, so vulnerable, my legs kicking feebly in the air.

His hand came down hard on my right cheek, the sound echoing through the room. He began to spank me in earnest, his hand rising and falling with a rhythm that was both punishing and oddly comforting. Each smack sent waves of pain and pleasure through me, making my cock throb in time with the beat of my pulse.

I counted out loud again, my voice shaky and high-pitched, like a little boy's. "One... two... three..." The numbers grew increasingly difficult to form as the spanks continued, my voice dissolving into whimpers and pleas. I could feel my body growing weaker, my muscles turning to mush as I lay helpless across his hairy thighs.

Dom's hand was relentless, turning my ass a deep shade of red. My eyes watered and my vision swam, but I couldn't tear my gaze away from the mirror. The sight of his furry hand coming down on my hairless flesh, the stark contrast of our bodies, was a visual representation of our new dynamic. I was his, utterly and completely, and the thought made me feel a mix of fear and a strange, desperate longing.

"You're doing so well," he cooed, his hand never pausing. "Such a good little pup"

I sobbed uncontrollably as the spanking went on. The pain was overwhelming, but so was the feeling of submission. I had never felt so alive, so alive in the throes of pain and pleasure. And as my body grew limp, my sobs turning to gasps for air, I knew that I was his.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Dom's hand stopped. I hung there, my body limp in the aftermath. He stroked my reddened ass gently, his touch almost tender. "Good boy," he murmured. "So obedient."

He helped me to my feet, and I swayed, my legs unsteady from the intense experience. He led me to the bed, his furry chest brushing against my bare skin as we moved and I felt a sense of homecoming as I collapsed onto the mattress. Dom had a wall of thick, black hair that covered his chest, stomach, and trailed down to his crotch. The sight of his hairy body was overwhelming, and I noticed Dom's muscles rippled as he moved, the light playing off his fur as if it were a living, breathing entity. His cock was a monstrous thing that seemed to throb with power, surrounded by a thicket of dense pubic hair.

Without a word, he climbed onto the bed, straddling me. His cock hovered over my face, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He reached down and stroked my cheek with the back of his hand, his rough skin leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "Open your mouth," he said, his voice a low growl.

I did as I was told, and he guided his cock into my mouth once more. This time, though, there was no hesitation. I sucked him eagerly, desperate to please him, to make him happy. His taste was intoxicating, a heady blend of power and lust that made me feel alive. I could feel his furry balls against my chin as he pushed deeper, and the sound of his pleasure was like music to my ears.

After I had eagerly sucked him, he lubed up his cock with one hand and my asshole with the other. The cold, slick liquid made me gasp around his shaft, but the anticipation was too much. I wanted this hairy, dominant man to fill me, to claim his boy completely, inside and out. And when he finally did, it was like nothing I had ever felt before. His cock was massive, stretching me to the limits of what I thought possible. I tried to resist, to fight the urge to push back onto him, but the feel of his hairy body on mine, the way his fur tickled my skin, was too much. I moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through his shaft.

Dom began to fuck me with a ferocity that bordered on brutal. Each thrust sent me reeling, filling me up until I thought I might burst. The pain was exquisite, a symphony of sensation that I had never before experienced. I could feel his furry chest hair brushing against my back, the smell of his sweat overwhelming me as he took me harder and harder. I was lost in the moment, my body no longer my own. I was his toy, his plaything, and the realisation made me feel alive in a way I had never known.

And then, just as I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he came. His seed filled me up, hot and thick, and the feeling of it triggered my own orgasm. I came harder than I ever had, my ass convulsing around his cock as I swallowed his load. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, a white-hot explosion that left me trembling and gasping for breath.

When it was over, he pulled out of me, his cock slick with lube and cum. He leaned down and kissed me, a gentle brush of his lips against mine that seemed to seal the deal. I was his now, and there was no turning back.

"Good boy," he murmured, stroking my hair. "You took it all like a champ."

The praise sent a warmth through me, and I couldn't help but smile up at him. I had never felt so used, so degraded, and yet so alive. This was my place now, beneath him, serving his every need. I knew that I would try and do anything to please him.

Reality returned the next day when I found myself back on the construction site, under the unforgiving glare of the sun and the scrutiny of my coworkers. The name-calling that I had received for being hairy became a lot louder and a lot worse when they realised that my top half at least was now hairless.

Mike was the first to notice as soon as I climbed out of my pickup. His eyes widened and he took a step back, his usual smirk replaced with a look of shock. "What the fuck happened to you, man?" he shouted, the loudness of his voice reaching every pair of ears on the site

Despite the heat, I had first thought to try and hide the evidence of my new life under layers of clothing, but Dom had insisted I wear the usual white vest, leaving my obviously shaved chest and armpits exposed. The humiliation washed over me as the other builders started to gather around and whistle, their eyes raking over my bare skin with a mix of confusion and amusement. "It's just... it was too hot," I stammered, feeling my cheeks heat up.

"Who shaved the ape?" one of them called out, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "What, you trying to get all sexy for us?"

Their laughter was like knives, slicing through the last vestiges of my pride. But I held my head high, refusing to show them just how much their words affected me.

"And what about the rest of you?" Mike asked loudly, his eyes dropping to my crotch. "Have you done your cock and balls too?"

"Fuck off, Mike," I managed to say, though it came out weaker than I intended.

Their teasing grew bolder, their questions more intrusive. Why had I shaved my chest and pits? Had I shaved my ass too? It was all I could do not to scream the truth at them: that I was now Dom's property, that my body was his playground. I realised that despite their taunts I was taking some comfort from feeling Dom's semen, still in my ass from last night's ejaculation.

But I kept my mouth shut, enduring their jibes with a stoicism that surprised even me. I focused on the job at hand, the physical labor a welcome distraction from the mental turmoil that threatened to consume me.

As the day dragged on, the weight of my secret grew heavier. I couldn't help but glance down at my chest every so often, I had been so used to the thick hair there that its vulnerability and smoothness was a constant reminder of my submission. And yet, even as I felt their eyes on me, I felt a strange sense of pride. I was different now, marked as someone special, someone who could give and receive pleasure in ways they could never understand.

Dom had told me to be proud of who I was, to embrace my new role. And as much as it terrified me, I found myself doing just that. I worked harder than ever before, pushing my body to its limits, driven by the knowledge that I would be rewarded for my obedience.

When the day finally ended and the last of the workers had left the site, I couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and anticipation. I knew I was going to go back to Dom's tonight, back to the dungeon where I had been reborn. And as much as I hated to admit it, I was looking forward to it.

The drive to Dom's was agonising, every bump in the road sending jolts of pain through my still- reddened ass. But I knew what was waiting for me, and the thought of his furry chest, his firm grip, his commanding voice, had my cock hardening in anticipation.

As I pulled into my driveway, I took a deep breath and steeled myself for what was to come. Last night was just the beginning. I was now ready to embrace whatever twisted delights Dom had in store for his new submissive plaything. Walking into the dungeon, I could feel the weight of my new reality pressing down on m, its walls lined with tools of pleasure and pain. I knew my place here, and as I approached him, I couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and excitement.

"Strip," he commanded, his voice deep and authoritative. I didn't hesitate, peeling off my clothes and laying bare my shaved body. The chill of the room made my nipples harden into little peaks, and I could feel my cock swelling with anticipation.

"Tell me about your day," he said, his eyes glinting with curiosity. "How did it feel to show your new look to your colleagues?"

I swallowed hard, feeling the heat of embarrassment creep up my neck. "They... they noticed," I began, my voice trembling slightly. "They laughed, called me names. It was... it was humiliating, Daddy."

The words sent a thrill through me, and I felt a strange sense of pride. Despite the pain and the humiliation, I had done as he asked, and now I was here, ready to serve him. And I realised that I had started calling him `Daddy' only after I had stated doing it.

He leaned in close, his breath hot on my ear. "Now, tell me every detail. How they looked at you, what they said. I want to hear it all."

I recounted the day's events, the cruel jibes of my coworkers, the way their eyes lingered on my bare chest and armpits, the way they suspected that my bush had been shaved off too. With every word, I felt myself sinking deeper into my role, my eyes starting to tear up as I remembered the way my work colleagues had treated me, but my cock was getting undeniably hard again, the humiliation morphing into a strange kind of arousal.

Dom's hand trailed down my shaved body, his thick fingers teasing my nipples until they were stiff and sensitive. "I saw you. You enjoyed the attention, didn't you?"

I nodded, my voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Daddy."

He chuckled, a dark sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Of course you did," he said. "That's what makes you such a natural sub."

"You're going to keep yourself totally smooth for me from now on. Understand boy?" I gulped, the continuing humiliation act work, then at the gym, and from everyone that saw me was going to be unbearable, but I knew that I needed to be kept like this.

"Yes, Daddy" I replied, stifling a small sob. "I want to be hairless for you. It will make me appreciate the feel of your hairy masculine body when you hold me and fill my shaved ass even more" I then blurted out, unable to stop myself.

Dom smiled and gave my balls a couple light taps. He the stood up and moved to a chest at the side of the room, opening it to reveal a variety of metal devices. He selected a small steel chastity cage, the bars gleaming in the low light. "We need to get your mind off your own cock, so you can concentrate on mine" he said, holding it up for me to see. "This is going to help you".

The cage looked tiny, much too small for my admittedly-average sized cock. The thought of being locked away, denied my own pleasure, was terrifying. But as he approached me with it, I felt a strange thrill. He was going to take away my access to my own cock, to show everyone even more that I belonged to him.

With a firm grip, he pushed my cock down and snapped the cage into place, locking it with a click that seemed to echo through the room. The metal was heavy and cold against the smoothness of my crotch, and the cage felt tight, almost painful. My hairless cock looked even more small and insignificant, nestled in the security of its steel bars.

"You'll wear this whenever you're not with me," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "And even when you are, it'll stay on unless I decide otherwise. It's time for you to get used to being my cum dump, my little boy who needs his daddy to let him out to play."

He laughed at the look of horror on my face. "Don't worry," he said, "you'll get used to it. And if you're a good boy, very occasionally I might let you out to play with me."

"You'll need also need to get used to sitting down to piss boy. Most of it will go down your leg if try that that standing up now" Dom added. The queasiness in my stomach increased as I realised he was right. Even if I did try to piss at the urinal, someone would see the shiny metal cage and minutes later the whole building site would know about it. It tried not to think about how I would explain to the guys that I always need to go into a cubical. This was going to get suspicious sooner or later, and I further realised that the site was going to learn about my cage sooner or later.

Dom went back to the cabinet, and the next thing I knew, he was pushing a huge dildo into my hand. "We also need to get your ass used to getting fucked, so consider this as your new best friend," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "Use it until you cum from the feeling of it in your ass. That's your homework for tonight."

I stared at the monstrous toy, my heart racing. It was easily larger than his giant cock, and the thought of taking it was terrifying. But I knew better than to argue. "Yes, Daddy," I said, my voice small and meek.

With trembling hands, I lubed up the dildo and began to push it into my ass. The pressure was intense, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from crying out. Dom watched me, his expression a mix of amusement and satisfaction as I worked the toy into my body.

"That's it," he said, his hand coming down to give my ass a firm squeeze. "Take it like the good little pup you are."

I pushed it in further, feeling my body stretch and accommodate the girth. The feeling was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that made my head spin. I began to move it in and out, the slickness of the lube making it slide in easier with every stroke.

"Good boy," he murmured, his hand still squeezing my ass. "You're going to love feeling full all the time."

The dildo hit my prostate with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure through me. I moaned, the sound muffled by the gag. My cock, trapped in the cage, strained against the metal, desperate for relief. But I knew better than to touch it. I had to get used to the rule that my cock was for his use now, and his use one.

I worked the dildo in and out, trying to make it as direct As possible, but with every other stroke my hand would hit the red welts on my ass where Dom had disciplined me the night before, and I would wince from the pain, and from anticipation of the future paddlings and spankings still to come.

Slowly but surely the action of the dildo began to have its effect, and I started to feel my prostate orgasm build. It was strange, climaxing without my cock being involved at all. But the sensation was undeniable, my ass gripped the dildo pulling it in deeper, and a pressure building in my belly that I had never felt before.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I came with a muffled scream, my body convulsing as the dildo filled me up. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of euphoria and despair that left me trembling and weak.

When it was over, I collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweating. With cum still leaking out of the chastity cage, Dom lifted up my balls and removed the dildo with his furry hand. "Good job, pup," he said, a hint of pride in his voice. "You're learning so quickly." And as I lay there, panting and spent, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of accomplishment. I was his, and that was all that mattered.

"Now, remember the rules," Dom said, his voice a low purr. "Keep yourself shaved, wear your vest, and get used to coming from your ass. Your cock is mine now, and you'll only get to use it when I say so."

I nodded, the reality of my new life sinking in. The thought of going to work tomorrow with my hairless body on display again was mortifying, but the fear was laced with excitement. I was his, and the idea of being so openly marked thrilled me in ways I never thought possible.

"And if you're ever feeling frustrated," Dom continued, a glint in his eye, "just remember that all you have to do is ask. You'll beg for my cock, I'm sure of it."

He stood up, his own cock still hard and glistening with lube. "Now, go clean up and get dressed," he ordered. "You've got work in the morning, and I want you looking your best for your colleagues."

I stumbled to the bathroom, my legs still wobbly from the intense session, and cleaned the cum and lube from my body. When I returned to the bedroom, Dom had laid out a fresh set of clothes for me. The vest that would do nothing to hide my shaved state, with which I knew every movement would be a reminder of my submission. But as I pulled it on, the fabric brushing against my sensitive skin, I felt a strange sense of pride.

The next day at work was agonising. The guys laughed and pointed at my shaved armpits and chest right away, and the teasing started up again. But I held my head high, knowing that each snicker and jeer was just making me more of a boy in Dom's eyes.

But the real trouble started when I bent over to pick up a dropped tool, and the metal chastity cage pressed against my pants, creating an unmistakable bulge. The laughter grew louder, and Mike couldn't resist poking at it. "What the hell is that?" he exclaimed, his eyes wide with curiosity.

My face burned, and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I knew I couldn't tell them the truth, but I also knew I couldn't lie to them. So, I did the only thing I could think of. "It's a... a medical device," I mumbled, hoping they'd buy it.

But they weren't so easily fooled. "Come on, man, spill it," Mike said, his hand still on the bulge. "What the hell are you hiding in there?"

I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. "It's none of your business," I managed to get out, though it sounded more like a whine than the firm rebuke I had hoped for.

Their laughter grew louder, and I could feel myself shrinking under their gaze. They were like a pack of hyenas, circling in for the kill, and I was the wounded gazelle. "Looks like our little smooth little boy has a new toy," one of them taunted. "Did you get it from your Daddy?".

The word 'boy' hung in the air, and for a moment, I thought they had somehow found out. But no, they just thought it was a joke, a way to rile me up. Little did they know how close to the truth they actually were.

I tried to ignore them, to focus on my work, but the bulge was a constant reminder of my submission. And with every laugh, every snicker, the humiliation grew. I had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

But Dom had given me an order to be proud of who I was, and so I tried. They didn't understand, and they never would. This was my secret, my burden to bear, and somehow, that made it almost bearable. The rest of the day was a blur, a series of painful interactions and snide comments. But I endured it all, knowing that at the end of the day, I would be back in Dom's arms, back in the safety of the dungeon where I truly belonged.

When the whistle finally blew, I couldn't get out of there fast enough. The drive home was a blur of traffic lights and taunting memories. But when I pulled into the garage, I took a deep breath and steeled myself for what was to come.

The house was silent as I let myself in, the chastity cage a cold, constant presence between my legs. I made my way to the bedroom, my steps echoing in the empty hallway. I knew Dom was watching me, probably enjoying the sight of his boy, humiliated and desperate for his touch.

I stripped off my work clothes, the fabric sticking to my sweaty skin, and I lay on the bed, my legs spread, and waited for him to come to me.

When he finally did, his furry chest and muscular arms seemed to fill the room. He looked at me with a mix of amusement and affection, and I felt a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the pain in my ass. "Good boy," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "You wore it all day, just like I asked."

He unlocked the cage, and my cock sprang free, desperate for attention. But he ignored it, instead running his fingers over the smooth skin of my chest and down my stomach. "You're mine," he murmured, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "And I'm going to make sure everyone knows it."

He led me to the bathroom, his hand firm on the back of my neck. He pointed to the toilet and nodded to the cage around my cock. "You know the drill," he said, a wicked glint in his eye.

I stared at the toilet, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I had never pissed sitting down before, but I knew that was what he wanted. I lowered myself onto the cold porcelain, my legs shaking as I tried to position the cage over the bowl. The hole in the cage was just wide enough to allow me to urinate without making a mess, but the feeling was so alien, so degrading.

The guys at work had noticed the bulge in my pants, the cage making it impossible to hide. They had made jokes, poking and prodding at it, and I had felt so small, so humiliated. But here, in front of Dom, I was his little boy and I had to perform for him.

As the last drops fell into the toilet, I looked up at him, my eyes filled with unshed tears. "Good boy," he said, his voice gentle as he petted my head. "Now, let's get you cleaned up."

He unlocked the cage, and then led me to the sink and began to wash my cock with a soft cloth, his touch surprisingly tender. The cold water stung against my sensitive skin, but I didn't protest. I was his, and I knew better than to argue. He took his time, making sure every inch of me was clean before taking out a disposable razor and shaving away the small amount of stubble around my cock and balls. Dom then snapped the cage back into place.

He then led me back to the bed, and I lay on my back with my legs wide open for him. His furry body hovered over me, his cock thick and erect. He took a moment to admire me, his eyes lingering on my shaved body, and the metal bars of the chastity cage trapping my cock. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "So perfect."

With one swift movement, he slammed into me, his cock filling me up completely. I gasped, my body arching off the bed. The pleasure was so intense it was almost unbearable. I stared up at him, my eyes wide with a mix of pain and pleasure as he began to move, his furry stomach brushing against my smooth skin with every thrust. The sight of his hairy body moving over me, the feel of his fur against my bare skin, was like nothing I had ever experienced before.

Dom fucked me harder, his rhythm growing more intense with every stroke. I could feel his cock hit my prostate with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure through me that were so strong they were almost painful. My cock strained against the bars of the cage, desperate for release, but I knew that wasn't coming. This was about him, about showing me who was in control. And as much as it hurt, as much as I wanted to come, I knew that I couldn't until he allowed it.

The pressure built up inside me, my body begging for relief. I could feel my orgasm approaching, a crescendo of sensation that seemed to go on forever. And then, just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he reached down and squeezed my balls, cutting off my climax. "Not yet, pup," he growled, his eyes glinting with a dark pleasure.

He fucked me like that for what felt like hours, bringing me to the edge and then pulling back. My body was a live wire, every nerve ending singing with need. And then, finally, he let go. I came with a scream, my body spasming around his cock as he filled me with his hot seed. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pain that seemed to go on forever.

When he was done, he pulled out of me, his cock glistening with our combined fluids. He leaned down and kissed me, his furry chest pressing against my heaving form. "Good boy," he murmured. "You're learning so well."

The chastity cage remained in place, a reminder of my submission. But as I lay there, panting and spent, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride. I had taken his cock, his dominance, and I had enjoyed it. I was his, and there was no going back.

Dom reached into a drawer beside the bed and pulled out a small, black buttplug. "This is your new best friend," he said, his voice a low purr. "From now on, you'll keep this in your ass at all times."

My eyes widened at the sight of the toy. It was smaller than the dildo he had used before, but the idea of having something in me all the time was terrifying. "Why?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

"It'll keep you nice and open for me," he said, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "And it'll ensure that when I come in your ass, my cum stays in you. You're going to be a walking, talking cum-dumpster, pup."

The humiliation was intense, but the thought of being filled with his seed at all times was also oddly arousing. I nodded, my cheeks burning, and he leaned in to kiss me, his furry chest pressing into my skin. "Good boy," he murmured against my mouth.

He lubed up the plug and pressed it against my sore, abused hole. The sensation of being filled again was almost too much, but I bore it, my body stretching to accommodate the intrusion. The plug slid in with surprising ease, and the feeling of fullness was almost comforting.

"This is your new rule," he repeated, his voice firm. "You will keep this plug in at all times, unless I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?"

I nodded again, unable to find my voice. The reality of my situation was sinking in, and it was both terrifying and thrilling. "Yes, Sir," I managed to get out.

He leaned back, admiring his handiwork. "Now, go get dressed," he said, his voice a gentle command. "You've got to get used to this before work tomorrow."

I stood up, the plug in place, and made my way to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I saw a new person staring back at me. A hairless submissive, with my cock locked away and a plug in my ass. The thought made me shiver with anticipation.

The next day at work was a constant battle. The plug was a constant presence, and every time I moved or bent over, I could feel it shift inside me. I was sure that the guys had noticed that something more was off in addition to my bald armpits and the bulge in the front of my pants from the chastity cage, but they didn't know the truth. They had no idea that I was wearing a buttplug, that my ass was kept open and ready for Dom at all times.

The teasing had died down since the day before, but I could feel their eyes on me, the tension in the air thick as molasses. I focused on my work, trying to ignore the whispers and the glances. But every now and then, I'd catch one of them staring at the bulge in my pants, or at my hairless chest, and I'd feel a thrill run down my spine.

And then it started. The buttplug that Dom had so lovingly inserted began to work its magic, pressing against my prostate in a way that was both maddening and exquisite. I felt my body respond, my cock growing hard and leaking pre-cum through the chastity cage. I looked down, horrified to see a small wet spot spread on the front my jeans. I knew it was only going to get worse as the day wore on, and that despite what Dom had told me, I had to get rid of it fast.

I bolted to the bathroom, my heart racing. The metal stall was cool and quiet, and I slipped inside, locking the door behind me. With shaking hands, I reached down to remove the plug. The relief was immediate, but the sight of my own arousal on my hand was almost too much to bear. I washed up as quickly as I could, trying to erase the evidence of my submission.

But just as I was about to leave, the door burst open and in stormed Dom in his guard's uniform, his chest heaving with anger. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he bellowed, his eyes narrowed. "You know the rules, boy!"

I stared at him, the blood draining from my face. "I... I'm sorry, Sir," I managed to stutter out. "I am leaking cum, I... I... I think that they noticed."

"Notice?" He spat the word out like it was dirty. "They're going to notice everything about you, everything that makes you mine. And when they do, you're going to love it. You're going to crave it."

He grabbed my arm and yanked me back into the stall, slamming the door behind us. "Now," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You're going to put that plug back in, right now."

I nodded, too scared to argue. I bent over the toilet, my ass exposed to him. He pulled my pants down, his furry hand slapping my ass cheek hard. "You're going to keep it in, no matter what," he said, pushing the plug back inside me. I gasped as the fullness returned, the pressure on my prostate almost unbearable.

"And when work is over," he said, his grip on my arm like iron, "you're coming home with me. You're going to the dungeon, and I'm going to teach you what happens when you disobey me"

The fear was palpable, a living thing in the air between us. But it was mixed with something else, something darker. Anticipation. I knew that the punishment would be severe, that he would push me to my limits. And I craved it, I needed it.

The rest of the day was a blur of embarrassment and pleasure, my body betraying me at every turn. I could feel the plug with every move, every step. I'm sure the guys at work had noticed the further changes in me, the wet patch in the front of my pants, and the way I flinched when they got too close, the way I couldn't meet their eyes. They had no idea what was happening, but they could sense it.

And when the day finally ended, as soon as I left the site Dom placed his hand at the back of my neck and led me to his car, my legs shaking. I was sure that at least some of my colleagues would have seen this too, and would begin to work out what was happening to me, and by who. The ride to was a silent one, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. The anticipation when I realised we were not going straight back to Dom's house was was almost too much to handle, my cock straining against the bars of the chastity cage.

As we parked on a rough looking street, Dom leaned down and whispered in my ear. "You're going to get a permanent reminder of who is in charge boy" he said, his eyes still shining with anger my disobedience "And that's just the start. When tonight is over you will never want to disobey me again. I will guarantee it."

Panic set in, my heart racing. What did that mean? Before I could ask, we had parked, and Dom grabbing my hand as he led me out the car, into to a nondescript building. The neon sign in the window reading 'Rex's Ink and Iron'. My eyes widened as I realised where we were. A piercing parlour. This was a new level of humiliation, a new way for Dom to mark me as his own.

Dom opened the door and led me inside, his furry hand tight around my wrist. A strange smell of rubber and disinfectant hit me. My heart was racing so fast I thought it might jump out of my chest.

The man in the centre of the room as huge, his skin covered in a thick pelt of ginger fur and his arms and chest adorned with tattoos. His eyes lit up when he saw Dom and I enter, and he strode over, slapping him on the back. "Hey, man," he said, his voice a gruff rumble. "What can I do for you?"

Dom's grip tightened on my wrist. "Hello Rex, meet my new boy. A week ago he was nearly as hairy as you are, but now I keep him clean as whistle". Dom then turned to me impatiently "Well, boy, strip. Show the man the progress we're making."

My cheeks burning with a mix of shame and excitement, I peeled off the vest and shorts, revealing my completely bare body. My skin was boyish and hairless, so different now to the furry, inked man before me. They both leaned in, examining me closely, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill at being on display like this.

Rex nodded approvingly. "Damn, you really took it all off," he said, his voice a gruff purr. "You look good, real good." He turned to Dom. "Shaving them down like this really does break them in, doesn't it?"

Dom smirked. "It does indeed. Makes them feel so much more... vulnerable."

Dom then grabbed my hips and spun me around, his hand pushing down on the small of my back so that my ass was presented to Rex. "Look at that," he said, his voice filled with pride. "Smooth as a baby's bottom, and just as pink from the spanking I gave him."

I could feel the heat of the room on my skin, my cheeks burning with humiliation as Rex chuckled. "Looks like you've got a good hand," he said. "But he's gonna need a bigger plug if you want to keep him in line."

"I know," Dom said, his voice dark with anticipation. "I got some real big ones I'm going to train him up to."

Rex laughed, slapping a furry hand on his thigh. "Yeah, I bet you do. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. First things first." He nodded at my bare chest. "You want to get those tits pierced?"

I stared at him in horror, my heart racing. "P-pierced?"

Dom's grip tightened on my waist. "Rex is right, pup. It'll look great on you. Two big, shiny rings to really emphasise your hairless chest."

The thought of having metal through my nipples made me want to gag. "But, Daddy," I whimpered. "What will I tell the guys at work?"

"You'll tell them whatever I tell you to," Dom said, his voice firm. "You don't get to have secrets anymore."

Rex leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "You can say you got them in a bar bet. Or maybe you're just a really kinky son of a bitch."

The two of them laughed, and the sound sent a shiver down my spine. I knew there was no fighting them, no escape from the fate they had planned for me. The sobs came then, my whole body shaking with the force of them. "Please," I begged. "I'll do anything, just don't make me do this."

But Dom was unmoved, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You're going to love it," he said, his voice a low purr. "It'll be our little secret. And every time you look in the mirror, you'll remember what happens when you disobey me"

The piercing was agonising, the pain searing through my body like nothing I'd ever felt before. Rex's furry paws were gentle as he worked, but the sensation of the needle sliding through my flesh was unbearable. I screamed, my body arching off the table.

"Hold still, pup," Dom murmured, his voice soothing despite the sadistic glint in his eye. "You're doing so well."

But all I could do was sob and beg, the pain too much to handle. When it was over, I was left with two shiny rings hanging from my nipples.

Dom helped me into my vest, his touch surprisingly gentle. "You're going to be the talk of the town," he said, his voice filled with pride. "Everyone's going to know who you belong to now."

I couldn't stop crying. The pain was unbearable, the humiliation complete. But as much as the thought terrified me, it also made me feel a strange sense of belonging. This was my place, at his side, marked with his rings, bearing his collar. I was his, utterly and completely.

Dom nodded to Rex, his hand still on my knee. "How much do I owe you?" he asked, his voice businesslike.

Rex winked. "How about I call it even if I can fuck his smooth little pussy?"

My heart stopped. "Daddy, no," I whispered.

But Dom was already smiling, his hand moving to the back of my neck to push my head down. "You heard him, pup," he said. "Be a good boy."

The furry giant stripped off his clothes, revealing a body that was almost entirely covered in a thick pelt of ginger fur. His cock was massive, and I could feel my asshole clench in fear and anticipation.

"Don't worry," Rex said, his voice a purr. "I've had plenty of practice with new guys like you. Your pussy will get used to it real fast"

He approached the bench, his cock bobbing with every step. I could see the hunger in his eyes, the excitement at the thought of claiming me as his own, even just for a moment. Dom stepped aside, watching with a smug smile.

"You're going to be a good boy," he said, his voice low. "You're going to take it all." I nodded, tears streaming down my face. I knew I had no choice. Rex furry body loomed over me. His cock was thick and veiny, the head glistening with precum. "Open up," he ordered, his voice a growl.

I obeyed, my body trembling as he positioned himself at my entrance. The plug was already in, making me feel so full, so used. But it was nothing compared to the size of his cock. Rex pulled the plug out of my hole and immediately pushed his huge cock in. The pain was blinding. I screamed, my body trying to reject the intrusion. But Dom was there, his hand on my neck, pushing me down, holding me in place. "Take it," he murmured. "Take it for me."

I gritted my teeth, trying to relax as Rex began to fuck me, his furry chest pressing against my back. I could feel the new piercings tugging with every thrust, but through the agony, I felt a strange thrill, knowing that I was being used, claimed by these two furry alphas.

Dom wasted no time in joining the fray. He stripped off his clothes, his own furry cock springing free, and leaned in to whisper, "You're going to take us both, pup."

I nodded, my eyes watering as he grabbed my face, pushing his cock into my mouth. The taste of his precum was bitter, but I sucked greedily, eager to please him. The sensation of being filled at both ends was overwhelming. And as they used me, Rex's deep, powerful strokes in my ass in perfect sync with Dom's shallower, teasing thrusts into my mouth, I could feel my own cock straining against the bars of the chastity cage, desperate for release.

Time lost all meaning as they took turns pounding into me, their furry bodies slick with sweat. The pain grew to be almost unbearable, but I never once thought of resisting. This was what I was made for, to be their plaything, their fucktoy.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I felt Dom's cock swell in my mouth, his furry balls tightening against my chin. He pulled out with a wet pop, and I watched in the mirror as he stroked himself, the head of his cock purple and angry. Rex came quickly after, and pulled out of my ass with a wet slap, and I felt a moment of relief before Dom's cock filled me up again. He grabbed my hips, his grip tight, and began to fuck me in earnest.

Dom fucked me as hard as Rex had done, his cock slammed into me with maximum force, until with a roar, he eventually came deep inside me, his hot cum filling my ass. I swallowed, choking on the salty taste, my eyes never leaving Dom's in the mirror. "Good boy," he said, his voice a low growl. "

Dom pulled out of me with a wet pop, and I began to feel a gush of his and Rex's combined cum dribble out of my ass, before Dom quickly reinserted by buttplug. I was so full, so used. It was all I could do to keep from collapsing.

"Alright, that's enough for today," Dom said, his voice firm. "But you never know, I bring him back to get his cock done."

Rex chuckled, wiping the sweat from his furry brow. "Looking forward to it," he said, giving my ass a playful slap. "Same charge next time."

Dom helped me to my feet, and led me back to the car. My body felt foreign, shaved, locked and now the painful rings in my nipples were a constant reminder of my new reality. The drive home was a blur, the pain and humiliation overwhelming me.

As we pulled into the driveway, I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. "I'm sorry, Daddy," I sobbed. "I'm so sorry."

Dom's expression softened, his furry hand coming up to cup my cheek. "Shh, pup," he said. "You've got to learn. I know that it is difficult." He leaned in and kissed me gently, his tongue slipping into my mouth, tasting himself on me. "But I also know that deep down this is what you want".

We went inside, and he led me to the mirror in the hallway. "Look at yourself," he said, his voice gentle"

I stared at my reflection, unable to reconcile the image before me with the man I used to be. My body was bare, my cock locked away in the chastity device, the piercings glinting in the light. I was nothing more than a hairless, ringed pup.

"You're going to get used to this," Dom said, his voice soothing. "Because it is what I want, and it is what you want to"

He stroked my back, his fur tickling my skin. "You're mine," he murmured. "And every time you look in the mirror, you're going to remember who you belong to."

I couldn't stop crying, the weight of it all too much to bear. "I don't know if I can," I whimpered. Suddenly Dom's expression changed from understanding to cold and determined, as he no doubt remembered the further disciplining I had earned by taking out my buttplug against his wishes.

"Look at you," he said, his voice suddenly dripping with mockery. "The big, burly builder, now nothing but a hairless little boy with a plug in his ass."

He took out the small key and I felt the cold steel of the chastity cage being unlocked. It fell away, my cock springing free and slapping against my thigh. The cool air hit my sensitive skin, making me shiver.

"Spread your arms," he barked, and I did, my palms pressing against the cold wood. He secured my wrists with leather cuffs, the sound of the buckles clicking into place making me flinch.

"I told you that you would find this hard" Dom said, his eyes gleaming in the candlelight. "You are going to be punished severely, so that you do not disobey me again"

He walked over to a table and picked up a long, thin tube. My heart raced as I realised what it was. A catheter. He approached me with it, and my legs started to quiver. I'd never had one before, but I knew what it meant. It was a tool of his control, a way to invade my body further, to take away even the most basic of my bodily functions.

He grabbed my chin, tilting my head up so that I had to look into his eyes, and then gave my new nipple rings a firm tug. "You're going to take this, and you're going to thank me for it," he said, his voice firm.

I nodded, tears streaming down my face. I was terrified, but I knew I had to submit. He knelt down and started to unroll the tube, the latex cold and unyielding. I watched as he lubed it up, his movements precise and practiced. And then, with no warning, he began to push it into my urethra.

The pain was like nothing I'd ever felt before. It burned and stretched, a searing agony that made me want to scream. But I didn't. I couldn't. I bit my lip and took it, my eyes squeezed shut. I could feel it moving inside me, deeper and deeper, until it reached my bladder. And then, the strangest sensation of all: a sudden release as my piss began to flow through the tube.

Dom chuckled, his hand wrapping around the base of my cock to hold the catheter in place. "Look at you," he said, his voice full of disdain. "Pissing like a little boy who's had an accident."

I felt a hot wave of shame wash over me, my cheeks burning. As quickly as it started my pissing stopped as Dom blocked the top the two inches of tube that came out of my cock with a clip, and started caressing my balls and the hairless area above my cock where my bush used to be.

"You're going to stay here all night," he said, his voice a low growl. "You're going to think about what you did. You're going to think about how you disobeyed me." He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. "You will need to piss, but you won't be able to piss until I take the clip off. And maybe, when I decide that you're sorry enough, and won't behave that way again, I'll let you go."

The thought of being stuck here, tied to this cross, unable to control my bladder was terrifying. I already felt that I had to piss, but the catheter made it feel like my bladder was a balloon filled to bursting, with no release in sight. Panic set in, my breath coming in quick gasps.

Dom stood up, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Take the time to think about what you did" He turned on his heel and strode out of the room, the leather of his boots slapping against the floor.

The minutes ticked by, each one more agonising than the last. I could feel the pressure building in my bladder, my body's desperate need for relief growing with every passing moment. But Dom was nowhere to be seen. I thought I could hear the faint sounds of him moving around the house, but he didn't come back to the dungeon. The pain grew, my body's need for relief becoming an all-consuming obsession.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. "Please" I whimpered, my voice hoarse from disuse. "Please, Daddy, I am sorry, please, let me go." But there was no answer, only the echo of my own desperation in the cavernous room.

The pain grew more intense, a throbbing pressure that made me squirm and tug against my restraints, but I knew that I had no choice but to submit, to accept my punishment. "I'm sorry," I called out, my voice cracking. "I'm so sorry Daddy. Please, let me piss. I wont disobey you again"

Still, there was no response. Only the steady drip of the candles wax and the sound of my own ragged breathing filled the room. I hung there, my body aching, my mind racing, Would he ever forgive me? Would I ever be able to prove my loyalty, my willingness to submit to his every whim?

I looked down at the tube sticking out of my cock and started to sob thinking of how low Dom had so quickly taken me. It looked obscene sticking out of my hairless crotch, and without my thick body fur insulating me, even the slightest draught against my skin make me tremble with vulnerability. My body started shaking uncontrollably, making the weight of my new nipple rings hit my chest. I could feel Dom and Rex's semen in my ass, secured by the buttplug, and tried to concentrate on that, hoping it would take my mind off the off the building pressure but it was no use.

The minutes stretched into hours, and the pain grew to unbearable levels. My bladder was a lead weight, I could feel that my face was red and my whole body was convulsing from the relentless pressure. And then, just as I thought I couldn't stand it anymore, the door creaked open. Dom strode back in, a look of satisfaction on his face. He approached the cross, his eyes gleaming in the flickering candlelight.

"I bet you are truly sorry now boy?" he asked, his voice cold. Dom reached down and gave my balls a tight squeeze.

"Yes, Sir," I choked out, tears streaming down my face. "I'm so sorry. Please daddy, please let me piss. I will do whatever you want, please make it stop." I started to blubber incoherently, my desperate pleas turning into sobs.

Dom moved his hand from my balls to the clip fastening the clip at the end of my cock, stood to one side and released it. The reaction was immediate, and a high pressure stream of piss shot out of my cock, landing on the dungeon floor. I was hoping the he would not punish me further for messing on his floor when just as suddenly, the clip was replaced. The agony of its return was even worse, making my whole body convulse.

"That's all you're getting for now boy". Dom, grabbed my balls again and tapped the catheter thoughtfully. "I will allow you to release the rest when you've been disciplined enough to know that never to disobey me again."

With that, he turned and left the room again, the door slamming shut behind him. I realised that Dom would know that giving me the slightest release would make the pain even worse, but all I could do was wait, and hope that when the time came, he would finally grant me the mercy I so desperately craved.

As the hours passed, the catheter remained lodged in my cock, I knew that Dom was right, that I should not disobeyed him and that he was right to punish me like this, I also knew that I would do anything to make Dom happy and proud of me again. The furry man who has once strutted with confidence and pride had become a shaved, shivering, and needy boy, reduced to begging for the simplest of bodily functions.

I thought back to the first time I saw Dom, the way his furry chest and powerful muscles made me feel weak in the knees. The way his commanding presence had drawn me in, even as I resisted. I thought about the first time he touched me, the first time he claimed me, and the way my body had responded. It had been like nothing I'd ever experienced before, a cocktail of fear and desire that had intoxicated me beyond reason.

And now, here I was, bound to a cross with a buttplug in my ass and a tube in my cock, at the mercy of this furry god. The thought of it all should have made me furious, should have filled me with resentment and rage. But all I felt was a deep and a desperate need to serve, to please, to be worthy of him.

As the pressure built, so too did the need to submit, to give in completely to his will. Every fibre of my being screamed for release, but I knew that release would only come when he allowed it. And so, I waited, my thoughts a jumble of fear, lust, and humiliation. I was his now, his property to do with as he wished. And in that moment, I realised that there was nowhere I would rather be than right here, suffering for him.

Finally, the door opened, and Dom re-entered the room carrying a large bucket. He was naked now, his furry chest and thick cock on full display. He walked over to me, his boots thudding against the floor, and without a word, he reached down and unclipped the catheter. The relief was instant, my bladder spasming as the pent-up urine began to flow into the bucket beneath me. I whimpered, my body shaking with relief.

He watched me with a stern expression, his hand resting on the buttplug that still filled me up. "You see what happens when you disobey?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

I nodded, and with tears streaming down my face managed to blurt out. "Yes... Daddy, I'm so sorry... I will promise to be a good boy from now on".

He leaned in, his fur brushing against my skin. "You're going to learn, boy," he whispered. "You're going to learn what it means to be mine."

I gasped, and as I the last drops of piss left my body, I felt so grateful to Dom for allowing me to piss that I started sobbing again.. I was his to command, his to use, his to train. And as much as it terrified me, I knew it was what I had always needed.

Dom carefully removed the catheter from my penis. It was a lot less painful coming out than it was going in and swore that I would never do anything to make him put in back in me again. A small dribble of piss landed on the dungeon floor as the last of it came out. Maybe it was due to the fear, or an effect of the tube, but my cock had shrunken in on itself making my hairless crotch look even more boyish. Dom locked the chastity cage back into place, it seemed nowhere near as tight as it had done before.

He then unbuckled my ankles and yanked me off the cross. My knees hit the cold stone floor, sending a jolt of pain up my legs. He handed me a sponge and a bucket, his grip on my shoulder tight. "Clean up. Get to it," he said, his voice like thunder.

I picked up the sponge and began to scrub a small amount of my piss from the floor. As worked, he stood over me, his furry hand resting on my shoulder, the pressure of his paw a constant reminder of his dominance. When I had finished, the floor gleaming with cleanliness, he took the sponge from me. "Good boy," he said, the first hint of approval in his voice since he'd found me taking out my buttplug without permission. "Now, let's get ready for the next stage of your discipline".

Dom led me over to a chair, one that had been modified with restraints and a padded cushion. He sat down and pulled me over his knee, my bare ass in the air. He then pulled out my buttplug, and I could feel some of his and Rex's semen come out with it. It quickly read down the hairlessness between my legs and onto my scrotum. I knew what was coming next.

"You're going to be spanked boy. Hard." he said, his voice firm. "And you're going to thank me for disciplining you."

I nodded, my heart racing. "Thank you, Sir," I murmured, my voice a mix of pain and submission.

"That's it," he said, his hand coming down hard on my ass. "Thank me for every spank. Thank me for making you into the pup you were always meant to be."

I yelped with each smack, my skin burning, my eyes watering. I didn't try to fight or to pull away. Because deep down, I knew that this was what I needed. This was what I craved. And as he continued to spank me, I felt a warmth spread through my body, a feeling of belonging, of being exactly where I was supposed to be.

With every smack, I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, my body tensing and releasing, my cock getting harder and straining against the bars of the cage despite the pain. The sobs grew louder, my breaths coming in gasps, and my body started shaking uncontrollably. And through it all, Dom's hand remained firm, his grip on my waist unyielding. He was in charge, and I was his to mold, to shape, to punish.

"Thank you, Sir," I managed to choke out between sobs. "Thank you for teaching me, for making me your pup." The words were a prayer, a declaration of my submission. And with each one, his hand fell a little harder, the pain a little more intense, until I was crying out with every stroke.

Finally, Dom stopped, my ass a fiery mess of red and white. He let me go, and I collapsed onto the floor, my body trembling. He picked up the plug from the floor where it had fallen, and without a word, he began to push it back into me, its passaged eased by his and Rex's cum. And as it went into me past the widest part and my hole closed around the flange I knew that this was my natural state now, and that I would feel empty without it.

Once it was in place Dom pulled me up, forcing me to follow him across the room. He stopped in front of a large mirror, and I could see my reflection, my face a mask of tears and pain, my body marked with the signs of his ownership.

"Look at yourself," he said, his voice softening slightly. "You're going to be a good boy from now on."

I looked into the mirror and saw the the cage making my cock look even smaller than it already was. Without Dom, I was just a hairless, spanked boy who didn't know his place in the world. But with him, with his furry chest and his firm hand, I was something more. I was his pup, his property, his to use and abuse as he saw fit.

Dom stepped back, his hand on his own cock, stroking it lazily. "You're going to love this," he said, his voice a promise of pain and pleasure. "You're going to beg for it."

I could feel my own cock straining against the bars of the chastity cage, desperate for any kind of release. But I knew it wouldn't come, not until Dom said it would. "Please, Daddy," I whined, my voice a pathetic squeak. "I'll be good. I'll be the best pup ever. Please, just fuck me, Daddy. I'll do anything"

Dom's furry hand reached out and wiped a tear from my cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle. "Anything?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You'd really do anything?"

"Anything," I choked out, desperation in my voice. "I'll be your good boy, I'll wear whatever you want, I'll take whatever you give me."

He stepped behind me, and I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. "I want to hear you say it," he murmured, his paws on my hips. "I want to hear you beg for it."

So, I begged. I begged like I had never begged before, my voice a desperate wail of need. "Please, Daddy," I sobbed. "Please fuck me, fill me up with your cock. I'll be good, I promise."

With a grin, he picked me up and carried me over to the bed, tossing me down onto the mattress. He grabbed my ankles and spread them wide, the plug still in my ass. "You want it that badly?" he asked, his voice a mix of amusement and hunger.

I nodded frantically, my eyes never leaving his. "Yes, Daddy. Yes, please."

"This will be the final part of your punishment" Dom replied, his eyes staring into mine. "I'm not going to fuck you again today."

"B...but.. please... Daddy...." I knew that if I could only feel him inside my ass again everything that had happened that night- the piercings, the catheter, the spanking, would have been worth it to make him feel happy with me again.

"No boy. Maybe tomorrow if you behave, but not before. Answer me back again and you'll get another spanking"

I shut up. I knew that I didn't want to anger him again, and that my ass couldn't take any more of his hand. I eventually feel asleep, feeling my new nipple rings against my hairless chest and the buttplug in my ass, wishing it was Dom's cock.

The next morning, the shrill sound of an alarm pierced the early dawn, jolting me awake. Dom's furry hand was already on my shoulder, shaking me gently. "Up, pup," he murmured. "We've got a big day ahead of us."

I sat up, my body stiff and sore from the previous night's activities. The chastity cage and the rings in my nipples sent a thrill of pain and pleasure through me with every movement. I knew what was coming, and a mix of dread and anticipation filled my stomach.

Dom led me to the bathroom, his eyes scanning my body. "You've got some stubble," he said, his voice disapproving. "We can't have that." He pointed to the bathtub, which was already filled with steaming water. "Hop in. We're going to get you nice and clean."

I slid into the tub, the warmth of the water a stark contrast to the cold fear in my heart. He handed me a fresh razor, the blade glinting in the early morning light. "Make sure you get every bit," he said. "And don't miss a spot."

I began to shave, my hands trembling as the stubble fell away, leaving my skin smooth and bare. The smallest signs of my manhood slipping away with each stroke. Dom watched me, his expression unreadable, as I worked my way down my body, not daring to miss a single patch.

Once I was done, he stepped into the tub with me, his furry body towering over me. He took the razor and began to inspect my work, his furry fingers tracing the contours of my skin. "Good boy," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "Almost perfect."

Dom unlocked the cage and without prompting I knew it was so that I could give my cock and balls a fresh shave so I did it myself eager to please him. When I was finished I put the cage back on.

"Please lock my cock away Daddy" I asked, and Dom smiled as he clicked the small padlock into place.

"You're going to wear this to work today," he said, holding up a thin vest. "Make sure everyone sees your rings."

I nodded, my voice shaking. "Yes, Daddy."

He slipped the vest over my head, the fabric clinging to my wet skin. He adjusted the rings, making sure they were visible before snapping the chastity cage back into place. The metal was cold and unforgiving, a constant reminder of my place.

"Look at yourself," he ordered, spinning me around to face the mirror. My body was hairless and marked, the chastity device and rings on full display. "You're going to make quite the impression," he said, his voice thick with amusement.

The drive to the building site was tense, my mind racing with what the other workers would think, say, or do. Would they know? Would they be able to tell that I was now Dom's property, his plaything?

When we arrived my co-workers immediately stared at me again, their eyes lingering on my chest, my smooth armpits, and my strange gait. I could feel the weight of the chastity cage between my legs, the buttplug reminding me of my submission to Dom with each step. The whispers started, a murmur that grew into a cacophony of jeers and laughter.

"Look at the little slut," one of them called out, his voice thick with disdain. "What's with the new bling?"

Another chimed in, his eyes on the rings piercing my nipples. "You trying to be a whore now, boy?"

I kept my head down, my cheeks burning with a mix of humiliation and arousal. The catcalls and insults were like a brand, searing into my very soul. Yet, I felt a strange thrill at the thought that they knew, that they could see the marks of my submission.

Mike, the foreman as well as friend, took one look at me and his eyes widened. "What the fuck happened to you?" he barked.

"It's none of your business," I said, trying to sound firm, but my voice came out shaky.

He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. "You're on my site, you answer me."

"It's just... a personal choice," I mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

He snorted. "Looks like you got a new boyfriend," he said, his tone mocking. "Someone who likes to dress you up"

I felt a hot flush of shame spread across my face, but I remained silent, my eyes on the ground. I knew I had to keep my secret, no matter how much they pushed.

But Mike wasn't satisfied with my silence. He stepped closer, his hand on my shoulder. "I'm serious," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You're walking funny, and I need to know why. Safety first, remember?"

I swallowed hard, my heart racing. I couldn't tell him the truth, but I couldn't lie to him either. "It's... it's nothing," I stammered. "Just a... personal thing."

His grip tightened. "I don't think so," he said. "You're hiding something, and I want to see it." He gestured to my pants. "Drop 'em."

The other workers had stopped what they were doing, watching us with a mix of curiosity and amusement. The weight of their gazes was unbearable, and I knew I had no choice. I undid my belt and slowly slid my pants down, revealing the chastity cage and the buttplug as I pulled down my boxers.

Mike's eyes went wide. "What the fuck?" he exclaimed. "What is that?"

I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I whispered, "It's... it's for... for my... my Daddy."

The men burst into laughter, the sound echoing around the site. "Your fucking what?" Mike roared, his face turning red. "You're wearing those for some sick fuck?"

I nodded, unable to meet his eyes. "It's... it's part of my training," I managed to say. "To be... to be a good boy."

Mike's hand shot out, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him. "Training?" he sneered. "What kind of sick shit have you gotten yourself into?"

But before I could answer, one of the other workers shouted out, "Looks like he got spanked like a little boy last night!"

I felt my face burn with humiliation as the laughter grew louder. They were all staring at me now, their eyes on the cage that encased my hairless cock, the plug that filled my ass.

My eyes went wide with horror as I felt pre-cum seep out of the slit in the chastity device, betraying my arousal despite my mortification.

Mike's grip tightened. "What the fuck is going on here?" he demanded.

Through my tears, I whispered, "It's... it's part of my... my submission."

The other worker took a step closer, a smirk on his face. "Submission?" he repeated. "Looks like someone's been enjoying their new role a little too much." He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "Is that right, pup?"

I whimpered, my body shaking with the weight of their taunts. "Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the jeers. "I'm... I'm a pup."

Mike's eyes narrowed with disgust. "Get the fuck out of here," he spat. "You're done for the day."

The men continued to laugh as I pulled up my pants, my face burning with shame. I stumbled towards the exit, the plug shifting in my ass with every step.

But amidst the cacophony of laughter and jeers, I heard a low, rumbling growl that cut through the air like a knife. It was Dom, his eyes on me, a look of pride and possession on his furry face. He was watching the scene unfold, his hand idly stroking his cock through his pants.

The workers' laughter died down as he approached, his large frame casting a shadow over us. "What seems to be the problem?" he asked, his voice calm but commanding.

Mike took a step back, his hand still on my chin. "Your boy here seems to be enjoying a bit too much personal time," he sneered, gesturing to the chastity cage.

Dom's smile grew wider, his eyes never leaving me. "Is that so?" He stepped closer, his fur brushing against me, the scent of his power filling my nostrils. "Pup," he said, his voice firm. "Tell them who you are."

I swallowed hard, my eyes filling with tears. "I'm... I'm a pup," I whispered, my voice barely above a murmur. "I need to be... dominated."

The workers fell silent, their smirks fading into confusion and fear. Dom's presence was like a storm cloud, and they didn't know how to react.

"And who's your Daddy?" Dom prompted, his voice a gentle purr.

"You," I said, looking up at him with a mix of terror and adoration. "You're my Daddy."

Dom's chest swelled with pride. He turned to Mike, his eyes cold. "This pup is mine," he said. "And if you have a problem with that, you can take it up with me."

Mike took a step back. "I don't know what the fuck is going on here," he said, his voice shaking. "But you're both sick."

Dom's hand came up to cup my cheek, his thumb wiping away a tear. "It's okay, pup," he murmured. "You did good."

And with those words, the weight of the world lifted off my shoulders. I had admitted my truth to the men I had once considered my peers, and though they jeered and mocked, I knew that my Daddy was proud of me.

As we drove away from the job site, Dom's hand rested comfortingly on my thigh. "You did exactly as you were told," he said. "And for that, you get a reward."

My heart raced. "R-reward?" I stuttered.

He nodded, his smile wicked. "A special treat, just for you."

The anticipation grew, my body responding despite the ache from the plug. I didn't know what was in store, but I knew it would be something that would push me further into submission, something that would make me scream with pleasure and pain.

When we got home, he led me into the playroom, the walls lined with an assortment of toys and restraints. "You're going to be my little show-off today," he said, his voice filled with excitement. "We're going to have some fun."

He had me strip, my hairless body on display once again, my piercings and cage glinting in the harsh light. He picked out a new toy, a thick, black dildo that was even larger than the last one he had used. He bent me over the spanking bench, securing my wrists and ankles.

"You're going to get a good fucking from this," Dom said, his furry hand caressing the thick dildo. "But first, you need to be reminded who's in charge."

Without further warning, his hand came down on my ass with a resounding crack. I gasped, the pain sharp and unexpected. The blows grew in intensity and frequency, turning my ass a deep shade of red. Each smack sent a jolt through my body, the sting echoing through my soul.

The room was filled with the sound of my desperate cries and the rhythmic thwack of flesh against flesh. Dom's hand never wavered, never showed any sign of fatigue. It was as if he drew energy from my pain, from my submission.

I lost track of time, my mind a haze of agony and need. The only thing that kept me tethered to reality was the feel of the chastity cage pressing into my abused flesh, the plug reminding me of my role as his pup.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he stopped. I hung limp over the bench, sobbing and panting. The pain had become a part of me, a living, breathing entity that consumed every thought.

"Good boy," Dom murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Now, let's see how that ass takes this monster."

He lubed up the dildo, his furry fingers teasing my tender hole. I flinched, my body begging for mercy.

"Take it," he ordered, pushing the head of the toy inside me.

I gritted my teeth, my body tightening around the intrusion. The pain was intense, but it was also... different. The spanking had left me raw, my nerve endings singing with pain and pleasure.

He began to fuck me with the dildo, slow at first, building up to a furious pace. The plug was forgotten, my ass stretched to the limits around the new, larger invader.

My screams grew louder as he pushed it deeper, the pain and pleasure blending into an indescribable sensation that made me see stars. I knew then that I was truly his, that I would endure anything for the reward of his praise, his touch.

I realised my transformation was complete. I was claimed in front of everyone at work, my submission on full display. The piercings, the chastity device, the furry hand that held me in place as I was used - all served as a stark reminder of my new role in life. My colleagues had gone from joking and teasing to outright fear of the power dynamic between me and my furry daddy.

Dom's furry hand gripped the base of the dildo, holding it deep within me as he leaned down and whispered, "You've been such a good boy at the site today, pup. You didn't break, even when they laughed at you."

The dildo was removed, and I felt a sense of loss, my body begging for more. "But," he continued, his voice dropping to a seductive growl, "you know what happens to good boys, don't you?"

I nodded, my eyes wide and pleading. "They get... they get to feel their Daddy's cock," I managed to stutter out, my voice trembling with need.

He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. "That's right," he said. "You're going to feel me, deep inside you, claiming you in every way."

The anticipation was unbearable as he unbuckled his pants, his cock springing free. It was thick and furry, the head a dark, angry red. He stroked it, his eyes never leaving mine as he coated it in lube.

"Are you ready for me, pup?" he asked, the question almost a taunt.

"Yes, Daddy," I whined, my body writhing with desire. "Please, I need it."

With a grin, he positioned himself behind me, the fur on his thighs brushing against my bare skin as he lined his cock up with my stretched hole. With one firm thrust, he filled me, his furry chest pressing against my back as he began to fuck me.

The sensation was overwhelming, his fur tickling and teasing my skin as he claimed me with every inch of his powerful, fur-covered body. He was rough, his strokes deep and demanding. The pain was intense, but it was the sweetest kind of agony. Each thrust sent me spiraling closer and closer to the edge of climax, my moans echoing around the room.

But just as I felt my orgasm building, ready to crash over me like a tidal wave, he pulled out. "Not yet," he said, his voice firm. "You're going to beg for it."

I whined, my body desperate for release. "Please, Daddy," I begged. "Please let me come."

"You can earn it," he said, stroking my shaved chest. "Tell me who you belong to."

"I belong to you, Daddy," I gasped, the words barely leaving my lips.

"And what are you?"

"I'm your pup," I moaned.

"That's right," he said, his voice filled with pride. "And your Daddy's going to give you a good, hard fuck."

With that, he plunged back into me, his furry body moving in a rhythm that was as natural as breathing. His cock filled me, the friction against my prostate making stars dance before my eyes. I was lost in the moment, my entire being focused on the furry god above me, the one who held the power to give me the release I craved.

"Please," I begged, my voice breaking. "Please let me come."

He leaned down, his teeth grazing my ear. "Whenever you're ready, pup," he murmured. "But remember, it's only because you've been such a good boy for me."

With a final, brutal thrust, he sent me over the edge, my body convulsing around him as I came harder than I ever had before. He followed, his seed filling me up, marking me as his.

As we lay there, panting and covered in sweat, I knew that this was just the beginning. My life was forever changed, and I would crave this furry domination, this fur-covered power, until the day I died. And in that moment, as he replaced my buttplug to keep his cum from leaking out of my ass. I felt more alive than I ever had before.

Dom stood up, his cock still hard and glistening with our combined fluids. "Pup," he began, his voice firm but not unkind. "These are the rules. I will tell you only once."

My heart skipped a beat. I knew what was coming, but I couldn't help the thrill that raced through me. "Yes, Daddy," I said, my voice eager and submissive.

He listed them off, one by one, each one sending a shiver of excitement down my spine. "First, you will wear the chastity cage at all times," he said. "It is a constant reminder of your submission to me. Only when you are shaving yourself will it be removed."

I nodded, my throat tight. "I understand, Daddy."

"Second," he continued, his eyes boring into mine. "You will keep that plug in your ass unless you are relieving yourself."

I gulped, feeling the plug shift inside me with the movement. "Yes, Daddy," I whispered, the humiliation only adding to my arousal.

"And third," he said, his smile wicked. "You will shave your body from the neck down every other day. You will be smooth, hairless, and vulnerable for me. And every time someone sees you, they will know you are mine."

The thought of maintaining this level of submission was terrifying, but I also knew it was what I needed. "I'll do it, Daddy," I promised, my voice shaking.

"Good boy," he said, patting my head, my body already feeling the beginnings of a new ache, one that would only grow as the days went on.

Three months had passed since that day at the piercing parlour, and I had grown to accept, even crave, my new life as Dom's submissive little boy. The once-traumatic shaving of my body hair had become something I eagerly did, leaving me as smooth as a baby's bottom, just as he liked. The constant presence of the buttplug had become as natural to me as breathing, a silent declaration of my ownership that I bore with a strange sense of pride. Whenever it was not in my ass, I felt empty, as though something was missing and immediately wanted it back. Unless Dom had removed it to fuck me.

My cock was a mere memory, a forgotten piece of flesh that had been locked away for so long that the thought of touching never crossed my mind . The only release I knew now was the one granted by Dom's thick furry cock pounding into my ass, or the large dildos he used to fill me when he was away. I had learned to crave the pain, the stretch, the feeling of being so completely filled and claimed.

A week or so after Dom had my nipples pierced we had returned to Rex's salon and I was given a large tattoo on my back, across my shoulders: `Dom's Boy' written in thick black ink with large gothic letters. Like my hairless chest and armpits it is easily seen when I wear my usual white vest. Because of where it is I rarely see it, but just knowing it is there makes me feel contented. And on the occasions when there is the right arrangement of mirrors in place for me to see it, I leak even more pre-cum than usual.

Surprisingly, Mike and the others had grown used to the new me. They had seen my descent into submission, the way I eagerly took whatever Dom dished out, and the way I flourished under his strict care. The workers had seen the change in me, the way I had gone from a confident, hairy man to a soft, obedient pup. They knew that my strength now lay not in my muscles, but in my ability to serve, to take whatever was given to me and come back for more. They knew not to cross Dom, not to question my status.

I looked in the mirror, taking in my hairless body, the chastity device that had become a part of me. I had fought it at first, the loss of my identity as a man, a worker, a person with agency. But now, as I stroked the metal cage that encased my cock, I knew that this was where I belonged. The furry hand that had once been a symbol of fear was now a symbol of comfort, of home.

I had never felt more content. The weight of the plug in my ass, the collar around my neck, the very air I breathed - it was all a reminder that I was Dom's boy, his toy, his possession. And as I knelt at his feet, his hand in my hair, I knew that no matter the pain, the humiliation, the loss of self, this was where I was meant to be.

END.