Castrated Pup

Boy woke up in a chapless singlet it didn't recognize. This wasn't the first time he'd been in this situation, having begged to be hypnotized by his master to be a better pup. Each time he woke up from a trance would be an unknown, his master making him forget how to speak, how to walk on his hindlegs, how to act human. Even his memories weren't fully his, locked away in the back of his mind until his master allowed him to remember.

The first permanent change that had been made was to forget his master's name, knowing no other way to address him or disobey his orders. The next was to forget his own name. He only knew himself as master's property now, good boy. He smiled at the thought, overjoyed that he was being obedient just by being dumb. It was surreal, but that only seemed to bring him more happiness.

Looking down at himself now though felt strange, his body wrapped in the skintight piece. He'd woken up in his own bed, unable to remember the events of the previous night. He considered taking it off for just a moment before the thought quickly fled his mind. Looking down at the piece, he couldn't even recall how to. That was when he noticed something off about his bulge, the fabric pressed tightly against his groin.

He felt something metallic around his cock, not just a cockring around his jewels but a metal sleeve. Feeling its grip around his member made him start to grow hard, but nothing moved, the metal restricting him. He placed a hand down to his shaft, but only touched what felt like a lock and cage, helpless as he felt the arousal spread to the rest of his body. He lay back down in heat, feeling himself beginning to sweat with no method to get off.

He heard his phone buzz, moving him to pick it up and see a text from his master.

"You've been a good boy, but playtime's over. You've been castrated, locked for the rest of our life in that singlet. I'll be out for a little bit before I come back, so have fun boy"

Boy felt a sinking feeling deepening in his stomach despite his growing excitement. The thought of being stuck like this for the rest of his life made him so hard, images of being bent over constantly fucked taking over his mind. He didn't hesitate to start pulling up numbers, texting anyone he could get over to relieve him, hoping each one would respond.