The chains that once bound him were no longer needed to prevent him from standing erect, and he had long since learned that the proper way for a pet to communicate was with sounds not words.
Whether in his cell which he now thought of as his kennel, or brought out to be displayed for the amusement of Master’s guests, or leashed to be taken for walks – Snow had become an obedient pet. Indeed his desire to please his master had exceeded Drakkar’s expectations.
True to his word Drakkar had never removed the chastity cage except for cleaning or when a smaller one was needed. So Snow had learned to find relief solely by his Master breeding him. Most often it was not enough and left him dripping, frustrated and more needy than ever. But the few times he was able to cum were enough, the potential of that release keep him submissive, obedient and eager to be mounted whenever his Master wished.
After a long, hard session of rutting his pet Drakkar grunted and thrust his shaft fully hilted in his pet’s ass, emptying his seed into him. Gods he loved pounding his pet. The tight hole, even after all these years, around his shaft, the pathetic needy whines and moans, and the feel of the heavy stretcher causing his pets balls to painfully swing with each thrust never ceased to excite him.
While he emptied his balls into the bear he caressed the long healed brand on his pet’s butt cheek. His insignia of a broken sword which would forever mark the bear as his property.
He pulled out and admired the sight of his seed dripping from his pet’s tailhole and chuckled as his pet gave a desperate whine for more.
Checking under the bear he saw a little puddle and a few drips still hanging from the cage. Drakkar gripped the bears balls and gave them a squeeze, getting another whine from him. Like other forms of his masters attention the bear had learned to enjoy this as well.
“Still so full, did my little pet not get his release?” he said lifting the sack up to examine it. “Hmmm might be time for a larger weight” he added as he released it and let it drop and swing wildly. Snow could only groan in need and pain in response.
“Don’t worry my pet, you will get another chance at release. Maybe in a month, or 3 or 6” he said standing up. “Now be a good boy and lick up the mess you made. I expect it all clean when I return with your dinner.”
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