Early in the morning, while the bitchsuited rubber pup was still snoring away in his tiny sleeping cage, his master was already up and working to prepare the perfect meal for his precious little pet. A healthy breakfast is the best way to start the day after all, and he knew exactly what this pup needed to fill his tummy after a good night’s sleep; the exact same meal that he’d been eating ever since he started his service as a pup.


The owner stepped quietly into the pup room, where the musky stench of an unwashed, sweaty sub immediately hit him in the nose. This room could have definitely used a bit of airing, but there were no windows to be found on the small room’s walls- and the master liked the smell anyway. He was sure that his sub didn’t mind the constant puppy stink either, so they never really made an effort to get some fresh air into the area. It was always a bit stinky in there, but the odor was especially pungent after a long, warm summer night spent in a rubber suit.


He picked the blue plastic dog bowl off the floor, which had been licked perfectly clean inside and outside, as always. Who needs a dishwasher when you have such an eager pup anyway? The master closed the door to give his pet just a little more time to snooze, and headed out into the kitchen to prepare the usual breakfast. He grabbed the massive bag full of organic, healthy dog food and scooped some of it into the bowl. Admittedly, it didn’t smell or look very appetizing at all, and the brown, crunchy pellets in themselves would have been a little too dry to eat, but the experienced master knew exactly what he needed to do to spice up the bland meal.


His balls were already puffing up, waiting to release their usual morning load. He didn’t waste any time taking out his member and starting to jerk it above the dog bowl, his morning boner already turning into a full on erection after a few quick strokes. His body was already accustomed to the routine “milking” each morning, so it didn’t take much to quickly get him to the edge. The dry dog food rattled loudly in the bowl as his entire body shook from the jerking motion- it must have already woken up the boy and got him hungry just from the sound- he thought.


A quick minute later, a thick load of cum shot right into the bowl from the sizable member of the master, creating some delicious looking white glazing over the brown pellets. The bland foodstuff had already transformed into a nice meal with the slimy addition, but after the very last drops of semen had been jerked out onto the bowl, the man couldn’t help but feel that there was still something else missing from it.


Of course! Eating raw dog food like this would be like trying to eat cereal without the milk; they had to be submersed in some liquid to help them go down a little easier. But pups don’t drink milk, and water would be way too bland a choice; but thankfully, the creative owner had just the perfect source for liquid… And he was holding it right in his hand!


He drank a bunch of water before going to sleep anyway, so the man didn’t have any trouble with releasing the contents of his bladder right then and there. Still holding his penis in his right hand like when he was jerking off a few moments prior, he began to piss into the bowl, sprinkling the dog food with his warm, dark yellow piss. “I should really drink a little more water…” He thought as he watched the dark pee trickle onto the food, the white semen creating swirly patterns on top as it floated up and refused to mix with the rest of the liquid. It didn’t smell particularly great either, but he figured that the hungry pup would accept it either way… And considering how much of a pervert he is anyway, he might even enjoy the taste even more this way.


A few seconds later the meal was finally done as the master’s bladder had been emptied out into the meal. He decided to waste no time and brought the still warm mixture back into the pup’s room, carrying it carefully not to spill a single drop. He placed it down right next to the entrance of the cage and opened up the door, before turning on the bright lamp to help his pet wake up.


“Good morning! Here’s your delicious breakfast! I prepared it myself~” He said in a gentle, loving voice, reaching into the cage through the bars and petting his sub on the head. Despite his expectations however, the pup remained mostly unresponsive, turning away his head and groaning sleepily. He didn’t want to wake up yet! The master didn’t like dealing with groggy pups, so he called out once again, a little stricter this time. “Come on now, get up and eat! We’re gonna play so much today, but you need to have something in your tummy first!”


“M-mh!” The pup replied with a doggy squeal, shaking his head in protest. He’d already learned not to use human speech when talking to his master, but there were still some problems with obedience… Especially in the mornings, when he woke up with an aching back and drenched in sweat. His owner sometimes wondered whether his pup ever wanted to go back to living an ordinary person’s life, but it wasn’t a question of importance anyway. The contract was for a lifetime.


“Don’t make me use the force feeder on you! It’s been a while since we had to do that, are we really progressing backwards here?” The dominant said strictly, with a little bit of disappointment. Indeed, taming such a bitch was not a simple process- but no one promised it to be.


The pup squealed again, letting out a little desperate cry. He didn’t have the power or the authority to have a say in how he was treated, so all he could do was resist and make his little protesting sounds, even though he knew it would be to no avail. He hated the force feeder more than anything, but he just wasn’t going to stand up and eat that morning. Because he didn’t want to.


“Well well, you’re really leaving me with no choice here, pup…” The owner shook his head and reached out into the cage again, but this time, not for a loving pet on the head. There were two leather straps attached to the floor of the cage for the exact same reason: to prevent movement during procedures such as this. He pulled them over the squirming pup whom he turned on his back, and strapped him in tightly by attaching the ends of the belts onto the floor, making them as tight as possible by pulling on the ends. “If you don’t want to move, you don’t have to… You’re gonna eat that breakfast one way or another!”


The force feeder was a relatively simple machine: it consisted of a blender with a flexible tube coming out of it at the bottom. The tube reached all the way to the cage from the table on which the machine itself sat, and had a big mouthpiece at the end that fit perfectly in the pup’s mouth, but was too big to be spat out without assistance from the outside. He grabbed the tube and shoved the end into the mouth opening of the rubber dog mask, bumping into the real mouth beneath. The pup was protesting even harder than usual, he didn’t even want to open up his mouth for the food!


Luckily, the master was already experienced enough to know how to get anything into a naughty little pup’s mouth. The mask’s main breathing holes were located on the nose, which could be conveniently covered with two fingers, thus forcing even the most stubborn puppies to start craving air, and have to open up their mouths to breathe through the only other hole of the mask. This is what the owner had to do this time as well, and as expected, only a few seconds later the sub’s mouth was already stuffed with the big mouthpiece of the feeding tube.


There was no turning back from there. The master took off the lid from the blender and poured the contents of the bowl into it, before putting it aside to be licked clean later. He secured the lid back on and pressed the button on it, causing the nervous pup to twitch from the loud sound as the blades began to cut the dry dog food pellets into small pieces and mixed them with the cummy piss mixture. As the consistency started reaching that of a thick paste, the hole at the bottom opened up, and the food was slowly pushed down the transparent tube, traveling towards the mouth.


The pup could only watch helplessly as the paste approached and soon reached the mouthpiece, filling up his cheeks with the paste as he struggled and tried his best not to swallow. Even though gravity was pushing it quite hard into his mouth, he somehow managed to avoid gulping down too much, uncomfortably gagging with a mouth full of “breakfast” even after the whole thing had been mixed through and pushed down into the tube.


“Look at that, someone is feeling very stubborn today! Well no problem, I’ll get you eating eventually…” The master giggled, turning off the blender and detaching the tube from the bottom, before lifting it up to his mouth. A terrible stench escaped from the feeding tube; the paste smelled even worse than when it hadn’t been grinded up yet, but it was entirely the pup’s fault for not consuming it in its more appetizing form. The man locked his lips around the tube and looked at his sub cheekily, before starting to blow into it, creating even more pressure inside.


Although the sub’s throat could withstand the weight of the paste, the increased pressure made him finally cave in. The paste was forcefully pushed down his throat, making him gag, cough and want to throw up, which he certainly would have done, if his mouth and throat weren’t entirely filled with the dense foodstuff. His eyes were bulging out painfully and his stomach retracted, not wanting to allow anything else inside, but it simply had to. It was incredibly hard to breathe, and whatever little air managed to get into his lungs came only from the tube, and the air that his master had exhaled into it.


It took several painful minutes for all the food to finally go down, because the owner only stopped when he made sure that everything had been properly consumed. He finally took the feeding tube out of his sub’s mouth, who still felt a terrible piss-cum aftertaste long after the device was gone. He could feel that it didn’t really want to stay down, but he tried his best to digest the hefty meal, simply to ease up his master that he’s already frustrated with his behavior.


“See? That wasn’t too bad.” The master giggled at the unfortunate fate of his pup, closing the cage shut once again. “I’ll let you stay strapped in there for a little while, until you digest that yummy meal. Then we’ll go out for a walk, does that sound good?”


The pup nodded his head, his stomach gurgling painfully as he remained strapped down. Walks were always a fun part of the day, and having a full stomach eased up his morning grumpiness a little bit, despite the pain. He watched as his owner left the room, leaving him alone to sweat and squirm in his bounds for just a little longer.