Date: Tue, 13 Sep 2022 18:24:36 -0400 From: Slave Bear Subject: Crave the Knot - Chapter 6 This is a Bestiality story, you can use my email address, and I accept the nifty.org terms. I encourage everyone that reads and enjoys this story to consider supporting Nifty.org to support the archivist and keep the archive online. You can learn more here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html = = = = = = = = = = = = = = As a note to the reader, while characters in this story are over eighteen and consenting adults, the narrative contains descriptions of bondage, oral and anal sex, extreme body modification, bestiality, and various forms of domination and submission. Please move on if these acts offend you or are illegal to read where you reside. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Rewind the clock several weeks... the same city... a different part of town... A steady rain was falling in the city. The smell of ozone in the air and the piss that permeated the streets made the area smell like a rotten urinal. In an alleyway next to the market on 12th street, the makeshift cardboard boxes that often sheltered those less fortunate were beginning to saturate and deform. James ran past them and into the store to grab some beer. The leather coat he wore was beaded with water that ran down and collected on the slick floor. The owner had laid mats down to help prevent falls and the man stepped over them. "Nasty evening out today, ain't it?" the clerk said with a smile. "That's for sure," James replied as he ran his leather-gloved hand through his long, red beard. "There is a special on the light beer," the clerk said, pointing to the back. "Two for one." "Perfect," James said as he nodded and headed back to the rack of coolers. The dominant man had undergone much change over the past couple of years. James had been the number two in his men's club for a decade. He prided himself on finding, training, and owning the best alpha human pup. But, it was a streak he had broken with his last pet, Colby. The boy had been a good pack leader for ten months. Pale with blond hair and a fire crotch, Colby had a massive set of balls and a thin but long cock that stretched almost a foot long when fully engorged. James had the pup's shaft modified after he won the dominance challenge, as was the custom, and the knot that was fashioned with silicone implants caused even the loosest pup cunt to pucker. Still, it had been a hard blow when the rival Alex beat all the odds and put Colby to shame. James felt his eyes tear up as he watched his pup's balls banded and slowly die as he was supplanted, dominated, and bred by the rest of the pack at the end of the competition. It was too much to bear. Once the boy recovered, James gave him a tidy sum of money and put him on a bus to another city to start a new life as a castrated pup. He had never heard from him again. James had spiraled after that. He drank more than he should and quit attending club meetings, though the leader, Chuck, still stopped by to check on him. They had been friends for almost twenty years, after all. The embarrassment had been too much. But he still hoped that one day he might find another candidate that would reverse his fortune. "That all you need tonight, buddy?" the clerk asked James through the heavy security bars that protected the register. "Throw in a pack of Marlboros," James replied. "You got it," the clerk said as he turned to pick up the cigarettes and place them in a plastic bag with the 12 cans of beer. James paid with a roll of bills he had in the back pocket of his jeans and then winked at the man as he turned to leave. The rain had slowed to a trickle for the moment, and as his black boots hit the sidewalk, he turned to head back to his apartment. As he crossed the alley again, he saw a pair of legs hanging out of one of the dilapidated boxes. The feet attached to them were shoeless, filthy, and huge. The man took a doubletake and saw that whoever was curled up trying to stay dry was failing miserably. The furry legs were shaking even in the mild weather. James had been hard on his luck as a kid and knew what it was like to eke out a living on the streets. For whatever reason, he found himself turning to stop and kneel. "You ok in there?" The figure's legs stopped moving, and the edge of the box lifted as an arm pushed it up. In the shadows, James could see the limbs were attached to a boy in his early twenties. He was Hispanic with dark skin and wearing only a ripped tank top and a ratty pair of shorts that were too tight for him. His fur extended all over his body, and he had a matted, dense beard. Something in his eyes, however, hit James. They were a beautiful shade of brown but looked defeated. "Yeah, mister," came a deep voice in response. The boy coughed, and James could tell he was not well. "Listen, I am a sucker for hard luck cases," James said as he reached over and lifted the wet box lid higher. "Why don't you crawl out of there, and I'll feed you a nice meal and get you some warm clothes. No one should be out on the streets on a night like this." The boy looked back at the man. He didn't look like a cop or a hustler, but you couldn't be too careful these days. "I'll be ok," the boy replied. "Oh, come on," James replied. "I ain't here to rob, rape, or kill you, son. I am just worried about you. Hell, I have a whole sack of beer here and a pack of smokes to get through tonight. I could use some help." The boy looked back and coughed again. He felt miserable. The last time he had a good meal was days ago. Maybe it was worth giving this man a shot. "You sure?" the boy asked. "Come on," James said as he extended his hand to help the boy up. As the lad rose, James could see he was no skinny twink. His arms and upper body were thick and showed some muscle definition in places, but he was still chubby around the midsection. What caught the man's eyes was the boy's package, though. The shorts could not hide that this kid was packing. The boy caught the man's gaze and chuckled. "You gay?" "I would define myself as bisexual," James replied. "As long as the figure is something I find attractive, I'll mount it." The boy laughed and groped himself. "Yeah, I'm bi as well. Been a while since I got laid last, though." "Well, I am not out looking for that tonight," James replied. "You are cute, but I meant what I said about food and some clean clothes. I just want to help you if I can." "I appreciate it, mister," the boy replied. "Everyone calls me Boar." "Boar, huh?" James said with a smirk. "Yeah," Boar replied with a grin. "Cause when I get to rutting, I sound like one." James laughed and patted the boy's hairy back. "You got enough fur to look like a beast as well." "Got that from my old man," Boar said. "The big feet too. I was always stumbling over them growing up." "That is not the only thing that is big," James said with a wink. Boar laughed. "Yeah, the old man gave me some good genes down there too." James led the boy down the street as they continued to talk. "What led you to be out on the streets?" James asked. "Lost my job and got no family left anymore," Boar replied. "I got robbed and beat up about a month ago. They left me with just this shirt and pants, but I gave them some bruises and black eyes before they left. Anyway, after that, I wandered around until you found me. I need to find a shelter, but they seem to be all full." "Yeah, it can be tough," James said. James's apartment was two blocks down. As they walked into the lobby, the soaked boy shook the water off his body and shivered. "I'm on the second floor here," James said as he pointed up. "Come on. We can get you warmed up." Boar followed the man from behind and walked into the small unit after James unlocked the door and held it open. The boy stopped when the lights came on, and he saw the leather clothes, whips, paddles, and other BDSM equipment on the walls and corners of the room and the posters of men and women in gear. "Wow!" Boar replied. James laughed. "Don't let my decorating sense scare you, boy. I am into a lot of freaky shit, but you are safe here. Could you do me a favor, though? Strip down and leave your clothes at the door. Not saying you have any lice or anything else on you, but those clothes stink, and I think we need to trash `em." Boar nodded and pulled off his tank top. "Yeah, I get ya, mister." "Call me Sir," James said. "That's what I like boys to call me." "I see," Boar said as he eyed the man and dropped his pants. James's eyes widened. The boy was beyond hung. His large, furry balls were full and round, and a giant slab of uncut cock sat on top of them, nestled in a bush of black pubic hair. "Damn, that is impressive," James replied. "I bet you do make them squeal when you rut." "Yes, Sir," Boar replied as he lifted his hands and sniffed his pits. "And I get pretty stinky when I haven't cleaned up in a while." James smiled. "The bathroom is down the hall on the right. There is some shampoo in there that should get out even the worst tangles in your hair. Go clean yourself up, and I'll fix you some hot soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. It will be good with the beer." "Thanks, Sir," Boar said as he smiled, turned, and walked away. James stared at the furry ass that bounced back and forth as the boy walked. Underneath, Boar's balls were swaying. This was a virile boy that might have potential. But would he have the chance to turn him into something he could use? As Boar walked into the small bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror. He looked horrible, and he smelled rank. He pulled the curtain around the tub back, stepped inside, and let the water hit his body. The coldness made him nearly shout at first, but as it heated up, he breathed in the vapors and tried to concentrate on the moment. The water ran brown for a while as the dirt and grime that coated his body dislodged and fell off him. He spent twenty minutes running soap through his fur and letting the heat penetrate his skin. By the time he turned the water off, he could barely see in the room, and he opened the window to let the steam out. A white towel had been placed on the counter for him, along with some scissors and a trimmer. He figured his benefactor wanted him to clean up his face, and he decided to indulge the man. He was a hot daddy, after all. Boar pulled a comb through his beard and then used the scissors to trim it back to a manageable length. He then used the trimmer to clean up his neck and separate his chest hair from his beard. For good measure, he trimmed his groin up to show off his dick more in case the man decided he wanted more in payment for the food and use of his shower. When he finally started to look presentable again, he let the towel fall to the floor and walked back into the hall. James had stripped down to his jeans and was just putting food on the table when the naked boy walked back in. Boar could see the ginger in the man's chest hair was starting to turn gray near the top, but he had a good physique, and it was evident he worked out. James smiled back when he saw he was getting checked out. The lad was attractive, to begin with, but looked and smelled ten times better post-shower. "Feel more like yourself, boy?" James asked. "Yes, Sir," Boar replied as he scratched his balls. "Do you want me to stay naked?" James smiled. "Will that bother you? I have some clothes that I think will fit you, but you have an attractive body. You should show it off." "Whatever floats your boat," Boar replied. "I can be naked. I can even suck you off, fuck you, or let you fuck me as payment for all this too. You just let me know." James laughed. "Dinner first, boy." Boar sat opposite the man and devoured the soup and sandwiches that James had made. The man was astonished but not surprised at how much the boy put away. After three helpings, Boar finally slowed down and sat back as he downed one of the beer cans. "So, what is your story, Sir?" Boar asked. "What do you mean," James said as he sat back and lit a cigarette. "You said you are into some kinky shit, and I believe it looking at the décor," Boar said. "What do you do for a living and fun?" "I work in IT," James replied. "Nothing fancy, but it pays the bills. As far as for fun, that is a more complicated story. You sure you want to know?" "Shit, man," Boar said as he put the can on the table. "You can't shock me." "Up to a couple of years ago, I used to run around with a local club that had dominant men in it and their pups," James said. "Pups?" Boar asked. "Like dogs?" "Real dogs and human pups," James said as he popped open a beer can and took a sip. "Human pups?" Boar asked. "You know guys into that sort of thing, I am sure," James said. "Well, yeah," Boar replied. "My best friend was into pup play and dragged me out to a party once. I even wore one of the masks and had a tail in my ass. It was a fun and interesting scene." "I see," James replied with a smile. "Was this club you were in a sex thing?" Boar asked. "It had to be, given what I am seeing on the walls around this room." "Yes, the human pups were used for sex," James began. "By the members?" Boar asked. "Occasionally," James replied without expression. "But normally, they were bred by the real dogs and, of course, the alphas." Boar choked on his beer and put the can down. "You had boys being fucked by real dogs?" Boar asked. "And the alphas," James said as he pulled on his cigarette and let the smoke fill the air above him. "What are alphas?" Boar asked. James smiled. "The alphas in the club consist of one dominant bio pup and one dominant human pup. They both are usually hung and virile and are prized above all others in the group. They have the right to fuck any pup in the pack whenever they want, and the owner of the alpha dog is made the club leader, and his second in command is the one that owns the alpha human pup." "I see," Boar said as he took another gulp of beer. "Both alphas are well cared for by their owners and the club members," James said. "They are pampered and treated with respect. They don't have to work for a living, apart from participating in certain contests, which I will discuss later, but they are provided a place to sleep and are fed well." "Damn," Boar said. "So, the alphas get to fuck all they want and are treated like a king. That is some arrangement." "There are some stipulations for our club," James said. "The boys have to act like a real dog at all times. That means spending a life on all fours and being naked. A pup is not allowed to use human speech and is trained to vocalize like a real dog. There are some other rules, but it can be a good life for the pup." Boar stared at the man, and James stared back. This boy looked intrigued. He was not acting as though he was scared or ready to leave the room. James wondered. "Is that something you might be interested in?" "Me?" Boar replied. "Yeah," James said as he blew some smoke rings. "It would get you off the streets." "I don't know," Boar replied. "I mean, that is some freaky shit you are talking about. Do the alphas fuck female dogs, too?" "Sure," James replied. "On occasion and if they choose to. The pack has some intact bitches that they own. But the alphas mostly fuck and breed the cunts of the pups. The rest of the pups in the club are neutered and programmed to crave the knot." "What?" Boar asked as his eyes widened. "You castrate the other pups?" "Yeah," James replied. "A neutered pup is more docile and obedient. All of the real dogs in the club keep their nuts, and they have full use of the human pups to sow their oats. Some owners also like to use their pups for sexual gratification. All in all, it is a good arrangement." "I see," Boar replied. "Let me be frank," James said as he put out the cigarette and leaned forward. "I used to be the number two in the club. My pup was the alpha, and the boy served me well till he was defeated in a dominance competition. That is when I left the club. But I miss it and have been looking for a path to return. You might be what I need to get back to the top spot." "Dominance competition?" Boar asked. "The intact human alpha can be challenged at any time," James said. "It only happens rarely, but the victor takes the title, and the loser is immediately castrated and turned into an omega, the lowest rank of the club. They are then bred by all the pups and dogs till they have been stripped of their former vestiges." "Fuck!" Boar exclaimed. "But with what you are packing down there and with a little training, I bet you could best the one that beat my pup and take the top spot," James said. "A lot of betting goes with the competition, and the alpha gets a cut of the winnings. We have human dog fights regularly as well. A few clubs are around, and we have our alphas battle in different types of competitions with them. If you were to take the alpha position, you could become quite a wealthy boy over time." "If I wasn't castrated beforehand," Boar replied as he reached down and squeezed his giant nuts. "That is a risk," James replied. "But I am not lying to you when I say you have the looks, and I expect that package of yours would put any challenger to shame." Boar looked at the man and thought seriously about what he was saying. He could hardly believe it, but he could feel his cock stirring and getting hard. He had no future. Apart from this one evening, he only had the misery to look forward to once he walked out the door. James knew that too. "Tell you what," James said. "I've still got the old dog bed I used for my former pup, Colby. You can sleep here tonight, and I will treat you like a pup. If you think it is too weird, you can leave in the morning with the clothes I promised you and some money for breakfast. But, if you think you can stick it out, I can train you to become the pack's new alpha." Boar thought for a moment. There was no downside to the proposal. At the minimum, he would have a dry place to sleep and a good meal in the morning. "Ok," Boar replied. "You got a deal, Sir. I'll stick it out for the night, at least." "Good," James replied. "Then, your first command is to get on all fours. Dogs don't use furniture." Boar looked at the man, and James pointed to the ground. The boy got up from the table and got on the floor, and James stood and walked around him. "Good boy," James said. "Now, follow me." Boar watched as the man walked down the hall and turned into the bedroom at the end. He crawled behind, and his belly bounced only inches from the floor as his weight shifted back and forth. When he entered the room, he saw a large unmade bed and clothes piled in the corners. "I'm a true bachelor, boy," James said as he gathered some of the clothes and threw them around. "Let me clear some room for you." Boar sat on his haunches and watched as James moved some blankets to reveal a metal cage in the corner. It was large enough to house even a Great Dane and had a padded cushion placed on the bottom. "Is that where you want me to sleep, Sir?" Boar asked. James turned and frowned. "No talking, boy. Dogs can't use human speech. You can bark, point, and make guttural noises, but I don't want to hear another word from your mouth. Is that understood?" Boar nodded, and James sat on the bed across from him. "It will take you some time to adjust, but I want you to try to put yourself in the mindset of a dog. I will give you some leeway at first, but you will be punished if you break my rules. Do you understand, Boar?" Boar nodded, and the man reached over and scratched the boy's head. "But, in answer to your question, yes, that is where you will sleep. I used to have a bigger place but downsized after leaving the club. If you become the alpha and we get more income, we can move up. For now, your cage is where I will expect you unless I specifically let you out." James stood, walked to the closet, and grabbed a box from a shelf. Boar watched as he opened it. Inside was a rubber pup tail and hood that were red and black. "I think these will fit you," James said. "My last pup had a similar head size to you. But let's try this tail first. Spin around and show me that rump, boy. Boar paused but then turned and lifted his ass from the floor. James used a little lube to push his fingers into the boy's hole. Boar groaned from the sensation and then gasped as he felt the bulb of the tail plug push into and across his prostate. His cock stirred and lengthened as a result. "I see that thing is easily stimulated," James said with a smile as he watched the shaft engorge. "That is a good sign of an alpha pup." Boar grunted as he squeezed his hairy ass around the plug that had invaded him. It was large enough that it would not come out without a tug and felt partly uncomfortable but erotic. "Now for the mask," James said. "Turn around and face me." Boar did as he was told and was patient as James adjusted and placed the rubber pieces over his head and jaw. It was nearly a perfect fit, and James pinched Boar's muzzle and smiled. "Now you are looking the part." Boar grinned and barked and wagged his tail. James laughed at the gesture and petted the boy again. "That's a good boy. Now, let's get you into your kennel. You will need a good night's rest. I will start your official training tomorrow if you wish to stick around." Boar barked again and followed the man's command as he crawled into the cage. When he turned, he saw the man pull off his socks and wad them into a ball. He then leaned down and smiled. "A new pup needs to get used to his master's scent. Open up, boy." Boar was hesitant at first, but he opened his mouth and let the man's socks enter his muzzle. The scent from the sweat-soaked fabric was strong, and it caused his nostrils to flare, and he felt a slight gag in his throat. As they moistened further in his mouth, the taste ran across his tongue, and he reluctantly swallowed. "Good boy," James said as he closed the door and latched it. "Now curl up and rest. I expect to see those socks still in your mouth in the morning. That will show me that you are committed to seeing this through." Boar nodded and grunted through the fabric as James grabbed a blanket and covered the cage. Boar swallowed again and tasted the man. It was still vile but was getting better. He was tired, however, so he rolled on his side and tried to get comfortable. He listened as the man undressed in the room, and when the lights went out, his kennel was plunged into darkness. "Good night, my pet," James said. Boar let out a muffled bark before closing his eyes. In the morning, Boar noticed that the wadded socks in his mouth were soaked with a mix of his saliva and James's sweat. But they no longer were making him gag. He found that the scent was not unpleasant now. He felt warm for the first time in days and stretched as much as he could in the confines of the kennel he was in. The cage rattled as he moved, and soon after, the blanket was pulled back, and James's form appeared dressed only in a pair of blue boxers, that framed a nice package. "Did you sleep well, my pet?" Boar nodded and let out a muffled bark, and James opened the kennel and directed the boy to exit. It took some effort to get his large body moving, but once he was on all fours again, Boar crawled out of the kennel, stopped in front of the man's feet, and looked up. James reached down, pulled the socks from the boy's muzzle, and tossed them in a pile of clothes on the floor. "Well, you have a decision to make, boy," James said as he crossed his arms. "Do I remove the tail and mask and send you on your way, or do you want to go further?" Boar stared at the man for a moment. He had woken up during the night and given a lot of thought to his current predicament. The smart move would be to thank the man and leave. But he never played it safe before. He liked to take risks, and at the moment, the only place he would be going is back on the streets if he left here. The boy wagged his tail and moved to rub his muzzle on the man's leg. He barked at the same time. "So, does that mean you want to stay?" James asked. Boar backed up, looked up at the man, nodded, and James smiled. "I was hoping you would say that." James turned, picked up a silver bowl from the dresser, and placed it on the ground. Inside, he had placed a cup of kibble mixed with a scrambled egg and some chopped bacon. Fluid had been poured over it as well. "Dogs eat from a bowl on the floor, boy," James said. "But you will get more than just normal kibble. I will balance your diet to make sure you get plenty of protein. I will also include some special vitamins and drugs to help keep your body fit and virile and your mind easier to train. You have a lot to learn in a short time." Boar stared at the bowl for a moment, and James smiled. "You will need to learn to eat through your mask, but I'll remove the muzzle this morning." Boar felt the snaps give way, and when the muzzle was freed from his face, he plunged it into the bowl and gobbled up the meal that had been prepared for him. He was hungry, and it was surprisingly tasty. Whatever James had mixed into the food had a slight metallic taste but did not deter from the flavor overall. When the bowl was emptied, he licked it clean, and James laughed. "I can see you have quite the appetite. That is a good thing. Come with me. Your water bowl is in the kitchen." James led the boy back down the hall. As Boar crossed into the living area, he noticed that the table had been moved and a wooden bench had been set up. James turned to see the pup staring at it and grinned. "You will find out what that is later, boy," James said. "Come get some water. You need to be well hydrated." Boar turned back and crawled to where a large dog fountain had been set up for him. Water flowed out of a pump and cascaded down through a filter into a large basin. The boy put his face into the water and lapped as best he could to quench his thirst. He could feel a flush over his body as he did so. Whatever had been in his food was starting to take effect. His pupils dilated, and he could detect a slight ringing in his ears. His balance was affected, and he stumbled a bit as he crawled back. "I suspect that drug is starting to take effect, boy," James said. "Don't worry. It is nothing harmful. It will just make you more pliable and susceptible to suggestion. We will have some intense training sessions over the next few days. I will be placing headphones over your ears and using forms of hypnosis to put you in the correct mindset of a pup. Before long, you will forget how to speak like a human. You will adjust your stance to living your life on all fours. You will begin to forget your former life and embrace your new one. And, finally, you will become the alpha I know you were born to be." Boar felt his head spinning as the man spoke. He lost the will to object. He barked in affirmation. He wanted to obey the man. He needed to obey the man. As he sat back, however, he felt a stirring in his loins. His shaft began to fill with blood, and his balls began to stir. He looked down to see his erection forcing its way upward and between his thighs. James could see it too. "Good. That didn't take long." Boar groaned. He usually had morning wood, but this was different. His dick was swelling larger than it usually did. He could feel the tissues expanding, and he spread his legs to let it hang down below him. James moved around to inspect his new acquisition. He reached behind the boy and gently squeezed the large, warm orbs that hung down. "Fuck, you are a prized beast, Boar," James said. "Those balls are full and ripe. Are you ready to empty them, boy?" Boar groaned and barked in reply. "Good boy," James said. "Well, first you have to be collared." James grabbed a leather dog collar from the table and bent down facing the pup. As he placed it around Boar's neck, the boy felt the man adjust it, so it was not too tight. "This collar symbolizes our bond," James said. "I agree to take you as my pup for life. I promise to care for you and train you. Do you accept me as your master and owner?" Boar looked at the man. The room was spinning, but he barked immediately in response and nodded. "Very well," James said. The man stood and then grasped Boar's collar. He led the boy over to the wooden bench. It was a modified fuck bench with padded rests for Boar's feet and arms and a larger raised area for his chest to rest on. James helped the boy mount it and adjusted the sides till Boar was comfortable. He then rubbed the boy's balls again and felt their weight. "Yup," James said. "You need to rut." Beneath the bench, a tube had been attached. Inside, a masturbation sleeve had been mounted, and James had prelubed it. He reached under the boy, grasped the pup's hard cock, and slid it into the toy. Boar's eyes widened as it enveloped his shaft, and he groaned loudly. The feeling was like heaven. It was slick and warmed from his body heat. He immediately began to precum as a result. At the end of the tube, a jar had been installed. The fluids from the boy dribbled down and started to fill the container, and James inspected everything to make sure it was set, and nothing was leaking. When satisfied with the setup, he stood and walked around to the front of the device to look at the boy in his eyes. "Now, Boar. Show me how you can fuck. I want you to pound that toy like you are breeding and claiming a new pussy. Go as hard as you like. Do it now, pup!" Boar groaned and moved his hips. He felt his cock move back and forth inside the tube, and his nerves fired, sending electricity up through his spine and into his brain. James moved back and sat on the couch as he watched the show unfold. The large boy gripped the bench and shoved hard. His uncut cock pushed deep into the toy, his head emerged from his foreskin, and a shot of precum splashed down into the jar. Then the bench groaned. Boar picked up the pace. He felt out of his body as his mind spun under the influence of the drug he had been given. His frame flew back and forth as he forcefully fucked. James was impressed. The boy was holding nothing back. His muscles rippled, and beads of sweat formed on his skin that traveled into his body hair and caused it to stick together. The boy's eyes rolled back into his head, and he began to grunt loudly. He had not been lying. He did sound like a boar. The deep guttural sounds got louder as he lifted his hips and pounded so hard the bench started to move. James put his leg out and held the front part to keep it from scratching the floor. Boar's balls were swinging so hard that they moved up and under him and hit the tube with an audible sound. James was so amazed that he smiled and let out a gasp. "Fuck! You are an animal! That is a good dog! A pup always fucks hard and fast till he shoves his knot deep in a bitch to breed it. I can't wait to see you claiming your rightful place in the pack. Now, drain those balls! Show your master what an alpha dog can do!" Boar gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. As the words of his new owner penetrated his brain, he breathed deeply. He focused everything on fucking hard and fast. Soon he could feel the warmth building in his groin. It spread around till it enveloped him and his balls began to lift. The boy screamed as the final act occurred, and his seed was shot from his loins. The cum shot through the toy and collected in the jar quickly. James was amazed at the quantity and thickness of the load. The boy kept fucking and cumming for almost a minute before his rump slowed, and he made a final shove to push deep into the toy. James clapped and moved to rub Boar's back. The boy was covered in sweat and was breathing heavily. James moved his hands down and gently squeezed the boy's balls. Boar groaned, and one final shot of cum spilled from his shaft. "That was amazing, pup," James said as he patted Boar's ass. "You will show everyone a thing or two before this is over." As Boar recovered from his exertion, James reached down, collected the jar, and put a lid on it. He swirled the contents around and smiled. "I will have to get this tested, but I have a feeling you have the virility needed to best any pup in that club." Boar opened his eyes and smiled. The world was spinning and he felt warm and off balance. But the pleasure he was feeling was palpable. Fucking had never felt that good. He grunted as he caught his breath and then barked. If his days were going to feel like this, then it would be worth the risk to proceed with a challenge to become the new alpha. James then appeared in front of him. The man removed his boxers and stroked a hard cock that pointed directly towards Boar's muzzle. "Now, open up, my pet," James said. "Your master will now claim that throat of yours and mark it with his scent." Boar's head was still spinning, but he complied. As James's thick meat slid over his lips and down his throat, Boar groaned and let it happen. He had to please his master. The desire was strong. He was no stranger to giving head and had lost his gag reflex years ago. James noticed this immediately once his balls rested on the boy's chin, and he was deep enough to cause Boar's throat to expand. James grasped onto the boy's face and threw his head back as he began to thrust. It had been weeks since he had been able to use anything other than his hand to release his seed, and this new pup felt too good. Boar could taste the precum that readily flowed from his master's shaft and detected the earthy musk from the bush that his nose was shoved into. His cock began to stir beneath him again and engorged a second time. As his body was rocked back and forth and skull fucked, fluids were flung from the tip of his bulbous cock and formed ribbons that collected underneath the bench and on the toy. James growled as he held firmly on the pup and fucked hard. He wanted to see how much Boar could take, and it was evident the boy was up to the challenge. He paused to let the boy gasp for air, but within a few minutes, he knew he was close. "Your master is ready to unload, boy," James growled. "Take my seed and become my pup for life!" Boar groaned as the first shot of semen coated the back of his throat and slid down into his belly. The taste was salty and sweet. At the same time, his cock came hands-free. Cum flew from his shaft and spilled onto the floor as his body was rocked with a second orgasm. The feeling was so intense that he saw bursts of lights behind his eyelids. He grunted, and his body shook violently. James saw what was happening as he held the boy's head, and his cock drained inside Boar's gullet. "Fuck, you are so hot! That's my pup." James pulled from the pup's muzzle and collapsed onto the couch behind him when the two had come off their highs. Boar's eyes opened, and he looked at his master. The pup looked like he was exhausted but ready for more. "You earned that collar of mine," James said with a smile. "You are going to go very far." The next several weeks were just as intense as James had warned Boar they would be. The pup was allowed to use the bench and toy to orgasm every day, and he was given a diet that increased the potency of his loads without violating any rules against artificial drugs that could disqualify him from becoming the new alpha. He was given knee pads and leather fingerless gloves to wear to protect his limbs from his new life crawling on the ground, and James tied his legs back to his thighs to get used to balancing in that fashion. At home, he was allowed to have his legs untied, but when he was in the club, he would be expected to be strapped in such a manner. James controlled the drugs he fed the pup in his meals. The point was to reorient his mind and retrain him for his new life but not affect anything that would ruin his chances at taking the top prize. James did not want a repeat of the first pup he had ever trained who had been barred after a blood test came up with stimulants. Boar was a fast learner. Daily hypnosis sessions made him forget how to speak, and he settled into his life as a pup for his master. His belly was full, his balls were constantly emptied, and he was showered with praise and affection. He also excelled at draining his master's cock whenever he was tasked. Thus, James did not take long to put Boar's name into contention at the club and lay down a hefty bet for his consideration. The man relished the evening he walked back into the club with his pup strutting behind. Yes, he got a little carried away and boasted a bit too much, but watching his pup compete in the backyard against Alex and his owner, Ty, that son of a bitch that had ruined his life so many months ago, brought him pride. James screamed with joy when the results were announced, and the tiny band snapped around Alex's balls to geld them. He beamed as he watched Boar strut and show off his cock and balls, which were soon worshiped and cleaned by the pup called Zero. He then came over and petted his new alpha, and the men in the club joined him to welcome him back into the fold. Boar was exhausted but exhilarated. It had been a whirlwind of an evening, but he had earned his prize. "There is one last thing our Alpha has to do," the group leader, Chuck, said. "Come with me, boy. Sally needs your alpha seed next." Boar looked up and nodded. James had informed him that this would be part of the dominance challenge had he won, and he had been prepared for it. As his castrated and branded rival was fucked and dominated behind him, he crawled back into the bar and saw that Sally had been brought in, and the men had gathered around her. Boar pushed his chest out and strutted over behind her. He pushed the muzzle of his mask into her cunt and breathed in deeply. The scent was something that James trained him to crave. Female pheromones had been impregnated into cloths that had been put over his mask whenever he fucked the toy at James's home. The pup had started associating the scent with the act of mating, and his cock immediately engorged every time he detected the odor. Sally was slightly smaller than he was, and when she felt the muzzle of the alpha, she groaned and squatted as she had been trained to do. The men watched as Boar took one last deep breath and ran his tongue over her female parts before lifting his chest and pointing his cock at her backside. With a smooth movement, his shaft moved inside her, and he felt her warmth. He knew Sally was used to how a dog fucks, so he pushed back and forth quickly as his cock precummed and moved deeper. "That's it, Boar!" Chuck said. "She is in heat and ready for your pups. Claim her!" Boar growled as instinct set in. He fucked hard and fast, and Sally moaned and yelped in response. Her lips swelled and juices mixed with his as his balls hit her backside. He could feel her fur slide under his chest and he grunted in pleasure. The feeling was like electricity through the boy's body and it only took about five minutes for his balls to unload again. The men were amazed when they saw the cum leak from Sally's lips and down her legs. "Amazing!" Chuck replied as Boar pulled his cock from Sally. "Zeus is going to have a sloppy ride on her tonight!" The men laughed as they came over, petted, and praised Boar, whose hard cock glistened and dripped onto the wooden boards below. James came over, knelt down, poured some beer into the silver bowl for the alpha, and then placed it in front of him. "Drink, boy. You have earned it."