Pig Puppy

Deep in Lance Hart's dungeon, pup Tyler Rush sits locked in his steel crate. His cock sticks out between his legs, a thick plug spreads his hole, and a leather hood hides his face. Lance storms in and shakes the bars. He promises release but makes the boy wait. One arm snakes between the steel and clamps down on Tyler's nuts, squeezing hard until the pup bucks. Lance works the shackles free, opens the door, and Tyler crawls out. When the pup tries to speak, a sharp slap silences him: puppies bark, whimper, moan—nothing more. Lance waits. Tyler's bladder finally gives, the plug pops free, and hot piss sprays across the floor. Lance snatches a flogger and lays stripe after stripe across that smooth ass. The cane follows, drawing thin pink lines that swell as Tyler yelps. "No rest for you, puppy," Lance growls. He swaps the hood for a pup mask, then lowers restraints from the ceiling and snaps them around Tyler's wrists. He brings a giant ass hook to the boy's face, lets him see the size, then drives the thick bulb deep. The hook's eye catches on a hanging bar, forcing Tyler onto his toes. Lance grabs the pup's balls again, squeezes while the hook bounces inside, and Tyler whines. A thin black cord wraps tight around cock and sac, tying the swollen package to the cage bars. Blue veins rise. Lance watches, deciding how far to push next.