On the second day of the Lunar New Year, the worthless dog followed Master’s strict instructions, dressing in his high school uniform to pay his New Year respects to Master. 

　The moment he entered Master’s residence, he was led directly into the bedroom. Master threw open the wardrobe doors, commanding the worthless dog to crawl inside and get on his knees, before securely handcuffing his wrists to the clothing rail above. 

　"For the rest of the day, you can stay right here inside my closet!" Master sneered. 

　Once the worthless dog was perfectly kneeled and restrained, Master unbuttoned the very first button of his school uniform, fastened a heavy dog collar around his neck, and then roughly disheveled his clothes before snapping a few photos for the records. 

　"Magnificent! A straight-A student kneeling exactly like a dog... so filthy, so slutty!" Master mocked. 

　"I wonder how your parents would react if they saw these pictures of the precious son they so carefully raised behaving like a common beast~" 

　Hearing Master’s verbal degradation, a sharp jolt of excitement shot through the worthless dog, and his groin slowly began to pulse with heat. 

　Indeed, rather than written text, the worthless dog craved the visceral thrill of direct verbal humiliation. He always welcomed voice recordings sent by any Master to degrade him, promising to find ways to repay them with absolute submission! 

　Next, Master slowly undid the buttons of his uniform from bottom to top, deliberately leaving only a single button fastened. Master then unbuckled the dog's belt and slid his school pants down to his ankles, exposing a pair of pristine white briefs to Master's gaze. His semi-erect manhood bulged beneath the fabric, appearing immensely tantalizing. 

　"Tsk, tsk. White socks paired with white briefs... who exactly is this worthless dog trying to seduce?!" Master scoffed. 

　"If my friends saw this view, they’d be competing to see who could kick your dog-balls and dog-cock into pieces first! Are you really that eager to become a shattered, castrated dog?!" 

　Hearing Master's words, graphic scenes the dog had previously watched on Twitter flashed vividly through his mind 

　Videos of men stripped naked, wearing nothing but white socks and briefs, their hands bound helplessly behind their backs or restrained by heavy ropes, ordered to spread their legs wide. They were forced to expose their most vulnerable, proudest masculine parts to their tormentor. Then, a heavy, merciless boot would slam directly into the white-socked man’s groin, forcing him to count every single devastating blow through his agonizing wails. 

　Every imagined kick, accompanied by the echoed cries of pain, sent a wave of inexplicable, intense arousal crashing over the worthless dog. Haunted and enticed by these mental images, his dog-cock stiffened uncontrollably, slowly peeking out from beneath the leg opening of his briefs. 

　"Oh, look how excited you are! Your dog-cock is already hard enough to pop out and say hello!" Master laughed. 

　"Since you're so desperate to show it off, I’ll let everyone get a full view!" 

　Master ripped the briefs completely off his body, leaving his raw erection entirely exposed. Handcuffed and helpless, the dog could do nothing but let Master handle him at whim, utterly devoid of any power to resist. 

　At that moment, Master produced a bright red New Year envelope and ordered the dog to clamp it between his teeth. 

　"Since it’s the New Year holiday, we should keep things festive. Keep this red envelope in your mouth while you beg for your blessings, doggy!" Master ordered. 

　After taking several photos of him kneeling naked and holding the red envelope, Master temporarily pulled the paper from his mouth. Master then brought out a specialized machine the dog had never seen before and strapped it securely around his waist. Slathering a generous amount of lubricant over both his dog-cock and the device, Master forced his throbbing erection into the mechanical chamber. 

　With everything locked into place, Master shoved the red envelope back between the dog's teeth. 

　"This is a brand-new toy I just bought. Savor it properly, doggy!" Master warned darkly. 

　"But let me warn you: if that red envelope drops from your mouth even once, your punishment will be severe!" 

　The next second, the machine hummed to life. 

　The device possessed two terrifying modes: relentless linear stroking and violent vibration, which could be combined into an array of unpredictable, chaotic stimulation patterns. Because Master had ordered him to strictly fast and remain abstinent before the holidays, his oversensitized body couldn't withstand the intense mechanical assault. Within moments, the worthless dog was driven over the edge, convulsing into a ruined, forced climax as his seed erupted inside the chamber. 

　Staring at the sudden ejaculation, a wave of profound annoyance crossed Master’s face. 

　"Spitting your seed this early? I haven't even had my fill yet!" Master barked. 

　"You can stay right here in this wardrobe and reflect on your weakness. I’m going out to have dinner, and I’ll deal with you the second I get back!!" 

　Without another word, Master slammed the wardrobe doors shut, plunging the worthless dog into pitch darkness. 

　However, the automated machine strapped to his waist was left running. It continued its unyielding, mechanical rhythm, ruthlessly stimulating his freshly spent, hyper-sensitive dog-cock. 

　Right before stepping out the front door, Master left one final, chilling statement: 

　"Let’s see how many times this machine can drain you dry before I return~" 

　"You better cherish these last few orgasms, doggy. Because the moment I get back from dinner, I am going to slice your dog-balls completely off!" 

　"Consider this the ultimate punishment for climaxing without your Master’s permission!!!" 

　Following those words, the heavy thud of the front door closing echoed through the apartment. 

　Left entirely alone in the closet, the only sound remaining was the merciless, rhythmic buzzing of the machine as it continuously milked his throbbing, aching groin. 

　He lost all track of how long Master stayed out for dinner, and he couldn't even remember how many times his body had been forcefully milked and drained by the machine. Because inside the worthless dog's fracturing mind, nothing remained but the echoing horror of Master's final promise: that his testicles were going to be castrated the moment the door opened again...