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The tiger kicked a chair over, his heavy feet echoing across the pavement until his shadow enveloped Jason.\n\n``You deaf, mutt?'' He asked. Still Jason ignored him. Shame he was being an ass, otherwise he might make a fine lay. Then again, his dick was probably too small from roid abuse. Jason couldn't help but smirk at the image. \n\nRough hands grabbed his shirt collar, lifting him high and slamming Jason against the wall. ``You think you can ignore me, you fucking mutt?'' The tiger growled, teeth exposed and ready to kill. Jason didn't break his expression. Not because of the fear, but rather because of what would stir in his pants otherwise at the tiger's strong grip. \n\nThe creak of the holding cell door broke the tension. A dalmatian in uniform stepped inside, nightstick out and brow furrowed. ``Jason Buckley, you're free to go.'' Jason raised his hand, and the tiger let go with a sneer. ``Your dad paid your fee. He's waiting for you outside.''\n\nHe grimaced but stayed quiet. Bad enough he got caught with a stolen stick of gum and a few candy bars. Nothing short of a real haul. But now his dad had to pick him up? Jason shook his head, not ready to be chewed out. \n\nReady or not, it'd come. He couldn't ignore his father's truck waiting for him in the front of the station. Red and not quite beat up but getting there in a few years. He wasn't sure why dear old dad didn't just replace it by now. He had the money, his business had been booming. So much so that he'd been too busy for almost anything else. \n\nThe pitbull in the driver's seat said not a word to his son as he climbed into the front. Jason stewed in silence for the better half of an hour before he uttered anything. \n\n``Hookie was bad enough,'' He muttered, ``But shoplifting? Fucking shoplifting?''\n\n``It was just a candy bar.'' \n\n``Did I ask for an excuse?'' Terry grit his teeth before sighing at a stoplight. ``You wanna tell me why you're skipping school?''\n\nHe didn't have a reason. Jason just decided today that it wasn't worth going to. ``It's boring,'' he said, leaning up against the window and staring outside the car. ``Just, I couldn't sit still in class long enough. I got bored.''\n\n``Learning isn't always fun.'' His father took a left turn, away from the campus. Jason blinked, looking backward toward the direction they should have gone down. ``Oh don't act so surprised. You've only got about three hours left in school anyway. If you're not gonna pay attention in there, then I might as well take you home and remind my brat what real punishment is.''\n\nThe word punishment had him crack a smile. His father didn't share it, but one quick glance at his crotch told Jason all he needed to know.\n\n***\n\nJason knew that being a single father was difficult for his dad. But Terry was smart enough with their finances to allow for some extra spending on lucrative things that satisfied them both. Living wise, he afforded them a single story house with an impressive basement that his father spent plenty on renovations. The first thing he did when they walked through the front door was to order Jason down there and assume the position. He couldn't stop grinning when alone, stripping naked against the cool concrete floors and standing straight with his chest puffed out, legs together, and arms behind his back. It took considerable effort to stay soft inside his sheath and to wipe the smile from his face. Even facing the corner, he couldn't risk making such a mistake.\n\nHis father came down shortly after, ignoring the pup as his steps echoed through the room. Jason couldn't help but wonder what punishment would come. Spanking, flogging, forced standing with his balls tied to a rope tethered at the ceiling? He batted them aside to stay soft, but the sounds behind him had him right on that delicious edge. The dragging of a chair, drawers opening and slamming shut, chains jingling. \n\n``Hands against the wall, ass out.'' Jason did as instructed, presenting his bum before the older canine. Cool lube lathered against his anal ring and inside it with a thick finger, digging and twisting until everything was covered. Then came the plug. He'd used their toys enough to know that feeling of one and a half inches stretching him out. ``Stay soft, mutt. Think of your mother's cunt.'' Jason's desire fell at that. His father knew exactly what to say to keep him soft.\n\n``Around, now.'' He turned, eyes falling on a small circular ring with two little handles. His gaze widened when he realized what they were. ``Yeah, that's right.'' Terry smiled, kneeling down to unscrew one end, ``I told you, punishment.'' He bit his tongue as his father pulled back the young canine's sheath, fitting the rods through the holes they'd pierced already. \n\nThe old man was serious. With the sheath stopper, any attempt at an erection was met with pain as the toothed ring pressed against it. His dad only brought it out when Jason had been either really bad, or when he wanted to be extra sadistic. The worst part? Jason was masochistic enough to find some sick pleasure in it. Not the pain itself, but the denial forced upon him because of it. \n\nThe older pitbull pressed his lips against Jason's, forcefully twisting their tongues together. Warm and wet breaths mixed, his body flaring in arousal. The sharp pain stabbed against his cock, earning a pained moan before his father pulled away. ``Good. It's nice and tight.'' Without another word, Terry dragged his son by the collar to the chair in the middle of the room. Jason shook as he was plopped down, the sudden impact pushing the plug deeper inside and rubbing up against his prostate. He tried to think of anything to stay soft, plenty of those thoughts directed toward his mother.\n\nCuff after cuff bound his limbs to the chair. A wide and mouth-straining ballgag pushed past his lips and locked tight behind his head. ``Don't want you hurting that voice of yours by begging for mercy,'' His father chuckled. He knew that wouldn't work. His father sound-proofed their dungeon long ago. But the pitbull had gone on record saying Jason looked better with something in his mouth.\n\nNext came something new. Airpods were strapped to his ears, with special tape wrapped over them. One quick order to shake his head made sure they stayed stable. Then came the VR headset, shrouding Jason's vision in darkness. ``Testing, testing,'' His father's voice said in his ears, ``Nod if you can hear me.'' He nodded. ``Good, good. Now as punishment for being too bored to stay in school, I've decided to make you wish you could be bored. For the next few hours, I'm going to leave you alone with some precious family videos.'' Terry's laugh crawled down his spine. He couldn't be showing those videos, could he? ``Anyway, have fun, mutt.''\n\nEven with the pods in his ears, Jason heard his father's footsteps walking away and the door slamming behind him, locking the boy inside the dungeon alone. Light flashed over the blank screen before him, letting a familiar scene jump into view. A young pitbull and doberman mixed pup stood before him, naked save for a thick leather collar around his neck. He was bound, gagged, and bent over, his tail shivering in the air. ``This little mutt decided it was ok to stay up past his bedtime, and as a result he was too tired the rest of the day,'' His father's voice echoed. The older pitbull showed up on screen with a paddle in hand. \n\nJason bit into his gag, squealing at his erection pressing up against the spiked ring. Of course, it'd be those videos. \n\nThe paddle slammed hard against the bound pup, again and again until his ass turned red. His teeth dug into the gag, just as Jason's did watching the display. ``Now, what do we say?'' The older pitbull asked, slowly unbuckling the gag.\n\nThrough tears staining his cheeks, the young pup softly cried out, ``Sorry, daddy. I won't stay up again.''\n\nHis father laughed just out of frame. ``That's right, you won't. But just to be sure, I'm gonna be more strict with bed time for you. Your bed privileges are revoked for the week.'' Jason remembered that punishment. His father had him sleep in a cage beside his bed, or sleep with him inside a bondage sleeve. Another video played. The same pup, now older, bound and laid out against his back with a fucking machine railing his ass. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the image to calm his straining erection, but he couldn't stop the noise. The gagged moans and harsh wet sounds of his holes being fucked over and over. \n\nSession after session played before him. From heavy oral training to kill his gag reflex, corporal punishments to keep him in line, to even days where he'd gotten to dom his father. Jason howled into his gag, fingers digging into the chair as if they could reduce the pain from the spiked ring as his growing erection. Stuck in a hell between pain and pleasure, his cock forced soft despite demanding freedom against the damned piercing. \n\nBy the time Terry returned, Jason couldn't take it anymore. Tears matted his fur, and he gasped with sweet relief as the screen turned black. ``Are we sorry for playing hooky?'' His father asked, taking out the gag.\n\nJason nodded quickly, giving his jaw precious seconds to adjust before answering. ``Yes, daddy. I won't play hooky again, I swear.'' \n\n``And the shoplifting?'' \n\n``Never! Please, I'm sorry. I wanted your attention but-''\n\nTerry's finger pressed against the snout, ``Shh...it's ok.'' With the visor lifted, Jason saw his father's regret. ``I know, I've been busy with work. I promise I'll make more time for you, but you can't do stuff like this.'' Big arms wrapped around him and the chair, ``I love you, son. Don't scare me like that.''\n\n``I love you too, daddy,'' Jason cried. He'd have hugged his father back if not for the restraints. \n\n``Now,'' Terry said as he unlatched the bindings, ``When's your next quiz or test?''\n\n``We have a quiz this friday.'' Jason rubbed his wrists, ``We should be grading it in class right after.''\n\n``Good. Cause you're gonna be pierced until I see an A come home. That clear?''\n\nWhat? Jason blinked. He couldn't be serious. Terry's grim face told him that this wasn't a conversation to be had. Swallowing his frustration, he nodded. ``Yes, sir.''\n\n``Good boy,'' Terry said, patting his son on the back. ``Now I left you some dinner upstairs. Finish it and head straight to bed. I still have work to catch up on and you need your sleep.'' \n\nHe didn't sleep well that night. The trouble with chastity, at least at first he noticed, is how often guys get erections in the evening. Added with the pain from the sheath stopper, and Jason found himself mewling in agony during the odd hours of the evening. By the time his alarm went off, he'd already been staring at the ceiling with tired eyes that were stuck between closing and staying open. \n\n``Bad night?'' His father teased in the kitchen, already cooking several eggs and strips of bacon. Not their usual weekday breakfast, but Jason didn't find himself up so early. \n\n``Are you sure we can't take this off?'' He asked, directing attention to his now clothed crotch, ``I can't sleep with this dad. How do you expect me to pay attention in class?''\n\n``I figured fear of wearing it longer is motivation enough.'' Terry slid a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon over to him, ``And I am serious. It ain't coming off, short of cleaning, until you bring home an A. I'm not having you throw your life away because you're bored.''\n\n``I said I was sorry.'' His complaints fell on deaf ears. Midway through eating, his father planted a medium buttplug against the counter. ``You can't be serious,'' He blinked. Terry's expression told him otherwise. ``But...but the piercing is bad enough!'' \n\n``Go ahead. Keep complaining. I got a pair of long range bullet vibes I've been itching to use on you.'' Knowing he had no out, Jason sighed and took the buttplug to his room, carefully inserting it for the long day ahead. It wasn't as cumbersome as the one in the chair last night, but he'd been feeling it throughout the day. ``Good boy,'' His father said with a quick kiss on the cheek, ``Now go do me proud. And don't get in trouble.'' Jason nodded and grabbed his lunch, dreading the day.\n\nThe bus needed new shock absorbers, or whatever it was that absorbed the shocks. He never noticed it before, but the large bumps they'd come across on the trip to school made his additions unbearable. Actual classes weren't as bad, but his focus drifted throughout the day. More than once he'd found himself in a few dirty fantasies with his teachers. From the muscular Mr. Fin, the old English professor Mr. Thompson, to even Rick, the janitor. His piercing pinched and nipped against his cock, the burning desire reminding him what would come if he didn't succeed. \n\nSo he hit the books. In the days that followed, Jason studied in his room like clockwork, taking the occasional break to clear his head but remaining on task. Science, english, social studies, every assignment done and reviewed twice over to make sure he'd succeed. Then came the quiz that Friday afternoon. Ten questions related to the second world war and Hitler's rise to power. \n\nHe aced it. Jason struggled to suppress his giddiness when he saw the final grade. A perfect 100, just what his father wanted. He ran from the bus when he got home, almost slamming the door open against the wall as he shouted the big news. \n\nIn all the excitement, he'd forgotten his father wouldn't be back until after work. So he waited, knowing better than to text him the good knews. He had to see the smile cross the pitbull's face, and sure enough as he walked through that front door, Jason shoved the paper between his dad's eyes. ``Aced it!'' He shouted, unzipping his pants and pointing to his sealed sheath, ``Now take this off.''\n\nTerry took a minute going over the piece of paper. ``Yeah, looks like you did. But that's not coming off just yet.''\n\n``What?'' His ears drooped, ``But...but you said-''\n\n``I said it wouldn't come off until you brought home an A, and it will. But first,'' a coy grin split across his maw. Terry gently nudged his son against the wall, his wide frame overshadowing the scrawny Doberman-pitbull mix. ``Well, first we're gonna celebrate. And I like seeing my bitches suffer.'' Jason didn't resist at his father's grip, dragged back down to the basement and already stripped out of his school clothes. His old man tossed him a pair of hot pink latex stockings, and a matching pair of gloves. It clung and stretched his fur with every pull as the boy set about putting it on, requiring a little powder to help it cling and tighten around his body. His cock twitched painfully against the piercing, every moment making him gasp and hold his lip.\n\nHis father had cast aside his usual clothes for a leather harness across his chest, assless chaps that let his sheath hand free, and those heavy-duty boots that echoed throughout the basement. Tipping his peaked cap, he motioned for Jason to crawl over and turn around. ``Been waiting too long to fuck you up.'' His heavy hands clasped around the boy's neck, holding him steady for the pink leather collar tightened around it. The single golden tag hanging from it read one word `Bitch' and they'd both grown accustomed to the moniker. ``Ready to play?''\n\n``Yes, Daddy.''\n\n``The show some fucking gratitude,'' He growled, forcing the teen's muzzle to the boots. Their heavy leather scent filled his nostrils, and without hesitation, his lips embraced the tip of his father's footwear. They weren't the kind of boots his father worked in, too messy with where he walked. No, these were meant to be worshipped, fit for pushing Jason's head into the ground. \n\nSatisfied, Terry held his son by the collar and forced him into a swing, exposing the boy's privates. His murmurs were silenced by a heavy pink gag shoved into his maw, snapped so tight he couldn't mumble anything behind a moan. ``You know, I think you enjoy having this thing on.'' The pitbull sneered, flicking a finger against Jason's hanging sack. ``You're a masochist through and through, and you did better with it on. Maybe it should stay on. Girls don't get erections after all, and bitches certainly don't deserve them.'' Jason strained at the dull pain, but not once did his smile fade underneath the gag. \n\nHeavy paddle swings struck his cheeks. No amount of mewling slowed down the assault. In fact, from the moments he could peak, Jason saw his father's erection slip out into its knotted form. Nice and red, the pitbull tossed his paddle aside and slathered his fingers in slimy lube. One hand focused on prodding his asshole, stretching and finger fucking the young mutt, while the other tied a soft rope around the base of his testicles. He tugged, the tight tie stretching his balls until Jason cried into his cage. ``That's right, little faggot. Sing for me.''\n\nThe tip pressed and pushed past the boy's pucker. Jason's head hung back as his father stretched him out, the pitbull's warm cock pulsing inside him while his own crawled back against the pain in the stopper. ``Christ, you got your mother's ass.'' His hips thrust forward, leaving only the knot outside the boy. ``No, it's better than hers. Not that she let me in it enough. But she did give me the perfect partner so there's that.'' Each motion rocking him was met with a firm grip on the string around Jason's balls. He couldn't even gnaw at the rope from the pain itself silencing him. \n\n``You want my knot, bitchboi?'' His father echoed. Terry grabbed the boy's collar when he didn't answer, repeating with a growl, ``I asked you a question, sissy. You want my knot?'' Jason did, nodding excitedly as his tail wagged from the swing. His father's big toothy grin had him ecstatic, and without another word, he pushed in with full force. The pressure on his prostate cried out to him, taking control over anything in his lower body as if it were the off-switch.\n\nTime lost meaning at the continued thrusts. Hands wrapped around his neck and he blurred into pleasure. His crotch convulsed, twitching outside the rhythm as his white excess seeped from his softened cock. \n\nTerry didn't stop. The older hound kept fucking his son long after the boy orgasmed, eyes staring deep into eachother to remind who was on top and who was one bottom. When the wave hit, his father gritted his teeth and shoved deep down inside. The warmth that followed satisfied Jason more than any good grade could hope to achieve. \n\nThen came the boring part, at least as his father said it: deflating. ``Just in reach,'' Terry muttered, grabbing a screwdriver and getting to work on the stopper. Soon Jason felt the welcomed return of his erection, blood surging proudly in his red rocket. ``Doubt I could really keep you in it forever. You can't fuck me if you don't have a dick.''\n\n``We got plenty of dildos,'' Jason jested after the gag was pulled out. As fun an image it was to try bigger after bigger toys on his father's ass, he couldn't deny that not fucking his father would be a loss. ``So...can you be this intense whenever I get an A?''\n\nTerry blinked, then laughed as he playfully smacked his boy across the cheeks. ``That's asking a lot, son. But if you can keep it up, I just might.'' 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It wasn't going to work. This wasn't the first time Jason had gotten in trouble, and he'd dealt with worse people when visiting his father's construction sites. Besides, they only got him for shoplifting and playing hookie, which were about as dangerous as public intoxication at midday.

``You looking at me, mutt?'' One of the punks called out, a tiger that looked like he spent too much time at the gym. Jason didn't answer, knowing not to take the bait. He may have been a mixed breed, but to at a glance he was a doberman clear as day. The tiger kicked a chair over, his heavy feet echoing across the pavement until his shadow enveloped Jason.

``You deaf, mutt?'' He asked. Still Jason ignored him. Shame he was being an ass, otherwise he might make a fine lay. Then again, his dick was probably too small from roid abuse. Jason couldn't help but smirk at the image.

Rough hands grabbed his shirt collar, lifting him high and slamming Jason against the wall. ``You think you can ignore me, you fucking mutt?'' The tiger growled, teeth exposed and ready to kill. Jason didn't break his expression. Not because of the fear, but rather because of what would stir in his pants otherwise at the tiger's strong grip.

The creak of the holding cell door broke the tension. A dalmatian in uniform stepped inside, nightstick out and brow furrowed. ``Jason Buckley, you're free to go.'' Jason raised his hand, and the tiger let go with a sneer. ``Your dad paid your fee. He's waiting for you outside.''

He grimaced but stayed quiet. Bad enough he got caught with a stolen stick of gum and a few candy bars. Nothing short of a real haul. But now his dad had to pick him up? Jason shook his head, not ready to be chewed out.

Ready or not, it'd come. He couldn't ignore his father's truck waiting for him in the front of the station. Red and not quite beat up but getting there in a few years. He wasn't sure why dear old dad didn't just replace it by now. He had the money, his business had been booming. So much so that he'd been too busy for almost anything else.

The pitbull in the driver's seat said not a word to his son as he climbed into the front. Jason stewed in silence for the better half of an hour before he uttered anything.

``Hookie was bad enough,'' He muttered, ``But shoplifting? Fucking shoplifting?''

``It was just a candy bar.''

``Did I ask for an excuse?'' Terry grit his teeth before sighing at a stoplight. ``You wanna tell me why you're skipping school?''

He didn't have a reason. Jason just decided today that it wasn't worth going to. ``It's boring,'' he said, leaning up against the window and staring outside the car. ``Just, I couldn't sit still in class long enough. I got bored.''

``Learning isn't always fun.'' His father took a left turn, away from the campus. Jason blinked, looking backward toward the direction they should have gone down. ``Oh don't act so surprised. You've only got about three hours left in school anyway. If you're not gonna pay attention in there, then I might as well take you home and remind my brat what real punishment is.''

The word punishment had him crack a smile. His father didn't share it, but one quick glance at his crotch told Jason all he needed to know.

***

Jason knew that being a single father was difficult for his dad. But Terry was smart enough with their finances to allow for some extra spending on lucrative things that satisfied them both. Living wise, he afforded them a single story house with an impressive basement that his father spent plenty on renovations. The first thing he did when they walked through the front door was to order Jason down there and assume the position. He couldn't stop grinning when alone, stripping naked against the cool concrete floors and standing straight with his chest puffed out, legs together, and arms behind his back. It took considerable effort to stay soft inside his sheath and to wipe the smile from his face. Even facing the corner, he couldn't risk making such a mistake.

His father came down shortly after, ignoring the pup as his steps echoed through the room. Jason couldn't help but wonder what punishment would come. Spanking, flogging, forced standing with his balls tied to a rope tethered at the ceiling? He batted them aside to stay soft, but the sounds behind him had him right on that delicious edge. The dragging of a chair, drawers opening and slamming shut, chains jingling.

``Hands against the wall, ass out.'' Jason did as instructed, presenting his bum before the older canine. Cool lube lathered against his anal ring and inside it with a thick finger, digging and twisting until everything was covered. Then came the plug. He'd used their toys enough to know that feeling of one and a half inches stretching him out. ``Stay soft, mutt. Think of your mother's cunt.'' Jason's desire fell at that. His father knew exactly what to say to keep him soft.

``Around, now.'' He turned, eyes falling on a small circular ring with two little handles. His gaze widened when he realized what they were. ``Yeah, that's right.'' Terry smiled, kneeling down to unscrew one end, ``I told you, punishment.'' He bit his tongue as his father pulled back the young canine's sheath, fitting the rods through the holes they'd pierced already.

The old man was serious. With the sheath stopper, any attempt at an erection was met with pain as the toothed ring pressed against it. His dad only brought it out when Jason had been either really bad, or when he wanted to be extra sadistic. The worst part? Jason was masochistic enough to find some sick pleasure in it. Not the pain itself, but the denial forced upon him because of it.

The older pitbull pressed his lips against Jason's, forcefully twisting their tongues together. Warm and wet breaths mixed, his body flaring in arousal. The sharp pain stabbed against his cock, earning a pained moan before his father pulled away. ``Good. It's nice and tight.'' Without another word, Terry dragged his son by the collar to the chair in the middle of the room. Jason shook as he was plopped down, the sudden impact pushing the plug deeper inside and rubbing up against his prostate. He tried to think of anything to stay soft, plenty of those thoughts directed toward his mother.

Cuff after cuff bound his limbs to the chair. A wide and mouth-straining ballgag pushed past his lips and locked tight behind his head. ``Don't want you hurting that voice of yours by begging for mercy,'' His father chuckled. He knew that wouldn't work. His father sound-proofed their dungeon long ago. But the pitbull had gone on record saying Jason looked better with something in his mouth.

Next came something new. Airpods were strapped to his ears, with special tape wrapped over them. One quick order to shake his head made sure they stayed stable. Then came the VR headset, shrouding Jason's vision in darkness. ``Testing, testing,'' His father's voice said in his ears, ``Nod if you can hear me.'' He nodded. ``Good, good. Now as punishment for being too bored to stay in school, I've decided to make you wish you could be bored. For the next few hours, I'm going to leave you alone with some precious family videos.'' Terry's laugh crawled down his spine. He couldn't be showing those videos, could he? ``Anyway, have fun, mutt.''

Even with the pods in his ears, Jason heard his father's footsteps walking away and the door slamming behind him, locking the boy inside the dungeon alone. Light flashed over the blank screen before him, letting a familiar scene jump into view. A young pitbull and doberman mixed pup stood before him, naked save for a thick leather collar around his neck. He was bound, gagged, and bent over, his tail shivering in the air. ``This little mutt decided it was ok to stay up past his bedtime, and as a result he was too tired the rest of the day,'' His father's voice echoed. The older pitbull showed up on screen with a paddle in hand.

Jason bit into his gag, squealing at his erection pressing up against the spiked ring. Of course, it'd be those videos.

The paddle slammed hard against the bound pup, again and again until his ass turned red. His teeth dug into the gag, just as Jason's did watching the display. ``Now, what do we say?'' The older pitbull asked, slowly unbuckling the gag.

Through tears staining his cheeks, the young pup softly cried out, ``Sorry, daddy. I won't stay up again.''

His father laughed just out of frame. ``That's right, you won't. But just to be sure, I'm gonna be more strict with bed time for you. Your bed privileges are revoked for the week.'' Jason remembered that punishment. His father had him sleep in a cage beside his bed, or sleep with him inside a bondage sleeve. Another video played. The same pup, now older, bound and laid out against his back with a fucking machine railing his ass. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the image to calm his straining erection, but he couldn't stop the noise. The gagged moans and harsh wet sounds of his holes being fucked over and over.

Session after session played before him. From heavy oral training to kill his gag reflex, corporal punishments to keep him in line, to even days where he'd gotten to dom his father. Jason howled into his gag, fingers digging into the chair as if they could reduce the pain from the spiked ring as his growing erection. Stuck in a hell between pain and pleasure, his cock forced soft despite demanding freedom against the damned piercing.

By the time Terry returned, Jason couldn't take it anymore. Tears matted his fur, and he gasped with sweet relief as the screen turned black. ``Are we sorry for playing hooky?'' His father asked, taking out the gag.

Jason nodded quickly, giving his jaw precious seconds to adjust before answering. ``Yes, daddy. I won't play hooky again, I swear.''

``And the shoplifting?''

``Never! Please, I'm sorry. I wanted your attention but-''

Terry's finger pressed against the snout, ``Shh...it's ok.'' With the visor lifted, Jason saw his father's regret. ``I know, I've been busy with work. I promise I'll make more time for you, but you can't do stuff like this.'' Big arms wrapped around him and the chair, ``I love you, son. Don't scare me like that.''

``I love you too, daddy,'' Jason cried. He'd have hugged his father back if not for the restraints.

``Now,'' Terry said as he unlatched the bindings, ``When's your next quiz or test?''

``We have a quiz this friday.'' Jason rubbed his wrists, ``We should be grading it in class right after.''

``Good. Cause you're gonna be pierced until I see an A come home. That clear?''

What? Jason blinked. He couldn't be serious. Terry's grim face told him that this wasn't a conversation to be had. Swallowing his frustration, he nodded. ``Yes, sir.''

``Good boy,'' Terry said, patting his son on the back. ``Now I left you some dinner upstairs. Finish it and head straight to bed. I still have work to catch up on and you need your sleep.''

He didn't sleep well that night. The trouble with chastity, at least at first he noticed, is how often guys get erections in the evening. Added with the pain from the sheath stopper, and Jason found himself mewling in agony during the odd hours of the evening. By the time his alarm went off, he'd already been staring at the ceiling with tired eyes that were stuck between closing and staying open.

``Bad night?'' His father teased in the kitchen, already cooking several eggs and strips of bacon. Not their usual weekday breakfast, but Jason didn't find himself up so early.

``Are you sure we can't take this off?'' He asked, directing attention to his now clothed crotch, ``I can't sleep with this dad. How do you expect me to pay attention in class?''

``I figured fear of wearing it longer is motivation enough.'' Terry slid a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon over to him, ``And I am serious. It ain't coming off, short of cleaning, until you bring home an A. I'm not having you throw your life away because you're bored.''

``I said I was sorry.'' His complaints fell on deaf ears. Midway through eating, his father planted a medium buttplug against the counter. ``You can't be serious,'' He blinked. Terry's expression told him otherwise. ``But...but the piercing is bad enough!''

``Go ahead. Keep complaining. I got a pair of long range bullet vibes I've been itching to use on you.'' Knowing he had no out, Jason sighed and took the buttplug to his room, carefully inserting it for the long day ahead. It wasn't as cumbersome as the one in the chair last night, but he'd been feeling it throughout the day. ``Good boy,'' His father said with a quick kiss on the cheek, ``Now go do me proud. And don't get in trouble.'' Jason nodded and grabbed his lunch, dreading the day.

The bus needed new shock absorbers, or whatever it was that absorbed the shocks. He never noticed it before, but the large bumps they'd come across on the trip to school made his additions unbearable. Actual classes weren't as bad, but his focus drifted throughout the day. More than once he'd found himself in a few dirty fantasies with his teachers. From the muscular Mr. Fin, the old English professor Mr. Thompson, to even Rick, the janitor. His piercing pinched and nipped against his cock, the burning desire reminding him what would come if he didn't succeed.

So he hit the books. In the days that followed, Jason studied in his room like clockwork, taking the occasional break to clear his head but remaining on task. Science, english, social studies, every assignment done and reviewed twice over to make sure he'd succeed. Then came the quiz that Friday afternoon. Ten questions related to the second world war and Hitler's rise to power.

He aced it. Jason struggled to suppress his giddiness when he saw the final grade. A perfect 100, just what his father wanted. He ran from the bus when he got home, almost slamming the door open against the wall as he shouted the big news.

In all the excitement, he'd forgotten his father wouldn't be back until after work. So he waited, knowing better than to text him the good knews. He had to see the smile cross the pitbull's face, and sure enough as he walked through that front door, Jason shoved the paper between his dad's eyes. ``Aced it!'' He shouted, unzipping his pants and pointing to his sealed sheath, ``Now take this off.''

Terry took a minute going over the piece of paper. ``Yeah, looks like you did. But that's not coming off just yet.''

``What?'' His ears drooped, ``But...but you said-''

``I said it wouldn't come off until you brought home an A, and it will. But first,'' a coy grin split across his maw. Terry gently nudged his son against the wall, his wide frame overshadowing the scrawny Doberman-pitbull mix. ``Well, first we're gonna celebrate. And I like seeing my bitches suffer.'' Jason didn't resist at his father's grip, dragged back down to the basement and already stripped out of his school clothes. His old man tossed him a pair of hot pink latex stockings, and a matching pair of gloves. It clung and stretched his fur with every pull as the boy set about putting it on, requiring a little powder to help it cling and tighten around his body. His cock twitched painfully against the piercing, every moment making him gasp and hold his lip.

His father had cast aside his usual clothes for a leather harness across his chest, assless chaps that let his sheath hand free, and those heavy-duty boots that echoed throughout the basement. Tipping his peaked cap, he motioned for Jason to crawl over and turn around. ``Been waiting too long to fuck you up.'' His heavy hands clasped around the boy's neck, holding him steady for the pink leather collar tightened around it. The single golden tag hanging from it read one word `Bitch' and they'd both grown accustomed to the moniker. ``Ready to play?''

``Yes, Daddy.''

``The show some fucking gratitude,'' He growled, forcing the teen's muzzle to the boots. Their heavy leather scent filled his nostrils, and without hesitation, his lips embraced the tip of his father's footwear. They weren't the kind of boots his father worked in, too messy with where he walked. No, these were meant to be worshipped, fit for pushing Jason's head into the ground.

Satisfied, Terry held his son by the collar and forced him into a swing, exposing the boy's privates. His murmurs were silenced by a heavy pink gag shoved into his maw, snapped so tight he couldn't mumble anything behind a moan. ``You know, I think you enjoy having this thing on.'' The pitbull sneered, flicking a finger against Jason's hanging sack. ``You're a masochist through and through, and you did better with it on. Maybe it should stay on. Girls don't get erections after all, and bitches certainly don't deserve them.'' Jason strained at the dull pain, but not once did his smile fade underneath the gag.

Heavy paddle swings struck his cheeks. No amount of mewling slowed down the assault. In fact, from the moments he could peak, Jason saw his father's erection slip out into its knotted form. Nice and red, the pitbull tossed his paddle aside and slathered his fingers in slimy lube. One hand focused on prodding his asshole, stretching and finger fucking the young mutt, while the other tied a soft rope around the base of his testicles. He tugged, the tight tie stretching his balls until Jason cried into his cage. ``That's right, little faggot. Sing for me.''

The tip pressed and pushed past the boy's pucker. Jason's head hung back as his father stretched him out, the pitbull's warm cock pulsing inside him while his own crawled back against the pain in the stopper. ``Christ, you got your mother's ass.'' His hips thrust forward, leaving only the knot outside the boy. ``No, it's better than hers. Not that she let me in it enough. But she did give me the perfect partner so there's that.'' Each motion rocking him was met with a firm grip on the string around Jason's balls. He couldn't even gnaw at the rope from the pain itself silencing him.

``You want my knot, bitchboi?'' His father echoed. Terry grabbed the boy's collar when he didn't answer, repeating with a growl, ``I asked you a question, sissy. You want my knot?'' Jason did, nodding excitedly as his tail wagged from the swing. His father's big toothy grin had him ecstatic, and without another word, he pushed in with full force. The pressure on his prostate cried out to him, taking control over anything in his lower body as if it were the off-switch.

Time lost meaning at the continued thrusts. Hands wrapped around his neck and he blurred into pleasure. His crotch convulsed, twitching outside the rhythm as his white excess seeped from his softened cock.

Terry didn't stop. The older hound kept fucking his son long after the boy orgasmed, eyes staring deep into eachother to remind who was on top and who was one bottom. When the wave hit, his father gritted his teeth and shoved deep down inside. The warmth that followed satisfied Jason more than any good grade could hope to achieve.

Then came the boring part, at least as his father said it: deflating. ``Just in reach,'' Terry muttered, grabbing a screwdriver and getting to work on the stopper. Soon Jason felt the welcomed return of his erection, blood surging proudly in his red rocket. ``Doubt I could really keep you in it forever. You can't fuck me if you don't have a dick.''

``We got plenty of dildos,'' Jason jested after the gag was pulled out. As fun an image it was to try bigger after bigger toys on his father's ass, he couldn't deny that not fucking his father would be a loss. ``So...can you be this intense whenever I get an A?''

Terry blinked, then laughed as he playfully smacked his boy across the cheeks. ``That's asking a lot, son. But if you can keep it up, I just might.'' Finally pulling out with a pop, Jason felt his back hole stay agap and wanting. ``But for now, let's get to bed,'' he yawned, ``Tomorrow's gonna be a day.''

``What's tomorrow?''

``My turn, that's what.''

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